"Okay... whatever the master says will be whatever it is." Yu Xiaolong endured it.
"Why doesn't the donor have any opinion? Why must he listen to what the poor monk says?" Abbot Shiyun said again.
Yu Xiaolong was completely speechless. No matter what he said, he kept slipping into the trap set by the other party.
He simply stopped talking and looked at Abbot Shi Yun with blinking eyes.
The other party stopped talking and meditated quietly.
Yu Xiaolong looked at it and meditated quietly.
He closed his eyes, calmed his breathing, put aside distracting thoughts, and entered a state of cultivation.
With a "hoo" sound, Yu Xiaolong found himself in a thick fog, and Abbot Shiyun walked in from the fog.
"Master?" Yu Xiaolong looked at him in surprise.
"Donor, would you like to chat here?" Abbot Shi Yun asked with a smile.
"This...where is this? Is this in a dream?" Yu Xiaolong looked around in confusion.
"This is your heart. It seems that the donor has a lot of doubts in his heart and is filled with thick fog." Abbot Shiyun said with a smile.
"In your heart? The thick fog is all my doubts?" Yu Xiaolong frowned, thinking about his words.
"Yes, a person with a deep state of mind has a clear heart. But the donor's heart is like this. There are many things he wants to know, Amitabha." Abbot Shiyun said slowly.
"Uh... I do have something I really want to know. For example... my father, Wang Jiutian, I have been looking for him for many years, but there is still no trace, no clues at all. No one alive or dead, no body." Yu Xiaolong felt aggrieved. said.
"Amitabha...why is the donor so persistent?" Abbot Shiyun clasped his hands together.
"Although he is not my biological father, he is no different from my biological father. When I was a baby, he saved my life. He has always raised me, taught me, and protected me. It was he who led me into the path of spiritual practice and allowed me to I know something unique about my life experience. He disappeared, how could I not look for him? Whether he is alive or dead, I must find him!" Yu Xiaolong's eyes were unusually firm.
"Amitabha... the donor's determination to find his father is worthy of praise. You have a special status and bear heavy responsibilities, so the pressure can be imagined." Abbot Shiyun nodded slowly.
"Master, what should I do?" Yu Xiaolong looked at him with aggrieved eyes.
"Haste makes waste, impatience means no intention. The little donor does not need to deliberately look for Wang Jiutian's donor. Life or death is God's will and is irreversible. The more deliberately he searches, the less he can find it. Just like now, the strong feeling in the donor's heart is Due to the fog, I can't see any road, so I can only grope my way forward. Get half the result with half the effort, and you may also encounter danger." Abbot Shi Yun looked at Yu Xiaolong and said.
"Ah...Does Master mean not to look for him anymore? That won't work! I will find him no matter what, no matter life or death." Yu Xiaolong shook his head.
As soon as he finished speaking, the thick fog suddenly thickened, and Shi Yun, who was a few meters away, could no longer be seen.
"Amitabha...the donor has too many distracting thoughts in his mind, and the fog has become heavier again. If this continues, how can the donor shoulder the important responsibility?" Abbot Shiyun said.
"Then what should I do?" Yu Xiaolong asked.
"Abandon distracting thoughts and bravely venture into the world! The destiny cannot be violated, and the universe cannot be changed. Why did Wang Jiutian raise the benefactor since he was a child? It is for your destiny, for your responsibility, and for your destiny! The benefactor does not want to make progress and does not do his job properly. How to deal with it? Can Wang Jiutian be saved? Amitabha... The donor should think carefully and take control of his own priorities." Abbot Shiyun's voice came from the thick fog.
Yu Xiaolong lowered his head and thought about his words.
"Donor, no one is as good as your own thoughts. You need to decide everything by yourself! Amitabha... everything in the world is in the hands of the benefactor. Fate, this is the fate of the benefactor!" Abbot Shiyun's voice gradually faded away.
Yu Xiaolong was silent. Is his fate really that important? What exactly is Gudi? Where is it? What is the world of spiritual practice like? When can I enter Longtan alone? Did Wang Jiutian really stop searching?
"Donor, remember the words of the poor monk. If you calm down and find the true meaning of your state of mind, you will be able to gain a foothold in the world, Amitabha." Abbot Shiyun's voice disappeared.
Yu Xiaolong closed his eyes, slowly meditated on the ground, and began to think about the words spoken by Abbot Shi Yun.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself under a big tree, with sporadic leaves falling on him.
"Little donor, are you awake?" the little monk's voice came from the side.
Yu Xiaolong was startled and looked at him blankly.
"Where am I?" Yu Xiaolong looked around.
"This is the Bodhi tree, the best place to practice without any interruption." The young monk smiled.
"Why are you here?" Yu Xiaolong scratched his head.
"Only those with Abbot Shiyun's permission can come in here. It seems that the little donor is very appreciated by Abbot Shiyun!" the little monk said with a smile.
"Huh? Are there few people?" Yu Xiaolong asked.
"In a hundred years, there have been no more than ten people." The young monk smiled.
"What? No more than ten people in a hundred years?" Yu Xiaolong asked in shock.
"Yes! Including Junior Brother Liu Mingqiang, you, and me." The young monk smiled.
"Hazy... So you say I'm lucky?" Yu Xiaolong couldn't close his mouth in surprise.
"Congratulations to the donor, congratulations to the donor!" The young monk clasped his hands together.
"Uh... Okay." Yu Xiaolong looked around. There were no other trees in the endless grassland, only this Bodhi tree.
"I remember that the bodhi tree seemed unusual." Yu Xiaolong thought.
"Amitabha, Buddha Sakyamuni attained enlightenment under the Bodhi tree and finally achieved enlightenment!" The young monk said this with his hands clasped together in a very pious manner.
"It seems that the Bodhi tree is really different. No wonder Master Shiyun practices here." Yu Xiaolong looked at the Bodhi tree that was more than ten meters tall.
"The bodhi tree is a sacred object of Buddhism. Ever since the Buddha achieved enlightenment under the tree, the bodhi tree has been endowed with sacred brilliance. Practice here without distracting thoughts, without fighting against the world, with great kindness and beauty, and with great enlightenment until you achieve the enlightenment. !” The little monk said with beautiful eyes.
Yu Xiaolong looked up at the tall Bodhi tree, feeling a sense of worship in his heart.
He suddenly felt something was wrong, but he couldn't find the reason. After looking at it for a long time, I realized that none of the leaves that fell from time to time from the Bodhi tree were on the ground.
It happened that a few more leaves fell from above, and he reached out to catch them. The leaves actually penetrated Yu Xiaolong's palm and fell to the ground, then disappeared.
Yu Xiaolong looked at it in confusion, very puzzled. The leaves look obviously real, and the bodhi tree is also real. You can touch it and cuddle with it.
"Little master, may I ask what's going on?" Yu Xiaolong couldn't figure out the reason.
"Donor, is this what you're asking about?" the little monk asked, holding a leaf.
"This..." Yu Xiaolong was depressed.
"The bodhi tree has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. The Buddha nature is also pure, and there is no dust anywhere. The body is a bodhi tree, and the mind is like a mirror stand. The mirror is originally pure, but there is no dust. There is nothing in the beginning, and there is no dust anywhere. Bodhi can only be found in the heart, so why bother seeking mysteries from outside. It is said that if you practice according to this, the West is only in the present." The young monk clasped his hands and slowly chanted.
