"You damn girl must hear what I say, you must! Don't believe what you see with your eyes, believe in your heart... Do you understand? Believe in your heart!" Qiao Ruilin reminded anxiously.
But Hong Songan became more and more irritable and uncomfortable, because not only Qiao Ruilin had changed, but other things around him had also changed.
The river water turned into countless venomous snakes, and they entangled Hong Songan.
Like Qiao Ruilin, they seemed to have murderous intent and wanted to kill her at any time.
Hong Songan didn't know why she couldn't get rid of this fear. She wanted to curse herself and punish herself, but what was the result?
As a result, there is still no solution...
They...can't always avoid this?
After thinking about it like this, Hong Songan really felt a little desperate.
Just when Qiao Ruilin was unable to help Hong Songan, a man's voice suddenly rang out——
"Things that are tangible are born from the formless. Nothing can create something, and something returns to nothingness. Therefore, all appearances are false. If you can see that all appearances are not true, you should know that emptiness is not true. The energy of life has the shape of form. , are all illusions. The beginning of creation, the changes of yin and yang, are called life, and they are called death. The most extreme changes, due to the change of form, are called transformation, and they are called illusion. Understand the existence and non-existence, and understand the virtual and the real. Naturally traveling through the heaven, earth and universe without any hindrance. This is the path of great illusion. Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, after walking in the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time, he saw that all five aggregates are empty and endured all hardships. Relics, the color is not different from emptiness, and emptiness is not different Color; color is emptiness, emptiness is color. The same is true for feelings, thoughts, and awareness. Relics, all dharmas are empty, neither born nor destroyed, neither stained nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing..."
The man's voice was very beautiful, like a Sanskrit sound that cleansed the world, making everyone feel peaceful.
Hong Songan, who was still a little broken, suddenly calmed down when she heard this voice. She took a deep breath, and then another deep breath.
Then he raised his head and looked at everything not far away quietly.
It's a man wearing monk's robes.
This man wears a string of sandalwood beads on his wrist, and his eyes are full of compassion, which makes people feel an indescribable feeling just by looking at him.
"Um...who are you?" Hong Songan asked blankly.
The man curled his lips, squatted down, and said with gentle eyes: "An An... I am your master, do you remember?"
After saying that, the man stretched out a hand, grabbed Qiao Ruilin's clothes first, and pulled Qiao Ruilin out of the water.
Then he jumped into the water again, supported Hong Songan, and watched Hong Songan land on the shore, and then said: "An'an, these are all illusions. Remember...don't be controlled by illusions no matter when or where you are. Just trust your heart.”
Hong Songan frowned and couldn't help but ask: "Those are illusions, what about you? Who are you? Why didn't they tell me that you are my master?"
Neither Hongxiu nor Huo Xiaoling mentioned that she would have a master.
She always thought that the education she received at the Hong family was from the Hong family.
After the man sent Hong Songan to a safe place, he bowed to Hong Daidai not far away and said faintly: "Namo Amitabha."
When Hong Daidai saw this, she suddenly stood up and walked straight away.
She didn't say a word, she seemed angry...
But it also seemed like there was something else going on.
This made Hong Songan a little confused about Hong Daidai.
But Qiao Ruilin was very wary of Hong Daidai. He told himself that if it weren't for Hong Daidai, he wouldn't have fallen into the water just now.
And if he had not fallen into the water, he would not have let Hong Songan and the others see those illusionary images.
So... something is weird.
Hong Songan did not doubt Hong Daidai, but now she became interested in the monk-looking man in front of her.
She stared at him for a long time before saying, "I have lost my memory, so I don't remember that I had a master like you."
The man nodded, "I predicted for you back then that you would indeed suffer from amnesia. Now that you are back... it's like a butterfly's wings trembling, causing everything around you to change."
Hong Songan was startled. She had never expected that this man would predict so much.
Hong Songan hesitated for a moment and then said: "Then why are you coming here now..."
"I didn't want to be involved in the mortal world, but I have no choice. Now that you're back, as a master, I can only help you. Otherwise, your child will be swallowed by jackals, tigers and leopards." The man said.
Qiao Ruilin originally had a lot of resentment towards this kind of flower of the high mountains, but when he saw the person in front of him, he couldn't explain it. He just felt that this flower of the high mountains was obviously different from before.
Moreover, he would think that other Flowers of the High Mountains were pretending to say something about Zen, but the one in front of him was not pretending. Instead, he had an indescribable sense of sincerity.
This was somewhat surprising to Qiao Ruilin.
He just asked casually: "Master, you don't look very old. Are you thirty years old?"
He has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and his skin is so good. Even if he said he was older, he wouldn't believe it.
The man smiled lightly, just like the Buddha holding flowers and smiling, and said unhurriedly: "I am now over sixty."
"Ahem...you...tell me again, how old are you now?" Qiao Ruilin was shocked.
Does the person in front of me look like he is sixty years old?
This skin is better than his!
The man nodded, "I am over sixty, but my family is good at maintenance. So at my age, I look the same as you."
The corner of Qiao Ruilin's mouth twitched slightly. She looked just like him. She was obviously better than him, right?
He was convinced. How could there be such a perverted man in this world? He was in his sixties and looked similar to him.
Fortunately, this person is a Buddhist, otherwise many women would be harmed.
Including Hong Songan, everyone must be attracted to people in such a state.
"Then...you said you are my master, who are you?" Hong Songan still asked defensively.
The fantasy just now made her full of doubts about these people, and she could no longer easily believe what she saw and everything she encountered.
If she wanted to know the answer, she had to investigate carefully, otherwise... she was worried that one day she would die in the hands of these people.
The man curled his lips and said with kind eyes: "Your master and I... are called ignorant."
"Ahem, cough, cough..." Qiao Ruilin was originally waiting for the other party to say a very cool name, especially the flower of the high mountains, but who knew that the other party said something that he didn't know what to say.
This is a joke name.
Who would be a good person with such a name?
Hongsong Anye felt that this was fake and couldn't help but said: "Master, I can understand that you don't want to say your name, but you said your name is I don't know..."
