Several woodcutters stared blankly at Su Mo and Master Huikong, who had been discussing Zen for a long time. They looked at each other with confusion on their faces.
"Brother, it's a cold rainy day, why don't you have something to drink?" The woodcutter who brought the wine asked Su Mo weakly. As for Master Huikong, he didn't ask directly... After all, monks can't drink, right? .
Su Mo smiled slightly and turned to look at the little girl. The little girl understood immediately and took out a bottle of wine from the bag beside her and handed it to Su Mo.
Su Mo took the wine pot and said to the woodcutter with a smile: "How can you travel around the world without bringing wine?"
The woodcutter was stunned for a moment, and then all the woodcutters laughed: "Haha, I'm actually a member of the same group."
"Come on, let's go."
Su Mo immediately mingled with the woodcutters. Master Huikong on the side watched Su Mo and the woodcutters chatting happily over wine. He smiled bitterly and said, "The world of mortals is like the sea... so why go deep?" Are you stuck in that sea of misery?"
Su Mo bumped the wine bottle with the woodcutter, took a slow sip, shook his head and said, "Master, if the wind blows and the flags move...is it the wind or the flags?"
Huikong smiled and said slowly: "It's not the wind that moves, it's not the flags that move, it's the heart of a benevolent person that moves."
"The heart of a benevolent person...is not attached to the form, and the mind is unmoved." Su Mo nodded, and then spoke in terms of Buddhist theory: "But the Buddha also said: All dharmas are empty, neither born nor destroyed, nor stained nor stained. Pure, neither increasing nor decreasing.”
"The original appearance of all dharmas is empty phase, and the reality of all dharmas is also empty phase. All dharmas have never left the empty phase, so it is said that all dharmas are empty... The reality of all dharmas is emptiness, so all dharmas originate from the original Since then, it has neither birth nor destruction, neither dirt nor purity, neither increase nor decrease."
"Since all dharmas are empty, then Master, what you see deep in the sea of red dust...is it 'wind moving' or 'flagging'?"
Huikong was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly, "My little friend, this Zen theory is a bit far-fetched..."
Su Mo shook his head and smiled, no longer worrying about this, but raised the wine bottle in his hand and said, "Master, would you like some drink?"
Master Huikong shook his head. Su Mo thought for a moment and nodded, "It's the junior who is being rude. Buddhism prohibits drinking."
But I never thought that Huikong still shook his head: "The poor monk doesn't drink because of the Buddhist precepts. The Buddhist precepts prohibit alcohol because drinking can easily violate the sexual precepts." (PS: The sexual precepts refer to killing and stealing in Buddhism. , sexual immorality, lies, etc.)
"But the poor monk is confident that he will not violate the sexual precepts by drinking. The poor monk does not drink alcohol just because alcohol is food essence, which is a bit wasteful for the poor monk."
Su Mo looked at Huikong's frank expression and sighed: "Master's Dharma is profound, and juniors admire it."
Several woodcutters on the side saw these two people starting again, and then they shook their heads helplessly and said drunkenly: "If you ask me, this grain is also for people to eat, and it is also for people to drink when it is turned into wine, so what's the point? It’s a waste.”
"What's more, the world is in chaos, and I don't know if I will be alive tomorrow... If you have wine, you should drink it, and if you have fun, you should enjoy it."
The woodcutter's words seemed to have reached Su Mo's heart. He raised the wine bottle and touched it, then took a big sip.
Master Huikong looked at it and shook his head. The little girl on the side saw Su Mo drinking so heavily and said with some concern: "Young Master, drink slowly..."
Su Mo nodded and put down the wine bottle, and asked the woodcutter, "What did you mean when you said the world was going to be in chaos?"
"Brother, you don't know yet?" The woodcutter was stunned and asked in surprise.
"what do you know?"
"Our world of sword cultivation is in chaos!" The woodcutter said mysteriously, "My mother-in-law has a child of a distant relative working as a handyman in the Immortal Cultivating Sect."
"According to him, many immortals from the outside world came to our world. There was a wave of outside immortals who attacked the Dao Sect and fought with the head of the Dao Sect for three days and three nights. The Dao Sect even used the spiritual weapon to protect the sect!"
"There is also a wave of outside immortals who came to the Holy Sect, saying that the young master of the Yun Sect wants to marry the saintly daughter of the Holy Sect!"
Su Mo narrowed his eyes and sighed as if he thought of something.
Su Mo had very complicated emotions towards the woman with whom he had a lifelong marriage in the fantasy world. She was disgusted at first, but later found out that she had her own reasons.
But I still don't like it, maybe it was because the first impression was too bad.
But...when I heard that she might get married to the Young Master of the Yun Sect in the upper realm, I still felt unreasonable in my heart.
"What do things among immortals have to do with us mortals?" Su Mo shook his head, raised the wine bottle and took a sip.
"It doesn't matter..." The woodcutter sighed, seeming to hesitate, but after thinking about it, he said, "I heard from the guy who was working as a handyman in the Immortal Cultivation Sect, he heard that there are Several scattered waves of immortals have gone to various mortal countries, and they seem to want to control our mortal country. I don’t know what to do with that effort, what’s the use of controlling our mortal country?”
Su Mo suddenly thought of the scheming emperor sitting high in the imperial city...the power of national destiny! They want to control the destiny of the country.
"Even so, it doesn't have much to do with us..."
The woodcutter shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Originally, it didn't matter, but I heard that those foreign monks are cruel and brutal, and don't treat us as human beings at all. If they control our national power, I don't know what they will do to us! "
"I also heard that person say that those outside immortals themselves said that this was just their first wave of people coming down, and countless more people would come to us later."
"Just say that the wave of foreign immortals who came to Dao Sect, in order to attack Dao Sect, killed all the affiliated sects under Dao Sect and the surrounding mortals. Only then did the head of Dao Sect fight in anger."
Su Mo narrowed his eyes, and then thought of Dao Hua again. He didn't know how Dao Hua was doing at this time, "What was the result of that battle?"
"I haven't heard of any results, but those outsiders are still entrenched under Daozong and have not attacked Daozong again. And Daozong has no response anymore!"
"Have you heard any news about the Demon Sect?" Su Mo asked.
The woodcutter shook his head and said: "The Demon Sect is in Dahua, but we have never heard of any outside immortals from the Demon Sect coming to our door!"
The woodcutter sighed deeply, raised the wine bottle and took a sip.
"In this world today, everyone is in danger, and all sects and countries are in chaos..."
"If there are other outside immortals coming in large numbers in the future..." The woodcutter stopped talking and fell into deep worry for a moment.
The other woodcutter seemed to have heard the woodcutter's remarks a long time ago, and they didn't say anything anymore.
Su Mo turned to look at Master Huikong, "Master, do you think I am one more suffering person in this sea of suffering?"
"This is different... The poor monk seems to see that the cause of your suffering is the world, but the cause of the suffering of the vast world is you..." A touch of Zen flashed in Huikong's eyes, which seemed to be able to penetrate the void. meaning.
Su Mo shook his head and smiled bitterly, but he didn't believe it: "How can the world suffer because of me? What did Master see?"
"Buddha said, it cannot be said. Only by crossing little friend Su out of the sea of suffering can a poor monk be able to help the world out of the sea of suffering." Master Huikong said.
The rain stops and the sun comes out.
Several woodcutters said goodbye to Su Mo and left the ruined temple.
Su Mo looked at the bright sunshine outside the ruined temple and asked Master Huikong, "What is Master's current level of cultivation?"
"The poor monk is just an ordinary person with no cultivation." Master Huikong replied.
Su Mo curled his lips...
"Then Master, please come with me to the Taoist Sect... to see the bitter fruits of Bodhi and the Mirror."
"Yes." Master Huikong nodded in agreement.
Su Mo turned to look at the little girl, but saw that the little girl was in a daze, so he asked, "What is the girl thinking about?"
The little girl pointed to the shoe that was being heated by the fire, and said helplessly: "Young master has burned my shoe!"
Su Mo turned around and saw that the shoe that was originally soaked was now shrunk into a ball in darkness.
The corner of Su Mo's mouth couldn't help but twitch... and he actually forgot about it.
On this day, Su Mo carried the little girl and Master Huikong on his back and headed towards where Daozong was.
Of course...Su Mo took the little girl to the top of Qianjue Peak first, and left only after the little girl was satisfied.
