"Of all the saints in the world, who can escape the trick of fate?"
"The Venerable regards himself as the wind, and regards all the saints in the world as the wind that can influence all living beings..."
Su Mo gently raised his hand and held it in front of him.
The rain hit Su Mo's hand, causing a ripple.
"But has your venerable master ever thought that those saints who want to ascend to the Immortal Realm are at the mercy of the 'wind'?"
"Life is like rain, and the world is like a sea of suffering."
"The saint is just a drop of rain in the ocean of suffering..."
Venerable Dry Leaf was in a trance, looking at the drops of rain in his eyes, his expression became confused.
Everyone in the Buddhist hall looked at Su Mo and Venerable Kuye who were discussing Taoism with dull expressions.
Yanzhi looked at the backs of Su Mo and Dead Leaf, smiled slowly, turned to look at the Book Sage, and found that the Book Sage's face was also confused.
The discussion between Su Mo and Dead Leaf not only asked Dead Leaf, but also reminded the listener of what the calligrapher remembered.
"Amitabha, the rain seen by the poor monk is rain, but the rain seen by Your Majesty is not rain." Venerable Dry Leaf sighed softly.
"Reference must be real, seeing must be real, using must be practical, and proving must be real. If it is not real, it will be empty."
"To all living beings, the Holy One is the wind."
The meaning of dead leaves is very clear. To ordinary people, the saint is the wind.
As for Su Mo's statement that fate is the wind, he didn't quite agree...
The reference must be real, the seeing must be real, the application must be practical, and the proof must be real. If there is no reality at all, it will be empty.
What cannot be seen cannot be trusted, and what cannot be heard cannot be known.
It is difficult to distinguish between reality and reality, and we must seek truth...
Su Mo shook his head and chuckled, then turned to look at Venerable Ku Ye. No wonder people say that Venerable Ku Ye is the Lord of Ten Thousand Buddhas in this heaven.
The pragmatic purpose is more prominent in the eyes of Dead Leaf.
"Your Majesty, don't you believe in fate?" Su Mo asked.
Dead Leaf still had that indifferent look, turning the Buddhist beads in his hand gently, "Thinking of it has no form, thinking of it is inactive."
"When it comes to fate, it is false and true."
Su Mo slowly walked out of the hall, letting the rain beat on him. He seemed to think about it and raised his hand to sweep.
The long clothes dance lightly, and the dragon pattern shines in the world.
The wind picked up, and the rainwater above the void began to flow across the sky.
Like a miracle...
"Hundreds and thousands of Dharma doors all return to the same place. The magical Dharma in the river sand always comes from the source of the heart." Su Mo looked at the dead leaves and spoke softly, "Sir, what do you think of the rain now?"
Withered Leaf clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, to all living beings in this rain, the wind is also holy."
The saint stirs up all the people, and all the people are under the influence of the saint.
Wherever the wind blows, the rain falls...
"Really?" Su Mo raised his hand and pointed, "Then what are they?"
Dead Leaf looked in the direction of Su Mo's finger and was shocked.
A few drops of rainwater were blown up to the pillars by the wind, and the rain fell along the pillars, no longer blown by the wind.
Su Mo walked slowly in front of Dead Leaf, his white clothes dancing, shaking off drops of falling rain.
The cross wind blew into the hall, and everyone felt a chill...
"The Venerable said that the rain is the common people and the wind is the saint." Su Mo said quietly.
"But the wind can't blow the rain. Why?"
"There is still a lot of rain that the wind cannot blow. What are they?"
"And..." Su Mo continued, "What am I, the one who can control the wind and rain?"
"Your Majesty does not know fate. If you have not seen fate, you have no understanding of fate."
"But when it comes to all dharmas, if you don't see whether they exist or not, you can see the dharma."
boom!
Venerable Dry Leaf's aura became somewhat disordered for a moment, and his eyes seemed to be fascinated by something invisible.
In a daze, Lord Kuye looked up at Su Mo, who was elegantly dressed in white, and said awkwardly: "Your Majesty...have you ever seen fate?"
Su Mo sighed deeply, with lingering memories in his eyes.
"Not only have I seen it, but I have also been manipulated by it, and I have not escaped now."
"Your Majesty, can you guess how I returned to the world after eternity..."
Su Mo walked to Dead Leaf's side and seemed to be talking to himself, "He established me in the human world, but with the appearance of the human world, I was separated from the human world again."
"I have a good friend who saw his fate clearly and wanted to pull me out. But I didn't want to come out at the time..."
"Sir, you are obsessed!"
Su Mo stopped caring about the dead leaves and walked up to a young monk.
"This little master, can you find us a guest room?"
The little monk looked at Su Mo blankly, nodded uncontrollably, turned around and left with Su Mo.
Shu Sheng and Yan Zhi also followed.
The argument just now has no result, no winner or loser. But it can be seen that the dead leaves are defeated.
What is ruined by withered leaves is not talking about the Tao, but what you see...
Su Mo saw more than him!
Dead Leaf turned a deaf ear to the departure of Su Mo and the others, with only the drops of rain falling in front of him in his eyes.
The cross wind blew the rain, hitting the body of the dead leaf, and wetting the beads in the hand of the dead leaf.
The vast Hanging Temple seems no longer transcendent at this moment...
The dead leaves looked up at the sky, as if there was a second or even third heaven above.
The road to immortality is hopeless.
"Is there really a fate?" Dead Leaf asked himself, constantly recalling Su Mo's words in his mind.
For a moment, my mind was filled with confusion and confusion.
clang!
The ringing of the Buddhist bell echoed throughout the Hanging Temple and reached the ears of Dead Leaf.
Venerable Dry Leaf spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body as a saint was swaying.
"Venerable Sir!" A group of Buddhist disciples were shocked.
Withered Ye waved his hand, and all the Buddhist disciples retreated.
Dead Leaf turned around and looked at the 100-foot-long golden Buddha statue, and seemed to finally understand something.
“Destiny is not destiny, it’s people.”
"He is a person who stands above all living beings..."
Dead Leaf suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky, "The Immortal Realm..."
"Or... someone from the Immortal Realm!"
...
In the vast sea of spirits, Su Mo walked gently.
The demon saint's body was lying aside, falling into a deep sleep...
A mahogany coffin lay quietly in the pavilion.
The entire spiritual sea was not as full of laughter as it was back then, but instead seemed a little cold.
Su Mo walked slowly to the river. Huikong's golden body was still sitting there cross-legged, with the Wangchuan in front of him.
Su Mo sat next to Huikong's golden body. The cool breeze blew through Su Mo's body and rolled up Su Mo's white hair.
Turning to look at Huikong's golden body, Su Mo raised his hand and patted his shoulder. Huikong's words from back then echoed in his ears: BIquGe.biz
What do you think of the rain...
Su Xiaoyou's appearance is the appearance of standing in the human world, the appearance of suffering the suffering of the world...
The poor monk wants to save his little friend from the sea of suffering...
Since you put it down, why bother picking it up again...
Su Mo sighed deeply and looked at Huikong's golden body beside him, looking a little lonely.
"He is not as good as you..."
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