The wind is blowing and the leaves are shaking, and the white hair is dancing lightly in the wind.
In the early years when we went south, we didn't say goodbye. We met each other in Sumeru after a lifetime.
I don’t know if it’s the wind blowing or seeing an old friend. Su Mo smiled, his eyes mesmerized, and his white hair danced, making the whole Sumeru feel happy.
Huikong sat cross-legged under the bodhi tree. The ancient bodhi tree above her head was swaying in the wind, and the bodhi leaves made a slight rustling sound.
Seems very touching...
The rule that all dharmas are empty in the Sumeru Realm disappeared, and Cangshengbi recovered its spiritual power, but it was surprisingly quiet, just looking at the old monk under the bodhi tree in front of it.
It had never seen such a monk before, looking a little ethereal and detached.
It's just that such a monk actually carries the aura of the world of mortals, as if he has not come out of the world of mortals.
He is in this world of mortals, but he also carries boundless Buddha thoughts.
It seems that the Venerable Dry Leaf outside is just a mortal who has not yet started in front of this old monk.
Likewise, it still didn't see any cultivation in Huikong.
"Huikong, I won." Su Mo sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes sparkling, and he smiled proudly.
"Back then, you said that there is no Bodhi tree, and the mirror is not a stand. But I said, the body is like a Bodhi tree, and the mirror is not a stand."
"Now it's proven that I was right."
With a wave of his hand, Su Mo summoned the tea set and table from the spiritual sea and placed it between him and Huikong.
Today, in Mount Sumeru, all dharmas are no longer empty. All dharmas have become his heart, and he can use all his cultivation at will.
Meet an old friend and have a cup of tea.
It's just that I don't know when he stopped drinking.
Huikong looked at Su Mo calmly and quietly, and nodded and shook his head just like before.
"Amitabha, but the poor monk also said that the poor monk wants to save the little friend."
"Now my little friend understands that my Buddha's 'all dharma comes from the heart', and the poor monk has not lost..."
Su Mo listened to Huikong's empty words and shook the hand holding the pot slightly.
Then he laughed happily...
Huikong is still Huikong, even if he comes back now, he is still the same as before.
Although I have the emptiness of Bodhi in my heart...
...but still want to compete with Su Mo!
As a Buddhist, I still have a sense of worldliness in my heart.
Originally Su Mo was still worried about Huikong becoming a Buddha, but everything seemed empty in his eyes.
But Huikong's words made Su Mo understand that Huikong was still Huikong...
Su Mo was very happy, really happy.
"Then, this game is a draw?" Su Mo made tea and pushed a cup in front of Huikong.
Huikong thought about it carefully, then nodded, "Amitabha, my friend said it's a draw, so it's a draw."
Huikong picked up the tea cup and took a slow sip.
The fragrance of tea spreads over the entire Sumeru...
Looking at Huikong, Su Mo couldn't help but think of the past.
"Do you still remember that ruined temple where the girl and I first went to your house?" Su Mo asked.
Huikong put down the tea cup and said, "Remember."
Su Mo looked at Mang Mang Xumi, the scenery of that year seemed to appear in his eyes, and a smile appeared on his face involuntarily.
"That year, my girl and I were homeless and almost starved to death. Fortunately, you saved us."
"Do you know what the girl told me when she looked at your ruined temple?"
"Girl said...this old monk lives alone in such a shabby little temple, and no one has offered incense to worship him."
"He won't be impoverished by us and then starve to death..."
"We have to leave early, we can't let this seemingly good old monk starve to death."
Huikong looked up into nothingness and sighed deeply, "The poor monk still remembers that when the poor monk said he wanted to save his little friend, the little girl immediately shook her head and said that my young master will never become a monk."
"Then he took the little friend and ran away..."
Huikong learned it perfectly, and Su Mo froze when he heard the words.
Xumi fell into silence, and Su Mo looked lonely.
Looking at Huikong and Su Mo who fell into silence, Cang Shengbi became a little confused.
Who is the girl?
Why did the two of them stop talking when they mentioned the girl during this happy moment?
"I want to drink too!" Cang Shengbi thought for a moment, flew away from Su Mo's hair, and hovered next to Su Mo.
Su Mo turned around, "Do you have a mouth?"
Cangsheng shook his pen and said dissatisfiedly: "Don't worry, I want to drink anyway."
Su Mo stopped asking and slowly poured a cup of tea and put it aside.
Cangsheng Pen immediately pointed the pen tip down and dipped the dragon's whiskers into the cup...
Just when Su Mo was about to speak, the Cangsheng pen suddenly flew out of the cup and silently returned to Su Mo's hair...
The hair is parted, feeling the coolness of the wind...
Su Mo was stunned and looked strange.
Huikong opposite smiled, pointed at the tea and said, "It's a little hot."
Su Mo understood, silently raised his hand to grab the Cangsheng pen and dipped it into the tea.
"You should drink tea while it's hot..."
"In front of the master, you can't waste..."
Cangshengbi's wails and curses immediately started to sound, "Ah ah ah, Su Changsheng, you are not a human being."
"Why don't you just keep silent?"
Su Mo held the Cangsheng pen in one hand and drank his cup of tea in one hand.
Cangshengbi stopped talking and drank tea silently while cursing Su Mo's ruthlessness in his heart.
Although it is afraid of being hot, it is not really afraid of the hotness of this cup of tea.
After a rough fight, although Cang Shengbi was in a bad mood, Su Mo was in a better mood again...
Su Mo let go of Cangsheng Pen, looked at Huikong, smiled and said. "Without you talking to me all these years, without you talking to me all day long about wanting to cross me, it's really boring."
Huikong also nodded lightly, "I haven't seen my little friend attain enlightenment in this mortal world, so the poor monk also finds it a bit boring."
Su Mo thought for a while, "There is also Jiangnan in this world, and the scenery is no worse than Jiangnan in Jiutian."
"How about we take another trip to Jiangnan sometime?"
Huikong's eyes suddenly filled with sadness, and he turned to look at the bodhi tree behind him.
"I'm a poor monk, I'm afraid I won't be able to travel to the south of the Yangtze River with my little friend."
Su Mo suddenly raised his head and looked at Huikong.
The entire Sumeru Mountain seemed to be shaking for an instant...
Cang Shengbi, who was soaking in the cup on the side, trembled slightly and looked up at Huikong.
Huikong sighed and explained: "The poor monk is now transformed into Bodhi, and this Bodhi tree is the true body of the poor monk."
"The poor monk I saw was just the Bodhicitta of the poor monk."
"Bodhicitta cannot leave the Bodhi tree..."
"The Bodhi tree cannot leave Mount Sumeru."
After hearing Huikong's explanation, Su Mo and Cangshengbi breathed a sigh of relief.
"Huikong, please finish your conversation at once next time." Su Mo curled his lips dissatisfied.
"What a big deal...what the hell." Cang Shengbi said dissatisfiedly.
It knew what Su Mo had gone through to save Huikong.
There are five pure platforms, and I have climbed the mountain for half a year with a mortal body...
If it ends in nothing, it can't imagine how disappointed Su Mo will be.
Su Mo looked at Huikong, raised his hand, and a huge dark stone door appeared to the side in a flash.
Su Mo stood up, walked behind Huikong, then hugged the Bodhi tree and pulled it out...
boom!
In Huikong's confused eyes, the ground on the top of Mount Sumeru trembled, and the Bodhi tree was uprooted by Su Mo.
Then Su Mo carried the bodhi tree and walked into the dark door.
After a while, he came out again...
"Drink tea, drink tea..."
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