The faces of monks in black and monks in white are hard to match. It is not that the two of them have different appearances, but that they are very clear when they see them, and they become blurred in a blink of an eye.

Li Mo even wondered if his memory had declined, why didn’t he remember what the monk in white looked like in a blink of an eye?

After seeing this monk in black, although Li Mo couldn't remember what the monk in white looked like, he felt that this monk in white was probably the same person as the monk in white he saw before, at least he was a twin!

Seeing that no one replied, the monk in black smiled and asked again: "Female donor, can you sing the song you just hummed again?"

"That's right, is it the song I just sang?" Wang Jing asked with some stuttering.

"Yes, the little monk... wants to listen carefully and again!" said the monk in black.

"Then, then I'll sing again?" Wang Jing glanced at Li Mo and Li Qingqing.

Li Mo nodded: "Sing again!"

Wang Jing brewed his emotions and hummed the song.

"I planted it in the past few lives,

Constant concern,

The little monk turned around,

The chanting of scriptures became hoarse.

There is no more she under this temple,

Bodhi won’t save her…”

The song fluttered and echoed in this temple. Although it was a cappella, Wang Jing sang very well and had a bit of charm. Li Mo listened to Wang Jing singing this song again, and felt that this girl must have practiced it and felt very touched.

After the song was sung, no one spoke. Looking at the monk in black again, he smiled with flowers and looked at the sky peacefully, not knowing what he was looking at!

Soon, the body of the monk in black dissipated faintly, while the songs sung by Wang Jing still echoed in the temple.

"The Buddha said: Dependence is destroyed, and degeneration is empty. Everything in the world is empty. Only when it is empty can it contain all things. This is great love! The little monk pursues great love for the first thirty years... and the next thirty thousand years, I said how can there be only great love in the world? For love, I can become a Buddha or a demon, and from then on, I planted the root of demons in the Buddha's heart. Today I will see my original heart."

The monk in black completely disappeared, but left such a sentence.

After a long time, Li Qingqing asked in a hesitant tone: "He just said... 30,000 years?"

"It's 30,000 years, and I have heard it too. For so long... what did he do? How did these 30,000 years pass? Who is the woman he likes? Can he still remember it for 30,000 years?" Huang Ling seemed a little confused.

"The monk didn't say he liked a woman. The so-called great love refers to all things in the world, and small love refers to the seven emotions and six desires of human beings, and this is not limited to love." Zhang Mian said.

"I won't say this anymore. Since I'm here, why not go there and put a stick of incense in it? Go to the temple to worship gods, not ask for protection from gods and Buddhas, but ask for a clear conscience! There is a copy here and an incense burner, so what can I do if I burn an incense stick?"

While speaking, Liu Qiqing walked into the hall first.

There is a Buddha statue in the center of the main hall. This Buddha is not like the Buddha statue worshipped in the temple outside. This Buddha statue can be seen as thin and holding a demon-subduing pestle in his hand, wearing a cassock woven from linen, without a piece of gold foil patch, it is carved from a piece of wood with cracks on it.

"Although I don't know what kind of Buddha it is, I'll be at ease!" Wu Kuan walked in the second. Then everyone walked in.

Li Mo felt a little strange. Sure enough, although Shui Lanxing and others joined the organization and were very obedient, they still maintained their respective personalities at some point!

These personalities are not good or bad, but Li Mo has no disgust with it. Thinking about it further, Li Mo feels that maybe this is what Bai Qiming makes him feel a little awkward!

Everyone worshiped the Buddha statue and inserted the incense in their hands into the incense burner. But they saw the burning blue smoke gathering together and finally sucked into their noses by the Buddha statue.

"This Buddha statue is interesting. It is carved from wood, but it can still inhale the smoke? Could it be a living person?" Li Qingqing said with a smile.

"Amitabha Buddha, life is death, and death is also life. Wood is human, and human is also wood; wood is Buddha, and Buddha is also wood; man is Buddha, and Buddha is also human. Buddha does not distinguish between truth and falsehood, whether between life and death, all things in the world, and the vast universe, these are all Buddhas!"

The statue of Buddha carved from wood is alive, not only speaks, but also walks down from the temple.

"Only by understanding the mind and seeing the nature can we see the Tathagata! But what we see is not our own heart, so the Buddha we see... is not our own Buddha?" Li Mo took a deep breath, and he vaguely understood something.

What is Buddha? What is Tathagata?

"The donor is very conscious and can guess the true meaning of the words of my monk. Do you want to enter my Buddhism?" asked the Buddha, who was as thin as a bamboo pole.

"Your Buddha is the Tao, and mine is also the Tao!" Li Mo said softly.

"Hahahaha... I am not alone!" The Buddha laughed loudly.

"Looking at the mountain is a mountain, but not a mountain, I finally found that the mountain is still the same mountain. The ancient Buddha pointed out that he had such an understanding!" Li Mo said.

The ancient Buddha's laughter stopped, his face was till he said, "Have you seen through it again? It's really amazing, it's really amazing! You can call me... Bodhi!"

"Bodhi is a Buddha, not a Buddha?" Li Mo asked.

"Bodhi...is a tree!" said Bodhi with a smile.

"Is it a tree or a Buddha? Hahaha... You are not a Buddha, but the Buddha can't tolerate you. The little monk outside is not a Buddha, so the Buddha can't tolerate him!" Li Mo laughed, and he had vaguely guessed something.

"What the donor said is very much. I am not a Buddha, he is not a Buddha, I am him, but he is not me. I am a Buddha, but the Buddha cannot tolerate me; he is a Buddha, and the Buddha's rules cannot tolerate him!" Ancient Buddha's Tao.

"In this way, can there be some teaching?" Li Mo said.

"Yes, can the "Bodhicitta Sutra" be needed?" Bodhi Path.

"You must enter my door by your way!" Li Mo replied.

Bodhi laughed loudly, and pointed his fingers, and a light escaped into Li Mo's sea of ​​consciousness. Li Mo subconsciously closed his eyes and digested the things conveyed by Bodhi.

"Qingqing, what are the boss and this old monk talking about?" Huang Ling asked in a low voice.

Li Qingqing shook her head, but she didn't understand. Instead, Wu Kuan gave some explanations: "I think the boss must have understood something. I just heard their conversation and I have some speculations. If the monk in white we first met was a Buddhist disciple more than 30,000 years ago, the monk in black that appeared behind was probably the original intention of the monk in white."

"What does it mean?" Liu Qiqing asked. Although she is strong, she has no research on Buddhism, nor is she interested in those things that are divine and magical.

"Just just now, the boss said, 'Only by understanding the mind and seeing the nature can you see the Tathagata!' What does this sentence mean? Tathagata does not refer to the Tathagata Buddha in the mythological story, but represents it as it is itself, that is, oneself. But here, you can also make a deeper extension. Do you remember how we came in? It was the monk in white who asked a question, is it the Buddha important? Or is the heart important?" Wu Kuan said.

"Remember, I didn't understand very well at that time." Liu Qiqing said.

Wu Kuan then explained: "Xin is the monk in black. The Buddha is the ancient Buddha we see now! Therefore, the ancient Buddha of Bodhi said just now that he is the monk in white, but the monk in white is not him. This sentence should have a deeper meaning, but I didn't understand it very well. But it can be inferred that this Bodhi Temple is probably not for the monk in white, but for the ancient Buddha of Bodhi!"

"Have anyone heard some clues? It seems that I have met many interesting people this time! Yes, it must be interesting to be able to let Black Clothes retreat directly. Some Buddhists who came in front of me have never passed the Black Clothes." Bodhi smiled.
Chapter completed!