If you pass away, Chen Yang will be stunned.

He immediately asked, "Master really wants to go in?"

He saw that this master was also a person with a story. If he went in, many things that he usually didn't want to recall would be greatly amplified and poured out from the bottom of his heart, causing another shock.

In other words, Chen Yang has been smooth since childhood and has nothing to understand when he goes in.

If you change to a person with rich experience, your mind will be as strong as steel and your heart will be twisted by a tortured knife.

He passed away and said, "I'll go in and sit for a while."

"I'll accompany the master in."

He walked in with his death, and Xiao Jing sat outside the door and drank quietly.

The fruit on the plate did not move.

Although her eyes were always on these fresh fruits, and she felt that she wanted to eat, she still held back.

After walking into the hut, he sat cross-legged.

"I'm outside the door." Chen Yang said softly, leaving him nodded.

Chen Yang gently brought the door and saw that the fruit on the plate was not passive at all. He picked up an apple and handed it over: "I just picked it from the tree."

"Thank you uncle."

"What a polite child." Chen Yang sighed: "Actually you can call me brother."

Xiao Jing's head lowered a few centimeters, and his little hand holding the apple was a little tight.

Chen Yang asked: "Where are you and your grandfather coming from?"

Xiao Jing said: "It's very far."

Chen Yang said oh, scratched his head, not knowing how to continue chatting with her.

This little girl is too boring, and he is not a chattering person either.

After sitting for less than two minutes, Chen Yang felt embarrassed and unbearable.

At this time, the cry of the passing master sounded from the thatched hut.

The crying sounds that were sore when I listened, I felt my nose sore.

What exactly did this remember?

Xiao Jing looked at the room worriedly.

"I'll go in and take a look." Chen Yang pushed the door and walked in.

The master passed away still sat cross-legged in place, his eyes were empty and unconscious, tears poured out of his eyes, and his nose and saliva flowed down.

"Chengyuan, Chengyuan..."

He murmured a name in his mouth.

Chen Yang didn't know how to comfort him, but at this moment he was completely immersed in the memories in his heart.

Chen Yang took out the wooden fish and knocked it gently.

"Dong."

As a result, I cried even more sadly after passing away.

Chen Yang patted his head and made a mistake in a hurry.

What kind of wooden fish is knocked at this time and add oil to the fire.

He put away the wooden fish, closed his eyes, and whispered: "Release your sadness and don't put it in your heart."

He thought he would resist after passing away.

As a result, it went unexpectedly smoothly.

At this moment, the world in front of Chen Yang suddenly changed.

This is a short mountain with a dilapidated temple on it.

There is a little monk and an old monk in the temple.

And behind the temple, there is a small vegetable field with sparse grains planted in it.

The old monk passed away when he was young.

On this day, I passed away and said to the little monk: "There is not much food in the temple, so I will go down the mountain to make some rice."

The little monk said, "Master, I'll go."

The little monk carried the bag and went down the mountain, and then never came back.

Every day after passing away, I would stand outside the door, looking at the road down the mountain, and murmured: "Chengyuan, it's time to come back."

He waited in the temple for more than a year, but finally couldn't wait.

He hung a lock on the temple gate, went down the mountain to find his disciple.

After passing away, he walked around several villages at the foot of the mountain, asking door to door, but he could not find his disciple.

It was famine at this time, and even if Chengyuan went down the mountain, he would not be able to eat it.

So he passed away and changed direction. He climbed over two mountains, and what appeared in front of him was a vast desert lying in front of him.

"Amitabha."

He stood on the edge of the desert and remembered some of the words his master had said.

In the desert mountains, there are often monsters.

He held the beads in his hand and walked into the desert without hesitation.

At this time, a caravan came from afar. When he learned that he was going to cross the desert after passing away, he generously invited him to join the caravan and join him together.

I was extremely grateful for my death and thanked the owner of the caravan.

The caravan owner said, "No need to thank you. Thieves are rampant in the desert. I heard that there are some dirty things. I don't know if they can pass through safely. I heard that some thieves still believe in Buddhism and take you to try their luck."

After passing away, he followed the caravan into the desert, but the food brought in the caravan was full of jerky and strong wine.

After passing away, he kept his body upright, without any drops of wine, and without any meat, and only ate some clean water and dry food he brought with him.

"The master is really a virtuous monk." The caravan admired him very much.

After passing away, he laughed and said, "There is no such thing as a monk who is not a monk. He has martial arts skills and cannot defend his country. In order to fill a meal, his disciples lost them."

He often leaned on a camel cart at night, looking at the stars, praying for the Buddha to bless his disciples with peace.

When the eight hundred miles of yellow sand were halfway through, the caravan was touched by thieves.

Although he passed away, he was old, he had a profound Buddhist teachings. When he was young, he was also a monk and had extraordinary martial arts skills.

When I heard the movement in the middle of the night, I was the first to open my eyes.

He shouted: "There are thieves!"

The caravan opened his eyes up and down and saw a group of rough men, carrying bright sharp knives in their hands, surrounding them.

Under the night, the cool breeze blew, and the caravans burst into cold sweat.

But at this moment, one of the thieves suddenly shouted: "Master!"

After passing away, he looked at the thief wrapped in a headscarf in disbelief.

"Chengyuan, Chengyuan!"

This is the apprentice he has been looking for. The half son who was raised by him since childhood, taught a lot of martial arts, and read Buddhist scriptures every day.

Now, how did you become a thief?

The fact that death cannot be accepted.

Cheng Yuan said: "Master, let's talk about this group of people later."

"No!"

After passing away, he held the Buddhist beads and blocked the caravans: "Chengyuan, how can you... you hurt your life?"

Chengyuan frowned and frowned. He looked at the brother behind him, then at the master in front of him, and whispered: "I'm sorry, Master."

Then he raised the sharp knife in his hand and shouted: "Do it."

After passing away, he wanted to stop them, but was hugged by Chengyuan.

In less than a stick of incense, the caravan was corpses on the spot.

For the first time, he felt so powerless.

He was taken back by Chengyuan.

He lived in the place where the thieves lived, and he knew what had happened over the past year.

The apprentice was in the thief camp, and became the leader and married a wife.

He looked at Chengyuan drinking and killing people, and couldn't help but burst into tears: "You are a Buddhist, how can you be so vicious? How can you be so indulge in greed?"
To be continued...