Nan Chan

Chapter 123: birth

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how many years ago.

A small boat. The true Buddha sits in front, and Jinglin stands in the back. The boat was worn on the lotus pond and gently dragged out the turbulent water lines. The water mist filled the air, and Jing Lin used the palm of his hand to follow the milky white mist. Between his head up and his head down, he couldn't tell whether he was in the sky or on the water.

The true Buddha sat upright and smiled, and among the lotus shadows, he slowly recited the scriptures.

Jing Lin was only eight years old, and half of the cassock he was wearing was dragged by his feet. He caught the fog with his hands, and the fog spread between his fingers like a dream.

"What is the Tao?" Jinglin's palm was wet, he squeezed it uncomfortably, and naively raised his hands to look at the true Buddha, "Sir, what is the Tao?"

"It's the mist in your palm." True Buddha replied, "It's the flower in front of your eyes."

Jing Lin said: "It's something that can't be caught, I don't want it."

The true Buddha touched the water with his fingers and said, "The Great Way is invisible, if you don't want it, it will come to you."

Jing Lin's eyes were moistened by the mist, dark and bright. He intertwined his raised fingers and said stubbornly, "...I don't want it."

The real Buddha smiled and said, "Okay."

Jinglin asked again: "If I go with you, am I also a monk? Can I no longer eat meat?"

The real Buddha looked at him and said, "Yes."

Jing Lin felt that his eyes were kind and he seemed to have a lot to say, but he always cherished his words like gold, as if it was enough to just look at Jing Lin from a distance across the fog and mountains.

Jing Lin was not afraid, he straightened his chest and said with all his strength, "But I, I want to eat meat..."

The true Buddha said: "You are the difference in the world."

Jing Lin bowed his head and said, "I'm human."

The real Buddha turned his head and looked at the vast water, and the egrets and cranes were startled. The sky suddenly darkened, the wind slammed through, and the water cast a huge shadow, swimming with a shuddering might.

The true Buddha said: "Look at this day."

Jinglin raised his head, and the clouds were blown away by the wind. He opened his eyes wide, and his dignified figure was reflected in his clear eyes, and the gigantic creature made him even open his mouth slightly.

"It's a dragon." Jing Lin couldn't help laughing out loud. He raised his arms, and the ill-fitting sleeve robe was blown by the wind. He seems to be under this giant shadow, and with the wind, he also soars in the boundless sky.

"You have to learn to be a person." The true Buddha said, "He also has to learn to be a person. Desires are fleeting, but eternal things. Jinglin, you see him roaming the sky, you will Desires will arise. You will eventually follow your heart and embark on a bumpy road. You are all variables in this world, and in the future you will understand that 'wanting' itself is suffering."

Jing Lin chased two steps on the boat, staggeringly watching Canglong disappear. He still looked up, but asked, "What is suffering?"

"It's the taste of people." True Buddha replied.

"Has Venerable also tasted bitterness?" Jing Lin asked curiously.

The real Buddha closed his eyes and did not answer, the boat continued to move forward. He sat withered in the crisscross of the sky and water, as if nothing invaded, as if a hundred desires could not be resisted. But when he opened his eyes, the gray was pale, revealing all kinds of confusion and pain.

"I..." True Buddha paused in a daze.

A koi popped out of the water, stirring up the ripples. He sat at the end of the pool that day and did not answer Jing Lin's question again.

"I am heaven and earth."

The retrospective shattered, and Jing Lin knelt under the seat with his hands tied. "It's a joke," he said.

The true Buddha sits high on the seat, with the face that Jiutianjun is used to, and when he supports his head, he can see Jinglin's past with one eye. He smiled and said, "Where did you come from and where you are going. Father knows."

"You know where I came from." Jing Lin raised his head suddenly, "You are not Venerable."

"I am." True Buddha's eyes were black and gray, and compassion and cruelty coexisted on one face. He is like a mixture of black and white, even every smile is completely different.

"You have been in the world for thousands of years." Jing Lin said, "Have you ever experienced pain?"

"When I close my eyes, I live, and when I open my eyes, people die. The life and death of all things in the world are within my fingertips. I can see the world's past with one eye, and I can see the future of the world with the other eye. No one can hide in front of me, I My mouth is the suffering of the world. I have experienced it, and I know far more than you."

"If you are heaven and earth." Jing Lin said, "Why support me?"

The black eyes of the true Buddha are indifferent, but the gray eyes are slowly closed. He stared at Jinglin with one eye, and his tone was ruthless: "I never wanted to raise you, you are the most damnable thing in this world. Your sword edge has been a catastrophe since you were born. You can kill people and kill gods. "He said, his gray eyes trembled again, the guilt melted into it, and his voice became gentle, "This is a lie to you, I should have taken good care of you. Jinglin, Jinglin."

Jing Lin noticed the strangeness and said, "Who are you..."

The black eyes suddenly showed a cold color, and the real Buddha laughed strangely. The more he laughed, the louder he said, "I am your father."

"You are Jiutianjun." Jinglin frowned.

"No." True Buddha's gray eyes closed again, he leaned down, and as the pearl swayed, he said cruelly, "I said, I am your father."

Jing Lin's face was suddenly bloodless.

The real Buddha flexed his fingers and traced Jinglin's eyebrows and said happily: "You are the child of the gods, and the child who wants to meet. You and your mother look so similar, she has avoided you many times, but you have nothing. Perceived. Good Jinglin, you were born as a father's sword. I have contributed to your growth so far. My son, my son, all of you brothers, I only love you dearly."

Jinglin struggled violently, the Sanskrit language was bright, and there was only a confrontation between two people in this empty hall. Jing Lin felt that the blood was cold, and his mind was blank for a moment, and he suddenly bowed his head and choked blood.

"I once went to the capital of Kyoto." The real Buddha took back his hand coldly, and looked down at Jinglin, "It's April in the sky, and the river is full of red sleeves. Your mother carried the flower branches barefoot, and lured me into the soft red dust. So there is you, her body is noble, and she shouldn't inherit common things, but it's ridiculous that she can't give up, and she gave birth to you.

Jinglin pressed his forehead against the smooth floor, and he hoarsely said, "Nonsense!"

"You have a sword in your heart, it's a lonely life." The true Buddha lifted his foot and rolled down Jinglin's shoulder, and said in a cold voice, "The lotus of compassion in your palm is something given to you by your father. Don't remind me of the crime of falling into lust. It's really you who is obstructing my great cause. You are born to kill my father! You are not grateful for my love and cultivation in vain!"

The real Buddha suddenly stepped on Jinglin's shoulder blade, causing Jinglin to knock his head under his feet. His dark eyes are both indulgent and sly and obscure.

"Damn you. Damn you!"

Jing Lin's forehead hit the ground, and his back was so powerful that even his knees were shaking.

"Do you know how you survived?" The real Buddha bowed his head and said grimly, "You eat two buddha beads, you eat them, this is my life! You should be clean, but she wants to save you. Once - she not only crossed you, she also crossed the dragon. For you, she turned against me, and she exchanged the beads for her life. This woman deserves to die! I should be hers God. She tempted me like that, but betrayed me like that. You say, isn't it your fault?"

Jinglin's back was in severe pain, his forehead was smashed, and a messy bright red was rubbed on the ground. He seemed to have lost his mind, and he didn't say a word.

The real Buddha had fun in Jinglin's forbearance, and he stepped on it harder and harder, watching Jinglin's choking blood that could not overflow. The true Buddha kicked Jinglin violently, and he lifted his fingers to press down the endless gravity.

The chain between Jing Lin's body made a loud "crashing" sound, his elbows slammed on the ground, and the shoulders that were stepped on were still standing up. This gravity is like a mountain, and it will crush him to the ground, but he swallows the blood in his throat, and the ground he supports is dripping with sweat and blood.

"You have lived an ugly life in this life." The true Buddha circled Jinglin and said, "Killing the father, killing enough, killing countless, and placing desires on a dragon."

He turned over Jinglin with his toes.

"I thought that you would be born out of desire and become a killer of heaven and earth, but unexpectedly you would rather have sex with a dragon. It is shameless to indulge in lust, and it is a big mistake to be indulged in love. What are you? You are not human, and neither do you Another sword. You have become a waste, and even if I want to pity you now, I can't find the reason."

The chain suddenly pulled up, and the real Buddha pulled Jing Lin.

"Your only purpose now is to make a name. I will summon the three worlds to judge you, the father-killing monster. From now on, monuments will be erected everywhere in the world to write your notoriety. You should die under the public's attention."

The scratches on the back of Jing Lin's hands and hands were intertwined. He couldn't hide the blood gushing, and the tread marks on his body were embarrassed. He was no longer Lin Songjun living in the clouds.

"Your mother is dead." True Buddha tightened the chain sadly, "Who can save you this time?"

Jing Lin couldn't catch his breath, but he kicked up suddenly at his feet, and then the Sanskrit chain between his wrists dragged the real Buddha's neck. When the real Buddha's body bent, he was twisted to the ground by Jinglin, and Jinglin was chained to death, and both parties wanted to kill each other.

The real Buddha showed pain, and Jinglin hissed, "I was born without a father!"

The real Buddha was twisted and his face flushed, Jing Lin gasped, feeling that the tension in his body had collapsed, and the madness and the fierceness went hand in hand. His fingertips were shaking, he pressed the head to the ground, and asked fiercely, "Where is Cang Ji?"

The true Buddha choked up in his throat, and said nothing.

Jing Lin dragged the person and slammed it down, and he asked out of control, "Who is my mother?"

The real Buddha didn't say a word like he had before, and suddenly there was a loud slamming sound in the empty hall. There was blood oozing between Jinglin's teeth. At this moment, he was like a wolf, like a jackal, like all the viciousness in this world.

The real Buddha suddenly supported himself, and the pain on his face turned into madness in an instant. He laughed and said to Jinglin: "You were born without a father? Look at you now, you are clearly me! Your eyes are no longer comparable. Once, you were evil, you were the source of all desire to kill!"

Jing Lin's wrist loosened, and the real Buddha had already stood behind him in the blink of an eye.

"Your hidden violence has burst, your desire to kill is thriving, your Dao has collapsed, and you are not even worthy of being a god." The real Buddha sneered at him, "My son, have you not recognized your face yet? Look at you, what is Lord Linsong?"

But Jinglin looked back suddenly, just now as if it was all hallucinations, he stared at the real Buddha, and even said steadily: "You are not the real Buddha, you are Jiutianjun."

The gray eyes opened, and the real Buddha seemed to want to smile. The next moment, he was pushed back stiffly, becoming irritable and cold.

Jiu Tianjun slapped his hand and said irritably, "Shut up! I am a true Buddha!"

Jinglin tilted his head and spat blood, and sneered: "What are you, I already understand."