"Master." Next to the official road outside the small village, the monk watched the young man hurriedly walk over, and turned back and called out to his master.
Master Fuyi walked out of the grove. Before he entered the village, he had already inquired about Weihelan. All of them were born and raised in this village. Lan started to learn martial arts at the age of five and left this small village. Wei's parents both died when he was two years old, and Wei grew up with his grandparents, who died one after another at the age of seven. Fortunately, the people in this small village are all kind-hearted people, and we take care of them together and bring Wei up to grow up. Lan was wandering outside, and he was already famous at a young age. His master even wanted to marry his only daughter to him, but after Lan desperately saved enough money to make him and Wei a worry-free life, he resolutely returned to his hometown. , stay with Wei, and never ask about the rivers and lakes.
Master Fuyi looked back at this small village, it was the season of autumn harvest, and when he saw the rice that was ripe for harvest in the fields, he knew that it was a harvest season. Master Fuyi smiled and nodded his head. Daoists all say that mortals have turbid air, but Master Fuyi likes to see this kind of fireworks in the world. Compared with the silence of the empty mountains, the vast wilderness, the lonely river, the fruits of the world, the curling smoke, the smell of chickens and dogs, and the lighting of lights, it should be the most beautiful scenery in this world.
"Master," the little monk asked his master, "Have you seen the three lives you want to see?"
"Let's go." Master Fuyi led the little disciple to the depths of the forest.
"Master, didn't you see it?"
"I see," said Master Fuyi, "They are all very good. Although some fates cannot escape, they should all be fine in this life."
"Oh," the little monk jumped in front of Master Fuyi and said, "Master, are they all your old friends?"
Master Fuyi just smiled and did not speak.
"What does it mean that some fate cannot escape?" the little monk asked again.
"For example, the relationship between parents is shallow." Master Fuyi said.
The little monk nodded in understanding.
Master Fuyi walked slowly and thoughtfully. If he doesn't come today, Wei and Lan will also adopt Qing. Even if Wei doesn't like the child, as long as Lan likes it, he will also raise the child. What's more, this young man in this life may still have a ruthless heart, and his scheming may still be deep. , but there is no such hostility in the previous life. The young man who will spend his whole life in the idyllic landscape and live in peace with his beloved will no longer have the opportunity to kill the ruthless, blood-stained mountains and rivers.
How good, Master Fuyi looked up at the sky and let out a long sigh.
"Master, go faster." The little monk urged Master Fuyi in front of him.
"Okay." Master Fuyi replied with a smile.
The little monk picked off a green leaf in the bushes around him.
Master Fuyi's heart suddenly moved, and he said to the little disciple: "Jindu, you have to remember that everyone in the world can be determined for three lives, but three lives can't be obtained by asking for it. The karma of this life, the future life. Fruit, life after life, karmic retribution, no matter which life it is, it should not be wasted."
"Master," the little monk asked, "In the next life, is it a leaf or a red lotus?"
A red lotus? Master Fuyi hurriedly asked, "Why do you say Red Lotus?"
"In my dream yesterday, I dreamed that a pool of red lotus flowers was blooming. Someone stepped into the pool and never came out again."
Master Fuyi was speechless for a while. That night, when the master looked at the starry sky at night, Emperor Pingzhang was actually bleak.
"Amitabha," Master Fuyi said to the disciple beside him, "Jindu, we are going back to Shangdu."