Chapter 123: Birth

How many years ago.
A small boat. Sitting in front of the real Buddha, standing in the net. The boat is worn on the lotus pond and gently drags out the water ripples. The mist filled the water, and the net lining with the palm of the hand followed by the milky white mist, between the head and the head, could not tell whether he was in the sky or on the water.
The real Buddha sat and smiled, and in the interlacing of the lotus shadow, he recited the scripture slowly and slowly.
The net Lin was only eight years old, and the wrapped cockroaches dragged half at the feet. He caught the fog with his hands, and the fog was scattered between his fingers, like a dream.
"Why is the Tao?" Net Lin is in a wet state, and he is uncomfortably pinched, innocently holding his hand to look at the real Buddha. "Respect, what is the Tao?"
"It's your palm." The real Buddha replied, "It's your flower."
Jing Lin said: "That is something that cannot be caught. I don't want it."
The real Buddha slammed into the pool and said: "The avenue is invisible, you don't want it, it will come to you."
The net scorpion's eyes are wet by the water, black and bright. The fingers he picked up were hooked and stubbornly said: "...I don't want it."
The real Buddha smiled and said: "Well."
Jing Lin asked again: "I am going with you, am I a monk? Can I not eat meat again?"
The real Buddha looked at him and said, "Yes."
Jing Lin feels that his eyes are loving and loving. There seems to be a lot of words to say, but he always cherishes words like gold. It seems that as long as the fog is separated from the mountain, it is enough to look at the net Lin.
Net Lin is not afraid. He stands up and says, "But I, I want to eat meat..."
The true Buddha said: "You are the difference in the world."
Net Lin bowed and said, "I am a human."
The true Buddha turned his head and looked at the water, and the heron flew. The sky was suddenly dim, the wind violently passed through, the water cast a huge shadow, and swam with a thrilling power.
The true Buddha said: "Look at this day."
Jing Lin looked up and the clouds were blown away by the wind. He opened his eyes wide, and the clear shackles reflected the mighty figure, and the giant giant made him even open his mouth.
"It's a dragon." Net Lin couldn't help but laugh out loud. He raised his arms and the unsuitable sleeves were blown by the wind. He seems to be under this giant shadow, and with this wind, he is also flying in the boundless sky.
"You have to learn to be a person." The Buddha said, "He has to learn to be a person. The desire is a fleeting thing, but it has never changed. Jing Lin, you see him swimming in the sky, you are You will give birth to desires. You will follow your heart and embark on a rough road. You are the variables of this world. You will understand in the coming days that 'want' is pain in itself."
Jing Lin chased two steps on the boat and staggered as the dragon disappeared. He also looked up and asked: "What is the pain?"
"It is the taste of people." The true Buddha replied.
"Is the Zunzi also tasted bitterness?" Jing Lin asked curiously.
The true Buddha did not answer, and the boat continued to move forward. He sat in the sky and staggered like this. It seems that everything does not invade. But when he opened his eyes, the gray was faint, revealing a thousand confusions and pains.
"I..." The Buddha suddenly paused.
The water leaps into the koi, and the cockroaches are confused. He sat at the end of the pool that day and did not answer the question of Jinglin.
"I am heaven and earth."
Tracing back and breaking, the net Lin bundled hands under the seat. He said: "This is a joke."
The true Buddha is seated high, and with the face that Jiu Tianjun used to use, one eye can see the past of Jinglin. He smiled and said, "Where are you from, where are you going? Know for the Father."
"You know where I am coming from." Net Lin looked up and said, "You are not a sage."
"I am." The true Buddha is a black and gray, and compassion and coldness are on one face. He is like a black and white mess, and every laugh is very different.
"You have been in the world for thousands of years." Jing Lin said, "Have you ever experienced pain?"
"When I close my eyes, my life is gone. When I blink, my life is gone. Everything in the world is between my fingers. I can look at the world in front of me. I can see the world in the future. No one can look at me. I The mouth is the pain of the world. I have tasted the pain and are far more than you understand."
"If you are heaven and earth." Jing Lin said, "Why raise me?"
The black buds of the true Buddha are indifferent, but the ashes are slowly closed. He stared at Jinglin with a single eye, and his tone was ruthless: "I never wanted to raise you. You are the most thing in this world. Your sword front has been a disaster since its birth. You can kill people and kill God. He said, the ashes trembled and swayed in it, and the voice became gentle. "This is a lie to you. I should have raised you well. Jinglin, Jinglin."
Net Lin is weird and says, "What the are you..."
The black scorpion suddenly showed a cool color, and the Buddha smiled eccentrically. The more he laughed, the louder he said, "I am your father."
"You are nine days." Net Lin frowned.
"No." The ashes of the real Buddha closed again. He leaned down and said in a swaying pearl, "I said, I am your father."
Jing Lin suddenly has no blood.
The true Buddha screamed at the eyebrows of Jinglin, and said with pleasure: "You are the son of God, the child who wants to meet. You are so similar to your mother, she has repeatedly avoided you, you have nothing to do. Detecting. You are born to be the sword of the father. You have been growing up to this day, and I have contributed to it. My son, my brothers, I only love you."
Net Lin struggled fiercely, Sanskrit was bright, and there was only two confrontation between the empty halls. Jing Lin felt that the blood was cool. He had a blank mind in a moment, and suddenly he bleeds.
"I used to dress up and go to Kyoto." The true Buddha took back his hand coldly and looked at Jinglin in a condescending manner. "When the square is in April, the river is flat with red sleeves. Your mother is barefoot and stalks, and I am trapped in soft red dust. Then I have you, her is noble, this should not be a vulgar, ridiculous, she can not give up, and I will give birth to you. When she gave birth to you, I know your difference, the disasters of heaven and earth are all from you."
Net Lin's forehead against the smooth floor, he muttered: "nonsense!"
"You have a sword in your heart, it is a lonely life." The true Buddha lifted his foot and crushed the shoulder of Jinglin. The cold voice said, "The compassionate lotus in your palm is what the father gave. When you were born in the world, it is always there. I am no longer reminding me of the crime of falling into a desire. Those who want to confuse the mind and hinder my great cause are really you. You are born to kill the father! I am so loving and careful, you are not grateful!"
The real Buddha suddenly stepped on the scapula of Jinglin, causing Jinglin to squat at his feet. He is indulgent and sly.
"You it. You it!"
The net amount of land hit the ground, and his back was full of great strength, and even his knees were shaking.
"Do you know how you survived?" The real Buddha bowed his head and said in vain, "The two beads of the bead, you ate it, this is my life! You should be clean, but she wants to cross you. One time - she not only crossed you, she also crossed the dragon. For you, she would turn against me, she changed the bead to life. How this woman! I should be her The day she tempted me, but she betrayed me like this. You said, isn't this your fault?"
Jing Lin had a terrible pain in his back. He broke his mouth and took out a messy bright red on the ground. He seems to have been confused, and he did not say a word.
The true Buddha had fun in the fortune of Jinglin. The more he stepped on the shackles, the more he could not see. The true Buddha violently smashed the net, and he raised his finger to press the endless gravity.
The net lining of the chain is "squeaky", the elbows are heavy on the ground, and the shoulders that are stepped on are still standing up. This gravity is like a mountain, and he must be crushed, but he swallows blood in his throat, and the ground is dripping with sweat and blood.
"You live in ugly life." The true Buddha circled the net, saying, "Kill the father, kill the foot, kill countless, and send the desire to a dragon."
He turned over the net with his toes.
"I want you to be born, you can become a heaven and earth killer, but you would rather have a dragon and a dragon." If you are the most shameless, it is a big mistake. It is a big mistake. What are you? You are not a person. You are no longer a sword. You become a waste, even if I want to pity now, I can't find a reason."
The chain hoarded, and the true Buddha dragged the net.
"The only use you have now is to make a name. I call the three circles to review your killing monster. From then on, there will be a monument to write your bad name. You should die under the eyes of everyone."
Net Lin hands and scratches on the back of his hands, he can not cover the blood, the body marks the wolf, and is no longer Lin Songjun living in the clouds.
"Your mother is dead." The true Buddha is melancholy tightening the chain. "Who can save you this time?"
The net Lin couldn't breathe, but the foot suddenly slammed up, and then the Sanskrit chain between the wrists dragged the neck of the real Buddha. When the real Buddha was bent, he was smashed to the ground by Jing Lin. The net Lin died and died, and both sides wanted to die.
The true Buddha is experiencing pain, and the net Lin screams: "I am born without a father!"
The real Buddha was twisted and his face turned red, and the net Lin gasped, feeling that a certain tension in the body had collapsed, and the madness and savage were on the same page. He shook his fingertips and slammed his head on the ground, snoring and asking: "Where is the sky?"
The real Buddha’s throat snorted and he didn’t speak.
Net Lin dragged his head down and he was on the verge of losing control: "Who is my mother?"
The true Buddha did not say a word like him before, and the empty temple suddenly screamed. There is blood in the lungs between the teeth, and he is like a wolf like this in the world.
The true Buddha suddenly supported the body, and the pain on the face turned into madness. He laughed and said to Jing Lin: "You are born without a father? You look at you at the moment, you are clearly me! You are no longer like this." Once, you are evil, you are the source of all the killing!"
The net lining of the wrist is loose, and the real Buddha has already stood naked behind him.
"Your deep temper has already broken the dyke. You are killing your desires. Your way has collapsed. You are not worthy of God." The real Buddha sneered at him. "My son, have you not recognized what you are?" You look at you, what is Lin Songjun?"
Net Lin looked back at the moment, and it seemed to be an illusion. He stared at the real Buddha and even said steadily: "You are not a real Buddha, you are a nine-day prince."
The ash is open, and the Buddha seems to be laughing. The next moment was squeezed back hard and became violent and cold.
Jiu Tianjun slaps his hand and is annoyed: "You live! I am a real Buddha!"
Net Lin turned his head and sneered, and sneered: "You are something, I already understand."