On a snowy day, between the cold plums on the lake, there was a faint quarrel in the woods on the west side, but I saw a rare person in the center of the lake taking a leisurely boat to enjoy the snow.
"Didn't you say your father is dead?"
"You cursed my father!"
On the boat, there was a man and a woman standing side by side. The man was eighteen or nineteen years old, tall and broad-shouldered, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. The woman was only fifteen or sixteen years old, but she was born with a beautiful face and was extremely beautiful.
"No, no, no." The man said repeatedly and muttered softly: "Did I remember it wrong?"
The girl heard everything, her voice gentle and low:
"It's my mother. My mother died after I was born, and I have never seen her."
"My father is different from your mother. Every day he either plays the piano, paints, writes poems, and plants flowers, or appreciates the moon, practices martial arts, or tells me stories and loses his temper."
"He can cook, but he is very picky and only makes the best food."
When she said this, her tone changed.
"But I hate him. I just saw him locking up a person and wouldn't let him go. I felt sorry for that person and felt bored being alone, so I gave him some good food and wine. He got angry and scolded me. Now I've been out for so long and he hasn't come to see me. He must not want me anymore."
"Humph, I hate him to death."
The man didn't understand the girl's feelings at all, and couldn't tell the meaning of her words. He said seriously,
"I still think you shouldn't quarrel with your father, let alone hate him. The Taoist uncle who taught me how to breathe, sit, walk, and sleep doesn't even let me hate my enemies. How can you hate your father!"
The girl suddenly saw a floating corpse on the lake not far away. She looked closely and couldn't help but blurt out,
"Daddy!"
"Ah! Rong'er, you said that the person floating on the water is your daddy!"
"No, it's impossible. His martial arts are so high." Huang Rong's eyes were slightly red. She immediately took the oar and rowed the boat and quickly approached.
Guo Jing fished up the floating corpse as soon as possible.
Huang Rong carefully examined the face of the floating corpse, and was startled. A strange expression gradually appeared on her pretty face.
This man had an extraordinary handsome appearance and a tall figure. He looked 70% to 80% similar to his father, but he looked only 16 or 17 years old.
In addition, although he was wearing a green cloth robe, he was not dressed like a scholar. He wore a pair of very capable black arm guards on his cuffs.
"Rong'er, this is obviously a little brother who is not much older than you. He is not your father at all." Guo Jing said happily.
Zhuang Buyan was drowsy and vaguely heard the conversation in his ears. He felt surprised and doubtful.
He suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, frowned slightly and looked around, wondering where he had been. It was definitely not in the East China Sea where he had lived for three years.
Finally, he couldn't help but set his eyes on the beautiful girl.
Guo Jing suddenly looked surprised and whispered with his head tilted:
"Rong'er, I found that you two look alike, especially your eyes and nose, they are just like cast from the same mold."
Huang Rong showed two rows of sparkling white teeth and said:
"Hey, we saved your life, shouldn't you thank us and tell us your name?"
At this moment, Zhuang Bu Ran's eyes became more and more colorful. Hearing the names and looking at the two people's faces, he knew who the two people in front of him were. He felt speechless in his heart, but he suddenly said something.
"He's only sixteen, and he has a fifteen-year-old daughter?"
He stood up and replied casually:
"My surname is Zhuang, and I have no fixed place to live. Thank you for saving me."
"Rong'er, this little brother not only looks a bit like you, but also speaks with a Jiangnan accent like you."
Guo Jing first met Huang Rong, who was dressed like a little beggar, because her mother was from Lin'an, and the six masters who taught him were all from Jiaxing. He was used to hearing the Jiangnan accent since he was a child. After returning to the south, he was extremely happy to hear Huang Rong's accent and felt close to her.
But Huang Rong turned a deaf ear, as if she didn't hear it. Her heart was in turmoil, and she gritted her teeth secretly:
"Haha, you're talking nonsense. This is how you treat your savior. You actually gave a fake surname."
"Where did you get this from?" Zhuang Buyan's face was calm.
"Hmph, I think your last name is Huang, and you have lived in the East China Sea since you were a child."
Huang Rong said this, and muttered indignantly:
"Hateful, I was wondering why my father never came to see me, it turns out that this old shameless guy has an illegitimate child outside."
Zhuang Buyan turned a deaf ear and looked at Guo Jing: "May I ask, sir, what year is it tonight?"
"The sixteenth year of Jiading."
Zhuang Buyan silently calculated, from the tenth year of Chunxi to the sixteenth year of Jiading, a full forty years, and then a moment of confusion:
"Isn't this the so-called darkness under the lamp!"
After a while, he jumped up, a few dragonflies skimmed the water, and then landed, then stepped on the eight trigrams, and used his internal energy. While using the energy to check his physical condition, he also dried his wet robes, and immersed his mind deep in his eyebrows.
He saw a chaotic-colored divine picture, with air currents rotating on the picture and a few lines of small characters engraved on it.
[When the false is made true, the true becomes false; when there is nothing, there is truth]
[Because of the half of the fruit of the Arhat in the Pure Land of Saha that was stolen at the beginning, it cut off his fate and fortune, which led to his spying. Now, after more than 2,000 times of moving around in the worlds, he finally arrived at this parallel world and escaped his pursuit] "I have crossed the heavens, fallen to the ground and turned into a box every time, and experienced two thousand seven hundred and thirty-nine times. It was like the torture of committing suicide by thousands of knives. I thought that I was only thirteen years old and was safe. I never thought that after only three years of peace and stability, I would be here for no reason."
Zhuang Bu Ran's eyes were deep:
"Who is the peak at the end of the stolen Tao? Once I see it, the true Tao becomes empty. Only when my realm is equal to that of the Arhats in the Pure Land of Saha, will I be discovered. Who said this in the first place?"
[When stealing the Tao fruit, too much was consumed, leaving gaps. It has now been repaired. In order to keep it safe, I came to this parallel world.]
The divine map is quite spiritual, and a line of small words appears.
Zhuang Bu Ran was silent for a while, and said:
"At the beginning, I just wanted you to use your current maximum ability to help me lie down and ascend to heaven in one step."
"Who would have thought that you would only care about killing and not burying, leaving so many troubles, I really deserve it."
[Remember: the owner of the picture stole half of the Tao fruit of the Saha Pure Land Arhat, and has been involved in an endless Tao dispute]
[He is one of the three thousand Buddha children selected by the Saha Pure Land. He is an Arhat who has pure six senses, has cut off ignorance and troubles, has escaped from life and death, and has entered Nirvana. He ranks eighty-seventh among the three thousand Buddha children and is also one of the candidates for the future Buddha.]
"In that case, in addition to the Tao dispute with him, there is also a dispute among the three thousand Buddha children?"
[The owner of the picture can do something stupid and compete for the position of the Buddha of the Saha Pure Land]
"What's the benefit?"
[The Buddha of the Saha Pure Land can use wisdom and other methods to break the unwholesome methods such as greed, anger, and ignorance, eliminate the suffering of life and death, and obtain the supreme enlightenment. He should reveal Buddhism and save all living beings]
"Top-notch cattle and horses!"
Zhuang Bu Ran did not hesitate at all:
"Can I give up?"
[According to the Buddhist theory, all dharmas are generated or destroyed according to the law of cause and effect, so there is no such thing as giving up.]
"I don't know when it started, but I can't stand involution and social slavery."
Zhuang Bu Ran said in a low voice:
"But I didn't expect that even after a fortuitous encounter, I still couldn't escape the fate of an ox or a horse."
[In addition, the owner of the picture must remember that in order to repair the omissions, he has consumed too much energy again. At this point, he has no spare energy, and only the basic ability to conceal the secrets of the sky and cross the heavens.]
"How to recover?"
[The owner of the picture can reach the realm of Arhat in the Pure Land of Saha, and then he can begin to nourish and slowly recover.] When
Zhuang Bu Ran saw this line of small words, the corners of his mouth twitched. He didn't know why he got used to it. It was really unreliable. It would be sealed forever after one use. It was really a pit as always.
With a slight movement of his mind, the divine image dissipated, revealing a vague and illusory half-body arhat statue, which resounded with a divine voice:
"You are the Great Compassionate and Heartless Arhat. In order to attain the status of a bodhisattva, you decided to follow the example of the predecessors and attain enlightenment in your dreams. Now you are in your dream, traveling through the three thousand worlds."
Zhuang Bu Ran had a cold face: "Great Compassionate What Arhat?
" The half-body arhat statue's voice was ethereal:
"
Great Compassionate and Heartless Arhat." "
What Heartless Arhat?" "Great Compassionate and Heartless Arhat."
"What Heartless Arhat?" "Great Compassionate and Heartless Arhat."
"This half of the arhat fruit is still the same as before, an ignorant and unconscious idiot."
Zhuang Bu Ran shouted in a low voice:
"You are crying at the wrong grave, get out!"
"You travel through the three thousand worlds and can manifest your reward body, response body, and mind body." The half-body arhat statue's voice was ethereal without any emotional fluctuations:
"Use wisdom to seek the supreme Bodhi, use compassion to transform sentient beings, practice the bodhisattva path in the heavens and myriad worlds, and you can get back the fruit of enlightenment."
"Now that the Vajra Fruit has been retrieved, I hope you will not forget your original intention and achieve the bodhisattva's true fruit."
The divine sound emitted by the half-body Arhat statue gradually disappeared, and the figure also disappeared without a trace.
When Zhuang Buyan heard about the Vajra Fruit, he couldn't help but think of his previous experience as Huang Yaoshi, and associated his martial arts with the source, so he wanted to find the martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect.
Then, on the way, he killed many robbers on the road with lime and poisons made according to pharmacology. Unexpectedly, half of the Arhat Dao Fruit actually responded and brought back the fruit.
Perhaps he inherited Huang Yaoshi's fate and really got the fragments of the Xiaoyao Sect's martial arts. He came to the East China Sea and found Peach Blossom Island, where he practiced martial arts in seclusion for three years.
When he had achieved some success, he was inspired to practice boxing in the waves of the river and the sea, and was unexpectedly brought to the parallel world of The Legend of the Condor Heroes forty years later.
"Promote good and eliminate evil, eradicate evil, be compassionate and save the world. Half of the Arhat fruit will bring down the corresponding reward. Finally, my debt was not in vain."
He suddenly showed a trace of melancholy and murmured softly:
"I am really hiding from the will of heaven and avoiding cause and effect. All kinds of shackles have trapped my true self."
(End of this chapter)