Du Shi slightly opened his eyes, and the candlelight reflected into the depths of his eyes. The green lamp in front of the ancient Buddha had burned to the end and could burn out at any time.
But the Buddha's light shone brightly in his eyes.
"If a man does not work for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth."
"If a man does not work for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth!"
The three Buddhas of greed, anger and ignorance also followed suit.
"But I still want to save one person in the end, the living immortal Li Changsheng."
The three Buddhas of greed, anger and ignorance looked stunned. They didn't expect that when they were at the final moment, the other party actually gave up.
Greedy Buddha said with a gloomy face: "You have no way to retreat now. Even if you ask Li Changsheng for help, you will not be able to survive. Only when the three strands of true spirit enter the heavenly cycle and you achieve enlightenment can you survive."
The Lin word has the power of fortune, but also has its corresponding price. The true spirit is extremely important to the cultivator, which is equivalent to the heart of the soul.
The only way to cross the world is to be in harmony with the Tao. There is no other way.
He gave a silent smile, and the figures of the three Buddhas of greed, anger and ignorance turned from real to virtual.
"The immortal once said that when a thought of anger arises, a million barriers open. The Thunder Sword Demon of Yunzhou is the anger of the immortal, and I am no exception. I envy the immortal's talent, I am angry at the immortal's ability, and I am angry too."
The first one to disappear was Chen, and he walked into Du Shi's body.
"People are in the dust, but they are not dust. Dust is in the heart, turning into dust. If the fate is shallow, they will separate. If the fate is deep, they will gather. Now it is time to say goodbye."
The fire of obsession in the Buddha's eyes dissipated, and he lowered his head and smiled: "Good."
The last one is greed, which he cannot control or eliminate in the world.
Greedy Buddha stood up on his own, as if he wanted to give it a try and seize the body.
When his fingertips touched the flesh, greed vanished. He was stunned. Obviously greed had not disappeared, why did it seem as light as a bubble in Du Shi's eyes?
"He taught me the true method, he is like a teacher and a father to me, how can I let him get another scar? Maybe God's will is not to let me achieve enlightenment, but to tarnish my immortal heart."
After being with Li Changsheng for so long, everyone actually knew that the immortal was a very stubborn and proud person. If I were to describe him in one sentence, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.
Immortals believe that if they have ten points of strength, they should do fifteen points of things. Immortals can often exceed this standard, but some things cannot be forced.
Du Shi couldn't help but think of the immortal's action of repairing the waning moon, and a sense of enlightenment arose in his heart.
God’s will is like a knife, and Lin is the first knife.
I am the knife, I am the knife, I am the knife...
"Hahahaha... Even if you don't have a sincere heart, you can't escape the will of heaven. You are still a mediocre person after all. It's a pity that the will of heaven doesn't understand the hearts of mediocre people or ordinary people."
Du Shi looked up at the ancient Buddha and at the vast world, as if he was mocking and showing disdain.
"Children always report good news but not bad news. Even at 2,000 years old, I am still just a child."
Du Shi slowly closed his eyes, his soul returned to heaven, and turned into one of the stars in the sky.
The news of Master Du Shi's passing away spread throughout the world like the autumn wind overnight. The whole country was shocked. Millions of monks were filled with grief and countless people were in tears.
Millions of ordinary people wore mourning clothes to send off the holy monk, and countless monks in the spiritual world abstained from sex and pleasure for seven days.
When Li Changsheng arrived at the Great Leiyin Buddhist Sect, the leaders of various sects in Jiuzhou were already waiting outside. Everyone stood outside in silence.
When he arrived, everyone became even more silent.
When Du Can, who was wearing a gray monk's robe, saw the Taoist priest in green, he immediately knelt down and kowtowed, begging, "Immortal, please save my master. He is in such good health, how could he die?"
"Didn't Du Shi die of old age?" Li Changsheng glanced sideways and scanned the people around him. Everyone nodded.
Qingxuan looked a little dazed, and said with difficulty: "I have seen the body of the bald man... Du Shi's body is uninjured. I asked the Pavilion Master of Tianji Pavilion to divine the secrets of the heavens, and he must have died of old age."
Only then did Li Changsheng say calmly: "Life and death are determined by fate. 2,000 years is not too young."
If it were 1,000 years ago, he might have gone to the underworld to find a way to bring the dead back to life. He thought 2,000 years was not enough, he had lived 4,000 years, so why couldn't they live 4,000 years too?
But everyone has his own destiny. What Li Changsheng found from the Wangchuan River was not the method of bringing the dead back to life, but the state of mind of those who face the difference between life and death.
Everyone will die one day, but he doesn't like to be the one who sees others off.
After saying this, Li Changsheng walked past the crowd and entered the palace.
Under the green lamp and ancient Buddha, the old monk sat cross-legged on the ground, his waist slightly bent, his head drooping, and there was no trace of life in his body.
Suddenly, Du Shi's body moved, then he slowly raised his head and opened his cloudy and lifeless eyes.
With a silly smile on his face, he said, "Master, I'm sorry for leaving without saying goodbye. This is my last words to you."
Li Changsheng became calmer and asked with a gloomy look, "How did you die?"
"I died of old age, it was a sudden death but I have no regrets. I still remember your majesty when you governed the Tao River. You taught me the true Dharma and saved me from death many times. I am willing to call you Master and Father."
"…Everyone will die one day, and I will die naturally. There is no need to mourn or grieve, for this is fate. Please throw my relics into the rivers and ferry the people of the world across once more."
Du Shi pointed to the cushion beside him and said, "Please take a seat, Immortal. I will tell you everything slowly."
Li Changsheng was silent for a few seconds, then sat down on the mat. He did not cross his legs but sat very casually, with his hands slightly supporting the ground with some weakness.
"Immortal, regarding the matter between you and the rabbit spirit, I still want to say a few words. The rabbit spirit is very stubborn and you must be careful not to hurt yourself. If you can give birth to a child, you can join my Buddhist sect and use the Dharma to correct its evil spirit."
"Um."
"Master, you must be vigilant to the people of the world. Not everyone is virtuous. You have suppressed the world, but there are always endless people with ulterior motives."
"Um."
"Master, please drink less wine. Wine is desire, and drinking too much will disturb your mind."
"Um."
The remnant of Du Shi's past whispered softly in his ear, as if he was explaining his final affairs, or as if a child was instructing his old father. But Li Changsheng just kept nodding without much response.
I don’t know how long we talked, but the voice in my ears gradually subsided.
Du Shi knelt in front of Li Changsheng and kowtowed once, twice, and three times.
"Master, I'm leaving now. Remember to drink less."
Li Changsheng walked in the long river, crushed a relic, and scattered a starlight.
Before he knew it, all the relics in his arms were used up, leaving only a bit of starlight in his palm.
Who first saw the moon by the river? When did the moon by the river first shine on people?
The young monk who tried to calm the turbulent river also died.
Li Changsheng looked up at the waning moon in the sky, the river breeze blowing across his face.
“People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, the moon waxes and wanes, please be full for me one last time.”
He blew up a ray of starlight to complete the waning moon.
It’s never the same as when I was young.
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