Chapter 188 Forget Heart
Jiang Xin's voice echoed among the mountains and forests.
Xiao Mo looked straight into her eyes. Seeing her pleading eyes, Xiao Mo's mouth opened slightly, but he was still speechless.
But in the end, Xiao Mo grabbed her wrist, pulled her little hand off the corner of his clothes, and continued walking forward.
But before Xiao Mo took a few steps, Jiang Xin's little hand pulled the corner of Xiao Mo's clothes again.
Xiao Mo pulled her little hand off again, but Jiang Xin pulled it up again.
This seemingly weak little girl once again showed her stubborn side.
"Ah." Xiao Mo had already forgotten how many times he had sighed tonight. "Ah Xin, let go."
Jiang Xin shook his head vigorously.
"Ah Xin, I'll say this one last time, let go." At this time, Xiao Mo's tone was deliberately harsh, almost like a scolding.
Jiang Xin swallowed.
Although she was a little scared in her heart, she still held the corner of Xiao Mo's clothes tightly.
"Xiao Mo, you said you would never leave me again," Jiang Xin said courageously.
Listening to Jiang Xin's words, Xiao Mo turned around, his eyes filled with a biting chill.
Although Jiang Xin's hands were shaking, she never let go.
"Jiang Xin, I lied to you about everything."
Xiao Mo finished speaking and pulled her little hand off with force.
Just as Jiang Xin stepped forward again and was about to grab the corner of his clothes, the cold light of the Naling Knife flashed in front of Jiang Xin under the moonlight.
Jiang Xin subconsciously stopped.
The ground in front of her toes was scratched by Xiao Mo's long knife.
"If you take another step forward, I will kill you!"
Xiao Mo turned his head and looked at Jiang Xin coldly, with murderous intent carrying a bloody aura weighing on her shoulders.
Retracting his gaze, Xiao Mo took a step forward and disappeared into the night of the forest.
Under the bright moonlight, halfway up the mountain, the little boy had disappeared, leaving only the little girl standing blankly on the ground.
After a long time, she squatted down, stretched out her little hand, and gently stroked the knife mark in front of her toes.
at the same time.
In front of the gate of Kongnian Temple, Abbot Xu Jing and Wu Ming looked through the woods towards the middle of the mountain.
"Uncle master, this..." After Xiao Mo left, Wuming looked at his uncle master beside him, wanting to say something but stopping himself.
"Wuming," Xu Jing said calmly, "Do you think if Jiang Xin takes another step forward, Xiao Mo will strike her with that knife?"
Wu Ming: “.”
"Do you think Jiang Xin would be afraid even if Xiao Mo would strike with that knife?"
“.”Wuming remained speechless.
Xu Jing shook her head: "Xiao Mo will not cut with that knife, and Jiang Xin also knows that even if she crosses that line, his knife will not cut.
But why didn't she dare to move forward?
Because she knew that if she crossed that line, she would have nothing to do with Xiao Mo in the future.
"Then uncle, what should we do now?" Wuming asked.
"We don't have to do anything, it's fine like this." Xu Jing withdrew his gaze and walked into the temple.
Wuming glanced at the hillside where Jiang Xin was, then looked at his uncle, and finally could only sigh softly and followed his uncle back to the temple gate.
In the next two days.
Pilgrims coming and going up the mountain to worship Buddha can see a little girl squatting on the path halfway up the mountain.
No matter how scorching the summer sun is, no matter how cool the forest is at night.
She doesn't care.
She didn't eat or drink, but just hugged her knees and stared blankly at the scar in front of her.
A kind-hearted pilgrim mentioned this matter to Kongnian Temple.
But Xu Jing just smiled and nodded, indicating that she understood, and then she still did nothing, even asking the pilgrims not to disturb her.
The third day dawned.
Just as the monks of Kongnian Temple were listening to the abbot Xu Jing explaining the Buddhist scriptures in the main hall, the little girl halfway up the mountain finally stood up and walked up the mountain.
The little girl came to the temple, stepped through the temple gate and walked into the main hall.
Xu Jing stopped preaching and looked up. All the monks in the hall were looking at the little girl who was walking towards the abbot step by step. They made way for her.
The little girl walked in front of the crowd and looked at the kind old grandfather in front of her with her penetrating eyes.
"Abbot, I want to practice Buddhism." The little girl spoke slowly, her voice a little hoarse because she hadn't had water for a long time.
The abbot smiled kindly, "Young donor Jiang Xin, have you really thought it through?"
"Think it through." The little girl nodded.
"Why does the young donor want to learn Buddhism?" the abbot asked softly.
"To find him." The little girl said sincerely, "If Xiao Mo won't see me, then I will study Buddhism and practice well. When I grow up, I will go find him."
After saying that, the little girl looked at the old man in front of her with some worry, worried that her reason would make him refuse to accept her as a disciple: "Is this okay?"
"Yes," Abbot Xu Jing said with a smile, "Of course, why not?"
Xu Jing propped himself up on the edge of the cushion and stood up tremblingly like an ordinary farmer. He didn't look like a cultivator who had reached the perfect state of ascension at all.
"Come, Jiang Xin, put your hands together and face the Buddha statue."
"Grandpa Abbot, should I kneel down?"
Xu Jing said softly, "Kneel or not, it's up to you."
Jiang Xin looked at the clay Buddha statue sitting high in front of him and knelt on his knees.
Xu Jing nodded, stretched out his hand, and said to the monk next to him: "Razor."
When Xu Jing took the razor, all the monks in the hall closed their eyes and chanted scriptures in a solemn and dignified manner.
"The first knife: cuts off all evil. The golden knife shaves off the mother's hair, ridding the body of dust and dirt."
Xu Jing's old but steady fingers held the razor and passed it across the little girl's head, causing her hair to fall.
"Second Knife: May I cultivate all goodness, and the image of a monk with a round crown and square robes will appear, and the Dharma King will have another grandson."
"The third sword: I vow to save all sentient beings."
The knife fell one after another, and strands of black hair fell one after another.
Above Kongnian Temple, Buddhist clouds gradually condensed, and the golden and holy Buddha light shone for dozens of miles.
The sound of chanting scriptures in the main hall spread from Kongnian Temple and echoed in the mountains, fields, and towns.
The big bell of Kongnian Temple rang by itself without anyone striking it.
The people of Kongnian City looked up.
In the Kongnian Temple ten miles away, in the sky where golden light gathered, there was a golden Buddha statue holding a flower and smiling, looking down with kindness.
They only remembered that such a strange vision occurred when the legendary Master Xu Jing attained enlightenment.
The chanting stopped.
The sound of the bell drifted away.
The Buddha's clouds dissipated.
The Buddha's light falls.
The rising sun passed through the threshold of the hall and fell on the little girl, as if covering her with a golden robe.
"Amitabha."
Xu Jing put his hands together.
"The 975th generation disciple of Kongnian Temple.
Take the word "forget".
Take the word "heart".
From today on, your Dharma name is——
Forget your heart."
(End of this chapter)
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