He looked at the little novice monk and said in a gentle voice:

"What's wrong? I'm still thinking about the three strings of candied haws I promised you last time

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The little novice hit Monk Mici's arms and said coquettishly:

"My uncle promised that Master and Uncle Master often teaches his disciples that monks should not lie."

"Hahaha, it's well said, monks don't lie. Next time I go down the mountain, I will bring you six strings of candied haws."

In the hospitality tea room of Xuehua Temple.

As soon as Monk Mici entered the door, he saw the host's senior brother, Master Mihua, who was entertaining two young men and an old man and three people for tea.

The layman of Master Mihua is older than Monk Mici, about sixty years old. He also has a beard, but has turned gray.

He has small eyes, eight-character eyebrows, and a very thin body. He looks a bit like a kind old man from a farmhouse.

Monk Mici first bowed to Master Mihua and said:

"I've met my senior brother."

Monk Mihua smiled with a compassionate smile and said:

"Haha, junior brother, don't be polite. Master Li from Liuyun Mountain is here, they are all old acquaintances. This time, Master Li will enter the Three Treasures Hall without any trouble."

Monk Mici bowed to Li Jianchun again and said respectfully:

"Old Li, we have been in love for decades and we can just say something."

Li Jianchun replied:

"To be honest, this time it's for my nephews and nieces."

Lin Yan and Li Dan quickly bowed to Monk Mici.

Greetings:

"Disciple Lin Yan, Li Dan pays homage to the master."

Monk Mici said:

"What are these two lay Buddhists?"

Li Jianchundao:

"The descendant of the Star Gate."

Monk Mici continued:

"The two devils that have been rumored recently in the world?"

Li Jianchundao:

"Yes. This is Lin Yan, one of them, who has been possessed by the devil. He came from Taoist Wuhan before."

Monk Mici said:

"What did Lao Wuhan say?"

Li Jianchundao:

"I want me to come to you to eliminate my inner demons."

Monk Mici said:

"Wuhan took action?"

Li Jianchundao:

"Just wait for you, Monk Mici, to get rid of the inner demon!"

Monk Mici was not polite and said directly:

"Stop talking nonsense, let's start now!"

There is a quiet Zen room in Xuehua Temple, with half-blocking windows and not very clear light.

A circle of candles lit in the room, illuminating the entire Zen room with a bright red color.

Lin Yan and Monk Mici sat cross-legged on the futon face to face.

Monk Mici said:

"What lay people call the inner demon, it comes from fate, and it arises when encountering the situation.

But the root of it is nothing more than being attached to the mirror, flowers, water and moon, and a dream of the world.

If you keep it in your heart, you must not let it go at all times. Over time, you will become a devil.

If the mind is unstable, the spirit is unstable, and the body is unstable. If the body is unstable, the qi and blood will reverse. If the internal and external involvement, the demonic heart will be crazy, and you will definitely enter the realm of demons."

Monk Mi Ci's words completely revealed the fundamental reason why Lin Yan was deviled.

After hearing the situation, Lin Yan looked back at his situation and found that it was exactly the same. Naturally, he benefited endlessly. He immediately put his hands together and praised:

"The master is extremely wise, and this is true for the disciples."

Monk Mici said again:

"A great dream in the world is an empty illusion. Mirror flowers, water and moon cannot be obtained. Everything is illegal, like a dream, a bubble, like dew and lightning. You should observe it like this. Although this is easy, it is difficult to follow it. Especially if the donor bears a whole body of cause and effect, and cannot let go and forget it, he can only bear it hard, and it cannot be said that it is not bitter or difficult."

Lin Yan didn't say anything, lowered his head and fell silent.

Monk Mici didn't bother and let Lin Yan think about it himself.
Chapter completed!