One snowy night, he saw his mother kneeling in front of the dyeing vat to rub the fabric. The blood oozing from his frozen fingers dyed the blue cloth purple.

At that moment, hatreds and hatreds will ate his heart - he hated why he was not born a child prodigy, and why his father only talked about the books of sages.

When he passed the exam for Tongsheng at the age of fifteen, his mother had already coughed up blood for half a year. On the day the county test was released, he carried his mother to the clinic, but the doctor shook his head and said that the tuberculosis was in full swing.

When I passed by the gambling house, I saw my father shouting and shouting inside - it turned out that the so-called "Wenhui" was all lies. Before my death, my mother held his hand and said, "Rui'er... don't imitate your father..."

Before he finished speaking, thunder exploded outside the window and heavy rain poured down.

On the day he buried his mother, he personally threw the Analects of Confucius into the brazier. When the flames swallowed the pages of the book, he saw the Bodhi tree in Jinshan Temple in a trance, but his memory was soon blurred by tears. This is the pain of separation from love and separation.

Later life was like an absurd drama. My father committed suicide by jumping into a well after betting on the ancestral home. He lived on the street to write letters to others.

At the age of 20, he married into a cloth merchant's family. His wife was arrogant and domineering, and his father-in-law deducted his wages. The eldest son died of labor when he was born, and he had an affair with others.

When he was fifty, he had a stroke while checking the accounts. During the three years of bedtime, his concubine took away family wealth and his youngest son was addicted to crows...

When death came, Yu Jingrui suddenly laughed. In his rotten body, a dusty spot of light flashed slightly.

But the great formation of reincarnation immediately dragged him into new suffering - in the second life he was the son of a tenant farmer, in the third life he became the adopted son of a eunuch, and in the fourth life he became a trafficked actor...

When the 99th cycle of reincarnation began, Zhizang's consciousness was already blurred. In this life, he was a small town tutor, and he lived numbly every day in the chanting of "The Legend of Heaven and Earth".

On a certain plum rain season, he saw Lao Wang, who was selling tofu, hiding from the rain under the eaves. The old man had disabled legs, but hummed a slang song to carve the tofu into a rabbit.

"Why is Wang Bo so happy?" He heard his dry voice.

The old man used his palm to pick up the rain: "I dreamed of an old woman yesterday, and she said that the more I made the tofu, I became more and more fragrant."

The turbid eyes flashed, "Isn't living just waiting for death? You have to have some fun when you wait."

Zhizang is like being struck by lightning. The memory fragments of the hundreds of years of reincarnation suddenly surged, the bells of Jinshan Temple, the sudden enlightenment under the Bodhi tree, and the debate with Mahayan... These pictures overlap with the smiling face of the disabled old man in front of him.

He trembled and touched his chest, where there was a golden light spot buried by the dust of reincarnation - the Taoist fruit of Venerable Daluo.

When the 100th reincarnation began, Zhizang finally grabbed the light. He was still a mortal in this life, but with some kind of transcendent awakening.

He watched himself study hard and get into a key high school, and his parents quarreled all night about the cost of cram school; after graduating from college, he squeezed into the subway for 996, and calculated the amount of the dowry during blind dates; when he was middle-aged, he bowed for his children's school district room, and when he was old, he listened to his children discussing the division of inheritance and real estate in the hospital bed...

But this time it was different. When the electrocardiogram became straight, he did not immediately enter the next life.

Death has become the brightest mirror, illuminating the absurdity and truth of the cycle of reincarnation for thousands of years.

The crying in the delivery room, the ruler in the private school, the mother in front of the dyeing vat, the father in the gambling room, the quarrel in front of the sickbed... Countless pictures rotate and condense, and eventually turn into a golden leaf on the Bodhi tree.

"If you see all appearances that are not appearances, you will see the Tathagata."

In the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, Jin Chanzi suddenly opened his eyes wide. A bright pillar of light rose from the long river of reincarnation, and eight hundred arenas were vibrated at the same time.

A figure walked up to the red lotus of karma, and a mandala flower bloomed every step. It was a young monk with bright eyes. His left eye reflected the sufferings of sentient beings, and his right eye illuminated the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.

"I have not lost my hair—" He clasped his rituals in the eyes of hundreds of millions of monks: "All conditioned dharmas are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows, like dew and lightning, and you should observe this way."

The long river of reincarnation in the void collapsed and turned into a golden rain all over the sky.
Chapter completed!