"If you have goodness in your heart, you are true practice. If you have Buddha in your heart, you will be Buddha everywhere." Hui Jin glanced at the disciples, "Do you know where this Pure Land is?"

"Amitabha, the Pure Land is in the West." Although Jingxuan and Jingye and others felt that the question was too simple, they still answered in unison.

"Jingchen, where do you think?" Huijin asked.

Song Ruoxi blinked and said, "In the West!"

"Everything in the world is transformed." Huijin smiled slightly, looking into the distance, the gloomy sky was shrouded in cold clouds.

Jingxuan Jingye and others lowered their heads to ponder.

"Since everything is transformed, then the West... Ah Chi! Ah Chi! Ah Chi!" The consequences of sleeping in the open world in the cold winter were immediately reflected. Song Ruoxi sneezes three times in a row and rubbed his nose, as if he had caught a cold.

"The Buddhist Dharma is profound and profound, and understanding depends on opportunities." Hui Jin glanced at Song Ruoxi and turned around and left.

"Ah chi..." Song Ruoxi picked up the monk's robe and went to chase Huijin, "Master, wait for me."

"My junior brother is young and has a restless temperament, so he needs to practice more." Jingxuan looked at the figure running away with his eyebrows frowned. Even if this girl has a Buddhist connection, she will not be able to become a great man.

Jingye smiled slightly and said, "My junior brother is smart. With time, he will definitely achieve the right result."

The other senior brothers of Jing generation were also optimistic about the junior brother and nodded in agreement.

After hearing the lectures of the Holy Monk, many people have had their own feelings. Only Song Ruoxi was infected with wind and cold, fever, headache, runny nose, cough, and lying on the bed with discomfort and humming, "Master, my head hurts so much. Is there a Buddhist Dharma that can cure diseases?"

Huijin smiled, put the medicine bowl at the head of the bed, and reached out to help her up, "Medicine can cure diseases."

Seeing that the bowl was twice as big as the bowl you usually drink porridge, Song Ruoxi frowned and said, "Master, there is too much medicine!"

"Only after taking the dose of medicine can we cure the disease. If the dose is small, the cold will not be eliminated, and the disease will be difficult to cure; if the dose is large..."

"Master, I'm sick, don't rush to educate me." Song Ruoxi took the bowl and poured the medicine in one breath. He was so bitter that he shivered and hurriedly hid back into the quilt.

Huijin helped her tuck her quilt and went to the meditation room next door to meditate and recite scriptures.

The Buddhist Birthday Fair has ended, and believers have left one after another. The Chen brothers and sisters also went to Jingxuan to say goodbye, "Grandma, nephew, want to take their brothers and sisters home tomorrow."

"You have been away from home for a long time, and it's time to go back." Jingxuan's eyelids drooped, and he slowly fiddled with the sandalwood rosary in his hand. His wrinkled face was faint, and he couldn't tell his emotions.

"Grandma and nephew have been disturbing here for many days. I want to say goodbye to Master Huijin and Master Jingye to express my gratitude." Chen Mo said respectfully.

"Amitabha, just go to Master Jingye to look down on him and say goodbye. Uncle Master wants to take care of his sick Junior Brother Jingchen, so don't bother me."

Chen Mo narrowed his eyes and found that the strange little girl was sick. No wonder she and Jian'er went to the back mountain to cook fish soup.

The next day, the Chen brothers and sisters left Jinglian Temple and embarked on their return journey. After leaving the mountain gate, Chen Yin and Chen Yiwei brothers and sisters got on the carriage in front. Chen Mo got on a carriage in the back, and the wheels rolled and drove forward. A layer of dust rose from behind the carriage.

When the carriage turned, Chen Mo lifted up a corner of the curtain and looked at the temple left behind the car. The deep mop with a harsh gleam stared for a moment, put down the curtain, and picked up a piece of paper placed on the wooden table.

A few simple words were written on the paper: "Ye Shuhua, at the age of twenty, his father: Ye Fan, the lord of Yingcheng City, and his mother: the lord of Zhaoping County. He was seriously ill at the age of three. He met a holy monk on the road and asked for elixirs and the medicine was cured. Four years ago, he left home with a book and his whereabouts were unknown."

Chen Mo's subordinates used their strength and turned the paper into pieces. How could Ye Fan make the legitimate son go unknown? There were countless shadow guards hidden beside Ye Shuhua; he smiled coldly and narrowed his eyes slightly. The masters and disciples of Jinglian Temple would not stay for a long time, just wait for them to leave patiently.

Song Ruoxi was sleepy in the room for four days and drank twelve bowls of medicine. He was very miserable. The cold symptoms finally alleviated. When he could come out to see someone, he followed Huijin to send Master Jueming to Jueming.

"Honest brother's illness is getting better?" Ye Shuhua looked at Song Ruoxi, who was wrapped like a bun, with a smile in his eyes.

"It's better, thank you for your concern." Song Ruoxi lowered her head slightly, her little face was covered with redness. She knew about what happened that day from the little nun, and she couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed when facing Ye Shuhua.

"Mediation and meditation can cure diseases and prolong life." Jueming said with a smile.

"I will always remember the master's teachings and will always concentrate on meditation and meditation in the future." Song Ruoxi replied obediently.

Although Jingxuan had difficulty in legs and feet, he also brought Jian'er to see him off.

"Senior brother, senior brother!" Jian'er saw Ye Shuhua from afar, shouted and rushed over, looking at him with a nostalgic look, "Senior brother, when will you come again?"

These days, Jian'er went to the robbery courtyard to pester Ye Shuhua and asked him to talk about traveling outside. Seeing Jian'er pounce on him, Ye Shuhua subconsciously avoided the side, but he didn't want to stand side by side with Song Ruoxi again.

"Amitabha, everything comes with the flow and goes with the flow. Don't be demanding, there is no need to keep it. If fate comes, you won't be happy, and you won't be sad." Hui Jin's words were not only for Jian'er, but also for Song Ruoxi. In Buddhism, you should not have worldly thoughts in your heart, and you must strictly abide by the rules and precepts.

But the words seemed to be too erratic, and neither of the girls could hear it. Song Ruoxi looked calm and silent, while Jian'er was still staring at Ye Shuhua, waiting for his answer.

Jingxuan looked at Jian'er, lowered his eyelids, and chanted the Buddha's name softly. Although Jian'er didn't understand Huijin's words, she could understand Jingxuan's meaning. She didn't expect to go back to the Zen room and be punished to kneel on the Buddhist temple after a while. She pouted unwillingly and retreated to Jingxuan's side.

"If you have the fate, you have no chance to go, let the breeze bring the white clouds." Jue Mingnian turned around and walked towards the mountain gate.

Walking out of the mountain gate, Jueming turned around and folded his hands together, and said, "Amitabha, Junior Brother Huijin, let's leave you here, there is no need to send you off."
Chapter completed!