While the two of them were talking, I had taken off my shoes and socks, rolled up my trouser legs, and rushed into the field.

My dad sent my mom home in a few words. My mom had just walked a short distance, but my dad, who was squatting by the field to pick up the water pipe, said: I know what you are doing when you are back, but unfortunately I disappointed you.

I looked at him in surprise and said, "Do you know what I'm going to do?"

He looked up at me and said, "You want me to go downstairs to save Yizi's disciple?"

I said bluntly, but my heart sank slightly. Couldn't it be possible?

My dad glanced at me deeply and shook his head.

My heart suddenly fell to the bottom, and my mind was confused and asked him if he was really helpless?

He said yes, but he couldn't.

I said in some pain that Chu Ming died to save me.

He said he knew, but he really couldn't control this because someone was saving him.

I was stunned at that time and was stunned for a while before I realized that I excitedly asked who he was?

He shook his head and told me that you still don’t know, otherwise I’m afraid you won’t accept it.

I looked at him strangely, for some reason, but this sounded a bit familiar. It seemed that I had heard it somewhere, but after thinking about it carefully, I couldn't remember it anymore.

I quickly said, can you tell me?

He looked at me with some fun and said: You are not curious, how did I come back?

My brain buzzed! Then I realized that he was not with the blood coffin before?

He laughed and said: I have sent the blood coffin to a place where I will never come back, and about that kid, I promise you will see him again in the future.

After saying that, he ignored me, picked up the hoe and walked towards the half acre of land above.

I stared at his back in a daze, feeling confused for a moment. In fact, he told me that I could do everything I promised to do. Since he said that I would meet Chu Ming in the future, it would definitely be possible, yes, sure!

I drank two or three glasses of small drizzle wine with my dad at noon. After dinner, he went to the old house alone. This time I didn't ask me. My mom was washing dishes in the kitchen and called me over and asked me what I wanted.

I asked her what was wrong? She asked me why I didn’t see that girl Jingjing coming here this time?

I said in surprise: People also have jobs, so they can come when they want to.

She smiled and said: Where is that girl from Phoenix? She hasn't seen her for almost two years. Have you two yelled?

I was speechless. Can I still chat well? Where is this? I said you don’t really want me to find you two wives, right?

My mother said angrily: Isn’t this a precaution? You said that if you don’t work hard on the job you are doing now, you will really not be able to find a wife in the future.

I didn't know what to say for a moment, and I felt extremely bitter. If she knew that her son's lifespan could only be calculated by day, maybe she wouldn't worry about these things anymore, but I definitely couldn't tell her such a thing, otherwise my dad wouldn't be able to spare me.

I couldn't continue chatting with my mom, so I had to go to the old house to find my dad.

I haven't come to the old house for a long time. The bamboos in the bamboo forest outside the old house have grown taller again, lush and green, covering the old house, so even in the dog days, the old house is very cool.

When I walked to the door of the old house, I saw the paper-making man. After I entered the house, he asked me without raising his head: How is the paper art practice?

I said it was still red.

He said with a nod: You are now restless and impatient, and it is difficult to improve your state. If you want to practice good skills, you must first have a good state of mind. The spiritual mirror has no platform, the best is like water, and cultivate your body and nature. The three religions of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism all coincidentally. This shows that.

I shook my head and said: Am I stupid?

He put down the paper man he had made in his hand, looked up at me and said: There is a great horror behind life and death. If you don’t experience life and death, you will not be able to understand it. Your current situation is not caused by others, nor is it caused by your recklessness. Everything in the world starts from the origin and returns to the origin. I hope that one day you can break it and become a useful person, rather than a coward who cares about life and death all day long.

I didn't say anything. In fact, I could understand his words. It was nothing more than that I am a coward now. I am always afraid of when I will die, so I cannot improve my realm. In my current state, I cannot become grand. Not everyone is a kingly slaughter. There is only one person in this world, and even his son cannot achieve his state of mind that will be slaughtered in life and death!

Seeing that I didn't say anything, he sighed and took out several books from under the bed behind him. After careful examination, he found that they were all the various Diamond Sutras he collected. After counting carefully, there were four books in total.

He said: Everyone knows that the Diamond Sutra comes from Buddhism. In fact, it should be said that Buddhism originated from the Diamond Sutra. Sakyamuni was originally a prince of India. He gave the Diamond Sutra to the sutra. Later, he founded Buddhism, promoted the boundless sea of ​​suffering, accepted thousands of believers, and finally became a Buddha. The Buddha had no desires, and those who held the Buddha's words made good fortunes and tricked people. Later, he passed the imperial power, changed the Diamond Sutra, fooled the people without desires and demands. The earliest handwritten manuscript of these four books was obtained by your grandfather's peddler and escort to India's preaching religion. This Tibetan book was given by Yingjia, you know very well. This Mandarin book was taken from the Yellow River Map of the Qing Dynasty, and this Thai book was given to me ten years ago by the King of Thailand.

I looked at the Diamond Sutras in his hand in surprise and said: Are these sutras useful?

He looked at the Diamond Sutra in his hand and said: Rumor was that after Shakyamuni became a Buddha, he would copy the original ones in twenty-four languages ​​by hand. What I had to do was find these twenty-four books and become faith.

What?!

I looked at him in horror, and he smiled slightly and said: Everyone knows that I have the habit of collecting Diamond Sutra, but no one knows why I want to collect Diamond Sutra. This secret was told by your grandfather when I was as old as you, and now I told you, because you are my son. If one day, I will go like your grandfather, I must remember to help my dad collect twenty-four Diamond Sutras, because there is a great horror about faith, and behind that horror, what you are looking for now is nothing compared to the immortality of immortality.

I frowned, not very understanding what he meant. He saw my expression, sighed, and said nothing more.

I reached out and patted the paper man who had just been pasted, and saw that the paper man ran flexibly outside the house. My father took a deep breath, and disappeared from me, and appeared again. It was already outside the window. I rushed out of the door, and the burning paper man sounded and ran to the back of the house. As soon as I walked to the house, my father disappeared. The paper man sat upright on the ground, his body whirling with purple flames.

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Purple Fire?

I didn't dare to get close, and I was shocked!

In paper art, from ancient times to the present, there are very few people who can achieve purple fire. Purple is precious and small perfection!

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Chapter completed!