Chapter 417

"The Buddha said 84000 dharmas to cure 84000 kinds of diseases. The root cause of these diseases is nothing more than delusion and persistence. Delusion originates from mind and knowledge. If there is emptiness in mind and knowledge, the emptiness can accommodate all things. There are both sun and moon shining high and clouds blocking out the sun."

"Break a point of ignorance and prove a point of Dharma, get rid of persistence and prove emptiness, enjoy nirvana, and complete wisdom, compassion and merit."

"Amitabha."

The girl turned around in the moonlight. Her dark and clear eyes were more mysterious and quiet than the night behind her.

Her eyes seem to hide a world.

She spread out her palm and it was a dagger.

"People all over the world say that if you love the house and the black, you also hate the house and the Yan. Ran Bowen killed your husband. It's understandable that you hate him. I'm his daughter. It's understandable that you hate me. Today I'll solve your heart knot. I hope you can let go of the ran family from now on, no longer involve the innocent. All gratitude and resentment stop at me. I have no resentment or hatred. I just want to cross you with my body, put down my persistence and return to my original heart."

The girl's face was sad and joyless. Her clear eyes were flowing with the gentle light of compassion. The moonlight rippled silver ripples behind her, just like the whole person was covered with a layer of holy light. It was in a trance that people didn't dare to look directly at her.

She handed the dagger to Jiang Chunlan, "six interesting reincarnations, three permanent ways, between the vast sea of suffering, this bank and the other bank, are between my wife's thoughts. I can't cross my wife. Only my wife can cross herself."

She took a step closer, wearing a sacred soft light, like a moonlight that slipped into the head of the bed in her dream. She had no attack, which made her heart shallow and moved.

Jiang Chunlan looked at the dagger in the palm of her hand, and the sharp blade glittered with cold light.

It is a butcher's knife, hatred and shackles.

"Madam is kind in nature, but ran Bowen's personal evil ruined her happiness. She lost her love and became possessed by the devil step by step. I don't think madam hates me either. You just need an excuse to live. Madam's infatuation is moving. Mr. Jiang is a kind man with compassion. I think he doesn't want to see his wife mend because his hands are covered with blood He is merciful and gets boundless merit. However, his wife creates killing karma in his name. I don't kill Biren, but Biren dies because of me. Mr. Jiang has a spirit in heaven. Will you thank his wife? Or do you hate madam? "

The girl smiled and shook her head: "no, he won't blame anyone. A kind man, he will always only blame himself. It is his wife who dragged him into endless hell step by step."

Jiang Chunlan looked bleary and muttered, "wrong, wrong, all wrong..."

"The sea of suffering is boundless and turning back is the shore." The girl whispered and handed the dagger to her. Her eyes were sincere and like a call.

Jiang Chunlan subconsciously took the dagger and held it in his hand.

Jiang Chunlan looked straight at the girl in front of her. Her pupils were burning like the fire of the nether world, which seemed to destroy everything in the world.

The girl's eyes were dark, as if there was a magical magic that attracted all the spirits.

The beautiful lips are opened and closed, and the Sanskrit sound seems to come from the distant horizon.

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha."

Jiang Chunlan's eyes were fierce, raised the dagger and fell hard at the girl's heart.

"Madam..." Zhou Xue and Xie Hong exclaimed at the same time.

The girl didn't resist at all, put her hands together, smiled and closed her eyes.

The crescent moon is like a hook, the stars are bright, under the sky at night, the clear water is sparkling, and the skirts of girls in white are flying. The whole person is like wearing a layer of holy light, like a sacred Buddha statue in the long night, holy and inviolable.

"All the evil deeds created in the past were born of greed, anger and ignorance. From the body, language and meaning, I repent now."

She came from the night, with a light that could not be hidden even in the dark. It was the way of heaven, the door of Dharma and compassion.

It is the only pure land in the whirling world.

Her calm and compassion, determination and relief, even Zhou Xue and Xie Hong couldn't help but move, and pious respect came into their hearts.

The dagger pierced into the girl's chest, and the blood instantly dyed through her white clothes. The girl still had no pain. Her smile was picturesque, which could not be described by any magic pen in the world.

"There are no sentient beings without the wisdom of the Tathagata, but they reverse their persistence with delusions and do not prove it. All the five desires and six dust are put down."

The girl smiled, like a wisp of light smoke, her white skirt crossed a melodious arc in the air and fell down at the end of the bridge.

"Tick, tick." The dagger was dripping blood, and the red blood fell on Jiang Chunlan's palm. The blood was warm, with a pungent smell and a wisp of faint sandalwood.

"Ah... Jiang Chunlan screamed, threw away the dagger, rushed to the bridge and reached for the mirror.

However, someone held out his hand one step ahead of her, and the sound of "stabbing" sounded softly, like a bayonet gently cutting through the air.

"No..." The boy only had time to catch a part of the skirt corner, which was torn. He watched the girl fall. The river behind him was like a huge mouth of a beast, waiting to swallow her.

The girl was falling and could not see her face clearly, but she must be smiling.

No resentment, no hatred.

Without hesitation, the boy climbed over the bridge with long legs and jumped down without hesitation.

Jiang Chunlan reacted and screamed, "Jinchen..." You have to jump with me.

"Putong" made two muffled sounds in a row, like two heavy hammers hitting Jiang Chunlan's heart.

Zhou Xue hurriedly came over and grabbed her: "madam, don't jump. The young master can swim and will be fine."

Jiang Chunlan roared wildly, "this is Qujiang. The water level is unpredictable. He will freeze to death in such a cold day."

"Why is he so stupid, why is he so stupid..."

Jiang Chunlan hammered her chest: "Jinchen and her mother are wrong. Her mother should not be blinded by hatred and hurt you and the people you love again and again. If you are all right, her mother will stop and never hurt the innocent again. Will you listen to her mother?"

"Where are Jiang Chunlan and Mingjing?" Ran Tengxiao rushed over and asked coldly.

Ran Tengxiao looked at the vortex under the bridge, took off his coat and wanted to jump without thinking.

Zhao Zhen rushed over and grabbed him: "cousin, you're crazy. This is Qujiang. You'll die if you jump in such a cold day."

Ran Tengxiao coldly shook off her hand and finally gouged out Jiang Chunlan, almost gnashing his teeth.

"If there is something wrong with the mirror, I'll let you and your son be buried together. I'll do what ran Tengxiao said."

The words fell and jumped down recklessly.

"Cousin." Zhao Zhen was lying on the side of the bridge shouting, his eyes flashing cold light.

Mingjing didn't die, but she survived Jiang Chunlan's knife and jumped into the bitterly cold river. She was not far from death.

Jiang Chunlan closed her eyes painfully.

"Contact the search and rescue team, gather all forces and make every effort to search and rescue."

"Yes." Xie Hong hurried to call one by one.

No one knew that a humble mobile phone at the head of the bridge silently photographed all this, which was watched live by tens of thousands of viewers across the country.

Gu Miaomiao hid under the bridge, frozen and stiff. The hand holding the mobile phone rack was unconscious.

She was shivering. She didn't know whether it was cold or excited. Yes, excited. She was going to be angry.

Tonight, she hit a big play, which is rare in the world. She is not angry. It's unreasonable for her to take charge of it alone.

Sure enough, the heat value of the live broadcast room broke the platform record. What shocked everyone was not Mingjing's resurrection from death, but Mingjing's hatred with death. What kind of righteousness is this?

It is amazing that a weak woman should have such a mind.

People watched her smile and offer the butcher's knife that took her life. In the face of the villains who killed her several times, they had neither resentment nor regret. Describing her with the virgin of modern society seemed to be a kind of blasphemy to her.

This is true compassion. In ancient times, Buddha fed tigers and eagles with his body. Today, there is a mirror to repay good for evil and ferry people with his body.

I don't go to hell, who goes to hell.

The suffering and impermanent Dharma of the world are different, reversing delusions, ignorance, greed and anger, the vast sea of suffering, all sentient beings, seeking but not, all their life, struggling and wandering in love and desire, and not entering the Dharma.

In the endless sea of suffering, a ray of hope suddenly appeared.

She has the determination to leave and the compassion to give up. Some people say, what is compassion.

It is the mother's unreserved love for her children, the sentimental tenderness, the indomitable tolerance, the continuous pain hidden in her heart, the ability and determination to see the suffering of the world, and the ability and determination to help all living beings.

From then on, any question to her will be a blasphemy to the Dharma.

However, at this moment, in addition to being moved by her and becoming her devout believers, everyone is angry at the evildoers. There is and only one mirror in the world. Not everyone has the tolerance of the sea. The goodness of the mirror reflects Jiang Chunlan's evil and deserves to be despised and abused by the world.

The moon was shining, and the camera was not very clear, but someone recognized Jiang Chunlan and the boy who jumped down with the mirror.

——I'm Jiang Jinchen, the school grass of Jiangzhou University. It turns out that his mother is the enemy of Mingjing. God, it's too cruel.

——The school grass is so poor. The loved one is forced to death by his mother. Seeing that he dances so resolutely and has no hesitation, I'm dying of heartache. Why can't some lovers be together and commit sins.

——It turns out that Jiang Xiaocao's mother is so powerful. I heard that he has a good family background before. How many little girls want to marry him and how many women want to marry him now?

——No, no, such a powerful mother-in-law, I may have been killed in the past three days. I'd better leave this blessing to you. No matter how handsome the school grass is, my life is important.

——I can answer this question. Everyone calls her Mrs. Jiang, the only daughter of Chiang's family in Jingzhou, who is surnamed Jiang in Jingzhou. She is the only one who knows and understands it. Originally, I was still puzzled that Xie Hong, who can command, stirred Jiangzhou upside down. If it was Mrs. Jiang, everything would make sense.

——？？？ Her surname is Jiang. Her husband's surname is Jiang. Why does she call herself Mrs. Jiang?

——Let me tell you a cold knowledge. The tradition of the Chiang family is cumbersome. Her mother, Lao Fu Jiang, is a ruthless man who robs the people. Where is she now.

——Is it the Jiang family I know? Su Jinping, a famous Peking Opera actor 40 years ago, joined the redundant Chiang family?

——Shit, does anyone remember Su Jinping? That's my grandmother's dream lover. Now there are his posters at home. When my grandmother was dying, she still remembered Su Jinping's retirement. It turned out that she was a door-to-door son-in-law. I have to burn paper for my grandmother to tell her the news, so that she can feel at ease underground.

——Su Jinping? The name sounds familiar. I seem to have mentioned it.

——Everyone went back to ask their grandparents. They must know. Unfortunately, Su Jinping was the first player in those years. After his retirement, the quintessence of Chinese culture declined.

The topic was extended by Jiang Chunlan to Su Jinping, a famous Peking Opera actor more than 40 years ago, which brought many people's memories. Although the Internet is now full of young people, these young people have also heard the name from their elders at home, a name that is both strange and familiar.

Of course, this is foreign language. Now the focus is on the safety of Mingjing and the accountability of Jiang Chunlan.

She kills people in broad daylight, despises the law and has a bad influence. Even if she is powerful and has means and contacts, she can't resist the long public opinion all over the world.

Mingjing has given her a chance to repent, but she has been possessed and ignited the fire of hatred on Mingjing. Mingjing is so innocent.

She has no regrets, but the broad masses of the people do not agree. This is fair, and everyone asks for her return.

The anger of netizens is devastating. There is no need for the water army to take the rhythm, and there is no need for fierce words to incite. Netizens spontaneously rush to the major official platforms to complain. Don't they like to cover their mouths and seal their names and forbid them? You sealed my number. I still have 23456 numbers. You sealed all my numbers. I still have money to buy numbers. Can you seal the numbers of brothers, sisters, relatives and friends?

The rice circle has never been so united. One day, you can't die without making a list for your brother, but Mingjing needs everyone's help. As long as you have a conscience to distinguish right from wrong, you won't stand idly by.

The rice circle united, which is a very terrible force, enough to be invincible.

This time, we fight for justice without fear.

God blocks killing God and Buddha blocks Shi Buddha.

——

Jiang Chunlan was lying on the side of the bridge railing, looking at the deep river and feeling sad.

She shouted Jiang Jinchen's name again and again until her mouth was dry and her voice was hoarse.

She leaned helplessly against the railing, and the whole person was as if she had lost her soul.

Tears fell into the river, and without even a ripple, they sank into the eternal darkness with the vortex.

Footsteps came from behind. Zhou Xue suddenly turned her head and looked at the visitor with a frown.

"Captain Li? What are you doing here?"

Li Ling ignored Xie Hong's eyes, took out his certificate and said expressionless, "Mrs. Jiang, Mr. Cheng, please come."

Mr. Cheng? Xie Hong took a breath and exclaimed, "Mr. Cheng knows?"

Li Ling's handsome eyebrows became more and more profound in the night, with a bit of elusive mystery.

There was a touch of mockery in his eyes and he said faintly, "Mr. Cheng knows all the people you do in Jiangzhou."

The implication is that none of them can escape.