If he passed away, Chen Yang was stunned.

He immediately asked, "Does the master really want to go in?"

He thinks that this master is also a person with a story, and if he goes in, many things that he usually does not want to remember will be magnified to the greatest extent, gushing out from the depths of his heart, and making people suffer another impact.

That is to say, Chen Yang has been smooth and smooth since he was a child, and there is nothing to feel when he goes in.

For a person with rich experience, the mind is as strong as steel, and the heart that will be tortured is like a knife.

"I'll go in and sit for a while." ”

"I'll go in with the master. ”

He walked in with Yuan Li, and Xiaojing sat outside the door, drinking water quietly.

The fruit on the plate did not move.

Although her eyes kept falling on these fresh fruits, and her eyes showed a desire to eat them, she still held back.

Walking into the hut, Yuan Death sat down cross-legged.

"I'm right outside the door. Chen Yang said softly, and Yuan Yuan nodded at him.

Chen Yang gently closed the door, and seeing that the fruit on the plate was not passive at all, he picked up an apple and handed it over: "I just picked it from the tree." ”

"Thank you, uncle. ”

"What a polite kid. Chen Yang sighed and said, "Actually, you can call my brother." ”

Xiao Jing's head was a few centimeters lower, and his little hand holding the apple was a little tight.

Chen Yang asked, "Where are you and your grandfather from?"

Xiao Jing said: "It's far away. ”

Chen Yang sighed, scratched his head, and didn't know how to continue chatting with her.

This little girl is so boring, and he is not someone who can talk.

After sitting for less than two minutes, Chen Yang felt embarrassed.

At this moment, the cry of the master of the death resounded in the hut.

The suppressed crying, just listening to it, makes people feel sour.

What the hell is this remembering?

Xiaojing looked at the room worriedly.

"I'll go in and have a look. Chen Yang pushed the door and walked in.

The Master of Death was still sitting cross-legged in place, his eyes were empty, old tears welling up from his eyes, and snot and saliva were flowing down together.

"Chengyuan, Chengyuan......"

He muttered a name in his mouth.

Chen Yang didn't know how to comfort him, at this moment, he was completely immersed in the memories in his heart.

Chen Yang took out the wooden fish and knocked it gently.

"Boom. ”

As a result, Yuan Death cried even more sadly.

Chen Yang patted his head, and made a mistake in a hurry.

At this time, knock on what wooden fish, add fuel to the fire.

He put the wooden fish away, closed his eyes as well, and said softly, "Release your sorrow, don't hold it in your heart." ”

He thought that Yuan Death would resist.

As a result, it went unexpectedly well.

At this moment, the world in front of Chen Yang suddenly changed.

It is a low hill with a dilapidated temple on it.

There is a small monk in the temple, and an old monk.

And at the back of the temple, there is a small vegetable patch with sparse grain growing in it.

The old monk passed away when he was young.

On this day, Yuan Lin said to the little monk: "There is not much food in the temple, I will go down the mountain to make some rice." ”

The little monk said, "Master, I'll go." ”

The little monk took the bag and went down the mountain, and then never returned.

Yuan Lin would stand outside the door every day, looking at the way down the mountain, and muttering: "Chengyuan, it's time to come back." ”

He waited in the temple for more than a year, and finally couldn't wait.

He hung a lock on the temple door and went down the mountain to find his apprentice.

Yuan Lin traveled to several villages under the mountain, asking from door to door, but he did not find any trace of the apprentice.

At this time, there was a famine, and even if Chengyuan went down the mountain, he couldn't get anything to eat.

So Yuan Death changed direction, he climbed over two mountains, and what appeared in front of him was a vast desert in front of him.

"Amitabha. ”

He stood on the edge of the desert and remembered some of the words his master had said.

Desert mountains, often out of spirits.

He held the beads in his hand, and without hesitation, he was about to walk into the desert.

At this time, a caravan came from afar, and when they learned that Yuan Death was going to cross the desert, they generously invited him to join the caravan and join them together.

Yuan was grateful, and thanked the caravan owner repeatedly.

The caravan master said, "No thanks, the desert is full of thieves, and I heard that there are some dirty things." I don't know if I can pass through safely, but I heard that some thieves still believe in Buddhism and take you to try your luck. ”

Death followed the caravan into the desert, but the food brought by the caravan was all dried meat and liquor.

Yuan Death held his body upright, did not stick to the wine, did not eat a piece of meat, and only ate some water and dry food that he brought with him.

"The master is really a virtuous monk. "The whole caravan admired him very much.

Yuan Lin laughed at himself: "How can there be any high-ranking monk who is not a monk, he has a body of martial arts, he can't protect his family and defend the country, and in order to fill a mouthful of food, his apprentice has also lost it." ”

He would often lie on a camel cart at night, looking at the starry sky, praying to the Buddha to bless his disciples with safety.

Halfway through the 800 miles of yellow sand, the caravan was touched by thieves.

Although he is old, he has a high and profound Dharma, and he was also a warrior monk when he was young, and his martial arts are extraordinary.

When I heard movement in the middle of the night, I was the first to open my eyes.

He shouted, "There are thieves!"

The caravan opened its eyes up and down and saw a group of rugged men, with sharp knives in their hands, surrounding them.

In the night, a cool breeze blew, and the caravan broke out in a cold sweat.

But at this moment, one of the thieves suddenly shouted, "Master!"

Yuan Silent looked at the bandana-clad thief in disbelief.

"Chengyuan, Chengyuan!"

This is the apprentice he has been looking for, the half son who was raised by him since he was a child, taught martial arts, and read through Buddhist scriptures every day.

Now, how did he become a thief?

Death cannot accept such a fact.

Cheng Yuan said: "Master, I'll talk about it later, I'll solve this group of people first." ”

"Don't!"

Yuan Lin pinched the Buddha beads and stood in front of everyone in the caravan: "Chengyuan, you... How can you hurt someone's life?"

Cheng Yuan's brows were twisted into a rope, he looked at the brother behind him, and then at the master in front of him, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Master." ”

Then he raised the sharp knife in his hand and said loudly, "Do it." ”

Yuan Yuan wanted to stop them, but was hugged by Chengyuan.

In less than a stick of incense, the caravan was dead on the spot.

For the first time, he felt so powerless.

He was taken back by Chengyuan.

He lived in the place where the thieves lived, and he knew what had happened for more than a year.

The apprentice was in the thieves' camp, and he became a leader and married a daughter-in-law.

He watched Chengyuan drink and kill, and couldn't help but burst into tears: "You are a person who believes in Buddhism, how can you be so vicious, and how can you indulge greed so much?"

Cheng Yuan said: "The Buddha is neither fierce nor evil, why should the world respect him and fear him? The Buddha has no greed and no desire, why should he accept incense from the world?"

Yuan Yuan opened his mouth, but he was speechless.

Chengyuan continued: "Master, in the past year, I have not returned from the mountain, and I have experienced thousands of things and thousands of tribulations. When I first came down the mountain, I didn't understand the depth of the desert, so I went into it alone, and in less than two days I was dehydrated and passed out. I was rescued by a woman, I didn't know she was a thief's daughter, and I was shocked when I saw her with a sharp sword, killing people and stealing goods. I tried hard to persuade her not to be an obstacle, but she said that these 800 miles of yellow sand can't feed so many people, not to mention that there are often spirits. ”

"Some people are going to live, some people are going to die, would you rather be the one who survives or the one who dies?"

I was speechless, so I stopped scolding her. It's just that he never kills with his hands. ”

"I watched them kill caravans and thieves themselves. I just enjoyed dry food and water with peace of mind, and did not use preserved meat and liquor, thinking that I was upright. But one day she said to me, "Do you think that if you only drink water and eat dry food, you are superior to us?" Do you know that water is taken from the mouths of dying people, and dry food is taken from the packages of struggling merchants?"

"At that moment, I was red-faced, and I just felt that I wasn't clean and that they weren't dirty. Neither I nor them are just trying to survive. No one is nobler than the other. ”

"Later, I ate meat, drank wine, and killed people with a knife, and later broke my vows and married her. After the death of the old leader, I was pushed to be the leader by the thieves, and killing people became commonplace. ”

Yuan Lin was silent for a long time, and sighed for a long time: "Chengyuan, go back with Master." ”

Chengyuan took a sip of wine, shook his head and said, "I can't go back, Master." ”

"Besides, the land behind the temple can only make both of us hungry and not die, if I don't go back, you can eat alone, and when you go back, you can only starve together. ”

Yuan said: "Those who study Buddhism have less material desires, and it is not a big deal. ”

Cheng Yuan smiled and said, "** is a terrible thing. I heard that in the southeast city, there is a famous dish, the fragrance wafts for ten miles, the smeller covets, and the Buddha can't resist the temptation to jump out of the wall, so it is called 'Buddha jumping over the wall'. Master, you see, the Buddha also broke his vows, let alone me?"

Yuan Yu said: "After all, it is just a dish name, where does it mean that the Buddha will really jump over the wall? I will wait until the day when you are willing to return to the mountain." ”

So from that day on, Yuan Death has been following Chengyuan.

He watched as his apprentice led the thieves to attack the caravan, and he stood silently in the distance, waiting for the dead to go over and bury the body.

At first, the thieves laughed at him, but he treated him calmly and never retorted.

Later, the thieves began to respect him, and called him Master like Chengyuan, helped him bury the corpse of his own blade, and learned the scriptures of transcendence.

But no thief can crisscross the desert forever.

Finally, one day, after they had robbed and killed a rich caravan, they were targeted by others, and several bands of thieves banded together to strangle them.

They were in a hurry and ran all the way, and on the way they met spirits and wolves.

Yuan Death does not shoot at ordinary people, and he is also soft-hearted in the face of spirits, and refuses to kill.

When they finally fled into a grotto, only four people remained.

The body of the deceased was scratched by the head wolf with its sharp claws, and it was dripping with blood.

The spirits are still after them, and sooner or later they will catch up.

Just when they had no way out and were desperate, the grotto collapsed.

They let out a long sigh, but soon found out that they were in a much more desperate situation.

In this grotto, there is only enough food for one person for a few days.

After knowing this, Yuan Shu meditated in front of the broken Buddha statue in the grotto, without saying a word.

The remaining three knew that he was going to stop eating.

The three of them looked at the little dry food left, swallowed their saliva, and divided the dry food into three parts, one for each person, and there was no part of the death.

After the first day, the three hungry men swallowed half of the food they had, and the remaining half did not move, staring at each other's food like hungry wolves.

The next day, they fought, and they sat in front of the Buddha with muddy tears rolling out of the corners of their eyes.

On the third day, the other two people died, and only Chengyuan was left, he had red eyes, clenched his fists, and walked towards the death in front of the Buddha step by step, stretching out his hand......

With his back to Chengyuan's death, he was shocked at this moment, and without thinking about it, he grabbed the dagger hidden on his body and stabbed out.

"Poof!"

The dagger pierced Chengyuan's body, and the blood flowed on Yuanyuan's hand, dyeing the monk's robe red.

Cheng Yuan's eyes widened, and he slowly spread out the outstretched hand, and the last piece of dry food lay on the palm of his hand.

Two days later, a passing caravan rescued him from the collapsed grotto, and he was already dying.

After following the caravan through the desert, and when his body gained strength, he said goodbye to the caravan and returned to the thieves' camp.

In the thief camp of more than 30 people, there are only two adults and one child left.

He took Chengyuan's child from the two of them and returned to the temple.

He raised the child silently alone, and from that day on, the desert became quiet.

There are no thieves, and spirits don't dare to be presumptuous.

Some people say that there is a very powerful monk in the desert.

He has a stick that can kill a three-meter-long wolf with a single stick.

And this very powerful monk, who recites the scriptures and reiterates the Buddha every day and night, will still hear the words of the apprentice before he dies the moment he closes his eyes.

He said, "Master, Buddha...... Buddha jumped over the wall......"