"Wait!" An old monk was helped out, leaning on a cane, and said bitterly, "This is a Buddha statue, how can you smash it!"

"What Buddha statues are, they are all old ideas, old cultures, old customs. We are critics of the old world!"

"Down with all cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods!"

Ignoring the monks' dissuasion, they took up their weapons and destroyed everything. The old monk couldn't bear to look directly, and he was powerless to stop it, he turned his hand to the rosary and secretly recited the Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, and the monks around him stood behind him with sad faces.

Some of the students ran in with large calligraphy and paintings, distributed them to the crowd, and pasted them on the ruins, with the words "Bulls, ghosts, snakes, gods, transform everything" and "Destroy the old world", and a poster with the words "Bad guys" was pasted on half of Shakyamuni's face.

"Presiding!" a little monk suddenly ran in, looked at the mess in the hall, and suddenly forgot what he was about to say. Until the crowd shouted in the courtyard, "It's burned, is there any, it's all burned!"

"Presiding," cried the little monk, "they are going to burn the sutras." ”

The presiding officer paused, and suddenly looked at the man led by a sharp look, and the other party subconsciously shrank with fear on his face. The old abbot had a gloomy face, and strode out of the hall, where the flames were already raging, and some people were carrying boxes full of scriptures, tearing them apart one by one, and then throwing them into the fire.

Qiao Ming covered his face, feeling a spark burst out.

All the monks bowed their heads silently, the old host sighed, shook his head, the crowd was noisy, but the old voice came clearly: "All the bad karma created in the past is born from beginningless greed and hatred, born from body, speech and mind, and I repent of everything now." ”

The monks folded their hands and lowered their heads and began to recite the scriptures.

The man at the head of the hall rushed out, annoyed by the fear he had just revealed, and he raised the stick in his hand and shouted, "We are the critics of the old world, and we want to criticize and smash all the old ideas, old cultures, old customs, and old habits. These monks are all lackeys of cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods, and they must be criticized!"

In an instant, the rosary in the old host's hand broke in response, and one hundred and eight rosary beads crackled and fell to the ground, Qiao Ming exclaimed in surprise and couldn't help but reach out to pick it up. The fire that burned the Buddhist scriptures jumped up suddenly, the back of his hand was hot, and Qiao Ming, who was forced to withdraw his hand, hurriedly withdrew his hand.

As soon as the students swarmed up, escorting the monks who were chanting, they were about to be taken out of the monastery, and the old abbot was tied up by two young and strong students, and when he saw the little monk who was arrested, he suddenly said loudly: "He is still a child, and he can't even recite Buddhist scriptures, so he can't be considered a monk." "Everyone doesn't care, as long as they catch the host.

In the open space outside the temple, a boy squeezed into the crowd with a big-character poster, only to see that it read, "What Buddhist scriptures, all fart."

The monks were forced to stand aside with posters, the old host and a few monks wore high hats and straw on their backs, and the crowd of onlookers was three layers inside and three layers outside, and it was noisy for a while, and the scene was indignant.

For two days in a row, the monks were dragged out to parade through the streets, and finally the temple was sealed, and a group of people could only quietly enter through a small gate in the temple. The old abbot lay on the dusty wooden bed, looking at the remaining twenty or thirty monks in front of him.

"You don't have to keep it, let's go and return it. Just remember that all evils should not be done, all good should be pursued, and self-purification should be purified, which is all Buddhism. ”

The monks surrounded the presiding officer and wept, and in less than half a day, only the old abbot and the little monk were left in the dilapidated temple. And two days later, the old host also died.

After the little monk cried a lot, he found a couple who had been offering sesame oil money all year round. The couple had no children under their knees, and their home had just been raided, so they could barely make a living. After the couple cremated the old master, they buried them in the courtyard of the temple, and took the little monk as a godson.

Decades later, the little monk grew up, went to the sea to engage in business, made a lot of money and came back, and suddenly burst into tears when he saw the newly built temple that had been repaired. He moved his family to the vicinity of the temple and spent two years writing a memoir about the monastery.

It's a pity that the publication of the memoir has been full of twists and turns, and he has repeatedly hit a wall in the newspaper and the newspaper office, but the little monk is not discouraged at all, and if he can't do it at home, he will look for foreign ones. When his family saw that he looked bankrupt and wanted to give up, they dissuaded him one after another.

"It's hard to retire, what's the toss, those people and things are like a deliberately forgotten scar to today's people, but you have to tear this scar open again, so that everyone can look at the bloody wound, why bother?"

"But those who died, do they have to die in vain? After so many years, we have forced the Japanese to admit the massacre, why do we dare not admit the mistakes we have made?" After saying this, the little monk burst into tears. After so many years, it seems that only he is remembering and paying tribute, and the loneliness and despair in his heart come to his heart for a while, and his mouth is full of bitterness.

In the end, the little monk printed a thousand copies at his own expense, and pulled a small cart to go to major bookstores every day to sell his books.

The grandson of the little monk posted his story online, unveiling a wave of memoirs, and finally a publishing house bought the rights to the book. That day, the little monk was so happy that he drank himself high at the table, and one night he cried and laughed.

Fortunately, I can finally have no regrets for the rest of my life. There are many things in the world that you can't do, but there are also many things that you can change.

The world in front of him gradually darkened, and countless memories flashed in the little monk's mind, joy, pain, and finally stayed at the moment when the old host was dying.

"You can go too, remember to come back and apologize to the Buddha. ”

Qiao Ming blew his nose, crying tears like rain. Gou Rixin hid in the quilt, grabbed a paper ball, and quietly wiped his tears. The tip of his nose moved slightly, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, he turned his head to look at Qiao Ming.

"Meow ——!"

"Damn, what's wrong!" Qiao Ming was startled, looking at Gou Rixin, who was instantly furious.

"What's wrong?" the dormitory people were awakened one after another, "Xiao Ming, are you abusing cats again?"

Gou Rixin shrank in the corner of the bed, pointed to Qiao Ming's face, and said in a trembling voice, "You... Tears..."

"My tears?" Qiao Ming looked down at the tissue in his hand, it was covered with blood!

"You're not going to get any terminal illness, are you..." Gou Rixin said.

Qiao Ming's face turned pale with fright, she hurriedly ran to the bathroom to take a shower, looking at the red eyes in the mirror, her brows furrowed slightly. The face slowly approached the mirror, and the pupils flashed slightly, and then suddenly enlarged, and there were two shadows inside!

Qiao Ming closed her eyes abruptly and stepped back, a shrill laugh suddenly came out of her head, she covered her head and squatted down, trembling with fear.

The next day, Qiao Ming hurriedly ran to the hospital again, but unfortunately nothing was checked, and even the shadow in his pupils disappeared. Could it be that I was wrong last night?

After a few days of absent-mindedness and confusion, I felt that I was still a normal person, and there was no strange thing in my eyes.

On this day, she suddenly received a call from a relative, telling her that her grandmother had been discharged from the hospital, and Qiao Ming excitedly bought a bunch of things to pick up people.

"Will you take me?" begged Gou Rixin.

"Inconvenient. Qiao Ming said.

"If there's anything inconvenient, I'll just stay outside. ”

"Black and white impermanence goes to the hospital every day to collect souls, what if you encounter it?"

"I'm not dead, and they're not going to do anything to me. ”

"You trespassed into the ghost den that Impermanence hid in Gutan Park, do you think they would easily spare you if they knew? Or do you want to seek justice for those ghosts? Qiao Ming suddenly looked at Gou Rixin, "I heard that you recently sent a love letter to the boss?"

"It's not me who sent it!" Gou Rixin corrected.

"What do you want to do? Good people and good deeds, do you accumulate virtue for yourself?"

"That's, haven't you heard that girls dare to walk at night and boys dare to fight pickpockets recently?" Gou Rixin stomped on the ground, majestic, "It's all my credit, known as the campus black knight!"

"What?" Qiao Ming was dumbfounded.

"Blakenet!" Gou Rixin looked at Qiao Ming with a slight disdain, "English name." ”

"Hahaha..." Qiao Ming leaned forward and leaned back with a smile, and fell on the bed with his stomach in his arms, "Don't be ashamed." ”

Gou Rixin snorted lightly, thinking that Qiao Ming was hiding his jealousy with a smile, "When you come back, let's go to the Thorn Fox Temple again." ”

"No," Qiao Ming stopped laughing and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Don't you realize that the Thorn Fox Temple is getting more and more dangerous, I'm afraid that if you go again, your life will be lost, and there is no other way?"

"This time I'll go alone, and you will help me keep watch. ”

"You are not allowed to go. ”

"It's okay, I've done everything I can this time. ”

Qiao Ming was stunned, "What preparation?"

"A million soldiers!"

When Qiao Ming appeared at the door of the ward, a group of people inside were helping to pack up their things, and the aunt was holding her grandmother and walking towards the door.

"Xiao Ming?"

"Grandma, aunt," Qiao Ming said hello and smiled at his uncle and grandfather behind him, "I'll come and see you." ”

"Alright, let's go. Qiao Ming's grandmother nodded, and didn't say much.

Qiao Ming hurriedly stepped forward to help his grandmother on the other side, "What did the doctor order?"

"The weather is changeable, so be careful not to catch a cold, smoke less, and eat lightly. It's all clichés. Auntie hurriedly answered.

"Oh. Qiao Ming didn't dare to say much, even Qiao Qishan rarely persuaded the old lady to smoke before, saying that if people don't have a hobby to relieve boredom, sometimes they will suffocate to death.

The group walked towards the outside of the hospital with their things, the old man walked slowly on the road, and he didn't talk much, only Qiao Ming and his aunt asked and answered, and said something about the recent situation.

When she was about to arrive at the door, her aunt gave Qiao Ming a look, took the things in her hand and said, "I'll go and help pack things first." With that, he walked a few quick steps towards the door. Leaving Qiao Ming and Grandma behind, there was silence for a while.

"What happened during the Chinese New Year was that I was wrong. Qiao Ming's grandmother spoke first.

“··· It's okay," Qiao Ming shook his head hurriedly, "I said the wrong thing." ”

"You're right. ”

Qiao Ming's hand suddenly tightened.

"Child, you're right, you're not bad, but your natural destiny was born in my Qiao family," Qiao Ming's grandmother's voice suddenly choked, "My wife has never done anything evil in her life, but let me send a white-haired person to a black-haired person, and I don't even have a pension to send me to the end of my life, if I leave, he won't live for a few days if I leave your grandfather alone." ”

"Grandma!"

"Xiao Ming, don't blame grandma, if your dad doesn't leave, grandma still has a comfort in her heart, but your dad he... Don't you see how miserable the death was? Your mother didn't have a good death, so your grandfather didn't dare to enjoy great blessings by eating fasting and reciting Buddha all his life, and this time grandma entered the intensive care ward, if she hadn't been thinking about your grandfather, she would have followed your father a long time ago. ”

"Grandma..." Qiao Ming looked at the old man in front of him with a pale face.

"You are a good child, grandma knows that you have filial piety, you should be grandma without this blessing to enjoy your blessings, and come to see your parents during the New Year's holidays in the future, just make a statement, okay?"

"I..."

The old man wiped his tears and looked at Qiao Ming's pale face, "If there is a difficulty in life, you call grandma, you are still grandma's granddaughter, and grandma will not ignore you." ”

Won't you care, but don't you want to see it?

"Are you alright?" Qiao Ming's aunt walked over and helped the old man to ask.

"It's okay, let's go. The old man shook his head and walked to the door.

"Xiao Ming?" Qiao Ming's aunt wondered.

"I came to the hospital to ask about the internship, so I didn't go. Qiao Ming stood in place, forcing a smile, "Be careful on the road." ”

"Yo, I forgot that you're about to graduate, that's okay, it's important to work, you go get busy first. ”

The car disappeared at the intersection, and Qiao Ming burst into tears in an instant. This time, she really became a loner.

An ambulance whizzed past the door.

"Wait for me, wait for me!Damn, I'm here!" A boy in a school uniform covered in water chased after him, "What kind of broken ambulance, blind?" He squatted on the ground and gasped for breath, and then realized that he didn't seem to need to breathe, so he cursed again.

The ambulance stopped at the door of the emergency room, and the doctor and nurse pushed two stretchers into the emergency room, one after the other, and on them lay a little girl and a thin boy, "fifteen-year-old boy, drowning, ready for cardiac resuscitation." ”

"Wait, let me lie down first!" yelled the boy in his school uniform, and crawled into the hospital bed exhausted. He put on the oxygen mask, patted the resuscitation device on his chest again, and finally took a breath, "It's so dangerous, I almost lost it, you have to believe in science, you can live to be a hundred years old." ”

The doctors and nurses around him were busy and looked quite professional, and the boy was at peace and believed in science. After waiting for a moment, the boy opened his eyes again, and slowly raised his arms, which was normal, and he rolled his eyes, feeling good. The doctor in front of him didn't react much, his face was hidden behind a thick mask, and his eyes were still grim.

"Doctor?" the boy shouted.

"What do you want to say?" the doctor paused.

"Oops, it scared me to death, I thought I was dead. The boy suddenly laughed, "I'll tell you..."

"I'm afraid I can't save it. ”

"Damn, what are you talking about?" the boy froze, he looked at the doctor who answered his words, and then at the nurse who had just spoken, "What are you going to do with me?"

"Inform the family. The doctor said regretfully.

"No, no, no, I'll tell you, I've won the Youth Swimming Championship in City B, I can hold my breath for five minutes, you can rescue it again, really,, don't withdraw it! My oxygen mask! I can still breathe!" The boy grabbed the oxygen mask and inhaled and exhaled violently, "You see, I'm just short of oxygen, let me breathe in for a while and live, really." ”