The clouds drifted from the sky, accumulating thicker and thicker.

When the wind rises, it crushes down all the trees and prostrates, the wind blows all over the monk's robes, and the fallen leaves fly in the air.

The little monk was solemn, bowed his head and chanted, walked through the graves, and finally sat down cross-legged and chanted the Buddha in a low voice.

But his heart was not calm, all kinds of thoughts flashed in his thoughts, and all kinds of sorrows in the world shook his Buddha heart.

When it was dark and the Buddhist scriptures were recited, the little monk stood up, looked at the wind in the wilderness and the dark clouds in the sky, and returned to the village in a daze.

The women had already prepared a meal for him.

After the little monk had eaten the fast, he meditated in the ancestral hall and participated in meditation, in his thoughts, countless scriptures flashed in his mind, and countless Zen words flowed in his heart, but from beginning to end, the little monk did not find what he wanted, to save the women from distress.

Dozens of scriptures are nothing more than the impermanence of all actions, everything is suffering, all laws have no self, and silence is joy, so that people can learn to let go and be happy from suffering.

But is it useful for these women who have lost their husbands and sons and poisoned their sons with their own hands?

Outside, lightning and thunder roared, and the rain didn't stop.

The little monk sat cross-legged and thought until dawn.

After breakfast, he took the dry food handed by the women, and the little monk folded his hands in thanks, and then went north without looking back.

The north side is also a field, and after passing through it is a flat grass, it is still raining lightly, the grass is slippery, and the little monk walks very slowly.

Under the gaze of the women, the figure of the little monk became very small in his gaze, and a group of monsters rushed down from the woods on the mountain, and caught the little monk who tried to escape. They watched as the little monk folded his hands and was pushed to the ground by a monster and then kidnapped.

The old woman sighed, led the village woman, and trembled back to the village.

After walking for a long time in the mountains, the little monk was carried to a cave by a group of monsters.

Torches are lit in the cave, and there is a spring in the dark.

The little monk who was carrying on his back was dripping to his forehead by a drop of water from the stone stalactite.

"Boss, this little monk has been arrested. The bamboo pole youkai said to the youkai sitting on the ground on the platform.

This monster is very stumbling, with a sideways face, an upturned nose, two large fangs protruding from its lower mouth, and it can only use one eye when looking at people.

At this time, he was cultivating.

There were many corpses scattered around him, all of them human, and among them there may be people for whom the little monk recited the sutra yesterday.

The ugly monster slowly opened his eyes and looked at the little monk below.

"Isn't this man—" he looked at again, "a little smaller?"

"It's not small, our clan, I'm going to be a great-grandfather at the age of three. A rat demon said.

"You're a rat, he's a human being, and you can't compare them. Seeing that the rat wanted to rob himself of his credit, the bamboo pole monster said angrily.

"Shemales are equal! No discrimination. The rat demon said unhappily.

The bamboo pole monster ignored him and said to the ugly demon: "Boss, even if this little monk is small, he can raise a cub for two years." ”

The ugly demon nodded, "Well, you kid did a good job this time, and I will reward you with a pot of wine when I go back." ”

The bamboo pole monster bent down happily, "Thank you." ”

The leader's wine is all obtained from a monkey demon, and the monkey wine brewed by the monkey is not simple, and it makes people intoxicated when they smell it.

The ugly demon looked at the little monk and smiled as kind: "Little monk, don't worry, as long as you do what I say, I won't embarrass you." I am now cultivating a shortage of boys and girls to make medicine primers, and you have also seen it in that village, there is just a shortage of men. ”

The little monk sat up and looked at him, "What if I don't do it?"

"Hehe", the youkai wiped its fangs, "See what this is? Be careful I'm going to eat you now!"

The little monk clasped his hands together, "Amitabha, then you should eat me." ”

"You!" the ugly demon stood up angrily, "you think I wouldn't dare?"

The little monk sat down cross-legged, folded his hands, and did not speak again.

"Come on, roast me!" the ugly demon waved angrily.

"Boss, stop the anger, stop the anger", the bamboo pole monster hurriedly stopped him and whispered: "Finally, a man came." Kill it, but it's even harder to find. ”

The ugly demon thought about it, and was indignant, and said, "What should I do then?"

"To coerce, the monks, out of compassion, used those women to blackmail him. The bamboo pole monster said.

"Good idea!" The ugly demon happily patted the butt of the bamboo pole monster and said with a smile: "Little monk, if you don't agree for a day, I will kill a woman in the village!"

"You!" the little monk opened his eyes and looked at him angrily.

"Well, think about it clearly, you are a monk, and it is not good to carry human life on your back. The ugly demon said proudly.

The little monk also quickly had a way to deal with it, "If this is the case, the little monk is willing to die in front of you." ”

He looked solemn and said very solemnly.

"You..."The ugly demon pointed at the little monk angrily, turned around and gave the bamboo pole monster a kick, "Damn, look at the people you brought back, still drinking, drink urine." ”

"I", the bamboo pole monster is very aggrieved.

The rat demon came up at this time and said with a smile: "Boss, don't look at this kid's toughness, it is estimated that he will be tortured for a while and then softened." ”

"Sticks, whips, I'll greet you?" the rat demon asked with a smile.

"Don't mind, if he doesn't give in, it won't taste good if he has a scar. The ugly demon said.

It's like fruit, with a scar, the taste will be bad.

The rat demon is speechless, this head is not only ugly, but his head is not easy to make, you can't wait for him to grow up before eating?

"In this way, chief, he will have to be raised for two years anyway, so it is better to lock him up first, and let him be hungry and full, and not see the light of day, until he submits. "The bamboo pole monster has an idea again.

"This is done, this idea is done", the ugly demon nodded, it is best to be able to eat virgins and boys, "By the way, feed him some big fish and meat, meat and wine, and break his precepts and rules, I don't believe that he doesn't sow seeds." ”

"Yes", the bamboo pole monster nodded, beckoned to the other monsters, and pointed to the stone door next to the stone platform, "lock him up in the dark room and lock him up." ”

"I advise you to give me a good time, you are working in vain now, and I will not give in. The little monk struggled and shouted with his arms around the bamboo basket.

The bamboo pole monster reminded: "Take him to the bamboo basket, be careful that there is water and dry food in it." ”

The monster who grabbed the little monk immediately snatched the bamboo basket away and threw it aside.

At this time, the little monk was in a hurry.

"Ahh

The monsters grabbed the little monk again, and were about to drag him into the stone room next to him, when the ugly demon shouted: "Slow!"

He walked down in person and looked curiously at the grass stalk in the little monk's hand, "What is this?"

The little monk loves him so much, isn't it a baby?

He snatched the small flower pot in the little monk's hand, looked at the grass carefully, and the bamboo pole monster and the rat demon also gathered around.

After a long time, the ugly demon asked the little monk, "What is this?"

"A piece of grass, the journey is lonely, as a companion. The little monk said nervously.

The ugly demon didn't believe it, so he pinched off a piece of leaf and handed it to the rat demon: "You taste it?"

The rat demon blinked innocently, "Why me, not him?"

"You are a rat, you can become a monster under the destruction of rat medicine, and the anti-toxicity is still very high. The bamboo pole monster said.

The Ugly Demon nodded.

The rat demon was helpless, ate it himself, and then spit it out.

"What, poisonous?" asked the Ugly Demon.

"No, just an ordinary grass. The rat demon said.

The ugly demon felt bored, threw it to the little monk, and asked his subordinates to lock him up.