"Why don't you stop and listen to the old man's chatter." Several men in black who were carrying things were startled by the sudden sound.

"The old monk goes back to your temple, eats and recites Buddha honestly, don't spoil the good things of Lao Tzu." A man in black said in a hurry.

"Money is something outside the body, the Buddha Lord is immortal in the world, you defile the Buddha Lord like this, are you really not afraid of falling into the six reincarnations and not being able to be reborn?"

"If Lao Qu's guess is right, your big box contains the Buddha's head left over from the Ming Dynasty." The old monk gently tapped the bluestone slab with a Zen stick, and each time he knocked on the heart of the man in black.

Nanjing, an ancient city that could not be more ancient. In the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, the peddlers and pawns all had rouge. Mr. Sun Yat-sen, the father of the country, once said, "Nanjing is the ancient capital of China, before City B." Its location is in a good area. There are high mountains, deep waters, and plains. These three kinds of heavenly craftsmanship are in one place, and it is difficult to find such a good place in the world's metropolis. ”

The capital of the Six Dynasties Jiankang is drunk with gold, and the Buddhist temple is extremely magnificent. Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty had an aria of "four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, how many buildings are in the smoke and rain".

The Ming lord Zhu Yuanzhang believes in Maitreya, this Buddha head is Zhu Yuanzhang period with 90 kilograms of gold, 81 goldsmiths, spent 49 days, take the statue of Pudu sentient beings cast. Later, because Taoism began to prevail, and because Zhu Yuanzhang had escaped into the empty gate before he became the emperor, the surrounding ministers called Buddhism a bad omen, and repeatedly advised him to switch to Laojun's disciples. This priceless Buddha head was lost to the people and disappeared for many years.

Due to the needs of urban environmental construction, Nanjing political axe began to control the Qinhuai River. It was inadvertently dug up while the river was being treated. The central government ordered people from the Ministry of State Security to come and take the Buddha's head. Who knew that these members of the Ministry of State Security were hungry and cold, and wanted to transport this Buddha head abroad for sale.

A high-ranking official of the Nanjing political axe followed the example of Zhu Di of the Ming Dynasty and had a good personal relationship with the Bodhi monk. When he heard the news, he asked the old monk to take back the Buddha's head, and then staged this scene.

These black-clothed people looked at it, and if they couldn't solve this old monk, they were afraid that they wouldn't be good.

"Brothers, both horizontal and vertical are dead, so it's better for us to fight with this old monk. When the Buddha head is sold, we will be able to have a great future. The man in black in the lead saw that his companions were retreating, so he raised his voice to encourage them.

A few others thought about it, and they all put their hearts sideways, put the Buddha's head aside for the time being, and set up a position to have a big fight with the old monk.

"Why do you bother, although this Buddha head suppressed the dragon vein of Nanjing, it also kept the city of Nanjing safe. Your actions against heaven will bring the nation to death. ”

Without waiting for the old monk to finish speaking, several black people stepped forward together to surround the old monk.

"Amitabha, good, good. How can a few donors be so obsessed? In the face of a few people besieging the old monk, he only held a Zen staff in his left hand, and gently twisted the Buddhist beads in his right hand, not angry and arrogant.

"Brothers, go up together." As soon as the words fell, the wind was blowing under their feet, and they instantly moved in front of the old monk together. is a member of national security, how can his skills be an empty shelf, plus about life and death, who dares to take it lightly. All of them used all their strength, and all eighteen martial arts greeted the Bodhi monk in an instant.

The old monk straightened his robe, and with his left hand, he vigorously knocked the Zen staff on the solid bluestone slab. This time out, the bluestone slabs within a radius of five meters were all broken, which shows how strong the strength is. His right hand stopped twisting, his hands folded, and he typed countless swastikas in all directions.

The Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows, and was able to purify all sentient beings, and the King Kong was angry, so as to subdue the four demons. The mouth whispered the Diamond Sutra, and the robe was windless and automatic, as if the Buddha was in the world.

Every time the swastika was typed, a man in black fell to the ground, and within half a cup of tea, several men in black vomited blood and fell to the ground.

"A few donors, turn back to the shore. The Buddha said, "If you hurt others, you will hurt yourself." "The old man doesn't want to take someone's surname, you just put down the Buddha's head and leave." After speaking, the old monk bowed his head and chanted, as if the battlefield just now had nothing to do with him.

has seen through the red dust, and the grievances in the world have long had nothing to do with him, is he afraid that the people in the world will fall into the misery again because of his obsessive heart, and he will never wade into the troubled waters of the world.

"Old monk, you are serious. If we give up the Buddha's head, you can let us live. The man in black saw that he couldn't beat it, so he began to save the country.

"Monks don't lie. How can an old man deceive you if he has been chanting the sutra for a hundred years? ”

Several black-clothed men struggled to get up, faced the old monk, and slowly moved backwards. The old monk stepped forward and picked up the ninety-kilogram head of the Buddha on his back and turned around to go into the distance. Ninety kilograms of weight lay on his back, but it was as weightless as a feather.

Bang, a gunshot. Although the old monk has the body of a great Bodhi, he is not invulnerable. Although he believed in wine and meat throughout his life, the Buddha stayed in his heart, and at the same time he was called a wild monk. But the Buddha in his heart is more sincere than every monk who eats fasting and recites Buddha all day, and he has compassion all his life.

crossed others with himself, and he had already lost his heart to defend against others, and he was accidentally plotted. The bullet passed through the back and straight through the chest.

"Haha, the old monk dares to do good things against Lao Tzu, and he is innocent of death." A mouthful of blood spat on the old monk's face, and several people dragged their tired bodies to punch and kick the old monk.

Their physical condition was obviously no longer able to take the Buddha's head, and they faltered, supporting each other and walking into the distance.

Under the ancient city wall, on the bank of the Qinhuai River, a hotel called Night Shanghai is lit up with red lights, exuding the smell of wine that the merchant girl does not know the hatred of the country.

The old monk Bodhi was lying on the bluestone road that the night market must pass through, and the red men and green women who came and went just glanced at it in a hurry, but no one cared about this stall.

At this time, I only heard the sound of neat footsteps, and the bluestone slab rattled. At the head was a female officer in military uniform, who looked to be less than twenty years old, but who carried the rank of major on her shoulders. With a long ponytail, she is beautiful and has a little heroism. The rear collar is full of well-trained soldiers, all with straight waists.

"Master Bodhi, how are you?" The major came to the old monk's side and asked with concern.

The old monk raised his head with difficulty and looked at her carefully. I feel like I'm acquainted.,As for where I've seen it again, I can't remember it.。

His hand slowly stretched out to the Zen staff standing not far away, trying to get up. The female officer hurriedly stepped forward to help him, but the old monk really didn't have the strength to stand up again, so he half lay in the arms of the female officer.

The rest of the soldiers worked together to load the precious Buddha head on the military cart, and then quietly stood in a row behind the female officer.

"I'm sorry we're late." Looking at the blood that was still gushing out of the old monk's chest, no matter how hard-hearted a person was, he would be moved, let alone a young girl.

"It's okay, it's okay. I should have gone to the West to see the Buddha in the early years of my old bones, and it is also a blessing from my previous life to live a few more years. As the old monk spoke, he still stared at the female officer, trying to remember where he had seen her.

After watching it for about a few minutes, the female officer was embarrassed to look at it, and silently turned her head away, her face flushed.

"I said, why are you so kind, you and the old sword ghost are simply carved out of the same mold. Is the father of the female benefactor called Murong Tiankui? The old monk who had been watching for a long time finally had a clue.

"Don't mention him to me, I'll treat him as if I don't have this person." At the mention of Murong Tiankui, the female officer was angry, and the one who hated it was called a gritted tooth.

Regarding the family affairs of the old sword ghost, the old monk also knows a little about it.

The young Murong Tiankui was forced by his family to marry a beautiful woman. But Murong Tiankui did not enjoy this treatment that others could not envy, and he was bent on practicing swords. When the child was old enough to run on his own, he left home despite the opposition of everyone in the family, and never saw a trace. The beautiful woman's name was Song Yeqing, and she was a famous beauty at that time.

Song Yeqing, who was very resentful and angry, died in the third year of Murong Tiankui's departure, and it was difficult to help Yushan from then on. How could his daughter, who had already remembered at that time, not complain about him, and even now has not forgiven him. That girl is the current female officer Murong Ge.

Murong Ge was brought up by his grandfather, who was an old cadre in the army, and sent her to the Nanjing Artillery Academy when Murong Ge was ten years old. Don't look at Murong Ge as a woman, but she is not worse than boys, and even better than boys. It may be that he is really inspired to be a soldier, or it may be that he is not good at fighting with the idle people of the former army.

"Why should the female benefactor be obsessed. How can life be as good as it should be in the world. Besides, everyone has the right to choose their own life, and if you are not grateful for your children, how can you ask for it. ”

The Buddha said: There are eight sufferings in life: birth, old age, sickness, death, love and separation, resentment for a long time, can't ask for it, and can't let go. Life is created by oneself, the phase is born from the heart, everything in the world is incarnated, the heart does not move, everything does not move, the heart does not change, everything does not change. ”

"Let go of what the female donor can put down."

"Hey, put it down, there are only eleven strokes, how many people in ancient and modern times can see through it."

"Ahem...... Ahem...... "The old monk said as he spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Master, I'll take you to the military hospital right away." Murong Ge didn't care about Shanghe and that person was angry, and said anxiously.

"That's it, that's it, I'm afraid it's the end of the world. You can send me to Jiming Temple first. ”

Although Murong Ge didn't understand, he still complied.

The two worlds are merciful for the common people, and they put down the butcher's knife and did not become a Buddha.

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