Dugu Mountains, stone interior.

I couldn't see my fingers, and I only had the sound of water ticking in my ears.

The little monk meditated next to the stone platform, and when he was thirsty, he only drank the water on the stone platform, and other than that, he only ate two meals.

It was all barely satisfying meals, and there was meat in them, but the little monk had long since stopped caring about this.

Don't say that the Buddha's rules and precepts, now the Buddha has become empty and empty in his heart.

Who is the Buddha and who is the Buddha.

He didn't know how long he had been in the cave, and the only two meals he had had eaten were when he was dying of hunger.

However, the closer he was to death, the more persistent the little monk's thoughts became, reciting Buddhist scriptures all the time, looking for Prajna.

He is now in such a predicament, hunger has tormented him to the core, and the only way to quench his hunger is to quench his hunger with water, and then the more he drinks, the hungrier he gets.

He would sometimes choose to swallow the air, warm it in his mouth, and then swallow it in large gulps, feeling the gas swimming between his stomach. However, when the air disappeared, he felt even hungrier, and the stinky skin of his body kept controlling his thoughts.

In order to divert his attention and not let himself be so hungry, he set his mind on the drip of water that was the only proof of his existence.

Do you believe in Buddha? You should believe it, Master said that all things have Buddha nature.

So the little monk was thinking about what Buddha to believe in dripping water, and when these things were not clear and hunger came up again, he thought of dripping stones again.

The ugly demon said that only when the drop stone is worn can you go out.

Under the torture of hunger, the little monk put all his thoughts on the water droplets.

At first, he prayed to the gods and Buddhas, who could see and hear his devotion and help him to wear the stones.

Later, he hopes that the drops can bring the news of his trapped to the town, so that the rest of his life can hear about his plight and come to his rescue.

However, these were just thoughts, and he knew that the rest of his life would not save him at all.

Even the heavenly gods and Buddhas could not save him from his current predicament.

All actions are impermanent, all beings are suffering, all laws have no self, and silence is happiness.

Darkness, loneliness, and water droplets make his existence more and more obvious, as if he was the only one in heaven and earth, and it was difficult to be silent.

All the way to...

The little monk put all his mind on the water droplet, listening to the changes of the water droplet, listening to it "tick tock", listening to it congealate from the stalactite, slipping in the air, falling on the stone platform, splashing, making a ticking sound.

At this moment, he suddenly had the illusion that he was the water droplet, and there was an unrelated person sitting next to him.

This kind of realm is mysterious and mysterious, perhaps, this is the extinction?

When thinking about this question, the little monk was even thinking as a water droplet.

For a period of time, darkness accompanied by darkness, and when the monsters sent five or six meals, the little monk forgot about it, and it was difficult to tell whether he was a monk or a drop of water, so that the hunger was disappearing, and the meal was too lazy to move.

The bamboo pole monster mistakenly thought that the little monk was going on a hunger strike, and hurriedly accelerated the frequency and deliciousness of the meal, trying to seduce the little monk to eat.

The little monk tasted a few bites, but it was not very delicious, and it was far worse than that of the shopkeeper Yu.

But it doesn't matter, the little monk has a more important thing to do.

He turned into a drop of water and happily dripped on the stone platform, ready to chisel it open so that he could get out as soon as possible.

He still has to go to the Central Plains to find Cao'er, he can't let Cao'er wait for a long time.

The little monk was so busy that he forgot to sleep and eat, and finally, I don't know how many meals the monster delivered, and the stone was pierced.

He turned into a drop of water and fell, through the stone platform, to the pool below, and to join the crowd of water.

After a moment of trance, the little monk opened his eyes and shouted excitedly: "Someone, no, is there a monster?"

He stood up, his body was weak and shaky, and it was not easy for him to stabilize himself, and he was about to shout again when the stone door was opened.

"What are you shouting?" the bamboo pole monster came in with rice, "What, no hunger strike?"

What kind of hunger strike? The little monk didn't understand, but it didn't matter, he pointed to the stone platform, "Look, the water drop stone is piercing!"

"What?" the bamboo pole monster was stunned, and he took a look at it through the afterglow of the stone door.

I saw a small black hole in the middle of the stone platform, as for whether he wore it or not, he didn't know, but it didn't matter.

"You promised our boss to do that ridiculous thing?" the Bamboo Pole Monster asked him.

"When did I agree?" the little monk was stunned, "It's not that your boss said that the drop of water can be worn by the stone..."

"Lied to you, you still believe it, what a monk. The bamboo pole monster muttered, "If you don't agree, you can stay inside." ”

"You..." The little monk pointed to the monsters who went out, and saw that the two monsters outside pushed the stone gate "boom".

The little monk sat down, grabbed the food on the plate, and was just about to eat it, when his fingertips touched the grass stem in the flower pot, and his fingers were brushed by the blades of grass.

He had forgotten to check the grass stalks by the light in the doorway, and hoped she was well.

The little monk smiled bitterly, "It seems that we have to stay here for the rest of our lives," he said, stroking the blades of grass.

His hand was about to let go of the blade of grass, and his body was stunned, thoughtful, and remembered a past event.

When he was very young, almost three or four years old, he sat in the forest with his master and went to meditation.

Remember, at that time, the leaves were red all over the mountain, and in the afterglow, they were even more red like blood.

At that time, he had a whim and asked Master, does the Buddha worship the Buddha?

If the Buddha worships the Buddha, which Buddha does he worship? If the Buddha does not worship the Buddha, why should the monks of later generations worship the Buddha?

"The Buddha is in his heart, and of course the Buddha worships the Buddha. Master told the little monk.

When anyone kneels in front of the Buddha, he is only worshipping a clay fetus, and what he really worships is the Buddha in his own heart.

It is better to seek others than to seek oneself, to cross others not to cross oneself, to adhere to one's own heart, and to pursue Prajna in one's heart, which is exactly the Buddha worshiped by the Buddha.

In the darkness, the little monk's eyes opened, and there was a three-inch Buddha light in front of him, and all the darkness no longer existed in front of him.

The grass stems in the pot in front of him were glowing green at this time.

"When the Buddha attained enlightenment under the Bodhi tree, the first thing he said was: All living beings have the wisdom and virtue of the Buddha. It is only because of delusion and attachment that it cannot be attained. The little monk stood up, took the flower pot, walked to the stone door, and held out a finger.

"From now on, in front of the Buddha, I will only worship myself!"

The words fell, and the index finger tapped the stone door, and with a "boom", the stone gate flew out.

The rat demon was talking to the ugly demon in the direction opposite the stone gate, and when he was caught off guard, the stone gate directly flattened him.

There was silence in the monster cave, and everyone was surprised to see the little monk who came out of the stone room, holding a pot of flowers in his hand.

"Amitabha", the little monk raised one hand and sang a Buddha horn to all the monsters.

This reminded the monster, and the monster that was close raised the weapon in his hand and slashed at the little monk.

The little monk has three fingers, and the knife should be broken by fingers.

The monsters were surprised, and without waiting for them to respond, the little monk passed by, and there was an extra blood hole on their bodies in an instant.

"The sea of bitterness is endless, so why bother to turn back", the little monk's robe swept over the corners of their clothes and walked straight towards the high platform.

The other monsters came up and fell at the feet of the little monk in an instant, and none of the monsters were under his hands for more than a round.

Everywhere he walked, rivers of blood flowed, and blood even stained his monk's robes red.

The little monk was still calm, and walked all the way to the bamboo pole monster.

The bamboo pole monster stood in front of the ugly demon.

The little monk was just about to point out, and the bamboo pole monster tilted his head, "I, I'm fainting." He threw away his weapon and fell to the ground.

Now only the ugly demon remains.

The ugly demon looked at the fallen monsters, as well as the blood on the little monk's body, and raised his hands high, "Big, big, master, I, I know it's wrong, I, I'll change my ways, let go, put down the butcher's knife, become a Buddha on the ground, put down the butcher's knife..."

He hurriedly put the knife down in his hand.

"The Buddha only crosses people who are destined," the little monk said.

"I am, I am a destined person, I am called a destined person. The ugly demon said busily.

The little monk smiled, "Let me see?"

He put his finger on the ugly demon's forehead, and with a "snort" finger, a bloody hole appeared in the ugly demon's brain.

"You", he looked at the little monk, and fell to the ground.

"The Buddha has a fate, and whoever has a fate, the Buddha has the final say. ”

The little monk looked down at the grass stem, "What you said is right, why should you be vegetarian and not eat meat, this is too unfair to the grass." ”