The wind is blowing and the snow is drifting.

Jiujiu couldn't imagine it, Chen Changxiao and others couldn't think of it, originally thought that Na Wu forgot to go back to the East China Sea region to continue to be his monk, but he didn't expect him to go to the Zongheng Mountain Range alone.

He went there with only one purpose, that is, to go to the land of the underworld, and kneel down to beg Yama, the head of the Three Emperors, to open the eye of reincarnation for him.

When Wu Forget left Sangju and stood on the top of the mountain and looked at the end of the west, his heart was just as blank as the mountains and seas, and he began to feel that his thoughts were a little ridiculous.

The dignified Three Emperors Yama even had to respect the Ghost King, how could he, an ordinary monk, let him open the eye of reincarnation? Obviously, the answer is unlikely.

It's just that, maybe before seeing Jiujiu, Wu Forget wouldn't believe that there is an 800-year reincarnation in this world.

Five years ago, at the age of three began to enter the Buddhism of Wu Forget has been practicing Buddhism for more than ten years, fifteen years old, in the East China Sea region of the Buddha Yin Temple thousands of disciples has become a high level of morality, twelve years of learned scriptures and Buddhism is the first among the thousand disciples, and the thirty-two-year-old disciple of the Buddha Yin Temple debated for five hours, a whole day, the big disciple to half a sentence of the scriptures did not defeat to Wu Forget, since then famous in the East China Sea region.

Whether it is a famous Xuanmen or a family, everyone knows that one disciple of Foyin Temple is better than a thousand people one day, and it is a rare genius in a hundred years, but in addition to Buddhism itself, the rest of the Xuanmen family and Jianghu people are surprised by how they are.

Even if the truth of the Buddhist scriptures is better than the sky, it is only a truth after all, if the world wants to exist in the world, if you can be at ease by relying on a few great truths, then this world will not be a world where the weak eat the strong and the king is defeated.

The youthful vigor of Wu Forget's time undoubtedly made him suspicious of these Buddhist teachings, and the genius he was proud of was admired by all the disciples in the temple, and was even highly valued by all the elders and abbots in the temple.

However, when he began to wander between heaven and earth with this ability after twelve years of taking half a step out of the Buddha's door, all the dangers and dangers from the road made him always think that the so-called scripture morality was nothing but a hypocrisy in front of the real world.

The first time Wu Forget descended from the 3,000-meter-high Foyin Mountain was to witness a young girl about fifteen or sixteen years old being brought into a cave by a group of mountain bandits.

Seeing this scene, Wu Forget did not hesitate to step forward to stop a few strong bandits and report his name and the birthplace of Foyin Temple.

After listening to his self-report, several bandits glanced at each other, and it was an incredible thing that the long-civilized Foyin Temple could not have imagined that he would meet him on the first day.

Seeing that the bandits had some admiration for his identity, Wu Wu immediately wanted to speak the Great Dao Theory to persuade them to release the little girl.

Wu Forget said for a long time, and ended with a smile, thinking that several bandits would listen to his words and never do evil again, because what he said, if his fellow disciples listened to it, they would bow down and salute without refuting it, but at the moment when Wu Forget didn't notice, a cruel smile flashed in the bandit's eyes, Wu Forget had never seen such a look, although he felt a little uncomfortable, but he still didn't think too much.

"On the first day of Foyin Temple, the disciple Wu Wang, the little master, wanted to come and travel down the mountain alone, right?"

The bandit carrying the girl asked tentatively with bad intentions, and he didn't know what he meant, and when he heard the first half of the sentence was praise, he suddenly felt angry

Satisfied, he replied lightly: "The donor is exactly." ”

"There is no other family in this mountain besides you?" the corners of the bandit's mouth curled into a terrifying smile, and the fists in his hands clenched.

"Donor, please rest assured, there is no one with the same door except for the little monk, if the donor listens to the little monk, let go of the girl, put down the butcher's knife, my Buddha is compassionate, heaven and earth see people, and will definitely take care of the donor in the future, or parents, or children and grandchildren, because of the enjoyment of the road. ”

Wu Forget bowed slightly, still smiling.

Several of the bandits laughed and strode forward, thinking that they would entrust the girl to themselves, and wanted to raise their heads and say Amitabha.

However, at this very moment, everything that happened next left his mind blank.

There is no wind in Japan, but when the bandits stand up, there is a wind, not a breeze or a breeze, but a bitter wind!

"Stinky monk, talk to Lao Tzu about bullshit Buddhism, dare to stop Lao Tzu and me, I'm afraid I don't want to be punched by Lao Tzu?!"

Between the words, the leading bandit swung his fist, although his cultivation was only in the Spirit True Realm, but for Wu Wang, who only had the third-layer spirit of the Spirit Cultivation Realm in his body, it was the Grim Reaper who came to him.

The leading bandit threw a punch straight into his right cheek, without any warning, without any mud and water, and under the girl's pupils, Gogo's face twisted into a ball, and the whole person flew out like a ball of flesh.

He flew nearly a hundred meters in mid-air before falling to the ground, and the snow in his mouth spewed out like a pillar, forming a graceful arc in mid-air.

He fell to the ground with a loss of strength and hazy eyes.

People in this world, apart from those Buddhist disciples who can only say and can't do things, who else will listen to the useless great truths of the world? There will always be beauty in the world, and most of the people in the world still advocate truth, goodness, and beauty, and their words are just weak people deceiving themselves and others.

All Buddhism in the world is always in a pure place, always basically separated from everything outside, only reciting their own scriptures, and realizing their own way. But in addition to giving himself a little self-comfort in the small land of the temple at his feet, that kind of complete idealism can only be a cloud in the sky when he takes the vast sea of people and the sky, and a gust of wind can scatter it. This kind of everything, in the final analysis, is the self-depravity of the Buddhism on the Yuanling Continent, not with the world, not with the group, not seeing through the world, only looking at their own feet, this is useless, and useless.

Wu Forget lay on the ground and couldn't get up, his eyelids were holding on, the blood in his mouth was not only flowing out, his ears were buzzing, but what was still clear was the laughter of several bandits.

They said "what bullshit" and stepped over to Gogo's body, laughing, laughing wildly.

Gogo stretched out his arm and stretched out his palm to grab the last bandit who straddled his body.

"Let it go...... Let her go...... , I am a Buddha...... I am a Buddha...... I'm going to save her, I'm going to kill ...... Kill you!"

Wu forgot to say it, and at this moment, he said the word "kill" in a chaotic thought in his mind!

This is the forbidden word of the Buddha, but he can't help but say it now, and even can't help but do it, for the first time in fifteen years, he said the word "kill", and at that moment, he seemed to feel that this was not a word that violated the morality of the world, but the real morality of the world! Kill him, you can save the girl, kill him, you can be hurt by him in the future

It is more true than sitting in the yellow-walled temple all day long and saying something that you don't know what you're saying.

"Kill me?"

The bandit sneered, his calf was forceful, and he kicked him out, and Wu Wang's body slammed into a big tree, and the green leaves on the ten-meter-high tree rattled, falling a large piece of his body, trembling.

"Humph!"

The bandit snorted coldly, carrying the girl who didn't dare to look at it anymore and walked away, the latter closed his eyes tightly, squeezed out more sticky tears between his eyes, his lips moved slightly, and he seemed to say thank you, and he saw vaguely, he could naturally see what the girl said after reading Buddhist scriptures for more than ten years, he only smiled faintly, and fainted.

By the time he woke up, he had already returned to the Buddha Yin Temple.

Lying on the bed, opening his eyes as if he had been pricked by several needles, the familiar room wood incense came into his mouth and nose, the sunlight outside the window was like walking, reflecting on the bed and his body, he turned his head, and his master sat outside the bed.

"You have been in a coma for three days and three nights, and before you left, the teacher deliberately left a mark on you, so once you are in danger, the teacher can know it, but unfortunately the teacher still came too late, but the bandit did not have the intention of killing, presumably this is the existence of great wealth in the catastrophe, Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate. ”

Master said softly, his palm standing up.

Wu Wu got up and looked at the master, if in the past, Wu Wu thought that what the master said was a big truth, and he needed to remember it firmly, but now, he lowered his head, his mind was complicated, and he fell into deep thought.

On that day, Wu Wu didn't say a few words to the master, but just went out to watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, and smell the long stream of water in the mountains. In the next half month, he was always like this, whether it was morning or evening recitation, he was undoubtedly the most active disciple, but now, every day in addition to sleeping and standing outside the temple for a whole day, not a word to anyone, not a single scripture has never been opened, in the eyes of everyone in the temple, he seems to be a completely different person at this moment.

Half a month later, on a dark and windy night, Gogo woke up from his bed, he lit the candle, his face was full of sweat, but his eyes were immediately calm, obviously the dream often appeared at night, and he himself was not surprised.

He closed his eyes and thought that the dream was that he was attacked by bandits at the foot of the mountain half a month ago, and the last picture in the dream was the eyes of a girl, the eyes of despair, the eyes that did not dare to open.

......

In addition, in the past fifteen years of Enlightenment, there has been a strange dream, this dream is not a nightmare, it has never woken him up, on the contrary, the dream has made him sleep even more.

Wu forgot to help his eyebrows, thinking about it carefully, he didn't think there was anything in that dream before, but now, he began to really care, not that he had any problems with that dream, but, he began to slowly become full of curiosity about those unknown things from a stubborn disciple who was instilled by Buddhism and lost the self-dissection of seven emotions and six desires, and even **, some, he wanted to know, wanted to touch, some, he wanted to grasp, wanted to possess, and more, he wanted to hate, wanted to break!

Thinking of this, he shook his head violently, and finally found the dream in his thousand complicated thoughts, the dream that was so clear in his deep sleep that he could be completely forgotten once he woke up.

A woman, with her back, and three shaggy tails.