Ten states are so big, where can't you go?

In other words, it is the size of the ten states, except for the Lingzhou, where can we go?

These words have completely offended this monk to death. Hanshan Temple lives in the desert, and even the four major temples live in the desert, and the little monk in these stories has also asked his uncle and uncle in the temple, but he has not received any answer. When asked about the abbot, he got a vague answer: "First cross a state, and then go to hell, then you can overcome the misery of the world." The little monk naturally disdained to explain these words to this person.

In fact, the monk originally intended to invite this person and the carriage to enter the Hanshan Temple, but in this desert, the monk was born superior to others and never asked for help. And people who are accustomed to being domineering generally speak more unpleasantly, and they don't know what euphemism is. just ran into Wei Jingbian, he is a master who eats soft rather than hard.

"How big are the ten states in the world, the little monk doesn't care about anything else, just the people in front of him. The monk folded his hands and said, "Donor, follow me into the temple." ”

Wei Jingbian laughed angrily, he seemed to be a soft persimmon at his disposal in the eyes of this monk, what only cares about the present, it is clear that he is only picking on him as a good person to bully.

"Hanshan Temple is small, and it is difficult to fulfill the big wish. The people in the carriage finally spoke, he was worried that Wei Jingbian would talk about a bunch of things like not being strong, and he also knew that monks had always been good at sophistry, but his time was precious, and he couldn't afford to delay here.

"The four spiritual temples respect one Buddha together, and the Buddha has vast magical powers, how can it be different because of the size of the temple?" the monk argued. His words are not unreasonable, the four major temples are only dedicated to one Buddha, and he did not emphasize how good his Hanshan Temple is, and then he said lightly: "If the donor is sincere, he will be able to get his wish." ”

"There is no difference between size and size, but what difference is there between treasures?"

"Is there a flower on the other side of the cold mountain?"

"Can there be a karmic fire mirror in Hanshan?"

"Have you heard of the glass lamp?"

These questions fell on the little monk's heart one by one, and the little monk was speechless. These three treasures were passed on to his disciples when the Buddha was seated. And these three treasures are now in the other three temples, and none of them are held as treasures in Hanshan Temple. Therefore, Hanshan Temple chose to be located at the edge of the Western Desert and crossed the poor people. If it weren't for the fact that this little monk had almost been designated as the next generation of Hanshan Temple host, he probably wouldn't know about these three treasures, let alone the tragic situation of Hanshan Temple.

Wei Jingbian is also the first time to hear of the three treasures of this Buddhism, the other side of the flower, the karmic fire mirror, and the glass lamp. Thinking that this was what the prince was looking for, he secretly kept in mind the three things that the prince cared about.

Wei Jing looked at the monk with an unclear expression and shook his head. It seems that the monk's eloquence is not entirely true. In fact, if he hadn't asked such a sore spot, how could the little monk be speechless.

So Wei Jingbian planned to get into the carriage, pick up the horsewhip, and continue the journey.

No other sound came from the carriage, and it fell silent.

But in this way, the monk will return in vain. This is absolutely unacceptable to him. How could he be willing to be sent away by a faceless person who said a few words, and he was the pride of the sky?

Therefore, the monk decisively stood in front of Wei Jingbian, stretched out his hand to stop him, and said, "Please ask the donor to go with me." ”

Wei Jingbian saw that there would be no sound in the carriage, so he made his own decisions and said coldly: "Good dogs are still not in the way." Could it be that you, a monk, are not even as good as dogs?"

"The little monk is a cat, a dog, and a dog shit. If you can purify sentient beings, you don't care about the appearance of this body. ”

This is a very high-level statement.

Wei Jing thought about rebuttal, but unexpectedly, the monk spoke first: "In the past, the Buddha cut meat and fed the eagle, but today the little monk is incompetent, so he can only persuade the donor to be good." Merit is not immeasurable, but the same should be true for those who are monks. ”

"Don't learn from the stubborn world. It is necessary to know that people in the world are in turbid currents without knowing it, they are intrigued for fame outside their bodies, and they are dyed with karmic fire without consciously ······"

Only then did Wei Jingbian realize the meaning of the monk who was chatting with him, and the tongue was full of lotus flowers. He only felt that there was a voice in his head repeating itself, and this voice came from nowhere, only four words. "Amitabha". Under this voice, the monk who was not tall became tall at this moment, the words that came out of his mouth were so loud, his bald head was so shiny, and the world seemed to be slowly getting bigger. Slowly, Wei Jingbian felt that there was a layer of golden light emitting from the monk's body, which was so peaceful and warm that people wanted to get close.

"Noise!" came a cold scolding sound from inside the carriage.

Wei Jingbian came to his senses at this time, it turned out that it was not that the monk was getting bigger and bigger, but that he was approaching the monk. There was no light coming from behind the monk, it was clearly the sun's rays. He himself was slowly falling backwards. The world is getting warmer and warmer. He was shocked and a little annoyed. obviously said that he was protecting his son, but in the end, he still relied on his son to protect himself. In the end, if it wasn't for that sentence to wake me up, I'm afraid I would fall here today. He is getting older, and he values the words he has spoken more seriously. Thinking about it this time, I felt a little more hatred for the monk. What even he didn't know was that his previous unspeakable awe was much less.

"Get the fuck out of here. Wei Jingbian said unceremoniously.

"Why should the benefactor be obsessed? Although the monk felt pity, he didn't show it on his face, and he almost succeeded, if it wasn't for the people in the carriage to stop him, but don't worry, there should be a chance after this.

He underestimated Wei Jingbian, who had made up his mind.

"I'm a mini mother, and I'm your grandmother. Wei Jing scolded loudly.

"Donor, come on. The little monk didn't know who his mother was, let alone his grandmother. The little monk's posture was extremely low, but he still seemed unrelenting, "It's just that the donor is careful to go to the Infernal Hell in the future." ”

Wei Jingbian was angry, and he also knew that this little monk obviously had no parents and worldly concerns. The advantage of the tongue could no longer break through the monk's defenses, and the monk could speak better than him. In order to avoid landing here, he had to try it first with the spear behind him.

Saying that he was sitting down, he took out two parts of the spear from the holster on his back, put them together in one place, and then loaded the gun head. He said, "Little monk, do you know how many people died under this spear?"

The little monk was not afraid, and said indifferently: "Amitabha, the little monk is willing to stop fighting with his body, influence the donor, and think that the world will kill the evil." ”

After speaking, the little monk spread out his hands, one hand into a palm, standing in front of his chest, and the other hand turned the red prayer bead.

Wei Jingbian was unceremonious, ready to fulfill the little monk's wish for death. He lifted his spear and stabbed it forward without any fancy stabbing at the little monk's body.

"Huh?" Wei Jingbian asked. Strange things have happened. Although Wei Jingbian has collected a lot of strength, the spear is not extraordinary, and it is extremely sharp. The tip of the spear really touched the monk's bronzed skin, but it was difficult to get into the slightest.

Wei Jingbian felt weird, drew the gun and came back, and tried again. This time it was different from the last time, when it was only three or four points of force, and it was seven or eight points of force. The result was still the same, and the little monk was not injured at all.

"Donor, if you are not satisfied, please continue. The little monk vowed to cross the benefactor today. The little monk said. Then he simply sat on the ground, and there was a posture that he would not leave without persuading people to turn back.

Wei Jing smiled coldly, the little monk had words in his mouth, but he couldn't hear clearly, and he didn't want to hear clearly. He was not afraid of making a move with the little monk, but he was afraid of talking to the little monk and wasting his tongue. Since entering this Western Desert, the prince has rarely spoken. The words I talk to him on weekdays are even more pitiful. Fang Cai's reprimand was clearly a little angry. He thought to himself, if this matter is not handled well, I am afraid that the prince will be even more angry.

As soon as Wei Jingbian thought of this, he didn't plan to stay any longer. His spear had received a lot of guidance from Bai Ding, and at this moment, he shot without hesitation, and the spear had a little life, as if a living creature had woken up from the gun.

"Coiled snakes. ”

The spear's vitality gradually evolved into a terrifying creature. The snake's eyes glowed greenish, and it bit forward as it spat out the letter.

The snake teeth were quite hideous, embedded in the bloody mouth, which looked even more hideous and terrifying. But even so, the little monk was not hurt much, only some wounds flowed out of his cheeks. The blood was not all red, I don't know if it was because of the sun, there was a wisp of gold mixed in it, and the blood flowed from his cheeks to the robe, the little monk didn't care at all, the words in his mouth still didn't stop, and his voice slowly became louder.

Wei Jingbian is not a soft-hearted person, since he is the master of the person in the carriage, he is ready to do his best and not disobey his wishes.

"White python. The artistic conception of this spear changed again, and a white python about a foot long appeared, the white python first turned upwards on its abdomen, and then suddenly turned over, fluttered and scurried, and by turning over, it went straight to the chest of the little monk.

He clearly heard the sound of something shattering, like a piece of precious glass, more like a piece of rotten iron, which was directly broken. There is a large hole in the chest of the little monk that runs through the past. The blood on his chest gushed out of him like a spring.

The monk finally opened his eyes. The hand that had just stood still covered the wound, and then his eyes were full of disbelief.

Those eyes were clearly asking, how could you be? How could you do it? There was a lot of blame and pity in the eyes.

The little monk still sat on the dust in the posture of sitting on the lotus, he ignored the blood gushing out of his mouth, but solemn, and said lightly: "Amitabha, the lotus falls on the cold mountain, and the little monk has tried his best. ”

With that, he lowered his head and passed away.

In the Hanshan Temple, a little farther away, an everlasting lamp with the original name of the Dharma written on it went out. The presiding officer who was guarding the lantern was neither happy nor sad, and clasped his palms and said, "Amitabha." It is for the great good to prove by example. "I don't wonder at all how this personal disciple died.

Wei Jingbian's heart was a little unbearable after all, the life of the little monk was no different from any one he had killed before. But he felt a little pity for the little monk's approach. Today, he attacked him with all his spear, and the two artistic conceptions were exhausted, and he was killed. Killed him, and the little monk didn't have any last words left.

"If you can't bear it, go back. Bai Ding in the carriage said. The four horses listened to Bai Ding's words and slowly moved their steps. The route of the carriage is no longer around the sand dunes of the Western Desert, but in the direction of the desert center.

Wei Jingbian didn't care so much, picked up the spear and went to the carriage, and there was no thought of burying the body of the little monk.