Not long ago, Lu Siguan went to Haihui Temple alone and sat opposite the two most respected abbots in the temple. In front of them was a warm tea, which was a cloud tea unique to Haihui Temple.

Lu Siguan asked him expressionlessly, "Do you know that Zhang Zhufeng is a famous murderous monk?" ”

The abbot said softly: "Back to the emperor, the poor monk is the abbot of this temple, and he naturally knows such a thing." ”

Lu Siguan asked again: "If you know, then why did you leave him in the temple and refuse to tell the government, and even more so when you searched for it?" Is there something going on? Or is it threatened by a murderous monk? ”

The abbot was silent for a long time, and slowly told Lu Siguan what happened to Zhang Zhufeng in the past. It was a very dark story, and it was the reason why the "murderous monk" was created in the end. If his past wasn't so painful, maybe Zhang Zhufeng would have become a gentle man.

But there is no "if" in this world, only results.

Zhang Zhufeng was first violated by his stepfather at the age of nine, before he grew up. He was born handsome since he was a child, but his life was hard, his father died of exhaustion in the fields, and his mother couldn't support him alone, so he had to remarry. And how can a remarried woman find a good person?

"Zhang Zhufeng's mother's luck is bad, and so is Zhang Zhufeng's." The abbot said with a wry smile.

"It's not." Lu Siguan interrupted him coldly, and when the abbot showed a puzzled expression, Lu Siguan spoke out again: "All the sins should not be blamed on Zhang Zhufeng's head, but should be the one who did evil." ”

The abbot was silent for a long time and smiled: "The emperor is right. It is the person who does the evil to blame, not Zhang Zhufeng and his mother. They are all innocent. ”

The abbot went on to speak.

Zhang Zhufeng was first violated by his stepfather, and then by his stepfather and those fox friends and dogs. In order to protect him, his mother hit the wall headlong between pushes and shoved, and died on the spot.

And that body, which had been weak all his life, was just discarded in the wilderness at random after death.

Zhang Zhufeng's stepfather solved his desires in him, was satisfied, and fell into a deep sleep. Zhang Zhufeng finally woke up from the coma caused by the pain, he walked a long way alone, and finally found his mother, who was already a little stinky in the fields.

He knelt down and wept bitterly in front of his mother. And that time was also the last time he shed tears.

Later, no matter how much his stepfather and the men tortured him, he only endured all the pain in silence, at most with a muffled grunt and an impatient frown.

Finally one day, his stepfather had no money to spend, he pinched Zhang Zhufeng's buttocks, sighed and said, "I can't sleep with you in the future, I have to sell you." It's good to sell into those flower houses. ”

At this time, the abbot who traveled all over the world set foot in this secluded courtyard before his stepfather sold Zhang Zhufeng into the flower building.

He saw that Zhang Zhufeng looked delicate, but there were some scars on his face, and most likely guessed that this man was violent to his son. The compassionate abbot asked, "Can Zhang Zhufeng be brought back to the temple?"

The stepfather asked, "And how much are you willing to pay?" Monk? ”

There is no politeness, and it is extremely rude to ask. The abbot frowned, but asked how much money his stepfather could accept?

The stepfather said a ridiculous number.

The abbot thought it was incredible, but he looked at Zhang Zhufeng, and he couldn't see any expression from Zhang Zhufeng's calm face at that time, but when Zhang Zhufeng looked at him, the abbot finally saw the sadness and pain in his eyes.

The abbot nodded and said, "Okay, I'll buy him." You give him to me, and you don't have to see him again. ”

The stepdad took the money and was happy. He pushed Zhang Zhufeng to the abbot, and before the abbot left, he looked obscene and said to the abbot with a smile: "This kid is not simple, a monk like you can also taste a good taste." Don't miss it, Master. ”

The abbot lived a pure life, and did not know what he meant. He just said "Amitabha" and left.

The abbot took Zhang Zhufeng for a long way, and finally stopped in front of a dilapidated temple. The abbot divided half of the dry food and handed it to Zhang Zhufeng, but Zhang Zhufeng did not take it, but was silent.

The abbot asked him, "What is your name?" How old are you? ”

But no matter how he asked, Zhang Zhufeng just refused to speak.

It was late in the evening, when the abbot was meditating alone, when he heard Zhang Zhufeng, who was curled up and sleeping beside him, suddenly moved, making some subtle sounds. He opened his eyes curiously.

Zhang Zhufeng slowly sat up, glanced at the abbot, and touched his stomach—he might be hungry.

The abbot smiled, turned around to get the dry food, and when he turned around with the dry food, Zhang Zhufeng was already facing away from him, lying on his stomach, taking off his pants, and pouting his buttocks.

The dry food in the abbot's hand almost fell to the ground. Looking at the child in front of him, whose entire buttocks were already festering, the abbot couldn't help but ask the Buddha in his heart, is this the suffering of all living beings? Is this what he wants to save sentient beings who want to be transcendent?

"At that time, I asked him to put on his pants, and I said, I don't have to do this again in my life, I want to eat, I asked me directly, and told me directly, I don't have to take my pants off." At that moment, the old abbot lowered his eyes and spoke very softly.

"And then?" Lu Siguan asked him.

"Later," the abbot raised his eyes, his old eyes cloudy, as if looking at a long time from the past, "and then he began to accept my existence. He started talking to me, and I gradually learned about what happened to him. ”

Mr. Zhang said he was 11 years old, and he said he had no mother, and that the man was his stepfather.

Zhang Zhufeng also said that if he wanted to eat in the past, he would be beaten if he just went to get it himself, and only by taking off his pants and making his stepfather happy as he did just now could he eat a meal peacefully.

After being silent for a moment, Zhang Zhufeng frowned again and said, "But sometimes, when I am halfway through eating, I will be interrupted by my stepfather or his friends. They never seem to be able to finish venting. ”

The young Zhang Zhufeng didn't know why, he had no strength, he couldn't resist, and there was no one to protect him, so he had to give in.

The abbot took Zhang Zhufeng to walk outside for half a year, and finally arrived at Haihui Temple and settled here.

Zhang Zhufeng had a very good time in Haihui Temple, and the monks here are all kind people who treat Zhang Zhufeng with sincerity. But that doesn't mean that Zhang Zhufeng has forgotten the hatred and pain of the past.

Lu Siguan asked, "Did he meet some master?" He knows martial arts, which should not be learned by himself. ”

The abbot nodded: "Back then, there were warrior monks in Haihui Temple, but they were not easy to teach others. ”

He sighed: "No one knows how Zhang Zhufeng persuaded the warrior monk, and I don't know how he actually learned martial arts with the warrior monk for so many years. Finally, one day, he found me and was happy to say that he was able to kill, that he could take revenge. ”

It was one night, and when the abbot heard Zhang Zhufeng say that, he knew that something was wrong.

The abbot asked him: "Zhufeng, have you not forgotten the hatred in your heart until now?" ”

That year, Zhang Zhufeng was seventeen years old. He nodded, grimaced, and said, "For so many nights, I have never forgotten what that man and his fox friend did to me!" I dreamed back in the middle of the night, and it was my mother's dead, bloodstained face! I have no way of forgetting hatred! ”

He gritted his teeth and said, "Abbot, I want to go back for revenge!" I'm going to kill him! ”

The abbot's persuasion was all ignored by him, and in the end, Zhang Zhufeng disappeared into the Haihui Temple.

No one could say where Zhang Zhufeng went, only the abbot wanted to know that he should have returned to his hometown back then, in order to take revenge. In order to kill all those who had bullied him when he was young and powerless.

Finally, three months later, Zhang Zhufeng reappeared in Haihui Temple.

Zhang Zhufeng, who appeared again, had a bright smile on his face, happier than ever before. He approached the abbot and said, "Master, all my wishes have been fulfilled, and from now on, I will concentrate on my cultivation here." ”

The abbot asked him, "Did you kill someone?" ”

Zhang Zhufeng glanced at him and suddenly smiled: "Master, do you remember the first time you saw me?" That day was my birthday. And you know, how that stepdad of mine celebrates for me? ”

The abbot did not speak.

As if telling an ordinary, meaningless story, Zhang Zhufeng said lightly: "Before you knocked on the door, Master, he tied me up and tied me to the head of the bed, using a strong rope. He took off my pants and made my ass pout high and decided to rejoice with me. ”

The abbot closed his eyes and recited "Amitabha" in silence.

Zhang Zhufeng smiled and knelt down in front of him: "Okay, Master, I won't say anything else, I really want to practice in Haihui Temple." After that, I had nothing to worry about. ”

After a long silence, the abbot finally spoke: "Then change the name of the law, and call it abandoning the dust." Forget all the things in your past and look at the present. ”

Zhang Zhufeng responded: "Yes, they all listen to Master." ”

At that moment, facing the Lu Siguan, the abbot hung his head: "I really didn't expect that he said that he wanted to concentrate on cultivation, but he still did those things......

The abbot's fingers holding the Buddha beads trembled slightly: "It's my fault, so many lives should be blamed on my head...... If it weren't for me, he wouldn't be the murderous monk he is today......"