The roaring life in the lifeless body was scattered in her body, and a voice sounded in her heart: One life is difficult, one life is difficult, one life is the only life. Fateless subconsciously rushed to say: "The difficulty of my father and brother is not counted, I don't blame them, I don't hate them, you give me a new difficulty, I was born in a poor family, and I am not afraid of a thousand difficulties." After waiting for a while, there was silence. The lifeless voice was drowned out by the grand Buddha chanting, and only the little Zen master and the three scum masters heard it clearly.

"Amitabha, this peak has no wish, today the little monk took the lead in making an exception, praying for the lifeless, although all beings are equal, she is the little monk Buddha, in order to do this cause and effect, the little monk will take the lifeless and the three scum in the red dust for a hundred years, with the right heart of the Buddha. Amitabha. After all the voices were at rest, the little Buddha said loudly.

"I went up the mountain empty-handed today, and I happened to meet the little mage praying, may I ask whether there should be a wish in life? or no wish? If there is a wish, why should there be no wish? If there is no wish in life, does it still belong to the category of life? If the little Zen master's lover and another person are dying at the same time today, you can only save one person, who will the little mage save first? All living beings are equal, and the little mage's lover is also life, so why should the little mage be ashamed? Saving a person's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, and saving the life of the wicked? Why don't people in the world become evil people first and then become Buddhas? Are they willing to be the so-called good people?" A strong man asked.

"Amitabha, I have no desire to practice Buddha with a righteous heart because I am incapable and incompetent because of hardship. The little Buddha replied.

"Little mage, will you allow me to come along?" the stout man asked.

"The donor is free. ”

Thus a strong lineup and luxuriously dressed ascetic team was born.

Hua Zhiqiao knew that man, the first scum of the seven scum of the Middle Realm - Wan Hualuo, and Hua Zhiqiao had sent him a message. He didn't expect the Taoist to give them any chance, he never thought that the opportunity was not given by others, and he had to grab, fight, grab, and meet. Ten thousand flowers fall to the purple Xuan Great Perfection, and he is ready to take that road. This encounter was purely a coincidence in his travels, he knew that Hua Zhiqiao was arrogant and would never easily belong to anyone, and this little monk's realm was really perfect. Could it be that he was ready to take refuge? But he didn't take the ordination.

After Wan Hualuo communicated with Zha San, he thought that this little monk was quite interesting. He had the idea of becoming benevolent if he didn't succeed, and went to take that road, he followed the little monk, just to see the little monk's Taoism and Buddha nature.

The four of them made four bowls out of stone, one for each of them. The barren mountains and mountains will chant the scriptures with their fingers, and when there are people, they will be separated. Because of the mana that sealed one, everyone had to eat, drink, and sleep. Especially in the barren mountains and mountains, usually just a breath, now there is no year and a half to pass at all. Mosquitoes and poisonous moths are in the wild, and the other three men are fine, no life is not good, there are either big bags or small pieces on their bodies, and no life really understands the taste of life is worse than death. Fortunately, she understood the difficult scriptures, took local materials, used thorns as needles to cure poison, and melted poison with her own life.

The four of them do not interfere with each other, do not help each other, but walk together. But the beasts are different, they have to eat just like humans, and they only eat meat, and human flesh is also meat. Wanhualuo three people sealed the mana, the beast did not feel the threat, they could not gnaw the bodies of the three men, but they could bite the lifeless, lifeless to fight with thorns, at the beginning of the flesh and blood flying is lifeless, and then lifeless is the beast, skinned and burned meat, lifeless will be the excess roasted and stored. The three men had more than enough to take care of themselves, and the little mage of Kudu ate fruits and wild vegetables, and relished them. Thousands of flowers fall, flowers and branches are pretty, and when you are tired of eating meat, you will look for fruits and wild vegetables.

What is a Buddha? Is a Buddha born not a Buddha, but a Buddha without a life? In this case, the Buddha still does not kill, how can the Buddha survive? All living beings are truly equal? Why am I uneasy in my heart? I abstain from desire, killing, and greed...... Why are there any restlessness in the heart? What if the monks don't have temple property? What if they are not offered with incense? Why do they accept the offerings with peace of mind? Why are people willing to make offerings? Endless questions tear apart the heart of the little Buddha, and the monk silently recites the mantra of meditation and purification...... Still not quiet.

What exactly is a Buddha? Can the Qing rules and precepts really cultivate the Buddha and seek the Buddha? Yongkudu's body is overflowing with 'swastikas', and he is promoted to the Jinyang realm for no reason. The little Buddha awakens again. Inside the search for one of life, death, body, mind, seeking, and seeking, a point lit up, hazy, like the sun wrapped in clouds, that is a kind of spiritual awakening, the little Buddha awakened a spirit, he didn't know what the specific spirit was, but he understood that it had nothing to do with the rules and precepts.

Just as a fierce beast roared and pounced, the little Buddha reached out and grabbed its scalp, and the fishy heat and saliva in the mouth of the fierce beast hit his face.

"Amitabha, you have a fate with me, and there is also cause and effect, it just so happens that the little Buddha is also hungry, you can't eat me, so I will eat you, how about it?"

The beast struggled for its life. "Amitabha, all living beings are equal? Hehe, how can all living beings ever be equal? Buddha crosses sentient beings, how can you cross sentient beings? Buddha crosses sentient beings? Buddha crosses destined people? Alas, Amitabha, you go, I don't want to eat you. After eating you, I have to cross for you, forget it, Amitabha. ”

Kudu Little Buddha let go of his palm, the fierce beast was free, opened his bloody mouth, and bit the bald head of Kudu Little Buddha into his mouth, salivating like rain, fishy like fire, and his teeth entered the flesh and bones for three points.

"Amitabha, if I am a mortal, you have torn me apart, the so-called sacrificing one's body to feed demons, it turns out that I have to feed them, or I just feed them with a false body, where is my Buddha? What is my Buddha?" With the change of the little Buddha's mind, the teeth of the fierce beast were broken, and the fierce beast was still struggling to pounce and bite. The little Buddha walked forward, with a fierce beast that shook its head and tail and kept biting. The other three followed, and it was not surprising that it was possible for the little monk to do anything.

"Amitabha, why don't you know how to advance or retreat, you said I don't want to eat you, you go, we have no fate, we have no fate, you hang on to me, and you have no fate, let's go! The beast opened its crimson eyes, reluctantly and helplessly let go of the little monk's bald head, roared a few times in hatred, turned and jumped away into the depths of the jungle.

"Why?" Zhai San asked.

"Amitabha, why not? I already have no life, so why bother to provoke a slightly spiritual female beast. Immeasurable Tianzun, whether you eat it or accept it, you have to take care of a few little fierce beasts that don't know where it came from, you are stupid to be a little Buddha!"

"Do you have affection for me?" asked Wuming.

"Little Buddha, I am full of spirituality, of course I have affection. No life, you are different from the fierce beast, it is ruthless to me, but I want to find a support, I do not hesitate to commit a crime with my life, the bet is right, it has landed, and several of its little fierce beasts have landed. The bet was wrong, but it was just a few rotten teeth, and it would soon grow back anyway. Hehe, Amitabha, a beast is also scheming with me. Hey. Amitabha, little Buddha, I was wrong, I shouldn't despise it, it is a beast after all, a life, Amitabha, the little monk is in the picture. She's just a little spiritual beast, all beings are equal? All beings are equal!"

Wanhualuo's mind moves slightly, and the little monk has great wisdom. "You can hide it from the three scum, you can't hide it from me. "Ten thousand flowers fall into the dark.

He clearly saw that the moment the little monk let go of the beast's mouth, a drop of bright red blood flew out of his ear and entered the beast's mouth. You've finally given her a chance. Yuan, hehe, Yuan? Wanhualuo knew that when the fierce beast pounced on the little monk, he was really ready to eat it, and at that moment, Wanhualuo really felt the little monk's murderous intent, very light, very soft. When the little monk saw the slightly shriveled room of the female beast, the killing machine turned into Buddha nature, is this human nature, nature, or Buddha nature? You broke off a few of her teeth and gave her a drop of Buddha blood, but you can really cause and effect?

Wan Hualuo acted as he pleased, and he rarely had in-depth thinking from a mundane perspective.

Everyone continued to move forward, and the little Buddha was still a vegetarian and did not kill. Until one day, he picked up half of the beasts that had died not long ago, and roasted them with great interest.

The three of them couldn't resist the temptation of the fragrance, so the little Zen master gave each of them a piece, and half of the beast was eaten clean.

Since then, the little Buddha has one more errand: barbecue, no life, the best and most fragrant meat to no life, this is the agreement of the three men.

Wanhualuo and the three scum of the beast search process, from the beginning of killing, slowly changing the way, to the final search for dying or dead beasts, from killing to fighting to finding, their thoughts and ideas gradually change their behavior.

As long as there is meat, the little Buddha always roasts meat peacefully and justly. For more than ten years, the four people rarely spoke, including the little Buddha and Wulife, everyone walked in the wilderness, thinking about their own ways, thinking about the poverty under their feet, thinking about the wilderness in their sight, and thinking about their hearts with their hearts.

There is no end to poverty, and there is a head in the wilderness, and it will eventually go away under your feet. Even if we look back, poverty is no longer poverty, and the wilderness is no longer the wilderness.

They finally reached the densely populated metropolis. The four of them found a small abandoned temple to settle down. Then he began to carry the big bowl around the 'edge'. The little Buddha is okay with lifelessness, a true monk and a woman. But the three scum and Wanhualuo are very bad, two strong men, with shiny hair, dressed luxuriously, without hoops, not a walker, not a head tuo, not a monk, not a word of Buddha.

"It seems that life is much better than 'me', what kind of 'fate' do you have?" Most people just look at them indifferently and ignore them. A small number of people who have seen through the world will sneer and sneer: "If you are not lame, your hands are not crippled, you are a liar!" A very small number of well-wishers persuaded: "If you are young, find some work to do! Where can you not find a bowl of rice to eat? It is better than begging!"

In the evening, the three scum and Wanhualuo returned home hungry. Seeing that the little Buddha was facing upwards with his five hearts up, meditating and practicing peacefully and uprightly, fiddling with thorns without his life.

"Why?" Wanhualuo asked.

"Amitabha, the donor already has the answer, so why bother asking! If you have a fire in your heart, you can go and burn and loot. ”

"Hmph, mere mortals. ”

"Amitabha, mortals are also human beings and lives. You are higher than them, you can disagree, but you ...... Alas!"

"Tomorrow continues!"

"Amitabha. ”

The three scum and Wanhualuo have no food for three days, and they can eat at least one full meal every day, and the little Buddha has only one day without fate.

On the evening of the fourth day, the three scum and Wanhualuo happily broke into the small temple, and when they saw that the little Buddha happened to be there, they handed their bowl to the little Buddha in front of him, and there were three steamed buns in each bowl. The faces of the two are full of satisfaction for getting a baby against the sky.

"Why?" asked the little Buddha this time.

The three scum and Wanhualuo trembled at the same time, yes, why? The three steamed buns that they usually disdain make them happy like this?

"Why?" the three scum and Wanhualuo subconsciously muttered almost at the same time.

"Why? Why? Because of steamed buns, because of charity, because of sympathy, because of humanity, because of my harvest, because of the praise of the little monk, because of what?"