Difficult words have three tones.

difficulty

misery

Difficult, ancient witch dance.

The third tone is the same as the ancient ritual of exorcising plagues and ghosts, and this sound rarely appears in today's society.

The most commonly used is generally the first sound, such as, difficult, no wonder, no wonder.

There are also said that it is not easy, it is laborious to do and it is impossible to do, which makes people feel difficult, if it is inevitable, it is difficult to protect. The last layer of meaning is to directly say that it is not good, such as ugly and ugly.

Compared with the first and third tones, the use of the second tone in modern society is more subtle.

The second sound has three uses, one of which is calamity, affliction, such as calamity, distress.

Second, grudges, such as resolving difficulties.

Third, interrogation, such as making trouble, reproaching.

In modern society, the use of the second tone is rarely encountered in developed countries. However, it doesn't matter if it's a natural disaster or a man-made disaster. It's inevitable.

Once used, it may be a shadow that cannot be erased for a lifetime.

Hell is empty, and evil spirits are on earth.

Demons on earth are sometimes more frightening and chilling than the ghosts in hell. They do things that have no bottom line, they only want to satisfy themselves, and they don't think about the consequences of their actions.

The temple elder and the monk Yifeng fantasized in their hearts, whether it was a white bone forest or a black ghost, they all turned into human bodies when they approached the two.

The bones and skeletons turned into ragged men, their eyes filled with greed and desire. The black geyser became men in military uniforms, and they had nothing but fanatical and tyrannical emotions.

The man in military uniform pressed his bayonet against the back of Monk Yifeng, and kept roaring in an angry tone. However, at this time, the monk Yifeng was unmoved, and kept chanting the Buddhist beads in his hand that turned from the Buddhist scriptures in his mouth.

It was his indifference that stimulated the man with a spear and bayonet in his hand, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore, and began to hit the back of the head of Monk Yifeng with the butt of the spear.

Once, again, and so on.

Bright red blood began to permeate, starting from the back of the head and back, flowing on the cyan stone slabs into dark red rain. Monk Yifeng was hit on the bluestone slab in his mouth, but the man in military uniform still refused to give up, or rather, the bright red blood had already stimulated his tyrannical emotions, and he seemed to have become addicted. I want to see more red blood splattered on my body.

Red blood began to intertwine with his yellow-green military uniform.

On the other hand, the situation of the temple elder is also not comfortable.

The men in ragged clothes, their bodies were emaciated, and through their clothes you could see the bones covered in their skin. It was supposed to be pitiful, but it became more and more terrifying because they couldn't hide it in their eyes, or the desire to hide it at all. Their thin fingers, like goblin claws, began to tear at the clothes, skin, and flesh of their elders.

Clothes, skin, flesh and blood, the men ate the spoils they had torn in their mouths with the most greedy food, as if they had been given a great delicacy.

Eventually, the old man's clothes had been removed, and his skin had turned red flesh, and white bones could even be seen in several places. But even so, these demons were not yet happy, and the sound of their laughter kept coming out of their mouths. It's like exchanging which piece of meat is the most delicious and delicious.

The temple elder was still sitting cross-legged, and the skin on his face was already without a piece of good meat. However, it didn't show a little pain at all, like a wooden and stone statue.

However, those evil ghosts didn't care about you, and pounced on Si Si again, and directly began to bite his flesh with their mouths. Dark red blood was already sprinkled all over the temple, and scattered pieces of flesh fell to the ground, and behind him was a statue of Buddha with a look of pity on his face, just as it had been many years ago.

He was just watching, watching, not knowing whether he was pitying the temple elder who was torn flesh and blood or the evil ghosts who ate human flesh and blood.

Soon, the flesh turned into white bones, the internal organs were pulled out, the white bone arm was broken, and the bone marrow inside was frantically sucked by the man. In the end, there was nothing left.

But is there really nothing left?

"No, you're not right." The monk Yifeng, who was beaten to the ground, had a breath of residual breath and looked at the hellish scene in the Buddha hall. So muttered to himself.

"It's not you at all, isn't it~"

The words fell - in the Buddhist hall, a woman appeared in the position where the old man of the temple was staying.

Her purple hair was a flaming orange at the ends, and she was dressed in a single garment with a transparent jade complexion. Her eyes were closed, and her delicate countenance was filled with despair.

"桀桀~"

The demons began to laugh, they began to revel, they began to enjoy, the enjoyment of the wicked alone. As many years ago, they were refugees on the verge of starvation, and hunger was the straw that crushed reason. Killing people, eating meat, and enjoying the wonderful taste of other people's wives and daughters, this kind of joy of falling under the Nine Springs is the first time in their lives to feel.

So, I became addicted.

The richer the family, the more food they collect, the more money they have, the more women ... It's even more beautiful. But there are also some who don't know what to do, so they like to die in front of them, stab themselves in the lower abdomen with a knife, and look at them with horror and resentment before they die.

But, so what?

They have seen a lot of such eyes for a long time.

They continued to scavenge through everything, and then found a treasured woman. Her skin is as white as snow in the coldest time, and her delicate appearance is more beautiful than any woman in her dreams. Because of this beauty, they could not come forward for a while, until their leader took the woman back to their station.

In a ruined temple, the leader said that this woman would be their prize in the future, and whoever killed more people would enjoy this woman.

And tonight, he's going to enjoy it alone.

A huge bonfire was raised, the looted wine began to overflow, and meat was hung on the fire, horse meat, pork, beef, or human flesh? Who knows, it doesn't make much difference for them anyway.

They laughed wildly as they eavesdropped on the movements in the chief's room, hoping to see the beautiful woman's painful wails come out.

Unfortunately, there was only the sound of the leader's grinning and the sound of the cloth being torn.

There was some boredom, but they still listened with great interest, and at the same time snooped a little bit. Then, suddenly, a howl was heard.

However, the voice was a man's voice.

Before they could react, they saw the fairy-like woman break through the dilapidated wooden door and run towards the banquet hall where everyone had gathered.

"Catch her for me!!"

Their leader covered his eyes with his hands, and on top of them was a precious golden hairpin.

"Oooh!"

The robbers reacted and tried to chase the woman. However, what they saw next was a beauty that they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

The woman seemed to be flying in the air, and threw herself into a huge bonfire before anyone could react.

Her snow-white skin was charred, her long waterfall-like hair was burned in an instant, and the woman was silent, as if she had just been taken in by their leader, even in the fire, silent, silent, and then a pile of dry bones remained.

"Fuck, I'm just getting addicted." These were the last unwilling words of the leader with his pants.

In fact, the woman was humiliated in the end, and then committed suicide by throwing herself into the fire.

Ironically, suicidal souls cannot be thrown into samsara on this land, but can only wander in this world and then dissipate into the world.

Perhaps this land is stained with too much blood after all, and the woman's soul is attracted by this resentment and becomes a powerful ghost in this land.

The evil ghosts of the Buddha did not cross and began to kill the wicked, and the robbers died one by one in the nightmare of the night.

But what's the use of that?

I'm still dead.

The maiden, dressed in red, came to her humiliated room, where the dead leader hanged herself. The girl turned her back to the corpse and looked at the Buddha statue on it.

She doesn't love Tang poetry, nor does she love scarlet sentences, but she loves Buddhist scriptures from the East. It talks about suffering, it talks about letting go, it says putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha on the ground, it says emptiness, and it says that all sentient beings are suffering.

She didn't understand it before.

I still don't understand.

She stood in front of the Buddha for a hundred years.

Over the course of a hundred years, the dilapidated temple was renovated and became a new temple. There was a time when it was prosperous, and then it was ruined again by war.

The position she was standing in was the same, and no one could disturb her. I've seen monks chanting words of compassion, I've seen people abandon babies here, and I've seen pedestrians take shelter from the rain.

She was still standing there.

However, I still don't understand it.

The temple gradually disappeared, and the temple became her. Looking at the desolation in front of her, she began to walk aimlessly, walking. So far, she seems to understand something, but she doesn't understand anything.

Then, looking at the monk in front of her, there were hungry ghosts who wanted to bully her again, and they were peeling off her clothes. She was unmoved, just looked at the Yifeng monk in front of her and asked:

"Do you understand?"

"Poor monk, I don't understand." Monk Yifeng shook his head.

"Yes~"

The woman lowered her eyebrows, and the red blood slowly gathered together, as if the nightmare of the robbers in the middle of the night had played out again.

"Anyway, my favorite dish is roasted pork with potatoes." Monk Yifeng said with a smile.

"Huh?"

The woman looked up, and the scene around Monk Yifeng changed again. A few of them wore gray uniforms, or rather, they could not be said to be military uniforms, but they were just military uniforms sewn from a few coarse cloth clothes. Just a few people showed up to drive away the man who had been beating him, and then brought him a bowl of potato roast meat with a smile.

Monk Yifeng took it with a smile.

He looked at the people in gray coarse cloth and military uniforms who were eating coarse grains, and they seemed to be smiling, and they seemed to be eating the delicacies of the world.

Monk Yifeng looked down at the potato roast meat in front of him and was silent for a long time, but the hunger in his stomach made him unable to refuse to eat. Salty and bitter tears flowed from his eyes, mixed with the potatoes and roasted meat, and he cried as he ate the food.

The world has changed, and the scenery behind Monk Yifeng has changed again, and the original golden rice fields have become barren. He looked at the mountain of bones, and he was overwhelmed.

Looking, watching, he cried and cried, and suddenly said, "Potato roast will always appear." ”

Then he started wandering, wandering in different places, walking through the mountains, walking through the cities, and he would help those who could help. In the end, he ended up with a fate that was about to die.

"Will the potato roast show up?"

He laughed and fell.

Luckily, he was rescued by a monk from the mountains. The monk asked him what he thought, and he said without hesitation:

"I hope everyone in this world can eat potato roast meat."

The old monk was stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing, laughing very happily.

"What about you?"

Monk Yifeng didn't know when a bowl of braised pork with potatoes appeared in his hand and put it in front of the woman.

"After walking through the world, there is always something to love."

"I ......"

The woman paused, looking at the dish in front of her. The corners of his mouth suddenly hooked a smile, which really looked like the dish made by that person~

Sometimes they were carried to the Taoist temple to eat, and it was very lively at that time, and every time he came out with a huge round table. It was full of dishes and drinks, and then the meal was opened, and in an instant the people at the table seemed to start a fight and grabbed the food. Like a child.

。。。。。。。

"Temple Elder, I'm really sorry." At the end of the training camp, on the eve of the fight. The man came to his room with a drink and sat casually in front of him, his face full of apologies.

"Let you fight such a meaningless fight."

The temple elder who came back to his senses from the bright moon turned his head, still smiling skillfully, and said, "It's okay, it's okay, just pay the rent." Bothering you for so long is just the right thing for me to do my old bones. ”

The man seemed to have known that he would say this, smiled, poured a sip of wine, and said, "If there is any danger in tomorrow's fight, I hope you can admit defeat." ”

Holding the wine glass in his hand, he raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Oh, this is not like what you would say, Xiaoyou." ”

The man smiled without explanation.

"Since Xiaoyou can see it so openly, why do you have to fight this time in the first place?" The temple elder asked.

"yes, for what?"

The man shook his body, as if he was also a little confused, but he suddenly looked at the bright moon in the sky. He smiled, as if he was proud, and in his smile he pointed to the bright moon in the sky and said:

"In order to be able to get drunk under the moon, there is no burden."

"Uh." The temple elder was a little speechless.

But the man smiled and said: "Before he died, since Lao Dao wanted Taoism to prevail in this land, then I agreed, since he wanted the shrine to be demolished, I also agreed, and my teachers wanted to realize what kind of wish they seemed to want to achieve, then I also agreed."

However, it was too tiring, too tired.

I'm so tired that I can only keep moving forward, moving forward, it's hard to get drunk when I want to~"

The man took another sip of wine and said, "But people don't live for themselves when they walk in the world, I have already seen this, but there is nothing wrong with living for the people around you, is it?" ”

He sat up from the tatami mat, his eyes seemed to be shining, and he smiled very proudly and brightly. As if showing off something, he said:

"Because, I like them very much~"