"Master, do you have to go?"

A little monk knocking on the wooden fish lowered his head and asked.

"You have to go as a teacher."

A white-robed monk with a resolute face smiled and rubbed the little monk's head.

"That'...... Can you come back alive?" The little monk raised his head and asked softly.

The white-robed monk restrained his smile, he didn't want to deceive the little monk, so he said seriously: "Mo Youjiu is dead, after all, the Heavenly Pillar Demon God in the Demon Domain is not a fuel-efficient lamp." ”

The little monk seemed to be about to cry: "But ...... But didn't you teach me that a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall? You also said that those who practice Buddhism should cherish their lives and cherish their lives! ”

"These teachers know this, but Tang Xiaozang, Buddhism is just Buddhism after all, what you do and the path you take should not be determined by these illusory Dharma, but should follow your heart." The white-robed monk turned his head, as if looking into the ethereal distance: "If this thing can be done, then even if the war inevitably breaks out in the end, Kyushu will be able to kill many people." ”

"......"

The little monk couldn't go on, not because he couldn't find an explanation, but because he knew in his heart that no matter how many reasons he found, he couldn't dissuade his master from turning back.

"Tang Xiaozang, if you can't come back for the teacher, remember to pick up firewood and boil water every day, and remember to copy the Diamond Sutra every day, these trivial things are all practice, even if the teacher is not there, you must not be lazy."

The white-clothed monk just explained some ordinary trivial things, and after taking a deep look at the little monk, he turned around and chose to leave, as if he was just going to do some trivial things and would come back soon.

Only the little monk and the white-clothed monk knew in their hearts that this side was likely to be goodbye.

After the white-clothed monk disappeared from the sight of the little monk, he finally couldn't suppress his sad feelings, and cried out in pain.

At this time, an old man in monk clothes appeared behind the little monk, and his palm as dry as a tree branch gently rested on the little monk's arm.

The old man in the monk's uniform had no way to comfort him, because he could understand the surging sadness in his heart.

The little monk has been an orphan since he was a child, and after being adopted by the two Zen monasteries, he has been following the white-clothed monk, and has long regarded the latter as a close relative.

"Grandpa Abbot, is it okay for you to stop my master, don't let him go......" The little monk said with tears streaming down his face: "He will die......"

Hearing the last four words, even the old man in the monk's robe pinched his heart fiercely, and he slowly said in a dry voice: "I let him go." ”

The little monk was stunned and asked very puzzled: "Why, didn't the abbot's grandfather say that Jiang Ziya is a bad person, why is he still ......?"

The old man in the monk's uniform sighed slightly, among them, it was another old story.

Jiang Ziya, who was at the beginning, has not been removed from the Jixia School Palace, and is still one of the four sages of Jixia.

But at that time, for the revival and rise of the human race, he had already done many things that violated the way of heaven.

At that time, the old man in monk clothes, as the abbot of the Liangzen Temple, couldn't look down on Jiang Ziya's all-encompassing actions for the rise of the human race, so he personally came to the Jixia School Palace to talk about Buddhism with him.

Jiang Ziya didn't have the interest to talk to him about Buddhism, but took him directly to a mountain range infested with monsters.

He pointed to a black wolf that had just broken through the realm of the Demon King, turned to the old man in monk clothes and asked, "Elder, can you help me kill this demon beast?"

The old man in monk clothes shook his head and did not choose to move: "The Buddha has the virtue of a good life, and all things have their own way, and you must not kill innocents indiscriminately." ”

Jiang Ziya smiled and did not speak.

Three days later, the demon wolf left the Demon Beast Mountain Range and broke directly into a human village, with more than 100 people in the village, none of whom were spared.

And all this is naturally deliberately arranged by Jiang Ziya.

The old man in the monk's uniform looked at the tragic situation in the village, his eyes were extremely red, but Jiang Ziya said with a smile in his ear: "Elder, three days ago, I asked you to kill the demon wolf, you didn't do it, now more than 100 people in the whole village have all died under the mouth of the demon wolf, you say that the Buddha has the virtue of a good life, it is rare that these more than 100 people should die innocent?"

"Elder, you say...... Should these more than 100 lives be counted on you?"

Jiang Ziya asked lightly, the old man in monk clothes was speechless for a while, his body trembled uncontrollably, and his heart was full of remorse......

He couldn't influence Jiang Ziya at all, because he was a man with great faith and a rock-solid heart.

That time, the old man in monk clothes just saw how unscrupulous Jiang Ziya could be in order to achieve his goals.

But Jiang Ziya was not influenced by it, and he was not persuaded by Jiang Ziya's sophistry, and after returning to the Liangchan Temple, the old man in the monk suit directly announced a temple rule, as long as he is still alive, Jiang Ziya is not allowed to step into the temple gate of the Liangchan Temple for half a step!

Remembering this abruptly, the old man in monk clothes sighed slightly: "People, there is no distinction between good and bad, what they do is good or bad, even if it is a heinous villain, there will be a time when you have good intentions to save your next life." ”

"But don't worry, good and evil will be rewarded in the end, your master Jiren has his own natural appearance, and he will be fine."

The little monk finally stopped crying and stood in place with red eyes.

The old man in monk clothes closed his eyes and said slowly: "Go ahead, go and ring the Buddha bell in the main hall and practice for your master." ”

…………

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" ……

The dull and majestic bell rang, eighteen times slowly, eighteen times faster, three times, for a total of one hundred and eight times.

Buddhism believes that people have one hundred and eight kinds of afflictions in a year, and the bell rings one hundred and eight times, which means that all the afflictions in the world are eliminated.

Countless pilgrims stopped their movements and listened reverently to the ringing of the bell in their ears.

And Jiang Ziya is still like a stone sculpture, quietly waiting in front of the temple gate.

Zhang Liang stepped forward in a few steps and said softly, "Master, the bell has ringed." ”

At this moment, a white-clothed monk stepped out of the temple gate, at this moment it was the rising sun, and the morning light sprinkled on the monk's white clothes, which was particularly dazzling and dazzling.

The white-clothed monk kept walking, and between his body and Jiang Ziya, he said lightly: "Let's go." ”

Shoulder everything, fist the original heart.

The white-clothed monk raised his head, only to feel that the morning sun was warm and the sun was shining.

On this day, the Buddha bell of the two Zen temples rang one hundred and eight times.

On this day, the dragon elephant holy monk Bodhidharma went out of the temple in white clothes!

(End of chapter)