Qingling Country, Tianyuan County, night.

This year, the snowflakes are particularly large, the weather is cold, people hide in their homes early to bake the stove and chat, and occasionally there will be a watchman on the street knocking on the bell to tell the time.

A thin child rushed out of the snow-lit night, stumbling down the empty street, his eyes were full of hatred at the moment, and blood was dripping from his arms while walking, but he didn't know why he fell to this point.

Behind him came the sound of horses' hooves, and the child knew that his enemies would soon catch up with him, but there were strange houses everywhere. Holding his arms up, he tried to burrow into the gap in the house next to him, but the horse, which was still a little distance just now, seemed to have crossed space and time, and with the sound of "Herod", the child was brutally knocked into the air.

The man on the horse seemed to be still angry, and while the child was still in the air, he kicked his legs hard, flew up from the horse, and kicked the child twice in the abdomen.

Like a rag, the child floated in the air for more than ten meters before falling to the ground, and the blood sprayed all the way as if it was dying, and the scarlet blood dripped on the ground to form a little red hollow.

The man seemed to refuse to give up, and walked down the blood-colored path towards the child, when the man's companion arrived. A handsome boy hurriedly dismounted and came to this man's side, stopped the man, and gently advised: "No, the king only secretly confessed that he wanted to kill his parents, we can't go too far on the surface, otherwise that person's prestige will definitely provoke a popular uprising." If it gets to that point, blame it, and no one will save you. “

The man spat at the ground disdainfully, scolded and said, "Count him as good luck." "This kid was knocked into the air and ate you, don't you know the weight of your feet? An adult strong man can't lie down for ten days and a half months after eating your foot, not to mention that this is just a child who has not yet practiced martial arts. The boy smiled and said, "Let's go, go back, it's better for this body to be found by the city guards, and it's inconvenient for us to participate." “

The good words persuaded the man to get on the horse, and the two rode away slowly, but they did not notice that the child lying on the snow showed a hateful face stained with blood.

Fifteen years later, the Qingling Kingdom, the distant land of the western border.

As the frontier of the empire, the Slama Desert has always been a forbidden area for death, and the Qingling Kingdom has not set up any military strongholds here, because it is not necessary. The desert has no one knowing its borders, and from time to time the sand waves and the wind blows fiercely.

Walking in the harsh desert, one day you lose your direction completely, and on the third day you will hallucinate, mirages and only the occasional passing animal will accompany you. On the seventh day, if you have enough water, good stamina, and the right path, you will reach the first water source recorded on the map, and the only accurate water source known to the sandfolk who have been haunting the neighborhood for many years.

One day, at noon, a bald young man with a bare upper body came out of the desert, his bronzed skin was very eye-catching, but there was no one nearby. The most surprising thing is that this person has nothing in his hands, and everyone in the vicinity knows that if you don't bring enough water into the desert, it means going to die, and you don't know how this person did it.

After the bald man walked out of the desert, he looked up at the sun above his head, carefully identified the next direction, and began to stride forward. When he walked in the Gobi Desert, he walked like flying, but he did not have shoes on his feet, he walked bare feet on the bare rocks. The sharp edges and scorching heat took a frown and a hint of sweat into his face, as if these were just a piece of cake for him.

After running rapidly for a few hours, after the sun in the sky was sinking in the west, with the last rays of light, a small dilapidated temple finally appeared in the man's field of vision, and he breathed a sigh of relief, slowed down, and stopped in front of the temple gate, and the last ray of light between heaven and earth finally disappeared.

There was a respectful knock on the door, and the man pushed it open. In the temple was an old monk, sitting on a strangely shaped stool by the campfire, on which a huge scorpion came from nowhere, and the tail of the scorpion was thrown aside, even in the light of the fire.

After seeing the bald man come in, the old monk didn't make any noise, still concentrating on roasting scorpions. The man didn't care, he quietly walked in and closed the temple door, but the strange thing was that there was no light leaking out of the door, and the thin door panel blocked the other world.

Respectfully came to the old monk opposite him, sat down cross-legged, folded his hands, closed his eyes, and waited quietly for the old monk to speak.

I don't know how long it took, but the two sat quietly opposite each other until the scorpion meat was cuffed and a burnt smell came. The young man finally opened his eyes and said respectfully, "Master, the meat is paste." He closed his eyes again. After a long time, the scorching paste became bigger and bigger, the smoke was loud, and the scorching smell was still expressionless.

Suddenly, as if he finally realized that the meat was paste, the old monk's arm swung hard, and the burnt meat on the wooden stick was all gone with that flick, leaving only the white scorpion meat, which exerted an amazing fragrance, but the young man still had an indifferent expression, even if his nose did not twitch the slightest because of the aroma.

The old monk threw the stick into the sky, and the flesh of the white flower rolled in the air and then all entered his mouth, which did not look big, and stretched out his tongue to lick the oil flower on the side of his lips, and burped, and then remembered the man on the other side of the fire. Immediately regained his sanctimonious appearance as a monk who had attained the Tao, and said lightly: "Apprentice, when did you come?" "The disciple has been here for a while, and when he saw that the master was in a fugue, it was inconvenient to disturb him, so he waited here. “

"Huide, Huide, why did you give your teacher such a legal name?" the old monk suddenly became stern.

"Wisdom is the hope that the disciples will have wisdom, can seek good fortune and avoid misfortune, and be safe and stable; virtue is the virtue of having a good life, the virtue of treating people and things, and the virtue of establishing a life. “

"Do you think you've done it?" The old monk asked again.

"The disciple can't do it, I'm sorry, master. Monk Huide resolutely returned, "For the sake of children, knowing the grievances of their parents is not washed away, which is not a human virtue; For the sake of children, the enemy of the family cannot be avenged, and it is not the wisdom of people; for the sake of children, it is not human to live and live a good life, but it is not a human disciple, and it cannot be done. “

"Alas," the old monk sighed, "it's the old man's fault, he shouldn't have told you in the first place, and he shouldn't have taught you martial arts, but he let the hatred ferment in your heart for so many years." Now you have a Buddha in your heart, but you are a demon Buddha, a Buddha of hatred, if you really can't let go, then go. I know that you have been preparing for this day for too long, and I can't stop you, heaven and earth and parents, these are the three major respects. But you also have to remember a few things for me.

"First, the precepts of Buddhism, our faction does not abstain from alcohol, meat, or sex, but abstain from killing, and I do not allow you to kill without recklessness. But Buddhism also has angry eyes, and those who kill people will always kill them. No matter how great the wicked are, no one who kills before us is evil. Putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha on the ground is really the thousand-year-old rule of my Buddhism.

"Second, save someone's life, and win the seventh-level floating slaughter. Saving people from the sea of suffering, this rule must not be forgotten. Even if it is a wicked person, you need to save his life, Amitabha, good and good, knowing that mistakes can be corrected, and good is great. There is a great terror between life and death, which can teach people to change their minds.

"Third, Lao Ge will only wait for you here for three years, and today, three years later, if you can't wait for you, Lao Ge will leave on his own, and you will no longer call yourself a Buddhist, and Lao Ge will no longer have you as an apprentice. If you come back, Lao Wei will take you back to my Buddha Sect Da Lei Yin Temple, often accompanied by the Green Lantern Ancient Buddha, and get the fruit position early, and go to the West Heaven Elysium. “

Monk Huide stood up and took a step back, leaving enough space, bowed down, and the whole person fell to the ground, and said loudly: "The disciple knows." Then he stood up, pushed open the temple door, and walked into the vast night, leaving only a long sigh in the ancient temple, "Idiot."