Sure enough, it's a tripod!

I saw a fist-sized three-legged tripod placed on the tray... Well, can this also be called Ding? It seems that the ancients used this kind of vessel when they drank wine and worshiped the heavens.

It turns out that it is the treasure of this time! It doesn't look like anything special, but judging from the rust, it's really an old antique.

Jing Shu's team watched from a short distance, but they were still vigilant, secretly, there were already several sniper rifles aimed at them, and the snake spirit had already asked his little Taiban to release the poison, and when the time came, either their bullets would shoot first, or they would be poisoned by the snake first and would not be able to shoot the bullets.

But until the bet is over, both sides are safe for the time being.

Then I saw the monk looking at the mouth, his eyes were a little moist, and he saluted the rich monk and said: "I was young and ignorant and frivolous, and I had no devotion to faith.

Venerable Yuantong, five years ago, can you talk to me about sacrificing your life and offering the relics of the Buddha? ”

It turns out that the Dharma name of the rich monk is Yuantong..

Then I saw Master Yuantong clasping his hands together and saluting:

"If the little master comes today, he will greatly increase his Taoism; If one has the intention to attain the three bodhisattvas of the three bodhisattvas, he can make offerings to the stupa with his fingers or even one finger of his feet, and it is better to offer to the wife of the country and the treasures of the mountains, forests, rivers and pools of the three thousand lands. ”

It turned out that his little monk was called a monk.

After each saluted, the two sides sat cross-legged on the ground, and then reopened the bet of five years ago in the presence of the host, while Gen Yuantong showed his hand with two fingers missing.

Under the shocked looks of Jing Shu and the others, the oil was burned to the Buddha, that is, the candle that burned like a candle in the dim sky, and the sound of occasionally bursting grease sounded, and even the black people who watched the excitement died down, and they couldn't believe it, this is the fighting method of Buddhism?

This Nima is clearly self-harming!

The two monks clasped their hands together and watched as the oiled fingers began to burn.

Jingshu seems to have seen the scene five years ago, Master Yuantong sat in the temple and sacrificed himself to burn fat, while the little monk ran away.

The expression of the little monk was compassionate and firm, and beads of sweat from beans flowed down, and he began to read the scriptures in his mouth, frowning tightly, with a painful look on his face.

Venerable Yuantong's expression was still without sorrow or joy, "If you don't burn your body, arms, and fingers to support the Buddhas, you are not a monk." ”

"Master Yuantong, today the little monk came to sacrifice himself to burn fat, just to win you and get back what belongs to Huaxia."

Venerable Yuantong shook his head, looking obsessed: "As a disciple of the Buddha, you should sacrifice your body, burn your fingers, burn your arms, and burn your top to support the Buddhas and stupas, so that you can eliminate the sinful karma of the past world and get supreme blessings in the future." ”

"However, the things in the scriptures are popular, and you are still persuaded to make offerings, not to mention all the surplus foreign wealth! …… However, all living beings are happy to see it, and it is appropriate to burn their arms to make offerings. The little monk gritted his teeth and said.

Jingshu stroked her chin, hmm.. What are you talking about? Is there a translation?

Fortunately, the universal language Lingling explained:

"Venerable Yuantong is in favor of the act of sacrificing one's body to burn fat, believing that this can lead to the attainment of the Tao and eliminate sinful karma. What the monk means is that if you want to follow the Bodhisattva's actions and take extreme austerities, you have to consider whether you can get the most benefit from doing so, and he opposes such extreme actions, and he is here just to prove himself and win the bet and get back the tripod. ”

The two sides launched a fierce discussion on Buddhism, and a sentence of difficulty and obscurity came out of their mouths, if it were not for the Lingling explanation, Jingshu's scumbag would not understand, and after a trip to the country, Jingshu began to doubt life, even if she couldn't understand foreign languages, now she couldn't even understand Chinese.

Wait, there's one thing that's a little bit serious.

"This discussion of the Dharma is not over, and if no party admits defeat... Does it have to keep burning? ”

Jingshu asked, although she was shocked at first, she was still calm in the end, a doctor with 100 contribution points at a time is not in vain, as long as she doesn't die, she can save people.

In Jingshu's mind, the two of them bet that no matter if you stab me or me, or the Shaolin Lion's Roar, the Copper Sand Palm, the Thousand Jin Gate or something, they will not die, but now these two people have played the trick of burning themselves from my fingers...

Yang Yang squinted his eyes and nodded, "So, you have to prepare for Plan B." ”

"Will the monk die?"

"I don't know, maybe."

"There is always one who is going to die, either Yuantong or quit masturbation, maybe both of them will go to Elysium."

Everyone fell silent, it turned out that it was not easy to simply watch from the side, and they watched the most hard-working teammates who had been together for several months, but today they were going to be burned alive, Jingshu was a bit like sitting on pins and needles.

How long does it take to burn a person completely? The kind of fire that cremated only takes about an hour, and it is painless, but now, a little bit of burning, a little bit of cell necrosis into ashes, and the pain of level 12 is like a thousand arrows piercing your heart to stop you, this is the pain that the monk is suffering at the moment.

And it's the kind of person who has to look at yourself from a whole person, slowly burning out your fingers, palms, arms...

The little monk must be more painful than the pain, because the idea of the Yuantong master is that he is going to the Elysian World, and he is willing to sacrifice his life for it, and his belief is so unwavering.

But the monk's original intention was to resist, he was being tortured alive, the torment and fear in his heart were more than the physical body, Jingshu suddenly didn't know how the monk came over these days, and how much courage he mustered to come to the United States.

Let's briefly describe the mentality of the two of them: Master Yuantong is sitting in the business seat of the plane that is about to crash at the moment, he has bought hundreds of millions of insurance, even if the plane crashes and he dies, he can get several times the compensation; On the other hand, the little monk is in the economy class of the plane that is about to crash at the moment, and he has not bought a penny of insurance... The only thing you can do is pray for a safe landing.

That's where mindset comes in.

The passage of time is difficult for Jing Shu and others, let alone for monks, and every second of pain will be prolonged and magnified countless times.

One finger burned out quickly, and the host only added a little oil to slow down the burning speed, so that the Buddhist disciples could make more devout offerings to the Buddhas.

Watching the lively black people gradually withdraw from this seemingly non-contentious but strange and quiet competition, they felt the horror of the hairs standing up, the Chinese are too terrible.