In the Buddhist hall, the old monk took the letter and sat on the soft floor and watched.

Outside, the sound of birdsong was bursting, and in the Buddhist hall, the smoke of incense slowly drifted away.

The letter was short, only one page, a few sentences. But it is also very long, long enough for the old monk to look back on his life. From young and reckless, to middle-aged confusion, and then to the present. So the old monk looked at it for a long time, with memories in his eyes, recalling his life in the handwriting on the letter.

"Fifty-nine years ago, murder and robbery were sinful. ”

Fifty-nine years ago, it was a very distant memory, when he was a twelve-year-old child. If I remember correctly, it was a famine, and his parents were already starving to death on the road. He walked alone, far until he had little strength, and at last, he met the first man on the road.

He begged the man to give him something to eat, but the man did not agree to see him in rags and his dejected appearance, and even saw that he was a child, and took pleasure in beating and scolding him.

The old monk couldn't remember how many times that person had beaten him, he only remembered that at that time, that person scolded him, saying that he was a bastard raised by a son of a son without a father, which made him feel a great resentment in his heart.

So he pulled out the knife from the man's waist and cut the man's throat. Slash, slash, slash.

He had a father and mother, and it was because his parents gave him the last bite of food that he was able to survive.

After a few slashes, he didn't count them, but he knew that the man's neck was completely cut off by him.

He took all the money and food that the man had, and ran into the world.

But since then, he no longer believes in the world.

Entering the world is a sin, this is true, he entered the world, but he became a demon.

"Forty-five years ago, he called himself a ghost, causing chaos in all directions and stirring up the world. ”

Yokoki, that's the name he gave himself after killing the third person.

At that time, he had seen widows who could only do the business of skin and meat in order to feed their children, and that place sang and danced, but it was full of demons and monsters.

He had seen murderers take people's money and eliminate disasters with people, and human life seemed to be less valuable than those copper plates.

He had seen vendors selling women and children along the streets, no different from selling pork.

He has seen beggars beaten and scolded to death and no one cares, and he has seen grass people run over by nobles' carriages and have to pay for them.

He'd seen too much, too much.

He wondered why he couldn't do it since everyone in this world looked like demons. So, he gave himself a name called Heng Ghost, he didn't want to die, he only did what he wanted to do.

When he wanted to kill, he killed. When he wants to indulge in flesh, he will go to the fireworks willow lane.

At that time, he thought that this was what people should be, and that the more fierce and obedient people could enjoy bliss in this world.

"Forty years ago, murder was like hemp, and it was time to fall into Shura forever. ”

In the five years that he called himself a ghost, he did kill a lot, especially when he found that he seemed to be a little better than the average person. If you meet someone who is entangled with him, kill, if you meet someone who gets in his way, kill, if you meet someone who makes him unhappy, kill. As long as he has a little murderous intent in his heart, he will not hesitate to pull out the knife at his waist.

When the eternal fall Shura, he is probably talking about people like him. Indeed, he should fall forever into Shura, and forever fall into the hell of Na Nose and endure the endless suffering of hell.

But on the letterhead, there is no talk of what happened after that.

The things that turned him from a ghost into a human.

Thirty-eight years ago, he was finally wanted everywhere because he had killed too many people and had enemies all over the place. Countless people wanted to kill him, and they formed a team to encircle and suppress him, wanting to cut him with a thousand knives.

He escaped, fought his way out of the siege, and finally fled into a small mountain village in the middle of nowhere. It was a rainy night when he fell covered in blood in front of the only temple in the village.

It was cold on the ground, he lay on his stomach, blood mixed with the rain soaking his cheeks, and he thought he was going to die here, in front of a temple.

However, at this time the door was opened, and it was the abbot of the temple who walked out.

The old abbot helped him, a ghost, into the temple without asking him where he came from, without asking him about his background, or even about his name. He was given food to eat, clothes to dry, and his wounds were healed.

He told the old abbot that he would repay the favor.

So the old abbot asked him the first question.

Why are you hurting like this?

He replied that he had killed a lot of people and provoked the enemies to come to the door, so that it would become like this, and when he returned, he would kill all the enemies.

The old abbot looked at him for a long time, shook his head at him, and tapped his finger on his forehead.

"Obsession, you should put it down, put down the butcher knife. ”

Since then, the old abbot often recited Buddhist scriptures to him when he was recuperating from his injuries, explaining the Buddha's teachings, saying that all people are suffering and should be put down.

Finally, he couldn't stand the old abbot's noise, and he decided to kill him.

Doesn't it say that the world is suffering, then he will let the old abbot ascend to bliss early, which can be regarded as his repayment.

He drew his knife and slashed at the old abbot, but what he didn't expect was that the old abbot held his knife with one hand.

Blood flowed from the abbot's palm, and the abbot sighed and knocked him unconscious.

When he awoke, he was already tied to a pillar, and the old abbot was sitting in front of him.

He smiled bitterly, admitting that he was unlucky, and said to the old host, you can kill me.

But the old abbot didn't kill him, but just made him hungry and recited Buddhist scriptures to him.

For three days and three nights, neither the old abbot nor he had eaten a drop of rice.

He thought that the old abbot wanted to torture himself to death, but he was never afraid of any torture, he waited silently, without saying a word, waiting for himself to be starved to death.

On the night of the third day, he felt like he was about to faint with hunger.

Then the old abbot stood up and walked in front of him.

Is it going to end me, he thought.

However, the old monk did not do anything, only showed a weak smile, stretched out a finger, and tapped it on his forehead.

"Idiot, this time, it's time to put it down. ”

With that, he put a rice ball in his mouth.

He was stunned because at the age of twelve, the year he no longer believed in the human world. His mother, smiling, shoved the last rice ball into his mouth.

Mother was the last person he had ever seen. After that, he never saw a person in this world again.

Until the old abbot gave him the rice ball, he couldn't make a sound, as if he was instinctively swallowing the rice, his eyes were red, and tears flowed.

He was trapped on a pillar and understood, it turned out that this was a human world.

After entering the world as a sin, becoming a horizontal ghost, and falling forever, he saw the appearance of the world, the kind of good thoughts that people should have.

"Sand. ”

The old monk in the Buddhist hall put away the letter paper, and in front of him, the incense burned out, and the incense ashes fell.

He didn't know if the person who sent the letter was his enemy, or which of his enemies it was.

But he understood that the sender had come to kill him. Maybe that's what the Buddha called karma.

The old monk raised his head and smiled at the Buddha hall without Buddha statues.

"It's a good practice. ”