"Hahaha, brothers, good wine, good meat, and good women are waiting for us! Kill! ”

"Kill!"

"It's all Lao Tzu, don't rob any of you with Lao Tzu!"

"you! Whoever grabs it is whoever's is! ”

"Kill!"

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The light of the fire enveloped the once peaceful mountain village, and a group of robbers rushed into the village with a loud shout.

For a moment, the cries of chickens, the barking of dogs, and the cries of women resounded through the dark night sky.

No one knows how long this evil act lasted, no one knows how long this monstrous fire burned, and people know that another small mountain village has been wiped out of the world, and nearly 1,000 villagers have not survived.

But what does this have to do with people? Among the dead people did not have their own relatives, at most they sighed twice when they mentioned it after dinner.

Even if a few enthusiastic young people occasionally stood up to fight for grievances, they were persuaded to go back by their respective elders.

Outside the tavern, a little boy with a completely lifeless face looked at the kind-looking old monk beside him.

"You, will you really help me get revenge?"

The old monk smiled slightly: "Let's go." ”

The little boy took a deep look at the people in the tavern who had taken the tragic slaughter of the village as a talking point, and then turned to follow the old monk who was walking slowly in front of him.

An old man and a young man walked out of this town slowly, the old man kind, the young man full of life and resentment.

···

In front of a cottage where flames were burning everywhere, the little boy looked blankly at the old monk who still had compassion on his face, but he slaughtered the entire cottage with the strength of one person, and he couldn't say a word.

He still remembered the madness of the old monk when he killed people, and his face stained with human blood looked like Shura who had come from the depths of hell.

It's just that no matter how many people he killed, the old monk always had that faint kind smile on his face.

At first, the boy was immersed in the thrill and madness of revenge, and even picked up the short knives dropped by the dead robbers on the ground several times to come forward and kill a few.

However, every time he was stopped by the old monk, the old monk asked him to stay here like this, saying that he didn't want his hands to be stained with sin.

But why did he dirty his hands for the sake of him, a young boy who had never been alive?

The young man looked at the old monk who was constantly fighting, and this question flashed in his heart.

Later, the old monk killed more and more people, and the young man also calmed down from the excitement and pleasure at the beginning, and he didn't know why he felt scared when he watched the scene of rivers of blood.

He began to try to get the old monk to stop, and he said that it was enough, no more killing.

It's just that the old monk didn't answer him this time, and waved the Zen staff in his hand to quickly take away the lives of people one by one, until... Finally, their leader fell to the ground with a pair of big eyes open, and the old monk put away his Zen staff and folded his hands and said a Buddha name.

"You... You... You've killed someone! Killed a lot of people..."

The young man pointed to the old monk covered in blood, and his speech trembled a little.

"Hmm."

The old monk replied lightly, without showing any emotion in the slightest fear of himself shown by the boy.

"You... Aren't you a monk? Monk··· How can a monk kill someone? ”

The boy didn't understand why he was afraid of someone who had avenged his blood for himself, but his legs were shaking involuntarily.

"Because they deserve to die, so I will kill, why not kill one person to save more people?"

The old monk was calm, as if this was the Buddha in his heart.

"But... But..."

The young man couldn't say why for a long time, but the old monk sighed.

"If I become a demon alone, I can cross the world and become a Buddha, which is also worth it."

"Even if the so-called world is only one person?"

"Even if it's just one person!"

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I can't tell whether it's the sunset or the fire that stains the faces of an old man and a young man red, but the blood on the old face is still kind, the clothes on the young body are still clean and not stained with even a little blood, but the face is a little complicated, a little pensive...

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Qingling Temple

Outside the temple gate, the abbot of the old Longzhong pointed at the old monk's nose with an angry face, and there was no longer the slightest appearance of a monk scolding, and there was a group of monks with strange faces standing behind him.

The old monk just listened lightly and didn't open his mouth to defend himself, and the kind smile on his face was still faintly hanging.

However, the young man next to him seemed to be a little unable to listen, and he was about to stand up and speak for the old monk with anger on his face, but he was stopped by the old monk.

The big hands that looked thin seemed to have the strength of a thousand pounds, and no matter how hard the boy struggled, he could never break free even a bit.

Finally, the abbot seemed to be tired of scolding, and he stopped scolding out of breath and began to gasp, and the old monk slowly spoke.

"Senior brother."

"Don't call me Senior Brother! Look at what you've done? A monk who learns from others to punish evil and eliminate evil? So jolly! So comfortable! What a spirit! ”

When the abbot heard the old monk speak, he suddenly interrupted the old monk's words as if he had blown up.

"Yes! You're killing robbers! The people out there are complimenting you! But do you know what that means? You've been for decades..."

"Senior brother!"

The old monk accentuated his tone slightly, interrupting the abbot's words for the first time.

"Humph!"

The abbot glanced at the little boy beside the old monk and did not continue.

"I came back this time in the hope that the temple would remove me from the temple."

The old monk bowed deeply to the abbot.

"You! You! You..."

The abbot seemed to be angry, and pointed to the old monk's nose and said several words in a row.

"Don't think!"

Leaving two words, flicking the robe, the abbot seemed to be planning to leave, the old monk seemed to have expected the abbot's reaction, just shook his head lightly, and opened his mouth to call the abbot.

"There is one more thing, I hope that the senior brother will be fulfilled."

"Humph! Now that you think of me, my senior brother? ”

The abbot seemed to be still angry, and did not even want to turn his head, but the pace of departure stopped.

The old monk turned to face the little boy and looked seriously into the boy's eyes.

"Would you like to escape into the void?"

"Can I stay with you all the time after becoming a monk?"

The little boy tilted his head and asked the old monk a question, but the old monk was stunned for a moment, and then relieved.

"If you are willing to come with me, there is nothing wrong with it, but it is better for you to stay in the temple and follow my senior brother to practice Buddhism."

The boy shook his head firmly.

"My parents and relatives are dead, you avenged me, I only know you in this world, no matter what, please let me stay with you."

Looking at the young man's determined expression, the old monk was speechless for a long time, and then turned to face the abbot for a long time.

"Amitabha, I hope that my senior brother will be fulfilled."

"Hmph, give him all the shaves."

After saying that, the abbot wanted to leave.

"Please also ask the senior brother to send all the items out of the temple gate, and I won't go back to this temple."

The abbot stiffened as he left.

"Give it to him!"

Almost shouted out two words, and then left with the support of the young monk, never looking back...

"Congratulations, senior brother."

The old monk looked at the back of the abbot leaving and bowed deeply.

Watching the bunches of hair falling, the young man had mixed feelings in his heart, and if he was afraid of death, he would never have thought that he would become a monk one day.

When the green silk was gone, he touched his bare head and smiled stupidly, and at this time, the little monk next to him sent a handful of incense.

The old monk stroked the young man's bald head lovingly.

"How many scars would you like to burn?"

"Scarring?"

The young man was a little confused, but just looked at the old monk with a serious face.

"I'll burn a few if you burn a few!"

The old monk was stunned for a moment, then shook his head lightly and smiled.

"It's okay, it's okay, bear with it."

Before he could react, why he said endure it, the boy felt a burning pain in his head.

The arrogance in his heart made the young man quickly grit his teeth to prevent himself from screaming.

One, two, three...

Until the twelve ring scars were formed, the palm of the young man's hand was still pinched into the flesh by his nails, the blood continued to slide down his hand, and the corners of his mouth also oozed blood, which seemed to be caused by the teeth biting too hard.

The eyes of the surrounding monks also changed from banter at the beginning to respect and solemnity later.

Rejecting the robe sent by the temple, the old monk took out a robe from his luggage and put it on the little monk.