At the south gate, by the city wall, passers-by pointed at the withered figures curled up in the corners of the wall.

"This monk won't die, will he?"

"Isn't this the monk who was kicked out of the bazaar?"

"It's him, he's been lying here motionless for two or three days."

"O iniquity, this old monk is there to transform his fate well, and it will not hinder people, what are those people doing to drive him?"

"Why don't you get in the way? If you want me to say that this monk is too, where is it good to turn into a relationship? A monk who wants to run to the land of wine, meat, and fireworks, and it is clear that the six roots are not clean, isn't it scolding? ”

"This monk is also weird, no matter how people rush it, he refuses to leave here."

"He's not dead, there's still a voice."

"It's almost the same if you don't die, if you lie down for a few days without eating or drinking, you can't stand the iron beating."

"It's better to call him up and persuade him, don't really die here, it's a human life anyway."

Everyone gossiped, you and I said a word, and some people were really kind, and it took a long time to shake the old monk awake.

"Monk, don't spend it here, if you want to turn your fate, you can turn your fate, you can eat it, you can ask for money, I'll give it to you!"

One person took out a few copper plates and handed them over: "Take it, it's better to take the money to the countryside than to be in the city, where you can't starve to death and freeze to death?" Why bother to be driven away by the white eyes of others? ”

"Like, what are you doing this for? I have to stay here. ”

The crowd persuaded him to leave one after another, but when they saw that he had closed his eyes and was unmoved, some of them went up and pushed and pulled.

"Duh!"

The old monk's eyes widened angrily, and he shouted: "I want to be here, what do you have to do? ”

"You old monk, this is unreasonable!"

"Let me tell you, how can you not understand people!"

I don't know if the old monk is really disgusting, or if his attitude angered everyone, which provoked more people to scramble for accusations.

What's more, they ran up and pulled, and strangely, no matter how people pushed and pulled, the old monk's thin and thin figure did not move at all.

It's just that under the excitement of the crowd, no one pays attention, and only people keep joining the ranks of pushing and pulling.

The crowd was menacing, their expressions were angry, like a blazing fire cooking oil, becoming more and more chaotic, and extremely weird.

"A-Mi-Buddha-Buddha——!"

A Buddha trumpet, like a morning bell and a dusk drum, suddenly sounded.

Everyone was suddenly silent.

The scolding person closed his mouth, and the pulling person also put down his hand, his eyes were slightly dull, and his lips were open, as if he was at a loss.

"The mind can't be remembered, and the nature is not moving. The phase is chaotic, and the phase is not chaotic. Outer meditation and inner meditation are for meditation. Self-purification, self-determination, nature purity......"

The old monk bowed his head and chanted, and for a while the Sanskrit sound was curling, and the crowd gradually calmed down, and the situation was no longer turbulent.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

"Charm and charm, confuse sentient beings, sooner or later there will be cause and effect."

"You don't have to work hard, the old monk is all skinned, and he will be with you."

The old monk chanted the Buddha's name, his eyes suddenly widened, and he suddenly took out a short knife from the sleeve of the hundred monks.

The low-hanging dry eyelids were slightly raised, and the obscure eyeballs glanced in one direction, and then they drooped again, and their lips and teeth were opened, and they recited Buddhist verses.

"Born to sit and not to sit down, to die to lie and not to sit. What is a stinky bone? ”

After saying that, the short knife fell in response to the sound and plunged into the abdomen.

He actually raised his knife to kill himself, and the knife entered the flesh and blood, and he slowly used force, cutting two knives horizontally and vertically, cutting a large hole in his abdomen, and blood gushed out.

Then he stretched out his hand as dry as a claw, and pulled out a bloody intestine when he pulled out a piece of flesh and blood.

The old monk still looked indifferent, as if he was not pulling his own intestines, but just a piece of straw rope.

He tore out the intestines from his abdomen and laid them neatly on the ground.

Then the heart, liver, spleen and stomach, five internal organs, were taken out in turn and placed neatly.

Under the corner of the city wall, there was suddenly a pool of blood.

It wasn't until the abdominal cavity was hollowed out that the old monk's movements suddenly stopped, his hands fell to his knees, his eyes were closed, and his head was bowed, and there was no movement.

There was silence for a moment, only to be suddenly pierced by a scream.

"Dead Man——!"

The crowd descended into chaos.

Hua Kai came to the south gate, saw this situation, came to see what was going on, and happened to see this scene.

grabbed a person casually, asked before and after, and couldn't help but look at the pile of bloody internal organs on the pool of blood, and the dry body of the old monk who had opened his empty abdomen, and was speechless.

This monk just died?

Although Hua Kai doesn't know how to use magic, because of his cultivation to observe the eye of the sky, he can't hide his eyes from his eyes.

He was sure that what he saw in front of him was not a first-class illusion, but a real flesh and blood, so he was even more stunned.

He felt that his eyes would not be wrong, this old monk was not an ordinary person, but this kind of practice was too unusual.

Learn from the Buddha to cut meat and feed eagles?

There's no starving eagle to feed him.

Hua Kaizheng was puzzled, and suddenly shrugged his nose.

He smelled a strange scent.

In this bloody and terrifying scene, there seems to be something weird.

And the fact is that the blood is all over the ground, and the intestines and organs are all over the ground, but there is no smell of fishy smell, but there is a strange fragrance.

Like an orchid like a musk deer, faintly, as if there is nothing.

An unsullied body?

Hua Kai's first reaction was to think of these four words, because he himself was an innocent body.

Ice muscle and jade bones, dust-free, strange fragrance.

The pile of things on the ground, although the flesh and blood were blurred, were pure flesh and bones, without the slightest trace of dirt and impurities.

It's just that the crowd was confused and frightened, and no one noticed it.

Therefore, the hollowed out dry body is even more unlikely to be fake.

After all, an innocent body is not a rotten street.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! ”

Suddenly, there was a loud shout, interrupting Hua Kai's thoughts.

A group of yacha with waist knives on their shoulders came on foot.

There was a death, and it was such a cruel and appalling scene, someone had already sued the government.

With their arrival, it made a burst of people turn on their backs.

After a long period of tossing, the official who came asked the matter clearly, and suddenly he was blind.

If you kill someone, of course, you are asking them for trouble.

Suicide was not their responsibility, who loved to die on the side of death.

The problem is that this monk committed suicide too fiercely, too terrifyingly, and the impact was very bad.

Especially at this critical moment, the county magistrate has just ordered three times to make no trouble with any demon moths.

In the end, the officials decided to evacuate the crowd first.

Then he used the straw mat that the old monk originally laid on the ground, rolled the old monk's body and the internal organs all over the ground, wrapped it up and carried it out of the barren place outside the city for shelving.

Only one messenger was left to guard, and the rest went back to pay tribute to the county order.

It is estimated that this matter will end here, and the remains of the old monk were finally eaten by wild beasts and taken away by wild dogs, so they are not in their consideration.

In fact, the official who was left to temporarily guard the old monk's relics was full of gloom and disgusted.

A begging monk, a bunch of pickles, who will touch it?

If it weren't for the fear that the county order hadn't asked, the body would be taken away by wild dogs, and it would be difficult to explain, he would have left a long time ago.

Just hiding behind the rocks, poking his head down from time to time to take a look.

It didn't take long for Hua Kai to appear next to the straw mat with the old monk's remains.

"Monk, why are you?"

Hua Kai stood beside the straw mat, shook his head and sighed.

From seeing this old monk on the edge of Mingyue Lake and observing his behavior, Hua Kai knew that this was a real Taoist monk, not the kind of person who recited compassion but had nothing to show for it.

This old monk is participating in Zen and chanting scriptures in the downtown area, not with a strange temperament, nor is it grandstanding.

Just like: Buddhism is in the world, not leaving the world, leaving the world to find Bodhi, just like a rabbit seeking horns.

It is the Buddha in the world and the Dharma in the red dust.

This is the realm of the old monk.

It's rare to meet a Taoist master, I thought there would be a goodbye day, but now that we meet, it's like this, how can Hua Kai not sigh?

So, what do you want for rabbit horns?