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"Wouldn't it? How much courage does it take to live by example? Moreover, denying one's self does not necessarily lead to preaching. Ji Xiaoxiao's face was unbearable.

As soon as Ji Xiaoxiao's words fell, I saw the old monk in the crowd sigh and wave his hand: "That's it, today is as you wish." Calm down, let me recite the sutra one last time. ”

With that, the old monk sat down cross-legged, clasped his palms together on his chest, closed his eyes, and muttered Buddhist scriptures. Looking at his face, there seemed to be a hint of unwillingness, and he was more entangled and contradictory.

"Okay, okay, there are relics again!"

The beggars cheered, ran around, picked up countless pieces of wood and withered grass, and gathered around the old monk.

In an instant, the broken wood was piled up, and the old monk sat inside, barely seeing a shadow.

Looking at the posture, these beggars are going to cremate the old monk on the spot to pick up the relics in his body. And they say, "There are relics again," which means that they have done this before.

Ji Xiaoxiao became angry and said: "These people are insatiable, they ask for the old monk's food, and they want to kill people and seize relics, they have no conscience!" Ermiao, I'm going to kill! ”

After that, Ji Xiaoxiao's eyes flashed, and she was about to move her sword.

Ding Ermiao stopped Ji Xiaoxiao, smiled faintly, and said: "Buddhism pays attention to the four major emptiness, let's follow the local customs, and also look at the emptiness." What you see in your eyes and what you hear in your ears is nothing. It's none of our business here, let's go. ”

"Ermiao, can't we save it when we see death?" Ji Xiaoxiao grabbed Ding Ermiao and asked.

"Xiaoxiao, in the territory of the Buddhist family, don't be obsessed. The old monk was not angry, we are bystanders, so why should we be angry? Ding Ermiao said.

"You mean, there might be a conspiracy here?" Ji Xiaoxiao asked with a deep groan.

As he spoke, a beggar had already lit a pyre. With a bang, flames rose and trapped the old monk in it.

"Er Miao, that old monk is really going to be burned to death." Ji Xiaoxiao said anxiously.

Ding Ermiao shook his head and said, "He has his own choice, don't worry about him." ”

"Alas......!" Ji Xiaoxiao sighed deeply, but never left, standing on the ground and watching the flames.

Ding Ermiao had no choice but to accompany him, but his face was indifferent, and he looked like he was out of the way.

The beggars, however, had no shame or compassion, singing and dancing around the flames, cheering and rejoicing, as if they were enjoying a barbecue feast.

After a long time, the flame was extinguished.

It was really before the ashes were cold, and the beggars flocked to the ashes in search of relics.

"Found it, found the relics!" There are beggars cheering.

But then, more beggars came up and punched and kicked and fought for it.

For a time, the scene became a pot of porridge, people turned on their backs, and countless casualties were killed. The ashes of the fire rose and the smoke miasma......

Suddenly, the city gate behind him opened, and a pair of monks and soldiers armed with swords and sticks swarmed out to drive the beggars away.

The beggars were suddenly unable to resist, and retreated to both sides, and then knelt on both sides. But there are also some people who have been seriously injured by the stampede and beating, and they are slowly struggling to crawl to the side of the road.

"The Dharma King is out on patrol, and you won't hide from the dirty beggars?" The leading monks and soldiers beat them with sticks. Several beggars, who were badly injured, were picked out a few feet away by sticks and fell to the ground and died on the spot.

The Dharma? Ding Ermiao and Ji Xiaoxiao both turned their heads to look at the city gate.

I saw that behind the monk team, a large sedan chair was lifted out of the city gate, covered with yellow cloth, fragrant flowers opened the way, and Sanskrit sounds came in bursts.

"What a heavenly realm, what a Buddha gate! Without compassion at all, measuring this Dharma King is not a good thing! Ji Xiaoxiao shook her head again and again.

Who knew that the monk had excellent ear leadership, and he had already heard Ji Xiaoxiao's words, turned his head and glared and shouted, "Who are you?" Before the Dharma King drove, he didn't kneel down and kowtow, but dared to talk nonsense! ”

As he spoke, the monk leader had already leaped into the air, swinging his stick and smashing it on Ji Xiaoxiao's head.

Ji Xiaoxiao sneered, suddenly took out her sword, and swung it with a swish. After the shadow of the sky was over, the long stick in the monk's hand turned into sawdust all over the ground.

The monk leader was not afraid, roared, and bumped into Ji Xiaoxiao with his bald head. is like a mad tiger, completely ignoring life and death.

"Quit anger and don't be presumptuous." Inside the large yellow cloth sedan chair, a peaceful voice suddenly came.

The monk led the body to stagnate, then retreated to the sedan chair, bowed his head and clasped his palms, and said, "Yes, I will obey the will of the king." ”

Ji Xiaoxiao snorted and looked at the car door coldly.

There was a curtain on the door of the car, and the curtain was not raised, and the peaceful voice inside asked: "Who is the person on the side of the road, where are the good men and women?" ”

He asked like this, and he didn't know whether to ask the monk and soldier leader, or Ji Xiaoxiao and Ding Ermiao.

Ji Xiaoxiao smiled and asked rhetorically, "Who is in the sedan chair?" Which mountain and which temple is the bald monk? ”

"Be bold, dare to talk to His Holiness like this!" The monk leader shouted angrily, and he was about to move roughly.

"Quit anger and don't be impatient." The person in the sedan chair stopped his anger and said with a smile: "It's not wrong to say that I'm a bald monk." I haven't seen a foreigner for many years, but when we meet today, isn't it fate? Come on, get off the sedan chair and lift the curtain for this king! ”

The big sedan chair immediately fell to the ground, and there were maids on both sides who stepped forward and gently lifted the soft cloth sedan curtains on the side.

"That's a big score." Ji Xiaoxiao still sneered.

At the opening of the sedan door, a middle-aged monk with a solemn appearance, wearing a big red robe, slowly walked out of the sedan chair.

"Two donors, I don't know where they came from?" The Dharma King walked up to Ding Ermiao and Ji Xiaoxiao, clasped his palms in salute, but he also looked respectful.

"From where you come from, where you go. Great monk, what is your name? Are all the people here under your jurisdiction? Ji Xiaoxiao asked lightly.

"The great monk is called Forgetting Sorrow, and here they all call me Forgetting Sorrow. Within a radius of 3,000 miles from this city, all are my people. The monk said with a smile.

"King Bafa? That's a good name. Ji Xiaoxiao sneered.

His Holiness was not angry, but smiled: "It doesn't matter, it's just a name." May I ask you, do you think these beggars are very pitiful? ”

"Not pitiful, but hateful and pitiful. Aren't they all the world of Buddhism, the world of bliss, why are there so many people here? Ji Xiaoxiao asked.

"It's not that they can't be saved, it's that they don't deserve it, and they are destined to fall into the sea of suffering." The Forgetful Sorrow King said.

Ding Ermiao didn't speak, and asked at this time, "The old monk who was burned to death by the beggars just now is also destined to fall into the sea of fire?" ”

"It's good, it's good, it's the old monk's merit is not enough, and if he dies in this lesson, he can't complain about others." His Holiness clasped his palms together and said, "There are some things here that you may not know, but if you are interested, I can take your time." ”

"I would like to hear about it, please speak." Ding Ermiao raised his hand.