In fact, why shouldn't we? Everyone has their own obsession in their hearts, and this obsession is something that others can't shake.

If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't find a way to Yinyang's house, I was afraid that I wouldn't have chosen to go to Tianjin.

"Let's go!"

After I was silent for a while, I glanced at Bai Zhi: "Everyone has their own path to choose, and he is the same." What's more, he may not die like this. ”

At this moment, I suddenly heard a bang behind me!

When we looked back, the monk had fallen to the ground, looking as if he had fainted from exhaustion and hunger.

Immediately after that, the nest head in his arms fell out gently.

A few hungry people poured out of the surroundings in an instant, as if they had seen mountains of gold and silver, and no one paid attention to the monk, let alone his life and death.

At the moment of "......", I felt a little uncomfortable in my heart.

Because I know very well that no one can control this matter. In the face of survival, everything is fragile, these people are just to live, just simply living, it has already consumed all their strength, what qualifications do you have to criticize them for asking for more?

And this monk, if he knows about this, I'm afraid he will be sad, right?

I didn't know how to comfort him: "Forget it, I don't necessarily have to go to Tianjin anyway, since I see it, let's do me a favor!" ”

After a little silence, I whispered to Bai Zhi, and then walked over and gently carried the monk on my back!

Then he walked into the distance.

After a short time, we stopped in a mountain col.

"Water!" At this time, Bai Zhi took some water and whispered to me.

I nodded, gently dripped the water on the monk's mouth, and then soaked the head of the nest in water to soften, and poured it into his mouth.

His throat squirmed, as if he felt a craving for food.

No matter how strong his spirit is, sometimes, there is no way to ignore the power of the flesh. His body needed something to eat, and that was something that the quarter of the head couldn't make up for.

I made a fire here, and it was early the next morning.

The monk woke up gently, looked at me a little confused, as if he understood something, and only after a moment did he whisper: "You saved the poor monk?" ”

I nodded slightly: "Yes, since I saved you, then your life is mine." Do you know that you will spare your life in the future? ”

"Huh?" The monk was slightly stunned, as if he didn't understand what I meant, and said a little promisedly: "The life of the poor monk is only the poor monk's own." ”

I was a little speechless and didn't know how to comfort him.

"Do you remember what happened after you passed out?" I looked at the monk in front of me and was silent for a moment before I continued, I wanted him to recognize the reality.

The monk was silent for a moment, and after a while, he nodded slightly: "Although most of them can't be remembered, there are still some vague impressions!" ”

"Is it worth it?" I quietly looked at the monk in front of me, and after a slight silence, I continued: "If you really die, no one will remember you, and those nests in your hands will only be snatched away by those people." ”

The monk tilted his head and thought carefully for a long time before he continued, "Isn't that better, maybe we can save some people!" ”

I sighed, to be honest, at this time I had the urge to beat this monk, and after a little silence, I continued: "You really think of yourself as a Buddha." ”

"The poor monk didn't dare!" At this time, the monk's eyes showed a trace of panic, and he hurriedly whispered.

I sighed slightly, not knowing what to say, except to feel as if there was an indescribable emotion in my throat. Monks have their own attachments, which are bordering on paranoia. It's just that I don't have any right to mock him, because I know in my heart that he may have lived for this paranoia.

"Which temple are you from? What is the law name? I asked softly.

The monk was slightly silent for a moment, and after thinking carefully for a long time, he continued: "It's just a small temple on Kunlun Mountain, it has no name, and no one has ever called its name in the memory of the poor monk." As for the Dharma name of the poor monk, it is compassion! ”

"Kunlun Mountain?"

I was silent for a moment, and after thinking about it for a long time in my mind, I didn't remember that there was such a temple among the hundred schools, which made me feel a little surprised. However, since it is a Buddha, it should also belong to one of the hundred schools. I sighed a little before I continued, "That's in the depths of the Northwest, how did you get here alone?" ”

"The master has always taught the poor monks, reading thousands of books, it is better to travel thousands of miles. We are ascetics, so naturally we have to truly travel thousands of miles to be ascetic! Ci Nian was silent for a moment, and then continued: "This is something that the poor monk didn't expect, and he has already encountered this kind of thing after he has only walked less than halfway. The poor monk didn't know if he would be able to return to Kunlun alive, but he still had to do what he had to do! In this 10,000-mile road, the poor monk still has to go down step by step! ”

There was a firmness in the voice of Ci Nian, and the whole person was stubborn not like a monk, but like a clay figure. I don't know how to comfort him, because in a sense, I'm also a stubborn person. So when I saw him, I felt a little sorry for him.

It's just that I really feel a little sorry for him.

"What's next? Continue to be cool, aimless? I quietly looked at the compassion in front of me, and then asked softly.

Under these circumstances, I have decided to bring this monk into the gang.

No matter how you follow me, you won't lose your life. Besides, I can feel the strength of the Buddha-nature in this body of compassion, and maybe I can actually become a Buddha. At that time, maybe it will also have some effect for me. Besides, going to Tianjin this time is full of dangers. Since this monk wants to save people, where to save people is not to save?

"Hmm!" The monk nodded slightly, and after quietly glancing at me, he said softly: "This is nature, the path of the poor monk is not finished, and it is natural to continue walking!" ”

I was silent for a moment before I said softly: "Anyway, you don't have any purpose, it's better to follow me to Tianjin." No matter where you go, if it's just to save people, Tianjin is a good place now! ”

"Tianjin?" There was a hint of surprise in Ci Nian's eyes, and he scratched his head slightly, and after a long time, he continued to ask, "Where is the donor going?" ”

I nodded slightly: "Yes, because there are some things, so I have to go over!" ”

To be honest, I was a little uneasy about letting Soho go to Tianjin alone, so I wanted to go over and help, but I knew in my heart that I was afraid that I couldn't help with this matter. But more or less it's a bit of a dedication. What's more, if I really don't care about this kind of compassion, I'm afraid that if I don't care about it, I will die in the middle of the road for a long time!

"Amitabha!" The monk said a Buddha name, and his eyes seemed to be constantly thinking about something, and after a long time, he nodded slightly: "It's okay, in that case, the poor monk will follow the donor." ”

"Gotcha!" I was relieved and patted the monk on the shoulder: "Take a break!" ”