The prince sees the Buddha.

He said that yesterday he had seen Zhizhi fall from a tree, and fall to the ground withered and curled up, dying.

In the summer, they know the hustle and bustle, but the summer heat has not dissipated, but they have come to the end of their lives. How small and pathetic life is.

And he saw beggars begging in the streets. They were disheveled and ragged. Putting down your dignity and praying to others, you can't even satisfy your hunger.

There is also a ji-girl. They have wronged their hearts and are burdened with the scorn of the world.

If the Buddha said good fortune, then where is their good fortune?

The Buddha said that good is rewarded with good, and evil is rewarded with evil.

Cultivate goodness and get good results. to generate good people.

Cultivate evil and reap evil results. Become a wicked person in the afterlife.

But if this is the case, if you cultivate good in your previous life, you will have to be bullied by the wicked in your next life. Cultivating evil in the previous life, but still wantonly doing evil in the next life, the so-called good and evil blessings, isn't it a joke.

In this life, he cultivates good, but in the next life, he will become evil. In this life, he cultivates evil, but in the next life, he becomes a good person.

Isn't this kind of causal cycle unsolvable?

The Buddha asked the prince if he was afraid of the unpredictable fate that would come him.

Fear of the next life, becoming a good person, but being bullied by the wicked. I am also afraid that I will become a wicked person and bully others.

The prince shook his head.

He burst into tears, "The only thing I worry about is all sentient beings." ”

In the eyes of the Buddha, he saw cause and effect, karma, and karma, and he shed tears, and in his tears, he saw sentient beings.

......

Hui Jue meditates in the meditation room.

In front of him, a low table was placed. The low table was only a foot tall and mottled and decayed. It seems to be some years. On the low table, there is an inkstone.

Huijue took the brush and slowly wrote on the paper in front of him.

The pitch-black ink slowly soaked and spread out from the white rice paper, turning into a series of characters. These words seem to be exactly the same, but vaguely, they don't seem to be the same.

"What is this?"

Looking at the words that Huijue wrote on the rice paper, the monk Xuanyi who was sitting in front of Huijue showed some doubts.

"Different fate. Huijue said, "Here you go." ”

He gently lifted the rice paper on the table, held it in both hands, and handed it to Monk Xuanyi.

Facing the rice paper handed over by Huijue, Monk Xuanyi took it with both hands, but then he smiled bitterly, "Master Huijue has a deep sense of Zen, but unfortunately the little monk is dull and doesn't understand the meaning, I don't know if Master Huijue can say a thing or two." ”

"It doesn't really mean anything special. Hui Jue smiled and said.

Huijue said, Monk Xuanyi was stunned, and then he also laughed dumbly.

After laughing, he said to Hui Jue, "Then Master Hui Jue, please solve the problem!"

"That's how it should be. Hui Jue replied.

Huijue's words fell, and the Xuanyi monk sitting in front of him seemed to spontaneously combust. Blood-red flames rose from his body, eventually enveloping him. And he sat in the blood-colored flames, his body burned to ashes by the flames.

Regarding the appearance of Monk Xuanyi, Huijue, who was sitting in front of him, didn't seem surprised. He got up from the ground and just strode out of the meditation room.

When Huijue opened the door of the meditation room, it was early morning outside. The morning light reflected on Huijue's face. The scene in the courtyard was also imprinted in his eyes.

Dew dots the slightly farmhouse-like vegetable garden. This vegetable garden seems to have been cultivated by Monk Xuanyi himself.

However, when he stepped out of the doorway, those sights vanished.

A heavy night shrouded the ancient temple.

With the sound of the campfire crackling, the flames kept jumping.

In the flickering firelight, the monk Xuanyi was tied to a shelf. His body was covered with scars. The old monk's robes were still tattered, and blood poured out of his wounds, looking embarrassed.

And around him, hideous figures surrounded him.

There is a young sword immortal who is dressed in Taoist clothes and was born in the famous sacred mountain. There is a swordsman with a dusty face and a short knife on his back. There are brocade clothes, in the rivers and lakes, the famous dart head. As the pearl of his palm, the girl is dressed in a robe, and she has lost her previous innocence and romance, and her expression is indifferent and hideous.

One by one, they are not the guests who came to stay in this ancient temple!

"Master Xuanyi, I think you should tell the whereabouts of the immortal weapon, so as not to suffer from the flesh and skin again. The girl spoke.

As she said this, the iron drill in her hand seemed to be stabbed into the thigh of Monk Xuanyi very casually. The iron chisel was covered with fine hooks, and as the iron chisel stirred, these hooks tore apart the flesh and blood of the Xuanyi monk little by little.

Then she violently pulled out the iron chisel, and a large piece of flesh was torn off the thigh of the monk Xuanyi by the girl.

In the blurred flesh and blood, blood dripped down the thigh of Monk Xuanyi and onto the ground.

"The girl's methods are not good. Our master Xuanyi is also a member of the Xuanmen, with a profound Buddha nature and a profound cultivation. Using these methods to deal with ordinary people, wouldn't it be a fool's dream to ask the whereabouts of the immortal weapon from Master Xuanyi's mouth. In the crowd surrounding the Xuanyi monk, a disciple of the Kunshan Sword Sect said with a sneer.

He said that, but he turned over his hand and took out a small copper cup, "There is a cold insect in this cup, called Han Li! It has a violent temperament, happy flesh and blood, and has the poison of strange cold." After burrowing into the human body, it will eat the flesh and bone marrow of the biting person. Where it bites, the cold poison spreads, and the pain is very severe and itchy. You can make people fuse their own flesh and blood alive! I wish I could file off my bones inch by inch!"

"And once it burrows into the human body, it will quickly lay eggs in the human body. The human body is used as a hive and reproduces wantonly. ”

Saying this, this person couldn't help but smack his tongue, "I think only this kind of means can be worthy of our Xuanyi Master." ”

"I don't think that's what you do!"

At this time, another person said. This person is ragged and full of ferocity, and when he looks at it, he feels that he is not a good person.

"I have a Red Pill Love Pill of the Heavenly Desire Demon Sect here, as long as someone takes it, no matter how advanced this person's skills are, it will only take a moment for him to become delirious, and he will only think about doing that reluctantly thing until he dies of exhaustion!"

When the words fell, he really flipped over and took out a small box. After the small box was opened, there was indeed a pill inside.

The box opened, and the fragrance of the elixir filled. Anyone who smells this incense here has a feeling of can't help but feel the urge to tear off their clothes now and find someone to have a fight!

Danxiang entered his nose, and these people around him were all in their hearts, and they quickly held their breath. Don't dare to be careless.

The things of the Heavenly Desire Demon Sect are scary to think about.