In the evening, half of the sky was dyed orange by fiery clouds.

Maybe it was because Ling Er's blind man plucked the wound on my ankle with glutinous rice, or maybe my father put the scriptures left by my unobtrusive master next to my bedside, or maybe the six-character Buddhist mantra that my father repeated was with great piety, and the Buddha felt it.

In short, at the moment, I am like running a marathon, tired and prostration, and I just want to sleep quietly.

When my dad saw my steady snort on the bed, he collapsed on the side of the bed like a deflated balloon.

For an honest man like him who has never seen the world, my birth and my mother's death have put him under extremely heavy pressure. This stress comes from mental torture. Who wants their child to be a monster from birth?

As soon as it got dark, I woke up in pain, and my whole body burned as if it were on fire. Fortunately, my dad didn't relented and untied the rope, otherwise I would have to roll all over the ground at this moment.

My dad saw that my whole body was glowing red, and he was so frightened that he had to bring cold water from the well to cool me down. It just doesn't work at all.

I felt like I was soaked in magma, every bone and every cell in my body was being scorched. Violent protests were issued.

The severe pain had already made me delirious, and I looked at my dad with blurred eyes, muttering: Dad, I'm uncomfortable... I'm uncomfortable... Dad, kill me... I can't stand it anymore...

I vaguely saw my dad suddenly collapse and squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, crying heartbreakingly.

In my nine years of life, I've never seen my dad like this. After all, Heaven is unfair, and there is too much suffering for him.

Although I didn't know much about it, I knew in my heart that I was my father's only hope. If I die, my dad won't live. I don't know where the determination and strength came from.

Endure the pain of burning my body with flames, the pain of peeling my bones and skin, I can't scream anymore, I don't dare to scream anymore, I gritted my teeth tightly, I was afraid that if I shouted pain, my dad would not be able to hold on before me.

The consciousness is getting lighter and lighter, and the pain seems to be less painful after the pain is extreme. The almost transparent figure of himself flickering in his mind was sitting cross-legged on the ground at some point, his hands folded, and his mouth reciting scriptures.

"Contemplating the Bodhisattva of Freedom, Doing Prajnaparamita ......"

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The few volumes of scriptures left by the master were not willing to be read by my temperament, but after I went to school and became literate, my father stared at me every day with a rattan and memorized the scriptures, and finally after the merciless whipping of the rattan, I memorized the scriptures.

At that time, my father said that these scriptures were life-saving, and I still laughed at him in my heart for his feudal superstition.

It's just that today, it seems that the old saying that you don't listen to the old man and suffer a loss in front of you still makes sense.

I recited the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra over and over again, and my heart got rid of all distracting thoughts, and the burning sensation on my body and soul became much lighter, and my whole body felt like I was soaking in a hot spring. It's warm and comfortable.

I will not move if I recognize him as a burning person.

The mind is clear.

It's just that the body is strangely red, like a boiled shrimp.

Rao is no matter how young I am, I know that if the high fever does not go away, I can burn people to death.

I felt restless, but I was powerless.

My dad has been rubbing my body with cold well water, this is also his obsession, the obsession to save his son's life...

As soon as my mind moved, the scorching breath took the opportunity to rush over, and I had to restrain my mind and continue to recite the Heart Sutra to resist the burning of the flames.

In my heart, I scolded my unobtrusive master for being bloody.

My dad wiped my body and quietly wiped his tears, probably in his opinion, even if it didn't work, it was the only last struggle he could do. It's better than doing nothing, it's better than watching me die of torture, and all he can do is do his best to keep me.

As the night wore on, the mountain looked like a giant monster hiding in the shadows.

.........There was a loud bang, and the door was kicked open violently.

"I'm a Buddha. It's finally time to catch up..."The master wiped the beads of sweat from his head, panting for breath. It can be seen that he also rushed all the way.

As soon as my dad saw that it was me, the magic stick master immediately knelt down, choked up, and said, "Master, you are here, Fengzi him, he... I'm afraid it's going to fail..."

At this time, there were already small cracks on my thin body, like porcelain that had not been broken, with small cracks.

My master touched his bald head very sassy and said, "I'm here, you're still afraid of a ball!" Even if this kid steps into the ghost gate with one foot, I can pull him back..."

Hearing this, I couldn't help but scold: I will be an immortal on my day, and I will let you experience a day trip to the Flame Mountain by yourself.

Not to mention, my unobtrusive master is a little sassy, and he really has a little ability, I saw him hanging in front of my chest with one hand, closing his eyes, and the corners of his mouth moved quickly.

The relic that was originally hanging on my chest slowly floated up, emitting bursts of pale yellow Buddha light.

The Buddha's light grew from small to large, and it was not until it enveloped my entire body that it stopped expanding. At this point, I felt like I was in a container.

The Buddha's light sprinkled on my body like a rain, and my whole body seemed to be back to my mother's body, and I couldn't help but let out a muffled snort comfortably.

With the nourishment of the Buddha's light, the cracks on my body were slowly repaired. The organs in the body are also repaired, and they exude vitality. It's like mushrooms after a rain.

When I opened my eyes, the master was examining my body, and I didn't know what was going on, looking at the bald monk was like seeing a relative, even though we had never seen each other. But for as long as I can remember, I've known that I had a great master.

I slammed my fist on the master's chest and shouted, "Why did you come... If you're too late, you won't be able to see such a talented apprentice as me. ”

As I spoke, I didn't know why I cried, and there seemed to be infinite grievances in my heart.

The master let me vent, and then flicked my bird very evilly, "It's well developed, it's up to me..."

I realized that my dad had stripped me naked in order to cool me down.

I covered the key parts with both hands and looked at the obscene monk in front of me, "You are my unobtrusive master?" ”

My master will filter the words, directly block the three words that are not in tune, and then nod and say, "Come, call a master to listen..."

I'm really angry, is there such a master who cheats his apprentices? I'll go to your uncle's...

I just didn't scream, and said to my father on the side, "Dad, I'm hungry..."

My dad rubbed his hands and said, "You lie down and rest, Dad will give you noodles and two eggs..."

My master also shouted unceremoniously: "Bring me a bowl of noodles and two eggs, too." The poor monk came all the way, and it was also quite hard. ”

I rolled my eyes speechlessly. This is also called a high-ranking monk?

The Tang monk in Journey to the West is called a handsome man, and he speaks gently, so he is called a monk, right?