Mental pain is beyond the reach of the physical body. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Monk Liuqing felt that he was going to die, his tightly closed eyelids were squeezed into two bags, and his big black eyebrows were twisted together, and it became a Sichuan-shaped stream, and the nose bones rubbed one after another like cold sweat beans were itchy and cold.

But Liuqing still didn't dare to be distracted, and there were words in his mouth with righteous thoughts: "Bodhisattva, according to Prajnaparamita, there is no obstacle, there is no hindrance, there is no terror, far away from upside-down dreams, the ultimate nirvana ......"

The Paramita Heart Sutra was recited word by word by the Liuqing monks, but all kinds of evil thoughts in the heart sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, took root, grew buds, and finally almost burst the crumbling Buddha heart of Liuqing.

There was a fishy sweetness in his mouth, but the monk of Liuqing didn't seem to realize it, but the Buddha beads between his fingers turned faster.

Everyone knows that the Liuqing Monk has suffered a great disaster, and there is nothing more painful for a person like the Liuqing Monk than the faith that is about to collapse.

The same path, but two completely different directions, one to the Buddha and the other to the devil, that's what it says. No one can interfere in such a duel.

The unprovoked qi continued to grow larger with the increase of blood red in his mind, and when there was only a trace of gold in his mind that was swallowed up, the fingers of the Liuqing monk who moved the rosary suddenly increased his strength uncontrollably, and the string of rosary beads crackled and scattered on the ground.

The monk of Liuqing only had time to shout: "If people want it, all the Buddhas in the three worlds." We should contemplate the Dharma realm, and all idealism is made! ”

It was quiet, and for some reason the monk sat down on the same place, as if he were in meditation.

The mirror is from the mind, and the mind is from the heart.

At this time, the monk of Liuqing had a mirror in his mind, but this mirror was born in his heart by the intention of the evil monk.

The monk of Liuqing saw the endless mountain from the mirror, the snow on the top of the mountain and the new green trees under the mountain, blue and white, very beautiful.

In the same way, he saw the monk who was extremely familiar.

It shouldn't be too cold, because the monk only wore a half-body, and the bronze muscles were condensed into lumps, and then put on the unusually black hair that was not short or long, and this evil monk was also a beautiful man.

The morning sun finally showed its face from the snow-white of the mountain top, red as a peony.

Someone came by stepping on the stream with his trouser legs, and shouted at the bamboo house by the stream: "Fanzhi, Fanzhi (the name for monks outside the Buddhist family in the Buddhist scriptures) ......"

The bamboo house, simple and clean.

Fanzhi walked out of the house barefoot, looked at the people who came, and said, "The water of the stream is cool, but it will inevitably disturb the fish who get up early." There are rocks in the stream, so why not step on the stones? ”

The person who came was a little anxious, took the splash and stepped in front of Fanzhi in three or two steps, and said, "Where is someone's life at stake!" Annoyed Fanzhi to go down the mountain and save people's lives! ”

After the man left, he washed his face in the water of Fanzhi Stream, cleaned his hands, smiled for a moment at the fish in the water, and then bowed to the mountain with his palms together, and stepped on the gravel and went down the mountain.

The people under the mountain are in the depths of the peach blossoms in those three miles.

Seeing Fanzhi appear, someone shouted: "Fanzhi is here!" Fanzhi is here! Make way for Fanzhi! ”

The panicked crowd finally calmed down a little, and respectfully invited Fanzhi into the house.

On the wooden bed, a young girl came back from collecting medicine yesterday and had a gloomy face and was unconscious. From time to time, two strange screams were heard. The parents of the girl next to the bed wept and begged Fanzhi to save their only daughter's life.

Fanzhi looked at the girl on the wooden board, his face was a little heavy, and said: "The mountain spirits are haunted by wild ghosts, I am a Fanzhi, and I have the heart to save people, but I am afraid that I can't do anything!" ”

The onlookers said, "Fanzhi might as well give it a try!" ”

Fan Zhi said: "In addition to the peach blossoms outside the house, three buckets of wine for me, just wait for the full moon tonight, if the time passes, Fan Zhi has the heart and is powerless!" ”

The peach blossoms are gone, and the moon is out.

After eating the fast, he drank a bucket, and took the remaining two buckets into the girl's house, and said to the outsiders: "No one is allowed to come in until the moon is gone!" ”

At the end of the night, there was a cry of a girl calling her father and mother, and there was a scolding voice.

This kind of scene attracted the monk for a year, and when he asked why, the monk stood in the crowd and watched everything in front of him.

When the fog lifted in the mountains, the fighting in the house stopped, and a black-covered tanuki scurried by the window.

Fanzhi pushed the door open, his face full of fatigue.

Say goodbye to the crowd and go straight up the mountain.

In the middle of the mountain road, Fanzhi suddenly stopped, and said to the old monk who followed him by the moonlight: "The people under the mountain have food, and on the barren mountain, Fanzhi only has the stream to quench his thirst, and the mountain wind is wrapped in the belly, which is not enough to treat the master." ”

The old monk smiled: "Qingfeng Mountain Spring, just wash away my daily hardships and dissipate my fatigue all the way!" ”

In the bamboo house, a ghost lamp, two cups of tea, the old monk smiled and asked Fanzhi: "The world often says, the evil of Fanzhi, the heinous is unforgivable, the goodness of Fanzhi, and the good is divided into three grievances." You know that the mountain spirit and wild ghost attainment are above you, but you still don't sit idly by, why is this? ”

Fanzhi drank a cup of tea, put his palms together, and said: "Fanzhi wants to seek Buddhism but has no way, but he yearns for the realm of the Buddha cutting meat and feeding the eagle, Bodhi epiphany, and smiling flowers." This bird and fish in the mountains, Fanzhi is still merciful, saving people from misery, only Fanzhi is merciful in his heart. ”

The old monk looked cheerful, took off his backpack, put it in front of Fanzhi and said: "You treat me with the breeze and tea of the stream, the mountain breeze and the clear tea, there is no return, only a mantle to the Buddha to give you!" ”

Fanzhi bowed his head and thanked him.

The old monk Yu Fanzhi shaved his degree and said with a smile: "May you keep your heart." ”

Early in the morning, the old monk left.

The years have passed, and March has passed.

After the old monk left, Fanzhi sang the scriptures left by the old monk every day, offered incense to worship the Buddha in the morning and evening, and did not leave the bamboo house for a day.

There was rain in the mountains that day.

Fanzhi was tied up and tied down the mountain by the people at the bottom of the mountain.

The girl became pregnant.

Fanzhi had the heart to argue, but no one allowed him to argue.

Fanzhi said loudly: "Wine is the essence of grain, I drink wine, and the mountain spirits dare not approach me." It is not easy for the mountain spirit to practice, I want it to repent, and there is no idea of killing it all, on the night of the full moon, the goblin moon, the mountain spirit can have a way to live. Peach blossoms drive away all evils, if you don't cut down the peach tree, the mountain spirit will die......"

But no one listened, the crowd went crazy and held Fanzhi, letting the rain hit Fanzhi, and the mountain wind blew on Fanzhi.

At the bottom of the mountain, the girl had committed suicide by hanging herself.

When the rain stopped, Fanzhi had been beaten to death with sticks and abandoned in the wilderness.

The girl was buried, the soul of Fanzhi, guarding the grave of the girl, and a tanuki came out of the belly of the girl in the grave, looked at the body of Fanzhi twice, and turned to leave.

Fanzhi asked the tanuki: "I can't bear to hurt you, but why do you hurt me again?" ”

The tanuki just opened his ghostly blue eyes: "I have been on the road for a hundred years, and because of your injuries, three or four out of ten are gone, and it is not a pity for you to die!" ”

The corpse of Fanzhi was rotten, dried up, and turned into loess.

Fan Zhi finally had resentment in his heart, but the words of the old monk never dared to forget, keep his heart! Just keep your heart.

The old monk finally came back again, passed by the house at the foot of the mountain, and asked, "Can the Buddha be on the mountain?" ”

Someone replied: "Beat him to death with a stick!" ”

After asking the reason, the old monk brushed his sleeves and went away angrily, scolding: "The evil of Fanzhi is unforgivable!" Hypocrisy and despicability, death is not a pity! ”

Fanzhi heard it clearly, this is what the old monk said......

The night passed, and there was no one in that area. There are only Sensen's white bones.

Fanzhi threw away the tanuki in his hand, spit out his scarlet tongue, and looked at Cangtian with a smile: "Everyone in the world is prejudiced against Fanzhi, and they only see the great evil in their hearts but not the good!" Compassion is a Buddha, hypocrisy! When you drink your blood, eat your flesh, and frustrate your bones...... Worship the true Buddha, it is better to worship me as a demon ...... now"

ps: This chapter, written! Tired......