Mr. Lu sat upright on the ground and never agreed with my suicide, saying, "The little ghost who committed suicide is too angry. And with your obsession before you die. There was no chance to dissipate the anger. can only be a lonely ghost in this world, waiting for the soul to disperse little by little, and finally the soul will be scattered. ”

I said, "That's good, at least it's much better than suffering for the rest of your life." ”

Mr. Lu said: "I have a better way. ”

Only then did I remember that Mr. Lu had just said that he had also thought of a way to get rid of it. I hurriedly asked, "What can you do?" ”

Mr. Lu said: "Actually, I didn't come up with this solution, but your master came up with it. ”

I sighed and said, "Mr. Lu, the two of us have fallen to this point, why are you so persistent in tempting me to apprentice." ”

Mr. Lu smiled bitterly: "Zhao Mang." Where did you think of it? I didn't tempt you to apprentice. You really had a master, have you forgotten? ”

I looked at him suspiciously, and said, "I have been reincarnated so many times, and I will meet countless people in each life, and I can't remember it clearly. ”

Mr. Lu said, "When you were in Chongxiu Temple, you once met an unknown master. He was a very wise and enlightened monk. ”

When Mr. Lu said this, I suddenly remembered. I nodded and said, "Yes, there is such a person. I remember telling him about my experience. He seemed to understand what was going on. When I asked him what to do, he wouldn't tell me. ”

Mr. Lu slowly stood up, walked around the grass hut, and then said: "The reincarnation of this life is down, I don't know how many thousands of years have passed. I'm always thinking about how to get free. It wasn't until this lifetime that I finally figured it out, and the nameless master had already told you the method. "The Treasurer of the Treasurer.

I asked suspiciously, "What did he say to me?" How did I not know? ”

Mr. Lu said: "When he was dying. Aren't they still telling you to recite the scriptures seriously? ”

I nodded and said, "Yes, that old monk is very pedantic, I was about to die at that time, and he asked me to recite the scriptures...... Wait, you mean, chanting sutras is the way to liberation? ”

Mr. Lu touched his shaved scalp and said, "Yes." The scriptures say that the Buddha felt the suffering of lifelong reincarnation, so he meditated under the Bodhi tree and attained enlightenment, and finally became enlightened. Jump out of the cycle. That's when we recruited a wide range of disciples and spread the Dharma. I hope that all sentient beings will benefit from it and no longer suffer from samsara. ”

I blinked: "So you're going to be a monk." Reciting the scriptures every day? ”

Mr. Lu said, "Do we have a better way?" ”

I sat on the floor, thought about it for a long time, and then said, "Your method sounds ridiculous at first. But if you think about it. It's like a very symptomatic medicine. ”

Mr. Lu took out a razor from under the futon and said with a smile on his face, "I knew you would approve of me." ”

I felt like I was going a little crazy by this point.

Mr. Lu helped me shave my hair, and the two of us became monks. Sleep in the open every day, break the fast. Whenever I have time, I study the Buddhist scriptures.

In the beginning, I thought we would soon be free from samsara. But there was no change in our lives, Mr. Lu still rolled on the ground in pain every other hour, and I still faced white eyes when I went around.

The two of us lived like a joke. In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed.

On this evening, the two of us sat in the wilderness. The dew was heavy and soaked the monk's robes. I was so sick that I didn't have enough to eat at all, and my stomach started to grow again.

I was unhappy, but I didn't know who to vent to, so I asked Mr. Lu angrily: "Is your method a failure?" ”

Mr. Lu shook his head: "Maybe we haven't done it yet." So we can't get out of samsara yet. ”

I threw the scriptures on the ground and lay down tiredly: "I always feel that the two of us are lying to ourselves. Could it be that reading two books will let us go? ”

Mr. Lu was still holding the scriptures, shaking his head and saying, "Have you ever heard of Nirvana? ”

I smiled and said, "I've heard of the Death Cycle." ”

Mr. Lu actually nodded solemnly and said, "It's a meaning." When we study the Buddhist scriptures and attain perfection, we will attain nirvana and no longer suffer from samsara. ”

Then he pointed to the sutra in his hand and said, "At least that's what the sutra says." ”

I lay on the ground, looking at the starry sky, shivering in the cool breeze. I just sneered at Mr. Lu's words.

From this day on, I threw away the sutras. Ten years of penance, nothing was gained. My hair grew back, but the days didn't improve.

For a few nights, I was eager to kill Mr. Lu. However, I saw him chanting under the lamp, and finally he held back.

I don't know how many years have passed, but we are getting old.

Old age and frailty, anxious and sickly. It's harder for us to live. At this time, we found a ruined temple, invited some good men and women to repair it, and then took refuge here.

One night, I sighed under the lamp, "This life has made us live the longest time." ”

Mr. Lu put down the scripture in his hand and said, "I didn't expect that I could endure the pain in my body. It's been going on for so long. ”

I said, "Decades have passed, we are getting old, and the pain we suffer has increased by more than two or three times compared to before, and there will always be times when we can't bear it anymore. When that day comes, you'll still ask me to kill you. Then the two of us move on to the next reincarnation. ”

Mr. Lu put the scriptures on the table. Then he lay down on the bed with some disappointment.

I laughed and said, "What? You don't chant anymore? ”

Mr. Lu closed his eyes slightly and said, "I'm afraid that chanting is not suitable for me." The Buddha's thoughts may be right, but I can't understand it. I'm a Taoist priest, and I really can't be a monk. ”

I smiled bitterly and said, "I found out a long time ago." It's hard for you, but you have really been reciting the scriptures for so many years. ”

Mr. Lu seemed tired, and he said, "I'm satisfied." No more struggles. Resigned to fate. ”

I laughed and said, "How's that?" Do you want to consider my solution? Let's kill ourselves? ”

Mr. Lu yawned and said, "It's okay." One day, when the soul is scattered, this qiē will be over. ”

I pulled a kitchen knife out of the kitchen, tried the blade, and then planned to sharpen it. It is said that if the knife is too blunt, it will make the throat feel very painful.

While I was sharpening my knife, Mr. Lu suddenly rolled out of the bed and fell to the ground. And then he kept rolling.

I know that his illness is starting to torment him again.

Mr. Lu convulsed and shouted, "Zhao Mang, are you okay?" Hurry up and lend me the knife. ”

Maybe it's going to die. At this time, I looked away, and I pointed at Mr. Lu and laughed: "You really look like a pregnant woman with a difficult birth." ”

Mr. Lu lay on the ground, snorted, and said, "Pregnant women will not roll no matter how painful they are." ”

I took the kitchen knife and said with a smile: "One life, I saw an unmarried girl who was pregnant, but she didn't dare to make a noise, so she deliberately rolled in the yard. I want to get rid of the fetus. I was about to go to her house to steal. After waiting for the middle of the night, she still hadn't stopped. ”

Mr. Lu twitched and asked curiously, "And then?" ”

I said, "Then I was so sleepy that I left." A few months later, when I passed by their house again, I heard the baby's cry. Then I leaned against the wall and looked around, and saw that the girl was rolling again, only this time she was beaten back and forth by her old father. ”

Mr. Lu burst into tears of pain, but he still smiled in his mouth: "This girl is in such good health, it shouldn't be a big deal to be beaten twice." ”

Once this conversation begins, it's as if we've discovered a new continent. It can't stop anymore.

The two of us said a word, I said a word, added oil and vinegar, bitter and mean, and talked about the strange things in many reincarnations. Mr. Lu got through the pain as usual, and then talked with me.

This conversation until the oil lamp runs dry. It was pitch black inside the room.

When the oil lamp went out, we all shut up as if we had received some code.

Mr. Lu whispered: "After hearing so many strange things, I am a little reluctant to this world. The joys and sorrows are also very exciting. Thinking about it, after the soul is scattered, ignorant and ignorant, it seems a little lonely. ”