"People are in the suburbs, and they are trading with dealers there with a ticket, and it is estimated that they will not be able to leave for a short time." Little Buddha said while eating, seeing that I was a little uneasy, he waved his hand: "I'll let people stare at it, it's okay, let's go to him when we're full." ”

I nodded, and after taking a bite of food, I said coldly: "Little Buddha, I feel that something is wrong with you." ”

"What's wrong?"

"I remember that you don't belong to Lei Feng, why are you so willing to help me?" I looked at him and asked, "Because we're friends, that's why you're helping me for pure friendship?" ”

When I said this, I couldn't help but feel nauseous, will the grandson of Little Buddha talk to others?

It's just that the answer he gave me is quite reliable, whether outsiders believe it or not, I believe it anyway.

"Look at you." Little Buddha said.

The little Buddha is still the little Buddha that I can't see through, of course, the places I can't see through are his stupid and incomprehensible side.

After a while, we left the restaurant after eating, got in the car and went straight to the foot of a mountain on the outskirts of Shenyang.

I have to say that this group of tomb robbers still has brains, and when they trade, they are all in the suburbs, and rarely go to the city to engage in this kind of transaction, I guess they are afraid that they will be swept away by the people above.

At about six o'clock in the afternoon, we arrived at the eastern foot of the mountain where the group of men were trading, and they should have been a kilometer or two away, not too far nor too close, not only to block them in time, but also to outflank them from the mountain road to see the situation.

Now we're waiting for the call from the little Buddha's men to come, and as long as the group of brutes goes away, we'll drive to block the people we want to block.

I'm not stupid with Xiaofo, I can choose a situation with few people to block them, and I must choose a situation with few people, right?

Do you have to choose a few dozen people to play assault, isn't that looking for death?

"It's quiet."

"Hmm."

"He's boring."

"Hmm."

"Do you believe it or not?"

"Hmm."

Seeing the little Buddha glaring at me angrily, I looked at him helplessly and spread my hands: "I can't help you if you're bored, do you want me to do a magic trick for you?" ”

As soon as I heard this, Xiao Buddha almost didn't give me a slap, probably because I was mocked.

At this moment, on the mountain crossing not far from us, two people suddenly appeared, one was an old man, and the other was a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old.

The old man was bald, and his style was quite unique.

"Follow along." Little Buddha was bored with a cigarette in his mouth, turned his head sideways and asked me: "Do you want to go, it's boring anyway." ”

"People taking children out for a spring outing are also hindering you, why are you so gossipy?" I couldn't help but look at me with disdain, I really think that the little Buddha is sometimes quite childish.

How old a person is

"Have you ever seen a spring outing carrying a wine jar?" The little Buddha pointed to the wine jar on the young man's back and said, "Let's go, go up and see, the old man seems to be a monk, and I see the ring scar on his head." ”

Without waiting for me to answer him, the grandson dragged me out of the car without saying a word, and without hiding, he followed the two people in front of him so clearly.

If I were those two men, I would definitely think that the two grandsons in the back were robbers, one was dressed dirty, and the other was full of fierceness, and the criminal appearance of the two was really too standard.

After walking for a while, the young man looked back at us, then turned back again, and continued to walk with the old man as if he were all right.

Halfway up the mountain, the two men did not continue to walk the mountain path, but walked into the woods next to them, which seemed to be very familiar.

The little Buddha and I glanced at each other, and then followed.

Everything that followed made me very puzzled, and the little Buddha was even more confused.

In the middle of the woods, a cave-like pit is attached to the mountain wall, the size of a basketball, the edge of the square is probably artificially made, and the stone wall inside is embossed with a Buddha statue.

Strange to say, this Buddha statue is not the same as an ordinary Buddha statue, he has his back to us.

When the young man saw us coming up, he didn't say anything, but took off the wine jar on his back and put it in front of the Buddha statue.

The old monk turned to look at us and said with a smile: "The two little benefactors have been with us for so long, is there anything wrong?" ”

"It's okay, I'm just curious to come and have a look." Little Buddha's answer was concise and unconvincing, but the old monk nodded and looked convinced.

"Dad, I'll go for a walk in the mountains and come back in a while." The young man said, and the old monk nodded.

Dad? This is a bad guy, right?

This old man can be his grandfather at his age, how can he call people father?

What's more, looking at the appearance of this old man, the bald head and scar are taken out to call people donors, standard monks, can he have a son?

After the young man left, the old monk sat on the stone, took out the incense candle from the bag in his hand, inserted it into the soil on both sides of the Buddha statue, lit it and folded his hands and muttered a few words, and then fell silent.

"You're here to worship the Buddha?" I asked casually.

The old monk nodded.

"Why don't you go to the temple?" The little Buddha is also curious, in this kind of poor mountain and bad water environment to worship a stone Buddha, this kind of thing is really rare to see once.

The old monk sighed and said helplessly: "The monk also wants to go to the temple to listen to the scriptures and hear the Dharma, but there is no Buddha in the temple now." ”

Hearing this, I couldn't help but light up in my eyes, and suddenly I had a strong interest in this old monk, and what he said was similar to what the old man said at the beginning.

"So where do you think there is a Buddha?"

Seeing me ask, the old monk glanced at me and smiled gently.

"The Buddha is in the heart of man." The old monk looked at the Buddha statue and said, "It's a pity that in these years, who can have a Buddha in their hearts?" ”

"There are fewer people who believe in Buddhism?" Little Buddha's words are a beautiful display of his IQ.

The old monk shook his head: "Do you think there is a Buddha?" ”

Little Buddha didn't answer this question immediately, but thought about it for a long time and said, "I can't say."

"Little donor, do you think there is a Buddha in this world?" The old monk turned his gaze to me.

"I don't know, I've never seen a Buddha, and I haven't felt the Buddha's love for people like us, so I don't think there is a Buddha in this world." I laughed.

If the Buddha has mercy on sentient beings, then why is my life so miserable? Why did Yujia and the old man encounter such a thing?

"The cycle of cause and effect, retribution is unpleasant, and the suffering in this life is all caused by the past life." The old monk said something similar to what the fake monk on the street said, the standard phrase for fooling people: "The Buddha is compassionate, but unfortunately, people nowadays can no longer see the Buddha, or they can't tolerate the Buddha." ”

"Isn't the standard idea of people now that good people don't live long and that disasters will last for thousands of years?" The old monk laughed helplessly: "Since we all have this mentality, how many people can be good people sincerely, how can they tolerate Buddha?" ”

"There are many people who believe in Buddhism, and the believers who burn incense in the temple can't be counted." I say.

The old monk shook his head again: "People nowadays do not believe in Buddhism, but seek Buddha, or fear fruits. ”

"Fear of fruit?"

"Yes, the cycle of cause and effect, retribution is unpleasant, and now people worship Buddha in nothing more than three kinds, one is to practice Buddha sincerely, the second is to ask for Buddha, and the third is to fear retribution." The words of the old monk directly hit a certain part of my heart, because I used to think the same way: "Those who kill people are worshipping the Buddha, and those who harm others are also worshipping the Buddha, but you tell me, if they really have the Buddha in their hearts, how can they do those things?" ”

"In the final analysis, it is not the Buddha who has abandoned them, but they themselves and cannot tolerate the Buddha."

I smiled and agreed, "The master is right, the Buddha you are talking about may be good, right?" ”

"Monks have eaten meat and drunk wine, but I believe in Buddhism and respect Buddha, isn't it contradictory?" The old monk didn't answer my question directly, but turned away and said funny: "I'm a monk of wine and meat. ”

"That's a bit unethical, isn't it?" The little Buddha was also happy, and it is estimated that he also thought that this old monk was quite interesting.

The old monk shook his head: "I used to be like an ordinary monk, chanting scriptures and practicing Buddhism, and not eating wine and meat, but I slowly understood one thing. ”

"Instead of cultivating the Buddha to cross the Western Heavens, get rid of the body of suffering and not enter reincarnation, it is better to cultivate goodness." The old monk's smile was very pure: "Monk, I don't seek to cross the West Tianling Mountain, nor do I seek to get out of reincarnation, I just want to live this life with peace of mind." ”

"If one day you reach the end of your life, then you will definitely be able to go to the Western Heavenly Bliss." I said sincerely: "Your cultivation is much more powerful than those monks who study the scriptures hard and just want to get out of samsara, and the Buddha and his old man must like you." ”

The old monk smiled and before he could speak, my second sentence came out.

"Which senior are you?" I looked at him hopefully: "You opened the matter of the old man Hai, you"

Whether this old monk speaks, dresses up, or has a pure smile, it is the same as what Old Man Hai described to us.

According to my guess, there is an 80% chance that this person is the old monk who gave the old man Hai the idea in the first place!

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Some people are wondering why the finale is so soon, and it feels like this article has just begun to be written.

Anyway, these two volumes will finish everything, and I don't love water, and I don't have the heart to continue telling irrelevant stories.

In my opinion, after the word count exceeds 1.5 million, most of the works will have some readers jump out and say that it is water, or it has no original taste, and I don't want to encounter that situation.

What's more, there are many stories with the surname Yi, but the truly memorable story is just such a paragraph, so let's just write this part of the story.

It is expected to be completed at the end of August or September, and it should not be too much anyway, even if it is exceeded.

Well~~walking~~~