Everyone has a superhero in their hearts.

Abroad, there are many such heroes.

Such as Spider-Man, Batman, Iron Man, and so on, and the list goes on.

In your moment of crisis, you always hope that they will come down from the sky and save you from the depths of your trouble.

And in China.

The superhero in many people's hearts should be the Monkey King of childhood.

Whether it's in a book or on TV.

Everyone has their own monkey.

Unruly.

Rebel against fate.

Naughty and mischievous.

Dark and bloodthirsty.

Just as there are a thousand Hamlets for a thousand people.

Everyone has a different opinion of Sun Wukong.

But no matter what.

It represents the dreams of our childhood, and also represents a cultural and spiritual symbol of the Chinese.

There is a word in Buddhism called the heart ape and the horse.

The heart ape is the Monkey King.

A Monkey King, burrowed into your body and made a fuss.

In this process of surrendering it, it is practice.

Buddhist practice pays attention to a static character.

In many monks' rooms, you can see a big silence hanging on the wall.

When I meditate, I sit under that static character.

In fact, it does not mean that when the surrounding environment is quiet, you are really quiet.

Because the environment is quiet, and people are not quiet, then there is no point in cultivating.

The six purities are the cultivation.

The Sixth Patriarch Hui Neng once said: Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform. There was nothing in the first place, where to stir up dust.

It is not moved by the wind, nor is it moved, but the heart of the benevolent is moved.

That's what I'm talking about.

But.

In our country, in addition to practicing monks, there are also practicing Taoist priests.

Different paths lead to the same end.

Buddhism pays attention to the purity of the six roots, and does not mess with mortal dust.

Taoism is also quiet and inactive, indifferent and far-reaching.

In the final analysis.

In fact, everyone is comprehending the avenue.

The extent to which you practice depends on your attitude towards life, your philosophy of doing things, and what realm you have comprehended.

Look at the mountains are mountains, and look at the water is water.

Ordinary people, even for the rest of their lives, don't understand what this means.

When these cultivators have cultivated to a certain extent, they will understand the principles of life and philosophical thoughts much more thoroughly than ordinary people.

The so-called compassion of the Buddha, the heart of the Bodhisattva, is what I say, this is the truth.

Therefore, the young Taoist priest, who has practiced in the mountains since he was a child, has a pure heart for everything in the world. In my heart, there is a sense of truth, goodness, and beauty.

So he went down the mountain to realize Hongchen and became a hellish ghost, and he carried forward this kind of demon subjugation and demon extermination, compassion and compassion to the extreme.

He deeply understands that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.

When the people of Li are in dire straits, you obviously have the ability to come out, so why do you have to watch the people suffer?

Thereupon.

He stood in front of Chen Qiu, and with a heroic dedication, he first killed a group of "evil ghosts" and then faced a group of arrogant "evil gangsters". He raised his head and looked at them proudly.

"You people, all of them are black, and the fierce light is rising, and you are doing evil. In the future, he will inevitably go to hell, be severely punished by the ghost emperors of the five directions, and never be reborn. ”

The young Taoist priest said righteously: "I advise you to stop evil and cultivate good, and recite the Tao and copy the scriptures, otherwise you will die sooner or later." ”

The word hell.

In fact, it is not a foreign word, nor is it a special word for Buddhism, but a very local word.

As early as before the Western Han Dynasty, the local religion at that time was called witch.

In the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, up to Zhou Tianzi, down to the various vassal states. Whether it is fighting, sacrificing, or farming, it is necessary to invite witches to divinate and pray for victory in the war, strength of the country, and good weather.

King Wen of Zhou played gossip and did Zhou Yi, which is actually a kind of witchcraft. It's just that it was improved by King Wen, from burning the turtle shell with fire to throwing copper coins for divination.

From that time, Wu already had the early concept of hell, advocating that bad people who do evil will go to hell and be punished.

Later, when Buddhism flourished, he absorbed this word and turned it into his own culture.

Therefore.

Taoists also believe in hell and yin.

So the young Taoist priest, who was selected as a ghost, did not have any discomfort. On the contrary, he thinks that this is a test that God favors him and gives him, so that he can set things right in the world and clean up the night.

But.

This is actually a very self-righteous idea.

I always think that all the people in this world are suffering, waiting for him to save them. It's like those who, under the slogan of emancipating slaves, raided the homes of the lords of the manors, robbed their wealth, burned and looted everywhere, and then left a group of helpless black slaves to fend for themselves.

Don't ask people at all, you are a slave in this family, you have food, drink and shelter, and you can't live a good life.

Just like now.

Chen Qiu waited for the group of cute lonely souls and wild ghosts to send him 100,000 yuan every month.

Then duang's a bit.

Exploded.

Then a group of kind-hearted gangsters came to the door to deliver a little soup and medicine.

Then "dang" for a moment.

And he stood up.

He didn't ask Chen Qiu if he was the suffering people he was supposed to save.

Inevitably, it's a little too subjective.

It's as if Tang Sanzang has been asking the Supreme Treasure what is Dangdangdangdang, and he doesn't ask the Supreme Treasure if he can stand it at all.

Chen Qiu did not speak.

Take a few steps back.

Quietly returned to the clinic.

He lay on a bamboo chair and watched it all with interest, like an outsider.

Since this little Taoist priest likes to be strong, let him go.

Anyway, he made the first move.

Hell wants to punish, and it also punishes him, and it's about his own?

Zhang Kun put his hands in his pockets, took a few steps forward, and said word by word: "You? Want to stand up for him? ”

The little Taoist priest was not afraid: "I can't see you bullying others." ”

"Huh." Zhang Kun lit a cigarette for himself, took a deep breath, slowly spit out the cigarette, and then said, "Do it." ”

Behind him, more than thirty people rushed up at the same time.

The fat fish picked up the knife from the ground and was the first to rush forward. The little Taoist priest did not retreat, but advanced, holding a peachwood sword like fine iron, and headed towards the fat fish.

Chen Qiu also lit a cigarette.

It can be seen that this little Taoist priest should also be an intern ghost.

Presumably after completing his first mission, Hell placed his station next to him.

Heshan District, as the latest economic development zone, is only one ghost difference, and it is indeed a little less.

Although this is a suburb within a suburb, at least, it is larger than the city center. Hell, it's impossible not to get a few more ghosts in this place.

I just don't know what kind of goods my neighbors will have in the future, except for the stunned green in front of me.

But.

Right now, it's already a headache for him.

Reckless and impulsive. It's a young man who doesn't have any ideas and thoughts.,Quite willful.。

This is Chen Qiu's comment.

As a veteran who has spent the internship period, I feel like a new employee who is not very proficient in the business.

Normal people, no matter how good their physical fitness is, will not be stupid enough to fight more than thirty in one person.

But this kid did just that, and he was not afraid.

It can only be said.

Brains are a good thing, but this kid really doesn't.

Chen Qiu shook his head, and simply closed his eyes, out of sight and out of mind.

Screams and wails kept coming from my ears.

After a few minutes, Chen Qiu opened his eyes again.

I saw that the group of gangsters were lying on the ground, even Zhang Kun was beaten and his nose was swollen and he shed a lot of blood. However, the little Taoist priest did not kill him, at most he broke his leg and arm, and he was just disabled, and he was not killed.

But.

The appearance of the little Taoist priest is even worse than them.

There were knife wounds all over his body, and the Taoist priest's clothes were full of tears, and blood gushed down, staining both legs red.

The face was already pale.

An intern ghost is poor, no matter how much he strengthens his body, it is not as high as the bonus of bloodline. No matter how high your martial arts are, you are afraid of kitchen knives. Flesh and blood are made of flesh after all. Not to mention thermal weapons, even ordinary knives, guns and clubs can easily hurt him.

Therefore, the little Taoist priest beat so many people down, which is almost the limit of the internship ghost. If it weren't for the fact that he had been practicing martial arts since he was a child, coupled with his physical strengthening, perhaps he would have been hacked to death a long time ago.

But persevering until now, it is indeed the end of the strong crossbow, and the body standing there, constantly trembling, supported by the sword, is already shaking.

Zhang Kun looked at the leisurely Chen Qiu unwillingly, gritted his teeth and whispered, "Go." ”

The thugs come and go as fast as they come.

What if you don't go?

Stay here for lunch?

Not to mention that the brothers have all been beaten down and have no combat effectiveness.

The sirens outside were already telling them that if they stayed, maybe no one would be able to leave.

Audi and a couple of vans whizzed away.

Until this time.

Only then did the neighbors dare to come out to see them.

Person.

They are all afraid.

Especially when you encounter this kind of thing of slashing people with knives on the street, if you stand too close, maybe people will cut you as a gang.

Watching from afar is the reality of this society and the way of survival of the people.

The proprietress of the night snack stall also poked her head out of the storefront.

It wasn't until the thugs were far away that she crept over.

Glancing at the little Taoist priest who was still standing there, the proprietress said worriedly: "This person will be fine." ”

Chen Qiu pouted: "Don't worry, his life is very hard." ”

The proprietress glanced at him: "People are also here to help you, why are you so ruthless." Aren't you a doctor? Why don't you go up and save him? ”

"You called the police?"

Chen Qiu did not answer the question directly.

Although the intern ghost is an intern, it is a ghost difference. As long as the body has been strengthened, it has quite good resilience. As long as you don't die on the spot, even if it's a fatal injury, you can slowly recover.

"Righteous enough." The proprietress had an expression on her face, if she had changed someone, she might not dare to call the police for fear of causing trouble, so she dared to stand up and do such a thing.

Chen Qiu rolled his eyes.

Seriously, if the police hadn't come, he might have gone up and blackmailed those gangsters.

When you don't have money, you get used to living without money.

Now that I have tasted the feeling of making money, I feel a little bit like I am addicted to drugs, which is really addictive.

"Bang!"

They're chatting.

The little Taoist priest on the side tilted his head and fell into the rain.

It's still raining heavily.

He stained the earth into a river of blood.

Chen Qiu stared at him for a few seconds, not knowing what he was thinking.

This little Taoist priest is undoubtedly a good person.

Good people generally don't end well, and there are countless bloody lessons in history.

Today's incident may be regarded as a memory for yourself.

In the future, it is good to have a long snack.

But.

I guess I can't die.

Chen Qiu thought to himself when he saw him lying motionless in the rain.

The surrounding onlookers came over and pointed, but no one helped him.

"Are you dead?"

"Would you like to touch your nose and see?"

"Beware of people scamming you."

"It's like dead, motionless."

"Do you want to call him an ambulance?"

"What should I do if the doctor asks you for money later?"

"Yes."

The neighbors talked a lot, as if they were watching a monkey show.

You don't really want to die, do you?

Chen Qiu hesitated.

Although the ghost is sure that it is not so easy to die, but after all, he is a rookie from the internship, and with the continuous heavy rain, what if he really dies?

Do you want.

Check it out?

Never mind.

It's my business.

Chen Qiu thought to himself.

It doesn't matter if you die in the rain, or if your wound bleeds and shines.

It's none of his business anyway.

The blood flowed more and more, and the little Taoist's face became more and more pale.

Chen Qiu sat there, his mood also changing.

Someone kicked the little Taoist.

There was not a single movement.

"It seems to be really dead," the proprietress on the side couldn't bear to say: "Keling's little Taoist." ”

Really dead?

Chen Qiu stood up suddenly.

Throw away the cigarette butts.

Stood for two seconds.

And then.

Walked over with a blank face.

Oh yes.

It's like a previous life.

I owe it to you.