"Ah, I'm ......" in front of the spinning stake. The little dinosaur put on Bruce Lee's stance. "Wow," the little dinosaur shouted a trumpet and kicked diagonally.

Suddenly, a golden light flashed from the table in front of him. "Huh?" The round little brain melon was slightly stunned, and walked over with his tail dangling.

The dusky ancient book spread out, between the blank two pages, projected a crystal dazzling color like a treasure. The light shone on the long oval beak of the little dinosaur, and a gorgeous scene appeared between its pupils.

Endless wilderness, fragrant air, green clothes everywhere. The grass gently shakes in the wind, swaying and occasionally forming a distinctive wave, and white dandelions dot the air and flutter. "Huh. You're chasing me. The pink dragon shadow let out a cheerful voice that appeared in a blurred line of sight. The spirit of the little dinosaur chased after it unrestrained. He seemed very familiar with all of this, and it was like the paradise of his heart.

The streets were as deserted as ever, with a few people gathering together to whisper or walk in a hurry.

A pair of monk's shoes came and gently stepped on the edge of the fallen leaves. The ordinary rough leather hands plucked the incense tree beads. The rosary is as smooth as polished and waxed because of the perennial movement, and the thick leather fingers have been cocooned. The old monk was dressed in a brown monk's robe, and a crooked gourd hung from his waist. There was a soft sound in the gourd, "Stinky monk, release us quickly, or we will send you to the western sky." ”

"Oh Mida Buddha" The old monk clasped his hands together, "Everyone, don't be impatient, we are going to the West." ”

"Fart, stinky monk, we don't know each other, you disturb our practice, you use some demon method to imprison us here, and you still talk about it," the voice inside the gourd scolded

"The poor monk is hasty, just because you hurt your lives a lot in your life, and now you are dying, your grievances are condensed, and I am afraid that there will be many strange births. Then I will lead you to the West and chant the scriptures. The monk said

Suddenly, his face was cold, and a burst of aura rushed to his face, and the monk's robe was also blown and shaken. The old monk looked up, and the roof of the big house in the woods in the distance rose with a cloud of spiritual light that was neither auspicious nor evil.

"This, isn't it Heluo's wordless heavenly book?" The old monk moved slightly and walked over.

Banniang lay restlessly on the sofa in the hall, a little wind and grass, she was about to get up to see what was going on.

The door crept softly again, and after a moment's hesitation, she walked to the door.

"Is anyone there?" the voice outside the door was loud and gentle, and it was in a class of its own.

Banniang opened the door sideways, and saw a monk standing unexpectedly. The monk's face is kind, smiling lightly, and his demeanor is calm. He bowed down and saluted with his palms together: "Female benefactor, poor monk Dharma name Huize, the weather is hot, passing by the treasure party, begging for water and coolness."

"Come in, please." Ban Niang said

"What a disturbance." The monk walked into the room, and when he saw the basement, he couldn't help but pause. At this time, the little dinosaur came out obsessively holding the ancient book, and his whole body was in the ancient book, and the ancient book was shining brightly. Shine on the sluggish smiling face of the little dinosaur.

"Little dinosaur ......" Ban Niang yelled in her heart.

The monk clasped his hands together and said, "The female donor is at ease, Guanyin Master transforms into thirty-two phases, among which there is a dragon body, and seeing this dragon donor is like seeing the Bodhisattva in person." Oh Buddha Buddha"

Ban Niang breathed a sigh of relief, "Master, please sit down." She turned and went into the kitchen to get water.

Taking advantage of this gap, the monk slowly came to the little dinosaur, "Little donor Dragon, do you remember the poor monk?"

"Remember, you're not here to ask for water?" The little dinosaur said

"Hundreds of years between the vicissitudes of life are like snapping a finger, no wonder the little donor has forgotten." The monk said

"Hey, don't call me as old as you, I'm just a little dinosaur." The little dinosaur argued

The monk smiled slightly, caught a glimpse of Banniang, and saw her holding a glassware in one hand, holding a clean water cup, and quietly pouring a glass of boiled water.

The monk took it with both hands, took a sip first, and drank the water in one go.

Banniang picked up the cup and prepared to pour it again. The monk signaled that it was enough. said, "Female benefactor, the poor monk is presumptuous, I don't know where this ancient book came from. ”

Banniang glanced at Shacheng's diary, lowered her voice and said, "It's my lover." ”

The monk saw that Banniang's voice was small, and there seemed to be an unspeakable sound in it. Then he said, "The poor monk wanders all over the world, and I have heard of this book. This book is wonderful, but it has strange characteristics, and it is often regarded as an evil book or a hoodoo by the world. ”

"The master is well-informed," said Banniang, "and this book is indeed a bit different. Every now and then a number of deaths pops up"

"Life is all kinds of things, everything is empty, everything is empty. The monk said, "This book is not really about death, but just about the hearts of the people." ”

"Is life really just a dream?" Ban Niang said, recalling the sad past, tears flashing in her eyes.

"What is life, and what is life?" said Hui Ze, "all laws and all things are one." Female bodhisattvas should not be overly sentimental. ”

Banniang wiped the corners of her eyes slightly, "It makes you smile." She thought of something again and said, "Master, it's not been peaceful here lately. Where do you live?"

"Honestly, there is no place to stay." The monk said

"Meeting is fate, if the master doesn't mind, just stay, I'm also a hotel. Banniang said.

"How much does the shop cost?" asked the monk.

"When I met the master, it was fate, and the master would be his own home, and he didn't need to see outside" Ban Niang smiled

The female bodhisattva is kind-hearted, which makes the poor monk embarrassed. After bowing for a while, Hui Ze continued: "Thanks to the kindness of the female benefactor, the poor monk should not be greedy, but he still cultivates together elsewhere, can he be called to live together?"

"The master told him to come, the shop is spacious. Ban Niang seemed to remember something and said: You are new to this place, I am afraid there are not many entanglements. Take these. Ban Niang took out some piao from her purse.

The monk shook his head, "It's getting late, I'll go to find my fellow practitioner first, before leaving, the poor monk has a message to the female donor, the female donor has a sad look on her face, please be relieved, the donor has a good heart, and has my Buddha blessing." The monk turned and went out the door, leaving his back on the wide pavement.

When night fell, Huize walked into the land of fireworks and green willows and stopped in front of a KTV club. As the monk's robe walked in, someone next to him immediately pointed and pointed.

Countless beautifully dressed beauties swayed in the corridor, and Hui Ze closed his eyes and sat on a sofa in front of the door. Silently chanting scriptures in his mouth, in the depths of the luxury bag, staggered. Everyone hugged the beautiful women and danced in the flickering rainbow, and from time to time there were bad laughs.

Among these people, there was a black bald head, with a thick gold chain around his neck, and a beautiful woman in a low-cut shirt on each side, eating and drinking, and indulging in wine.

Suddenly, the bald head felt a harsh sound and covered his ears with his hands. With a splitting headache, he pushed the beautiful woman in his arms to the ground, rolled on the table by himself, and spilled the wine on the ground.

"Evil obstacles. The voice came from the air: "You are burdened with the life of the teacher, but you have become a murderer in the world, and you are committed to evil everywhere, obsessed with lust, and corrupted the purity of Buddhism. It's not out yet, but when will it ......"

"Rao, spare me, I won't dare anymore......" the bald head cried as he rolled. "Master, master, spare me. ”

"Ignoring the rules, violating several precepts in a row, hurting people's lives. Hui Ze said, "Today, with the Buddha Gate Dayi Sutra, I will turn you into a dog and bring you back to the temple to be punished." ”

"Turned into a dog?" The black-clothed bald head was ruthless, broke a wine bottle, and held a KTV princess hostage with a broken wine bottle, "Stinky monk, don't get an inch." I've confessed my mistake, and you're going to kill them all. If you don't let me go today. I'll kill this woman. ”

"Die without repentance. Hui Ze silently recited the Prajna scriptures in his mouth, and with a bald sound, he fell to the ground, his heart beat violently, goosebumps appeared on the surface of his skin, and his soul was like ten thousand ants gnawing at it, convulsions kept convulsing, and gradually atrophied. The bald head folded his arms in his hands and lay on the ground, his body getting smaller and smaller until he was covered in black hair. Turn into a black puppy.

At this time, Hui Ze pushed the door in, picked up the puppy with one hand, stroked the puppy's coat, and showed sadness. Seeing this, everyone gave way.