Buddha Camel Island, a dilapidated temple. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info A little novice is teasing a puppy. He took out a piece of bun from his arms and handed it to the puppy, he gently waved the bun in his hand and said, "Eat, eat, I finally got it from the Buddha." The puppy was long and thin, the two earphones were pulled, and the big eyes flashed and looked around timidly, and finally did not resist the thirst for food, and bit the bun and ate it.

A thin old monk walked in from outside and scolded with a smile: "Stinky boy, you have stolen the offerings of the altar again." Little Shami smirked.

The old monk gently touched the head of the little novice: "Silly boy, I don't have anything to eat, and I go to raise a puppy." After speaking, he took out two small white cakes from his bosom and handed them to him.

"There is food, all living beings are fate, Master, you said, it lost its parents like me, so pitiful. ”

The little novice happily ate the cake. "Master, have you eaten it? "Master has eaten, Master has done his homework, you go to practice, Master will assess your progress in the afternoon." "Master, his mind is too difficult, I haven't made any progress after practicing for so long, and I'm still stuck in the state of contemplation. "Then there are things that are easy to succeed, Master also went through countless times of practice back then, and when the kung fu arrived, it will naturally come to fruition, and your talent is very good, as long as you work hard, you will definitely achieve something." "Yes, Master. ”

The old monk closed his eyes and sat down, and after a while, he opened his eyes and saw that he had left a cake in front of his table, and there was a small tooth mark on it.

Master hasn't eaten again, alas, can his body hold up, why are you hungry again, alas, I can only detect the mind of the little animal now, when can I be as powerful as Master. Receiving the thought of clear space, the old monk couldn't help but have a smile on his face.

A strange thought came from the doorway, with violence, panic, unease, fear, as if the emotions of countless people were bursting out at once.

There was a soft knock on the dilapidated temple door, and a young man stood outside the door with some uneasiness. His long writing is weak, and his face is very delicate. He looked at the dilapidated statue of the god outside the temple and a strange smile appeared on his face.

When the puppy saw him, he seemed to be very frightened, and the hair on his whole body stood on end. It kept screaming in a low voice, but it didn't dare to approach the young man's side.

Xiao Shami heard the voice coming out of the aisle, and hurriedly opened the door and said with a smile: "My Buddha is merciful, donor, you are here." ”

"Is Master Mingxiu here? The young man said with some restraint. "Master, I'm still doing my homework. The little monk said softly. The young man stopped talking, but stood quietly outside the door.

The old monk walked out of the wing, and he said to the little novice, "Go to the back and take the clothes to be washed." ”

After watching the little novice leave, the old monk said solemnly: "My Buddha is merciful, donor, have you been feeling better lately, come in." The young man hesitated, shook his head, and said, "I still don't go in, and if I have a seizure, I will hurt others." ”

"Come in, don't trust yourself, you can control yourself. When the young man heard this, he walked gently towards the temple. "Let's put on the incense first. The young man took out a copper plate from his pocket with some embarrassment and respectfully put it into the merit box. The old monk didn't care, handed over a high-quality sandalwood and shouted: "Calm down, concentrate on the mind, and worship the Three Treasures." ”

The young man respectfully bowed three times, gently inserted sandalwood into the incense burner, and in the curling light smoke, his uneasy expression slowly calmed down.

The old monk narrowed his eyes slightly, and the young man's heart continued to show violent and terrible thoughts, constantly impacting the old monk's mind, which was also a huge burden on him. He has a sense of insight into people's hearts, and it is also a kind of tempering of his own heart.

"Donor, chanting the mantra thirty times will do you good. The old monk led the young man into the wing, and the young man sat cross-legged on the pu tuan, and the young man began to recite the scriptures with a pious expression on his face.

The young man's heart began to calm down, and looking at all this, the old monk smiled with relief, he closed the door, and sat outside with his eyes closed, like a Buddha statue. He summoned his mind and began to regulate the thoughts of the youth.

The dilapidated temple door was once again pushed open. A tall monk walked in, wearing a yellow monk's robe that exposed his right arm, and the uppers of his shoes were covered with dirt and dirt.

With his head down, the monk quickly walked through the low aisle and went straight to the inner hall. When he saw the old monk, he was taken aback, and hurriedly saluted solemnly: "My Buddha is merciful, I don't know that Senior Brother Mingxiu is here, and Mingguang has seen the salute." "Senior Brother Mingguang, I haven't seen him for many years, and I've always been good. The old monk opened his eyes and looked at the monk with a relieved expression.

"My Buddha is compassionate, thank you Brother Mingxiu for your concern. It's been almost ten years since I said goodbye to Fanyin Temple, and I didn't expect to meet Senior Brother Mingxiu here. "My Buddha is compassionate, junior brother, I have cultivated and improved over the years, and my state of mind is actually inviolable. ”

"Senior Brother Mingguang, the care of the past, the little monk should be remembered forever. Although the little monk's cultivation is low, he does not dare to forget his duty as a demon monk. If the demon seed is not eliminated for a day, the demon will flow all over the world, and the four realms will be restless, and the demon monk should be the demon guard, save the common people, and have no regrets even if he dies. Mingguang stared at the old monk and said.

"Saving a life, winning the tenth-level floating slaughter, Buddhism pays attention to compassion and saves sentient beings. "Senior Brother Mingxiu, you are still so stubborn, have you forgotten Master's teachings, if it weren't for your opposition to Master back then, you wouldn't have been kicked out of Fanyin Temple. Mingguang folded his hands and saluted.

"Senior brother, what Master says may not be right, and what you see with your eyes is not necessarily the truth. Senior disciples, people in Buddhism, don't act in vain to kill and create more evil fruits. The old monk Mingxiu folded his hands and sighed softly, and his eyes seemed to be able to understand people's hearts.

"Senior brother, with your supernatural powers, you should know what your junior brother's heart is thinking. The little monk, when he was a child, his hometown suffered from the disaster of monsters, and the whole family was killed by monsters. Fortunately, the master rescued him and saved his life. The little monk once swore that if the demon seed is not eliminated for a day, he will never achieve positive results in this life, and he will never enter the avenue. ”

Mingguang slowly straightened up, his face sinking like water, and the golden tattoo on his right arm bloomed like a flower. In a few moments, his right arm became as if it were made of copper and iron. He slowly stepped forward, stretched out his right hand, and pushed the door of the wing.

"My Buddha is compassionate, let the poor monks bear all the cause and effect. The old monk looked at Mingguang with a sad look on his face.

With a loud roar, Mingguang was shaken away by the huge anti-shock force, and his feet were on the hard blue brick surface, making clear footprints, and he took five steps back in a row before he could stabilize his figure.

"It seems that Venerable Xinjue must embarrass the little monk, cover the demon seed, and make mistakes again and again. Don't blame it, the junior brother is not emotional. As soon as the magic power is opened, the jade is burned. Mingguang gently wiped away a trace of blood from his mouth.

"Look at the physiognomy. He let out a low cry, and his right arm turned into a huge unique weapon, a Buddha statue made of copper and iron. It was covered with scars, red stains of blood, and it was extremely strange.

The iron Buddha statue opened his eyes and stared at the old monk Mingxiu like a living thing, Mingguang's eyes were red, and he looked at the old monk Mingxiu with a hideous expression and said: "My Buddha is merciful, and he uses thunder to show the heart of the Bodhisattva." Mingguang waved the huge iron Buddha statue with the sound of wind and thunder, and struck at the old monk.

"Stop, don't hit my master. Little Shami heard the sound and rushed to Mingguang with an anxious scream when he saw this scene.

"Don't come here, don't come here, hide quickly. The old monk jumped up and quickly used his thin body to protect the little novice. There was a loud roar, and the entire temple shook like an earthquake.

After a long time, the dust slowly cleared. Mingxiu Zhizhi picked up Mingxiu, whose face was like gold paper, and whispered: "Senior brother, why are you obsessed with this." ”

"My heart's desire, all beings are equal, my heart's desire, all things are peaceful. If not, how can one become a Buddha, how can one attain supreme enlightenment, if you do not succeed in this life, you will have an afterlife. Tie Tuo, you have grown up, we have eight brothers and sisters, and you are the most resolute. Go with your heart and let Him guide you. Demon subjugation is not only a way to kill, but the right way to educate others, and my little apprentice will be handed over to you. The old monk stretched out his right hand and touched Mingguang's head lightly, laughing. After a while, the old monk closed his eyes and said nothing.

Mingguangyuan opened his eyes, and saw a ball of light rising from Mingxiu's body, and there was no trace after a while. "Thank you for your teachings. He bowed silently, and his face as solid as stone could not hide the sadness on his brow. He gently put down the old monk's body, reached out and touched the little novice who had passed out, and his heartbeat and pulse were still very stable.

The door to the chamber was opened, and the young man was still in the chamber reciting the scriptures, as if unaffected by the outside.

The sandalwood in the room cleared Mingguang's mind, and after a long time, he lowered his head and said softly: "Donor, please go with the poor monk." ”

The young man opened his eyes and said helplessly: "Master, you are still here." I have been dedicated to goodness all my life, and I have never done anything bad, and I can't imagine that there will still be such a catastrophe. ”

He walked outside the door and saw the old monk who fell to the ground and said, "It's all because of me, I hurt the old abbot, can you recite the Heart Sutra for the old abbot." Looking at the young man's sad expression, Mingguang nodded silently.

After a while, heavy footsteps were heard outside the door, and Mingguang looked up, and ten expressionless members of the Eight Divisions walked in. One of them said in a gong-like voice, "Venerable, the Heavenly Punishment Department has arrived and has been ordered to come and escort the demon seed. ”

After speaking, the ten members of the Heavenly Punishment Department unceremoniously interrupted the young man's chant, stepped forward and ignored the young man's pleading, inserted four huge demon-subduing needles into the young man's body, and then dragged him away like a dead dog.

One of the men reached out to drag the fainting little novice, but Mingguang reached out to block him. "Venerable, according to the regulations, those who sympathize with the monsters must be filled into the eight tribes. "I will teach this little novice myself. ”

Mingguang's ears were still filled with the painful wails of young people, and he closed his eyes helplessly. For the first time in my life, I had a slight doubt about my mission. Master, are you really wrong?

Mingguang was pondering, his right arm shot out a light shadow, and an anxious voice said, "All Buddhist disciples, come and gather." "The wise face in the light and shadow is revealed.