"Holy monk, save me, holy monk, save me. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

When Tang Seng was walking on a white horse, he always heard someone asking for help in a trance, and then he stopped the white horse and looked around.

"Holy monk, don't look, I'm at your feet. ”

The sound from below startled Tang Seng, and the white horse quickly jumped off the ground.

Tang Seng found that this land was different from other lands, there was some grass on the soil in other places, but the ground under his feet just now seemed to have been hoeed with a hoe, and the new soil inside was turned out.

Tang Seng stretched out his hand to pull the new soil away, and then he was startled, under the thin layer of soil, there was actually a person buried.

"Holy monk, please save me. The man glanced at Tang Seng weakly, and his voice was low and inaudible.

"What's going on, how are you buried here?" asked Tang Seng.

"I, I saw the monster hunting notice posted by Gao Laozhuang to catch the monster, and started a big battle with the monster here, but the strength was not good, and the skills were not defeated by him, at this time the rest of the people rushed towards the monster, this monster has the habit of taking people away after defeating others, in order to avoid being taken away, I dug a pit here and buried myself. ”

"I don't have the strength to come out now. ”

"Don't worry, I'll help you. Tang Seng said as he helped him throw a handful of soil outside.

"No, Holy Monk, I know that I have been seriously injured and that my life is short, and I don't expect to come back to life, I just, but I still have a wish that has not been fulfilled. ”

Tang Seng didn't stop digging out: "What stupid things are you talking about, you can still live for a long time, wait for a while, I will be able to rescue you." ”

"It's useless, that monster is terrifying inside, my internal organs have been destroyed by the internal force of that monster, if this can still survive, it is really Lord Yama who doesn't want my rotten life." The man smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Holy monk, before I die, I want to ask you to promise me one thing, one thing that you will help me accomplish no matter what. ”

"Just say it, I'm listening. "Tang Seng is still digging.

The man's hand suddenly stretched out from the soil and grabbed Tang Seng's robe: "I have always liked Miss Gao, but she was entangled by that ugly monster, please, I don't care what I do, please be sure to free Miss Gao from the clutches of that monster, definitely, must..."

"Hey, hey, hey, you keep talking, don't you keep talking about how I know who is Miss Gao and who is a monster, hey, don't close your eyes, I didn't hear what you just said... Wukong, you came back just in time, help me see if this person is still saved!"

Tang Seng saw Sun Wukong, who had come back and threw a bunch of melons, fruits and vegetables on the ground, his eyes flashed with hope, and he hurriedly shouted at him.

"What's noisy, I don't know if I like to be quiet. Sun Wukong muttered as he walked towards Tang Seng.

Sun Wukong stretched out his hand and probed the man's nose and found that he was no longer breathing.

"Hey, I said monk, don't go too far, although I did steal a few elixirs from Lao Jun, but the elixir is only an elixir after all, and there is no way to treat a person like this who has died. Sun Wukong shrugged his shoulders, "Give up." ”

"It's dead, it's impossible, obviously he was very happy with me just now, why.."

"Maybe it's because something has been blocking his heart so that he can't close his eyes, did he tell you any last words before he died?" asked Sun Wukong.

Tang Seng nodded.

"That's right, many people live for a wish, maybe his soul has already been taken away by black and white impermanence, and what you talk to is only his remaining subconscious. ”

Sun Wukong looked up at the sky: "Who will say this kind of thing." ”

Tang Seng looked at the dead man blankly, knelt on the ground and chanted the scriptures, but it stopped abruptly after just a few words.

If this scripture does not surpass anyone, but only destroys the evidence of man's existence, then wouldn't it hurt him to recite this scripture again?

Sun Wukong heard the sound of Tang Seng chanting stopping, turned his head to look at Tang Seng, and the expression on his face was a little shocked.

"Monk, you... Why are you crying?"

"You monkey is talking nonsense, obviously the wind is too strong and the sand has fascinated my eyes, where is I crying. ”

Tang Seng stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears from his eyes and stood up.

"By the way, it seems that there is a pig demon in front, judging from the breath I felt, the pig demon should not be an ordinary monster, if you fight him hard, Ana is not very sure, I think otherwise we should take a detour?" Sun Wukong looked at Sun Wukong with an inquiring gaze.

Tang Seng shook his head: "No, let's go straight and see how powerful that pig demon is, and then go and see who that Gao Cuilan is." ”

"Gao Cuilan, this is a woman's name, could it be that you have moved your heart to spring, and you are ready to find someone to start a family and no longer go to the West to learn scriptures?"

When the white horse heard this, he stretched out his hind hooves to Sun Wukong, and kicked Sun Wukong out of the way with one hoof.

"You're just a white horse, what kind of vinegar do you eat. Sun Wukong sat up and rubbed his head, which was a little shaky because of the collision.

"If you give me any more, believe it or not, I'll recite you a mantra for a day. Tang Seng squinted at Sun Wukong.

"Okay, you're the boss, it's all up to you, it's all up to you, I won't talk too much. Sun Wukong felt very bored, and directly reached out to cover his mouth, making a whining sound.

Tang Seng felt that he was very irritable in his heart now, in the past, when he encountered such a situation, he knelt down calmly and recited a scripture to overtake the dead, but the description that Sun Wukong gave him that day was like planting a small seed in his heart.

That kind of seed was deliberately forgotten by him in the corner, without water or fertilizer, but it still grew strongly, broke through the soil layer that blocked it, and grew into a towering tree.

It became a barrier in his heart.

He examines himself, examines his scriptures, examines everything around him, but the more things are organized, the more complicated the situation becomes.

What is the difference between a monk who can't chant sutras and a sword that doesn't have a sword body.

But if the recitation of the scriptures does not bring relief to the deceased but rather deepens their suffering, then what is the reason for the scriptures to be recited?

After thinking about it like this, Tang Seng couldn't find an answer.