The meal is over, the sun is getting dark, the stars on both sides are gradually rising, the lines are like weaving, and the nets are shining in the city, just like the group of peppers in the bowl of noodles.

The road under his feet was lengthened with a squeak, and the footprints on the snow were clueless; Mai Shaofei walked in the snow with his head down, as if he was deliberately choosing those soft parts to settle on, stepping on the ground, and connecting the scattered footprints together.

The snow that you step on is like ice and not ice, and after it is formed, it destroys the original white velvet, which is not beautiful, but has a solid feeling. Occasionally, when I walk through a brightly lit place, my eyes are full of potholes and glittering, making it difficult to open my eyes.

Thirteen Lang is still like just now, walking steadily step by step, breaking on the ice, kicking away in the snow, if there are insects and ants looking up, I don't know if I will sigh because of this, dreaming of whether I can become a Monkey King like him.

Insects and ants are unwise, and they don't really feel anything, and Mai Shaofei has, after noticing Thirteen Lang's posture, he teased: "Don't be like Lu Mo, he can't beat you." ”

Thirteen Lang was slightly flustered, and then understood what he meant, and couldn't help but feel a warmth in his heart, smiled, exhaled, and relaxed his body.

The dead die, and the living must continue to live, and no matter what you do, you must first live well. Speaking of which, when Leng Yu died, Thirteen Lang was not as difficult to control himself as he is today, not because he was close or not, but because the anger in his heart was not strong enough.

The Soul Girl essentially died on the battlefield, and no matter what Thirteen Lang did, she couldn't save it; although it was a bit self-deceptive, but on the other hand, wouldn't it be comforting to deceive herself? What I was most afraid of was that I couldn't even find a reason to deceive myself, and that was the saddest thing.

It is said that it is glory for the general to die on the battlefield, but Shisanro does not see it that way. So he still found it unacceptable. However, there are degrees of unacceptability, if you compare dying on the battlefield with dying in the back. No matter how you look at it, it is more comforting to be heroic, or it can contain its sorrow a little.

Revenge and revenge are put together. Everyone prefers the former, and Thirteen Lang is human, so the same is true.

Mai Shaofei knew and understood, so he comforted, and Thirteen Lang heard it, understood, so he was grateful.

That's what friends are

Walking on the road, Mai Shaofei said: "I just said that I had something to ask, what is it?"

Thirteen Lang sighed and replied, "No need to ask now. ”

Mai Shaofei was puzzled.

Thirteen Lang said, "You guys are here. It means that the Demon Palace sees the opportunity to recover me, and of course there will be chips in hand. I was wondering what the chips were, but now I know. ”

Chips can be profit or hate, and Mr. Big's death is a relief to the Demon Palace, and this is the reason.

The corners of Mai Shaofei's lips were slightly raised, and he said sarcastically or self-deprecatingly: "You are so powerful, others don't have this qualification." ”

It's the truth.

Thirteen Lang was not hypocritical, and said lightly: "I have always been powerful. More powerful in the future. ”

Mai Shaofei didn't know what to say, so he said casually: "Lu Mo is okay, right?"

Jusanro shook his head and said, "He should be grateful to me, if he is smart enough." ”

Mai Shaofei said: "Lu Mo is getting stronger when he encounters setbacks. But his heart is not necessarily broad-minded, and some things may not be as you think. ”

Shisanlang said calmly: "Really a warrior. Dare to face the bleak life, and the real brave dare to store potential dangers. ”

Mai Shaofei was stunned. I thought to myself how elegant this sentence is, why does it always sound like a pimpleness?

That's what I said. Suddenly, there was a chanting sound in front of him, and the sound was loud and reverent, as if the believers were worshipping the gods. Somewhere the lights were bright, and I don't know how many people gathered there to express their passion, but there was a dead silence all around.

Thirteen Lang frowned slightly.

"This is"

"Zealots, troubled people. ”

Thirteen Lang replied lightly, and suddenly his tongue bloomed with spring thunder, and he broke off: "Shut up!"

There was a bang in my ears, but there was really nothing, and the chanting stopped abruptly, and the lights were filled with anger, as if there were waves brewing beneath the surface of the sea, threatening to stir up the surroundings at any moment.

In the dead silence, a few weepings faintly came, mixed with a few crazy roars, as if they were accumulating anger over the desecration of their beloved gods, or liliang or something, ready to burst out and launch a counterattack.

Thirteen Lang snorted coldly, Wei Ling burst into anger, like a thunderbolt hanging above everyone's heads, and drank in his mouth: "Within three breaths, extinguish the lights, disperse, rest;

The thunder woke up, the crying stopped, the roar disappeared, and the believers loyal to the gods could not resist the fear of death, and scattered in all directions after the chaos, like rabbits that found a tiger in their home. After a while, the lights went out, and the surroundings returned to the same quiet and dim as before, as for how many crises were hidden in the darkness, how many angry and unwilling faces, Thirteen Lang didn't know, Mai Shaofei didn't know, and the gods couldn't know.

Mai Shaofei suddenly said: "I'm afraid it's useless." ”

Thirteen Lang was a little tired, rubbed his eyebrows and said, "I know." ”

"Know you're still like this?"

"Why not?

Mai Shaofei was silent, and after a long time, he said solemnly: "This kind of thing is very dangerous. ”

Thirteen Lang looked sarcastic and said, "It's good to know, you holy sons don't eat and wait for death all day long, go back and talk about it." ”

Mai Shaofei nodded solemnly and said, "I will." ”

After a short exchange of two sentences, Thirteen Lang temporarily got rid of a mental matter, Mai Shaofei added a burden, and the two of them didn't say anything more, and continued to move forward side by side.

After walking for a while, Mai Shaofei couldn't help but raise the question that had existed in his heart for a long time, and said, "Immortals and mortals, why can this be like this?"

The monk felt that this kind of thing was not unusual; Mai Shaofei was born in a big family, and although he was not free after entering the Demon Palace, he was not subject to any restrictions on his cultivation. With his identity and experience, he has been able to come into contact with many major repairs, and he understands the truth that he can get out of the ordinary by entering the mortal. However, entering the mortal does not mean that he really becomes a mortal, judging from the narration of many old monsters, the important thing for a monk to enter the mortal world is to keep the heart of the Tao, and never be fascinated by the ordinary.

Did Thirteen Lang enter the mortal? No.

He didn't even hide his identity, so he appeared in the world in a grand manner, and Mai Shaofei could see that those people treated Thirteen Lang as one. As one of their own, the fear of the monk is so slight that it is almost imperceptible.

This is normal. It's not normal because it's normal; Mai Shaofei doesn't believe that Thirteen Lang can't see this, because he is even more puzzled.

What can you perceive in this way? While receiving the Dao heart, it is also necessary to integrate into the life of the mortal world, so that we can experience the joys and sorrows of the red dust, and finally realize it.

It is not the cultivation of Buddhism to achieve enlightenment, and it is not the monk to seek liberation, the purpose is the same, but the way is different. Mr. Eight Fingers refuses to hide his identity, what can he understand?

Shisanro asked rhetorically, "Does the monk kill anyone when he sees him?"

Mai Shaofei shook his head, not understanding what he meant.

Shisanro asked again, "Do monks eat people?"

Mai Shaofei smiled bitterly and said, "Don't be like this, okay." Amusement me. ”

Mr. Eight Fingers is physically and mentally strong, and he will not hurt his muscles and bones by spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, but this blood is different from other blood, if he does not release that anger, it may be able to hurt the origin. Mai Shaofei knew that Thirteen Lang was in a bad mood at the moment, and deliberately laughed at himself and ridiculed him, without losing his kindness.

Thirteen Lang didn't appreciate it, and said with a sneer: "If you don't kill people and don't eat people, what's wrong with immortals and mortals together?"

Mai Shaofei was a little angry. said: "This is a bar lifting. There is a difference between immortals and mortals, how can mortals look at monks like immortals, how can they be so free. ”

"Immortals, hehe. ”

Thirteen Lang pointed to the sky casually. "Do you know it?"

A jackdaw swept across the sky, as if noticing the gaze of the two, and snorted a few times.

Mai Shaofei said helplessly: "I don't understand going around in circles like this." Direct point. ”

Shisanlang said: "I have seen toads ride snakes and birds, and birds fly with eagles. There are also tigers and rabbits, wild ape children, and lone wolves and mountain bears watching the sunset. The fawn and the lion welcome the morning glow. Natural enemies can be like this, why can't immortals coexist?"

Mai Shaofei said angrily: "They are all beasts, how can they be compared to people." ”

"You mean, humans are inferior to beasts. ”

"That's not what I meant"

"And what do you mean?"

"I mean, human intelligence is far from being comparable to that of animals"

Mai Shaofei's voice became quieter and quieter, until he paused. He knew how Jusan Lang would reply, but there was no way to refute it.

It's very simple, what beasts can do, humans with higher spiritual intelligence can't do?weishenme mortals are so in awe of monks, no, should I say so fearful, far more than anything else?

"People like to make simple things very complicated, as if they don't reflect their wisdom. Not to mention, monks like to live in awe of others, as if they don't do it, they can't prove that they are cultivating immortals and will never be able to attain enlightenment. Even if you are cultivating the Dao of Perception and have to ask the world for advice, you like to cover up your identity and call it mortal. ”

Thirteen Lang's voice was a little emotional, and he said contemptuously: "I'm a person, what god and what immortal do I like to believe in the most, do you know weishenme?"

Mai Shaofei didn't know how to answer his words.

Thirteen Lang said: "Because the true immortals and true gods can't look at it, they are all looking at some roosters and dog thieves, either smearing gold and living in the temple, or hiding their shapes and pretending, which really makes me look down on them." ”

Mai Shaofei disagreed, and defended: "Living in a temple may not be what the immortal Buddha wants, the world is ignorant, and he is willing to worship and seek comfort, how can he blame the immortal Buddha." As for the concealment and entry into the world, how can it be regarded as a fault? Just imagine how much disturbance and horror the true body of the immortal Buddha would have to arouse, wouldn't it be a disaster to the world? ”

Thirteen Lang said contemptuously: "Have you ever seen an Immortal Buddha?"

Mai Shaofei replied: "I haven't seen it, but I know that the Immortal Buddha is boundless, and it is inconvenient to reveal his true body easily." ”

Thirteen Lang sighed and said, "For those people just now, what is the difference between people like you and me and Immortal Buddhas?"

Mai Shaofei's expression changed slightly.

Thirteen Lang said: "They know that I am a monk, and I am a profound and powerful man, but what disturbed me, and who is harming the world?"

Mai Shaofei said bitterly: "That's what I asked, will weishenme be like this?"

Jusanro replied, "It's very simple, just have a heart. ”

"What heart?"

"A heart of equality, a heart of justice. ”

Thirteen Lang's expression was calm and peaceful, and he said, "If a monk treats a mortal as a human being, a person like a monk, he can make him fearless and harmless. Immortals and Buddhas regard mortals as ants, how can ants not be afraid of immortals and Buddhas?"

Mai Shaofei said helplessly: "You have a point, but what's the benefit?"

Shisanlang didn't despise him, and said seriously: "Ten years ago, I was desperately pursuing Liliang, and now I am still like this, but my understanding of Liliang is completely different. If I have to say, I found that my ability to comprehend the Dao Fa has greatly improved, and it should be from here. ”

Hearing this, Mai Shaofei was silent for a long time, and after a long time, he asked, "How can I have the heart of cultivation?"

Thirteen Lang said calmly: "Don't be contemptuous and afraid because of strength and weakness, don't like and dislike because of flesh and skin, don't be blinded by hatred, don't hesitate for racial confusion, you can cast a supreme heart, and immortals come and go freely." ”

Mai Shaofei asked, "Are you a fan?"

Shisanlang smiled and replied, "I'm a monk, why do I need to turn into a mortal. ”

(To be continued......)

PS: In terms of the theme, the fifth volume can be finished here, and the old gun feels that he still writes something, which is quite satisfactory and a little proud. The truth is over, the story is not over, let's continue.