As if infected by the plague, a large kneeling sound of "poof" and "poof" suddenly sounded on his side.

The black-pressed crowd knelt in front of the monks, their eyes full of deep pleading.

"Seek the Master's ......"

"Let him go......"

"For us ......"

"He has truly repented......"

Countless voices drifted into his ears from far and near, like the Buddha's hidden guidance in the clouds.

Zifeng also knelt in front of him and said with tears in his eyes: "I know that I have sinned deeply...... I am willing to redeem the fruits of my sins with the rest of my life......"

Did he really know the sin he had? Are you really willing to repent sincerely?

If so, why did he start giving relief to the victims half a month before he returned home? If it is true, why should you bear the guilt in front of the people of the city, it seems to be remorseful, but in fact it is coercion.

Jingshan knew that the people of the city knelt in front of him, and they didn't really want to intercede for Zifeng. The drought will not end in an unknown way, and for every day of suffering, countless people will starve to death. On the way here, he saw countless corpses lying in a tragic situation, these people were just afraid that after Zifeng's death, there would be no one to give porridge, and they would die of extreme hunger.

They just want to live.

He is a good man, but he will kill a man. Zifeng is a wicked man, but he can save all people.

The bodhisattva and the yaksha are not separated by a line. So who is the bodhisattva and who is the yaksha?

Golden sunlight shines through the clouds, gently spreading across the land. Countless pairs of pleading eyes looked at him, and it was countless lives.

Over the years, he has traveled a lot of places and practiced cultivation, and those tolerances and compassion are not fake.

What's more, before he became a respectful good, he was already a great benevolent person who helped the weak and was gentle and gentle.

Among the remaining sins, killing karma is the heaviest; Among all the merits, release is the first. Good people should sacrifice themselves to save all peoples, not to mention the hatred of the past. Give up your own selfish desires and save countless lives.

The hand holding the staff trembled slightly, and he took a step back, as if to see everything in front of him. It seems that this is the only way to clear up all the confusion.

Putting down the butcher's knife may not only be said to Zifeng, but also to him.

Seeing people giving and helping them is very blessed. Put down the butcher's knife, save all peoples, and become a Buddha on the ground.

The golden honeysuckle grows gradually, it breaks its buds from the sludge, climbs upwards, its petals stretch, it grows bigger and bigger, as big as a house, and it continues to grow, almost filling the entire sky. Like a huge whirling wheel, it slowly flowed and swallowed his whole person.

There was a sudden silence all around.

In the clouds, the whispers of the Buddha seemed to sound, and those familiar scriptures flew densely into his ears from far and near.

“...... Lush yellow flowers, nothing more than Prajna, verdant bamboo, are all Dharma bodies...... The six realms of sentient reincarnation are like wheels without ......"

“...... Everything is impermanent, and everything is suffering. There is no self in all laws, and silence is joy......"

“...... Six fateful touches, touching fate, receiving fate, loving fate, taking fate, taking fate, having fate, being born, being born by old age, dying and sorrowful. This is extinguished, that is, if there is no ignorance, then it will be destroyed, and if it is destroyed, it will be destroyed, and if it is destroyed, it will be destroyed, and if it is destroyed, it will be destroyed...... When old age dies, sorrow and distress perish, ......"

Countless pasts, countless self appeared in front of him, in a trance, a dream, birth, old age, sickness and death, love and separation, resentment and hatred, and begging...... Sentient beings suffer from the red dust, and they cannot escape joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love and evil desires. However, the gathering will be dispersed, the accumulation will be exhausted, the life will die, and the high will fall.

Everything has a way of doing things, like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity, and should be viewed as such.

All is false.

His heart calmed down.

If you are a true cultivator, you will not see the world, and if you have seen the world, you will not be a true cultivator. He is willing to develop a Mahayana mind, to help everything, and he is also willing to suffer immeasurably on behalf of all sentient beings.

He slowly took a step back, his brow quiet. There was a curling Sanskrit sound in the clouds, and the golden light illuminated the robe, as if there was a chariot and horse music rushing to welcome the arrival of the Buddha.

Jingshan closed his eyes.

Sanskrit sounds are getting closer and closer, lingering at his side. As if to say to him, let go, as long as you let go, everything is in vain.

The hand holding the golden Zen staff slowly loosened, sliding inch by inch, but it was clenched when it was about to land.

Someone said, "No. ”

The deafening Sanskrit sound suddenly paused, and the bright Buddha light seemed to be stagnant.

The monk opened his eyes and said in a calm tone: "I don't want to let go." ”

......

In the white tower, the tooth-squeaking sound suddenly fell silent, as if the rolling wheel encountered an obstacle and stiffly repeated the forward posture.

In the countless red dust, countless monks with different faces stood among the kneeling people all over the city, including those with beautiful eyebrows, those with bright eyes like young men, those with cold appearances and lonely voices, and those with smiles on their lips and mocking violent people.

Sanskrit sound is like a huge golden bell, hanging above people's heads from heaven and earth, and countless majestic scriptures echo in heaven and earth, as if someone is muttering red dust over and over again, teaching people to break karma and relieve troubles.

Bodhisattvas give alms, wait for resentment, do not remember old evils, do not hate people.

It's time to let go, and you can become a Buddha when you let go.

The person holding the Zen staff raised his eyes slightly, and his gaze was completely different from the determination.

"I don't want to put it down."

The face of the monk in the robe became a little blurred under the scorching sun, as if it was blurred into another person. He clenched the Zen staff in his hand, looked at the people kneeling and pleading in front of him, looked at the wicked person in front of him, and said lightly again: "Admit it, you don't really repent." ”

The hidden smile on the corner of Zifeng's mouth froze, his movements stiffened for a moment, and his eyes looking at the hairpin were full of surprise.

Yes, hairpins.

Year after year, life after life, she has become countless different "hairpin stars", and the laughter and tears of each hairpin star are all accepted. I have experienced hundreds of human sufferings, and my heart has gradually become enlightened.

There is nothing to take from the body, and there is nothing to be done in the cultivation. There is no place to live in the law. The past is gone, but the future is not yet here. Now it's empty. No worker. No retribution. This life does not move. The world does not change. What is the Dharma in this, it is called Brahmanism.

She became a master of Jingshan, and she understood that as many times as before, as long as she experienced all kinds of sufferings in this life, as long as she let go of her candor, she would be reincarnated immediately, and the trial would be over.

This may be the result of the Five Rounds of Pagoda Trials, where monks gradually become enlightened and cultivate their minds and bodies after hundreds of lifetimes, even if they are dull, they will eventually become enlightened in such a reincarnation.

She knew the intention of the Wulun Pagoda, as long as she put down the Zen staff and let go of hatred, this life would be over.

The correct answer was close at hand, but she didn't do it.

Hairpin said: "Why? ”

Why should the other party commit evil consequences, but still live well. She tossed and turned all her life, just for revenge, but when she came to the end, she was threatened with her life and forced to let go.

Do good people deserve to be wronged?

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

Shen Changqing walked on the road, and when he met someone he knew well, he would say hello to each other or nod his head.

But it doesn't matter who it is.

There was no superfluous expression on everyone's face, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

on this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, it is an institution that maintains the stability of Great Qin, and its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

Arguably.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is accustomed to seeing life and death, then he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division is huge.

The people who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the town guard and the other is the demon exterminator.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts with the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then step by step, he is expected to become a town guard.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level of the demon slayer envoys.

Have memories of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Unlike other places full of slaughter, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and in the bloody Demon Suppression Division, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door is open, and there are occasional people entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in.

Access to the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow furrow instinctively, but quickly stretched.

The smell of blood on everyone's body in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to clean.