"Why don't you put it down?"

"Huh?" The hairpin looked up sharply.

In the silence, the voice of a person suddenly sounded, which was terrifying. The voice seemed to be far away and near, as if it was somewhat familiar, calm, stiff, like a pool of stagnant water, without half a wave.

The hairpin looked at the Buddha statue in front of her, and the golden Buddha looked at her with a smile, I don't know if it was an illusion, she felt that the gaze had changed a little.

"Ask me?" She was a little surprised, could it be that the trial in the five-round tower was not over yet? What should she answer?

It is often said that you have to figure out the intention of the person who asked the question in order to arrive at the correct answer. Respect for goodness is a Buddhist practice who is willing to sacrifice oneself for the sake of sentient beings, and now she should be seen as if she were an unrepentant and selfish villain.

But the hairpin can't be as great as him, and there is a distance between the Buddha and mortals. Since you can't figure out the other party's intentions, you can only say what you think seriously, and sincerity is always easier to impress people than hypocrisy.

Hairpin said: "I really want to put it down, but I just can't put it down." Even if I barely spare him and save the people, the relief after this will not offset my pain. I can fully imagine what will happen to me after doing this, and I will definitely think about it again and again at night, and the more I think about it, the more I regret it, and I will live in unwillingness to be sad and angry for the rest of my life, and finally die of depression. ”

"For others, it is natural for a good person to do these things, and it is to accumulate merit, but for me, it is difficult for a strong person."

"The Buddha will have no personal feelings, I am a human being, so I have clear grievances and grievances, and I am not willing to wronged myself."

"If you can't put it down, you can't let it go, I don't want to force it."

After saying these words, the surroundings fell silent again.

The strange voice didn't continue, but a change crept in the void.

The huge, majestic and cold golden Buddha statue looked at her silently in the dark, the smile on the corner of her mouth was still soft, her expression was still compassionate, and a clear tear slowly welled up in her calm and indifferent eyes.

Golden Buddha ...... Tears.

Hairpin Star was stunned.

She just told the truth, and she wouldn't let this Buddha statue move to tears, right?

The smiling face of sorrow was close in front of him, and the tears were falling one by one. Clear water flowed out of it like a spring, flowing down the huge golden body, and converging into a small puddle on the ground in front of the hairpin.

Hairpin hesitated for a moment, stepped forward, the water was as calm as a small round mirror, she reached out and touched the warm water.

In an instant, a huge sadness and confusion rushed over his face, and the hairpin star was densely wrapped.

She saw everything through the mirror-like surface of the water.

She saw that the Buddha cultivated Jingshan and put down the golden Zen staff under the pleading of the people in the city. Yang Zifeng thus escaped with his life. As he said, he took out the rice and grain in the house and gave it to the people until he survived the drought.

The drought is over, Yang Zifeng is known as a good name in the world, and Jingshan has also become a living Buddha with compassion, and the past grievances have been written off. Behind people's backs, it is said that Master Jingshan has sentient beings in his heart, and Zifeng repents of his sins and turns back, although it is the cause of evil, but it bears good results. It is the best arrangement and experience in the world.

But is that really the case?

She saw the Buddha standing in the desolation of the land, his eyes angry and sad, sometimes painful, sometimes unwilling, sometimes hesitant, sometimes hesitant, and finally, in the eyes of the people of the world, a little silence, and finally silent.

He seems to have become a good man with a true heart for the common people.

He renovated the temple to avoid the crowds and live in the mountains. He has a deep cultivation and a kind heart, and if everyone has grievances and difficulties, they always come to him to come forward.

He has walked through many places and seen many different people, and his eyebrows are indifferent and broad, as if he has seen through all the chaos of the red dust.

He slew the cannibalistic beasts everywhere, built the bones of the giant beasts into a pagoda, and cast a statue of a hedgehog with Yuan Li and placed it in front of the tower. Day after day wandering in the pagoda until the sitting ascension to heaven.

Every person who enters the stupa has to go through the test of the pig, so that the innocent person can become a Buddha, and the innocent person can answer his confusion.

So what exactly is he confused about?

A person who is bent on revenge, just because he was a good person in the past, just because he wanted to save the people of the world, has to put aside his personal grudges and watch the enemy live well in front of him. The blood debt is difficult to clear, the grief and indignation are difficult to settle, and under the face that is always merciful and soft, there is extreme unwillingness.

Every night, he said to himself over and over again, let go, let go, let go. Everything has a way of doing things, like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity, and should be viewed as such.

All is false.

If it is vain, why cling?

He is old, he no longer continues to break through, and finally it is time for Nirvana. He instructed his disciples on matters behind him, and entered the Wulun Pagoda alone, where he sat down.

Legend has it that Master Jingshan attained perfection and attained Buddhahood.

But no one knew, and until the moment before he closed his eyes, he was still confused.

It does not mean that when Nirvana is attained, all virtues are perfected and all evils are extinguished. Away from the pain of life and death, all quiet and wonderful joy. He should no longer perceive pain, no more confusion. But why did he still not get rid of the pain of this red dust after his death, and repeatedly recalled the scene when the people under the city wall pleaded?

He was puzzled and angry in his heart, and he was unwilling to reincarnate in this pagoda, and his obsession merged with the pagoda, which gradually became the last test of the five-wheel pagoda.

A test where it is difficult for others to perceive the trap.

The eight sufferings and red dust of reincarnation are just clouds of smoke, just to draw out the obsession of respecting kindness in the last life.

Saving all people is merit and becoming a Buddha.

Killing one person is karma and becoming a demon.

Over and over again, he asked the monks who had come to reincarnate that becoming a Buddha and becoming a demon were all in one thought.

The huge golden Buddha sat in the darkness, solemn, compassionate and solemn, quietly watching the people crying, and the sad smile seemed to hide the confusion that had been persisting for many years.

Why not put it down? Why the confusion? Why can't he feel peace, why can't he get rid of many troubles?

Countless confusion and confusion sounded in the dark, as if there was a Buddhist Sanskrit sound coming from far and near, like an inextricable spell, the sound was imprinted into people's hearts.

Hairpin looked at the huge golden Buddha statue in front of him: "You want to ask why I can't put it down?" ”

The Golden Buddha looked back at her in silence.

"It's simple." Hairpin paused and spoke slowly: "Because I am mortal." ”

If you are a mortal, you will have joy, anger and sorrow, love and hatred, you will be troubled, you will be confused, and you will linger in the middle of the night for the reluctance of many years ago. It's not stupidity, it's not sin, it's just the most common feeling of mortals.

It's the same with reverence.

A Buddha doesn't have any confusion, but he's not a Buddha.

He's just a man.

A poor man who can't let go of hatred.

"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.