Episode 5: Good intentions are not necessarily a good thing

Seeing that many people were showing their heads and peeping at the door of their homes from a distance, and seeing the few splashes running back just now, and the dogs on the ground buzzing and talking like mosquitoes, they felt that something was wrong, and that they might have caused trouble. One of them suddenly said loudly: "Okay, this thief monk actually dared to kill Uncle Hao's dog, then let him wait for death, brothers, let's go and tell Uncle Hao." With that, they ran away together. Li Kong was still pondering the palm just now, and he didn't hear these ploppy remarks at all, and when he saw that they all ran away, he walked to the dead dog, and he didn't believe that he would kill the dog if he went down with this palm. But when he picked up the dog, the dog's body was as soft as a ripe persimmon.

A cup of tea time. Suddenly, most of the people in the streets hid back to their homes, except for a few bold ones who were still sticking their heads out. I saw a few splashes leading two men and running briskly along the street. The two men had neat feet, showing martial arts, one walked to the dog's corpse first, squatted down to check, and the other was obviously more experienced, only touched the dog's back with his toes, and couldn't help but shiver, looking timidly into the air. It turned out that the dog's entire backbone was shattered from neck to tail, and such a powerful force was really appalling. Both of them were stunned for a moment, and they didn't dare to step forward. And those few splashes don't know why, now that someone is supporting them, and they are bold, standing aside and starting to gloat, as if they are discussing how this little monk will die.

Sora still had his head bowed, as if he was repenting for his killing. At this moment, three tall horses rushed towards this place in the distance, and it was a moment away. Immediately, the three of them jumped down, the first one was about forty years old, with a white face and a slight beard, a gorgeous crown in green clothes, and a faint sense of joy and anger on his face, which at first glance looked a little official. The two men hurried to meet them, one whispering in his ear. The man in green frowned slightly, glanced at the dead dog, and then walked towards the air.

When the crowd saw this Tsing Yi person, they trembled, and one of them hurriedly said: "I don't know that Master Hao is here, the little ones really deserve to die!" We didn't take good care of the adult's dog, and this face is really not as good as the ass. The man in Tsing Yi ignored him, glared at him, and continued to walk towards the void. The man in Tsing Yi saw that although he was in the dust and dust, and some of them were down, he looked great and powerful, and arched his hand and said: "The master lives in our town, and the minions don't know it with the naked eye, so they are offended." Listening to his humble words, he raised his head and said: "Amitabha, the little monk was originally a passerby, and when he saw that the dog wanted to hurt people, he missed it for a while, not intentionally offended. The man in Tsing Yi smiled and said, "The master has misunderstood, so don't dare to ask for the guilt." Forgive me for being clumsy, I don't know what the master is called, where is the fairy town? He replied: "The little monk and the small temple are really not worth mentioning." The man in Tsing Yi deliberately concealed it when he saw it, and didn't want to reveal his identity, so he didn't ask any more questions, and said with a smile: "The master is a master, and one palm can shatter the entire backbone of this dog, if you don't see it with your own eyes, it's really unbelievable." Just about to defend himself, the man in Tsing Yi said: "There is a younger brother below, who has no character, no learning and no skills, indulges and gallops all day long, raises dogs and makes trouble, and no one can surrender." Today, if you can rely on your wisdom and lead him to the right path, the master is really meritorious. As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard someone shouting in the distance: "What is it, dare to pretend to be a master!" Is it rare to kill a dog? Who can count the characters that grandpa has killed! "I saw a giant man born like a giant spirit god, one man and one horse, one hand and one axe, teeth and claws, whistling, shining on the empty head, and splitting with an axe.

Seeing this, I was shocked in my heart. Subconsciously took a few steps back. As soon as the giant man slashed through the air with his axe, he turned his horse's head and prepared to chop again. Frightened, he was about to dodge, when suddenly a figure flashed in front of him and blocked him. As soon as the giant man's axe was raised, it stopped in mid-air. Immediately after, I heard a strange cry from the giant man's mouth, and his tower-like body was dragged off the horse. Such a change made the crowd of splashers and people watching the excitement exclaim. The man in Tsing Yi saw that the sky was safe and sound, but the giant man was suddenly plotted, and he was in a daze, and he was caught by a hand steeply, and his chest was like an electric shock, and he suddenly rose into the air and collided violently with the giant man's body.

At this time, he saw it clearly, and saw that it was a handsome man in white who held the two in his hand. Suddenly, he laughed and said: "Wang Daaxe, no name!" Master pass on your kung fu to fly! With a slight shake of his arm, the two of them were thrown out together, and they played a few spins in the air, and when they landed, the man in Tsing Yi still kept turning, and the giant man wanted to take the pile, but he hit the ground and fell into a. The man in Tsing Yi turned around a few times, spit out all the food in his stomach, and said dizzily: "Where did the thief come from, he beat people indiscriminately." Wang Daaxe said with a dead face: "What a powerful means, Uncle Hao, let's ...... We really can't afford to mess with it. After speaking, the fierce man picked up the man in green clothes and rushed west. But the man in Tsing Yi kept shouting: "Let me down, let me down." When the rest of the people and the few splashes saw this, they were all frightened and fled.

He stepped forward to thank the man in white for his help, but the man in white didn't even look at him, and walked straight to the old beggar. When he walked up to the old beggar, he knelt down all of a sudden, and said respectfully: "The disciple came late, so that the master frightened you." I saw the old beggar sit up suddenly, ignoring the man in white, but shouting, "Little monk, come here." Seeing the old beggar calling out to himself, he walked over. Who knew that the old beggar suddenly said angrily: "Little monk, at a critical juncture, who told you to meddle in your affairs, and the old man did not practice his magic skills." Puzzled, he asked, "The little monk didn't disturb the donor's practice. The old beggar was very angry and said angrily: "Maybe it's the will of heaven, the old man has been practicing magic for several years, but he has never advanced to the next level, and today he just had some eyebrows, but he was disrupted by you." He was puzzled and said: "Donor, are you mistaken, the little monk didn't disturb you!" But don't be sad, the emperor lives up to his hard work, and one day you will succeed in training. The old beggar said angrily: "Bah, shit, what emperor does not live up to the painstaking people, isn't the old man bitter enough?" Hey, forget it, the old man sees that you are quite loyal, otherwise the old man would have beaten you to death with one palm. He was so frightened that he took a step back and said, "Amitabha, it's good, thank you for the grace of the donor not to kill."

The man in white stepped forward again, knelt down at the old beggar again, and blamed himself: "It's all to blame the disciple for not protecting the master, and ask the master to punish him." The old beggar was dismissive, and only said: Go and get the dead dog back. There were many doubts, and he couldn't help but ask the old beggar: "Since the donor has such a powerful martial arts, why does he have to suffer so much?" Although Dahaojie is not ashamed of begging, it is too much to humiliate himself like this. The man in white rushed to say: "Stupid monk, what do you know, what the master practiced is ......." After saying half a sentence, he suddenly stopped and went to pick up the dead dog in the distance. The old beggar patted his clothes and sighed: "Hey, you don't understand, little monk, in fact, you can't blame you, I thought there were any good people in this world, they were all evil people, but I didn't expect me to meet such a not bad monk as you." Let me tell you the truth, the old man practiced the magic skills, he needs to taste all the sorrows in the world, gather the spirit of forbearance in one, in order to break through the entrance and improve one level, the old man has been separated from his wife over the years, dressed as an old beggar, and has suffered from neglect and contempt, but the old man's internal strength has increased a lot. Today, the old man is hiding in the corner of the temple and is suffering from loneliness, the invasion of cold, plus he was beaten and kicked by a few splashes, which helped me to increase the strength of forbearance, and I was about to break through the entrance, but unfortunately at this critical juncture, you hindered the next life, which ruined the old man's cultivation. Qi Qixin said: How can there be such a practice! So he was suspicious of what he said, noncommittal, and deliberately apologized: "It's all to blame for the ignorance of the little monk and the good things of the donor!" But the hateful dog hurts people, and the little monk, as a member of Buddhism, can ignore it. The old beggar shook his head and sighed: "Little monk, you are kind-hearted, but unfortunately kindness is not necessarily a good thing, it is you who have caused the old man's magic to fall short." He couldn't hold it back, and retorted: "How can there be such practice in the world, don't be clever and deceive each other." The man in white came back with a dead dog and scolded: "You stupid monk, you don't understand anything. But the old beggar stopped him and said, "Don't embarrass the little master again, for the teacher to keep you here, where have you gone?" The man in white trembled with fright and said, "The disciple ate too much wine last night and accidentally fell asleep. "Bastard, don't get over here and die!" The old beggar said angrily. The man in white kowtowed a few times and begged: "Master spare your life, master spare your life." Seeing this, he hurriedly persuaded: "Although your disciple has been derelict in his duties, he has taken action at a critical moment, and the crime will not lead to death, and the donor will be punished lightly!" The old beggar sighed and said, "Today, for the sake of the little monk's intercession, spare you from death for the time being, and if you commit it again next time, you can be careful." The man in white hurriedly replied, "The disciple understands, and the disciple is guilty." Then the old beggar shouted angrily: "Get out! Before the man in white could thank him, he ran away with the dead dog in his hand, as if he were afraid that the old beggar would change his mind.

The old beggar scolded his apprentice, and it was impossible for him to stay in this town and practice magic again. He took off his ragged clothes, and took a bag from nowhere, opened it, took out a clean dress, and said jokingly while wearing it: "Little monk, the old man is going to the front restaurant to drink wine and eat meat, you can come along." He shook his head and refused: "Wine and meat are the precepts of the monks, how can a monk be like this." The old beggar smiled and said, "Nowadays, there are many wine and meat monks in the world, and there is no fuss." He shook his head and said, "Amitabha, it's good." After the old beggar got dressed, he was no longer reluctant, but turned back to the empty and said: "Little monk, although you are pure in body and heart, but you don't know that the rivers and lakes are sinister, today's matter, especially unfinished, beware of those people secretly retaliating, in case of emergency, mention the old man's name: murderous madman slaughtering the four seas." He thanked him and said: "Thank you for the kindness of the butcher, the so-called life and death are fateful, and the little monk does not dare to swagger in the name of the butcher." Tu Sihai snorted: "You are so self-conscious!" After saying that, he did a light work and disappeared without a trace.

After returning to the Land Temple to pack up his things and untie the reins of the white horse, he hurried away again. All the way east, without stopping, until the horse was tired and panting, he slowed the horse down. After walking for a while, he wiped the sweat dripping from his face, and then realized that he was already sweating, so he simply reined in the horse, jumped down, drank some water, and let the horse also take a breath and gnaw some tender grass. After the men and horses had rested enough, they were back on the road. After running for a few more hours, it was almost dusk, and I vaguely saw the shadow of a temple in front of me, so I was overjoyed and said: I don't have to sleep in the wilderness tonight. Thinking of this, he urged the horse forward and went straight to the temple. But when he came to the vicinity of the temple, he found that the temple was dilapidated, with dilapidated tiles and decaying corridors, and it was obvious that it had been around for a long time. Approaching the temple shrouded in twilight, a sense of desolation, loneliness, and coldness arose spontaneously. The temple gate slept on the ground, and the rough and broken tables in the temple chewed lonely in the setting sun, staring at each other speechless from the wooden chairs crisscrossing them. The last rays of the sun at dusk were not as bright as the early morning, nor as hot as noon, but they were like dust floating around with the wind at the moment, but they refused to fall into this dilapidated and dilapidated Buddhist hall.

He didn't know why the temple was so deserted, because he didn't know how many wars had taken place here. He led his horse and stepped on the temple gate and stepped into the temple courtyard. I saw that the temple was overgrown with weeds, dusty, and the wind blew, flying everywhere, so that people did not dare to open their eyes and look directly, and a few small mounds protruded in the center of the courtyard for some reason, bulging like a dead man's grave. The window sash that seemed to be falling off was blown by the wind, making a crisp sound of creaking and creaking, which made people shudder. Through the window, I saw that a Buddha was enshrined inside, but this Buddha was ugly and solemn, did not distinguish the origin, and was broken and old, only half of the face was left, the body of the Buddha was also a little tilted, and the body of the Buddha was also chiseled by something, leaving the mark of pits, and the shadow of the Buddha's clothes was not seen. After looking around for a while, he tied the horse to a place with more weeds outside the house, and then walked into the Buddhist hall, only to see that the Buddhist hall was empty, and the four walls were desolate, except for a pile of hay and a discarded oil lamp under the niche. He laid down his burden, took the grass in his arms, found a clean place at random, laid the straw and sat down, then turned over the baggage, lit the oil lamp, took out water and flatbread, and began to eat and drink. When he had finished eating, and it was getting dark, he lay down on the grass, and after a while he felt tired and weak, and fell asleep.