On the outskirts of Luoyang, in the evening.

"Grandpa monk, when I was begging today, I heard someone reading Buddhist scriptures, and one of them was called Ershi Shizun, when eating. Dressed in clothes and holding bowls, he went into the city to beg for food. ”

The little blind girl was puzzled: "Grandpa monk, the Buddha is so powerful, do you want to beg?" ”

In her heart, the Buddha is high up and has great powers, how can he beg for food like herself?

It's incredible.

Hui Chan was still lying unable to move, but compared to before, his mental state was much better, and there were many dry straws under him, which were the 'grass beds' that the little blind girl had made for him.

Hearing this, Hui Chan smiled slightly and said: "This sentence comes from the "Diamond Sutra", when the Buddha walks in the world, he also wants to eat, but it is not called begging, but it is called turning into a relationship, which is also a kind of practice. ”

"Fate?"

"Yes, my Buddha is compassionate, never to the poor, only to the rich, if the other party is willing to give some food, should be sincerely grateful, chant sutras and pray for blessings, if not giving, or humiliation and abuse, the Buddha will not be angry, will only leave quietly."

After a pause, Hui Chan said again: "Actually, there is another sentence at the back, begging for food in the big city." In the city, he begged and returned to this place. After eating, the mantle is collected, the feet are washed, and the seat is sitting. ”

The little blind girl tilted her head sideways and said, "Grandpa Monk, what does this mean?" ”

Hui Chan said with a smile: "This sentence means that after eating, the Buddha will clean up the dishes, chopsticks and clothes, then fetch water to wash his feet, and then tidy up the place where he meditates. ”

The little blind girl touched her dirty feet and wondered: "Many people say that the Buddha is flying in the sky on a lotus platform, can his feet be dirty?" ”

"That's right, the Diamond Sutra says that the Buddha has to eat, turn into fate, walk barefoot, and often step on the mud on the soles of his feet, so he has to fetch water and wash his feet every day."

In the ruined temple, the immature voice of the little blind girl sounded.

"Grandpa Monk, I like this Buddha so much, I feel as if he is right next to me!"

Hui Chan was stunned and didn't speak for a long time.

When he studied the Buddhist scriptures, he didn't like the "Diamond Sutra" very much, because the Buddha in the "Diamond Sutra" was too ordinary, unpretentious, on the other hand, the Buddha was always three inches from the ground, stepping on the lotus, and the golden body was bright, which was desirable.

However, the "Diamond Sutra" has an extremely important position in the Buddhist classics, and even the supreme classic of Zen Buddhism!

He once asked Master this question, but Master just smiled and said nothing.

Now hearing the kindness and affection for the Buddha in the little girl's words, Hui Chan suddenly understood the answer to this question.

Sadly, he understood it too late.

"Grandpa monk, why don't you speak, is the wound painful again?"

"Don't worry, I heard that a very powerful big man came to Luoyang, and he is distributing the fields of the White Horse Temple to the poor, and when I get the land, I can go to exchange for money, and then I will ask the best Langzhong to treat you!"

The little blind girl comforted Hui Chan, and there was a hint of longing in her immature voice.

Knowing that she still has an eye disease, she did not hesitate to agree to help a stranger who had only known each other for a few days.

Hui Chan looked at her, as if he saw a crystal immaculate mind.

After these days of getting along, he found that the little girl was very kind and tenacious, and he only chatted with her and lectured on the scriptures, so she regarded herself as a relative, and even preferred to starve herself to give him the best meals.

When she went out, even if she hit her nose and swollen face, she would not cry, but smiled very optimistic and sunny.

And her mother, the water ghost, looked at her daughter from afar, quietly followed, revealing a distressed look, but because of her yin qi, she didn't dare to support her.

Hui Chan closed his eyes, and he suddenly found that he didn't hate Li Daoxuan anymore.

Although Li Daoxuan abolished his cultivation, his arrival gave the little blind girl a little more hope in her dark life.

Maybe...... He's right.

Hui Chan didn't notice that when he closed his eyes and pondered, a faint golden light appeared on his dry and pale skin.

Only the water ghost mother hiding in the corner seemed to notice something, and her pale pupils stared at Hui Chan tightly, as if facing a great enemy.

She just wanted to get close to Hui Chan, when the mountains in Luoyang City suddenly shook, and blood light appeared, enveloping the whole city and covering heaven and earth.

The dilapidated temple was filled with smoke and dust, and the broken Buddha statue shook, then lost its balance and collapsed.

The little blind girl couldn't see it, but she pounced on Hui Chan's body for the first time, protecting him with her thin back.

Rumble!

The Buddha statue smashed into the place where she had just sat and shattered into pieces, and if she hadn't pounced on Hui Chan, I was afraid that she would have been smashed into a pulp.

But as the earth continued to shake, the walls cracked, and the entire ruined temple collapsed, and it seemed that Hui Chan and the little blind girl were about to be buried in it.

The water vapor was filled, turning into an invisible hand, pulling the two out of the Buddhist temple in an instant and escaping a catastrophe.

The mother of the water ghost stood in front of her daughter, stepped forward to protect her, and looked up at the figure that rose from the White Horse Temple, her eyes were very solemn.

The bright moon turned into a blood moon.

Under the blood moon, there was a naked figure of a woman, her long hair was scattered, her bones were as thin as wood, only her belly was high and bulging, constantly surging.

The woman let out a heart-rending scream, her belly had been stretched to the extreme, turning into a thin layer, almost transparent, and you could clearly see that there was a ghost hand tearing hard.

Moro, you have to break your belly yourself!

After three breaths, with a mournful cry from the woman, two blue-black ghost hands pierced the belly, peeled off the flesh, and poked out the head.

Moroh, on the sixteenth day, chose to be born.

He crawled out of his mother's womb, covered in amniotic fluid and blood.

The woman held out her hand to him, a hint of pleading in her eyes.

Moro's eyes were calm, and countless umbilical cords sucked the last shred of 'mother' life, and then disconnected themselves, throwing down 'mother''s corpse' like garbage.

Bang!

The body of the 'Buddha Mother' fell from a high altitude and fell to the ground and broke into several pieces, her flesh had been sucked dry, and even her bone marrow had not been spared, and it became extremely soft and brittle, and it shattered when she fell.

Moro pinched the lotus seal in his hand, and the umbilical cord on his stomach automatically fell off and turned into a black lotus flower, hanging at his feet.

Under the blood moon, there was a hint of excitement in Moro's eyes.

After so long in the layout, he is finally about to take the most important step!

The next moment, he sat cross-legged and recited: "Maitreya is born, and King Ming is born." All the Buddhas and dragons are all dust. ”

His eyes also turned blood-red, and an invisible suction force centered on him spread to the entire Luoyang City.

"Sacrifice your flesh and blood to help me become a Buddha. The Three Realms and the Ten Directions, all worship Moro! ”

As the words fell, a painful groan sounded in Luoyang City, and the bodies of many people exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist, and then surging into the air of Moro.

In an instant, countless rays of blood light flew into Moro's body, nourishing his flesh and soul, making his originally stunted body, which was only more than a foot tall, grow larger.

Rumble!

Countless sword qi slashed at the blood-colored enchantment, but it only caused more surging ripples, and it was not broken.

Mo Luo glanced at Li Daoxuan, who was still trying outside the formation, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This array has consumed hundreds of years of savings from the Moro Sect, even if your Li Daoxuan's Dao method is ten times stronger, you can't think of breaking it in a short period of time.

And he only needs a stick of incense to feed on the flesh and blood essence of the people of Luoyang, quickly make up for the deficit of being born in advance, and cultivate into the strongest demon Buddha body!

At that time, he will be invincible in heaven and on earth!

Moro closed his eyes, completely immersed in the pleasure of his rapidly growing strength, his hair growing longer and his body taller, gradually from childhood to youth, and from youth to youth......

Outside the ruined temple.

The little blind girl covered her ears and made a painful sound.

Her body slowly expanded, as if it was about to explode, turning into a blood mist, and then becoming the nourishment of the Demon Buddha's body.

However, the next moment, she suddenly felt a sudden drop in pressure, and even a hint of warmth appeared.

The water ghost mother gently hugged her daughter, and her soul continued to fluctuate, bearing all the pressure for her.

The soaked hands gently stroked her daughter's hair, as if trying to braid her.

There is reluctance, nostalgia, relief and pride in her eyes.

Her daughter is no longer the little one who likes to hide in her arms and cry, now she is very strong and optimistic, she can always work hard to overcome difficulties, even if her nose is blue and her face is swollen, she never cries, but loves to laugh.

The braid was halfway braided and eventually fell apart weakly.

A soul who was reluctant to reincarnate because he couldn't let go of his daughter finally disappeared in the confrontation with Moro.

The little blind girl hugged her knees and suddenly cried very sadly.

"Mother's ......"

When begging, if other beggars want to bully her, those people will always be inexplicably scared away.

Whenever she accidentally walked to the river, there would always be a branch hanging from her clothes.

Sometimes she didn't get food, and she lay hungry in the temple, and there would always be a fish that swam to the shore and kept splashing.

How could I not know you were there?

So even if she stumbled and hit her head and bled out, she never cried, but smiled happily, because she knew that her mother was watching by her side.

Whenever someone preaches Buddhist scriptures, she will stop and listen, because she knows that her mother likes to listen to them, and she loved to read them the most when she was alive.

Buddhist scriptures say that if the dead cannot let go of their loved ones, they will stay in the world for a long time, thus missing the opportunity to be reincarnated and becoming a lonely ghost forever.

She wants her mother to know that she can live alone and live strongly, so that her mother can rest assured that she will be reincarnated.

But she seems to have failed.

The little blind girl cried so sadly that even her snot flowed out until a big warm hand touched the top of her head.

The mellow and gentle Buddha light poured into her eyes, and her eye ailments were quickly cured.

After many years, the little girl saw the world again.

Her eyes were full of tears, and her pupils were dark and bright, reflecting a bald old monk.

He had a gray beard, a tattered robe, and stood barefoot on the dirt floor of the courtyard, his feet covered with yellow mud.

But his gaze was very gentle and compassionate.

"I ...... I can see ......."

"Grandpa Monk...... You...... Are you a Buddha? ”

Hui Chan said softly: "You say yes, then that's it." ”

The little girl's eyes lit up suddenly, and she pleaded, "You...... Can you save my mother? ”

Hui Chan was silent for a moment, and when the light in the little girl's eyes gradually dimmed, he said loudly: "Don't worry, your mother is devout and worships the Buddha, and she has been reincarnated, and she will be rich and noble in the next life, and she will live a long life." ”

"It's thanks to you that she let go of her obsession."

The little girl suddenly smiled with great joy.

Hui Chan couldn't help but laugh when she saw her smile.

The monks don't speak, but this time, he willingly broke his vows.

"Live well."

Hui Chan gently touched her dirty hair, and then three golden needles flew out of his eyebrows, his body, and his dantian, and shot into the trees next to him.

It is painted with Taoist runes, as well as the immobilization spell of Dragon and Tiger Mountain.

The bright Buddha light rose to the sky, vaguely gathered into a vague figure, his eyes were compassionate, his face was handsome, he held the Buddha seal in his hand, and smiled at Hui Chan with relief.

"Amitabha, thank you Holy Sangha!"

Hui Chan folded his hands and bowed to the figure.

That was the remnant of the high monk Kumarosh.

When Hui Chan was enlightened, he really won the approval of Kumarosh, inherited all the power of the relics, and at the same time forced out the golden needle and restored his cultivation.

Hui Chan looked up at the figure of the Buddha and the demon under the blood moon, Mo Luo had already turned into a young man, with immeasurable Buddha light flowing on his body, and even the visions of Bodhi and Golden Lotus appeared in the sky.

In the past, Hui Chan would have bowed sincerely to welcome the Buddha into the world, but now, ......

He glanced at the little girl one last time and said with a smile, "Thank you for taking care of me these days, it's time for the old man to take care of the others." ”

He lifted his steps slightly, and lotus flowers sprouted from his bare feet covered in mud, heading towards the clouds.

Step by step!

With each step, the golden light on his body became brighter, and after ten steps, he was already a golden body, shining like a brilliant sun, shining in all directions.

The Sanskrit sound sounds, and the light of the Buddha shines.

Those ordinary people who were about to explode and die have calmed down one after another and gained a chance to breathe.

……

Moro snapped open his eyes!

"Little monk, just because of you, you want to stop me?"

Moro looked at the little monk in front of him who was holding the handle of the umbrella and trying to keep his balance, revealing a complicated expression.

Although he had completely suppressed Sanle's soul and gained absolute control of his physical body, he would inevitably be affected by another soul.

For example, when he saw this little monk, he would subconsciously give birth to emotions such as love, joy, and closeness in his heart.

That's Sanle's emotions brewing in my heart.

Xuanzang held the handle of the umbrella with one hand, and Xiao Tang's soul was possessed in the umbrella, so that he could fly up with him and reach Moro.

"Master, I know you can hear me, cheer up!"

Xuanzang's voice choked up: "There are a lot of people who have died below, including many old people and children, although you are usually very arrogant, but the apprentice knows that the most unseemly thing for you is lifelong suffering." ”

"It is said that you are greedy for money, but in Yuzhang City, most of the money we earned from performing chest crushing boulders, you quietly put it at the door of the Salesian Bureau."

"And you will go to Grandma Zhang in the south of the city every day and buy three salty Hu cakes for me to eat, because only in this way will the stubborn Grandma Zhang be willing to accept money."

"There is also a medical center, all the herbs you pick are sold at low prices, the doctor thinks you don't understand, but he doesn't know, you just want more patients to afford medicine, and-"

Sou!

A flash of blood flashed, piercing Xuanzang's heart, and blood gushed out like a spring.

"Xuanzang !!"

A heartbroken cry rang out from the oil-paper umbrella.

Xuanzang kept coughing up blood in his mouth, his eyes gradually drifted, the hand holding the oil-paper umbrella slowly loosened, and his body fell to the ground.

No matter how much he has Huigen, he is just a mortal without mana.

"Division...... Parent ......"

The sound faded away, dissipating into the wind.

Moro sighed lightly, his eyes darkened, and said, "So this is what it feels like to be sad,"

"Joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, it is really the poison of the immortals, and the turbid bones of the gods and Buddhas."

He wiped away the tears that flowed from his right eye at some point, and said lightly: "Sanle, you should thank me for helping you break this disgusting master-apprentice relationship." ”

……

(End of chapter)