"Daoist friends think that the poor monk's move is worth the credit?" Master Shenquan asked with a smile.

"The history of merit is eternal." Mo Chuan gave a very high evaluation.

"Since ancient times, Buddhism is intolerable, and poor monks can be evaluated by Taoist friends, and there are no regrets in this life!"

Master Shenquan laughed, then his expression changed, and he asked with a serious face: "That Taoist friend thinks that such a splashing achievement, the poor monk asks for a big red sacrifice, will the people of Chengye allow it?" ”

Mo Chuan was stunned in his heart, the Great Red Sacrifice, also known as the Blood Sacrifice, but the Blood Sacrifice is not the Great Red Sacrifice, because the Great Red Sacrifice is a sacrifice to kill the living.

"It's about the lives of tens of millions of people, and Cheng Ye has no choice!"

"yes!"

Master Shenquan bowed his head and sighed:

"Don't hide it from Taoist friends, poor monks have practiced Buddhism so far, and they have never gotten rid of distracting thoughts, and occasionally see young pilgrims, and they have also been shaken. The poor monk is not the pregnancy of the earth and stone, but also the birth and raising of the parents, and the desires and distractions that ordinary people should have, the poor monk is also inevitable. ”

"In the past, there was no power to splash the sky, and the poor monks were still able to support righteous thoughts, but now they have the position of Shuanglong, and the poor monks are really afraid of being proud of their achievements and can't bear a hundred years of loneliness. Even if you can endure it, you can't guarantee a successor, so in this case, it is better to use the water purification bottle to cleanse away evil thoughts, abandon the mundane, and seek the Buddha wholeheartedly. ”

Mo Chuan's heart shook violently when he heard this, and he felt that an unspeakable aura was like a boulder blocking his heart, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"It's easy for a mage to jump into a well, but have you ever thought about the future?"

Master Shenquan smiled slyly, opened his mouth, and a golden relic spat out from his mouth, radiating dazzling Buddha light.

"The poor monk is cultivated in this Buddha heart relic, if the poor monk stops after a hundred years, this Buddha heart relic can help the successor to live for a hundred years, so that the cycle repeats, not to say that after tens of millions of years, this water purification vase will also give birth to a Buddha, then the poor monk can be called the first merit, and it can barely be regarded as cultivating the 'past Buddha' fruit position."

Mo Chuan was silent when he heard this.

He finally understood why Master Shenquan had resolutely jumped into the Water Purification Vase.

This is self-restraint desire, and it is also a pioneer of helping the world.

From then on, even if he and his successor were delusional and trapped in a dry well, they could not do anything.

When the lamp is exhausted, a Buddha's heart relic is both a blessing and a bait.

At that time, Shuanglong Temple will not lack the monk of the end of the longevity, there is a great terror between life and death, under the pressure of death, there will inevitably be someone willing to jump off the dry well, swallow the Buddha's heart relics, just to add another hundred years of longevity, but also inherit the will of Shenquan.

This cycle repeats, and the disciples and grandchildren are endless!

The Chengye River will never dry up.

"Rather die in silence, live without sounding, the mage is wise and virtuous, and the poor Tao admires!"

Mo Chuan got up and patted the curtain to show solemnity and bowed his hand.

"Daoyou is serious, there is a way: the three realms are silent, and the dust is stained with difficulty. This matter is obviously that the poor monk took advantage of the water purification vase, and he got rid of the hustle and bustle, where can he be called wise and virtuous? ”

Shen Quan shook his head, a look of self-humility.

Mo Chuan didn't know how to answer when he heard this.

Venerable Shen Quan is selfish in every word, but he is selfless in every word, and his state of mind is so accessible that he suddenly understands why he can condense his intentions.

"If the mage has made a great wish, how can the poor way stay out of it? There is a technique in the poor road, which is the art of the earth's shading valley, and the cultivation can be born from eating qi, so it is given to the mage to prevent the turbidity of the world. ”

Mo Chuan's thoughts wandered, and the ghost sent the gods.

"Huh?"

Master Shenquan was stunned for a moment, and said for a while: "Fellow Daoist is not afraid that Master Zu will blame for this?" ”

Mo Chuan laughed: "Poor Dao is the ancestor master, who dares to blame me?" Mage, listen up......"

Immediately, Mo Chuan passed away with the method of heart language.

Knowing that this technique would make up for the last flaw in his plan, Master Shenquan hurriedly listened quietly, and when he was finished, he began to practice without defense, occasionally encountering unclear points, and hurriedly humbly seeking advice.

Mo Chuan had to answer all questions, back and forth, and when Master Shenquan was in charge of the art of Bigu, the moon was already hanging high, and the moonlight was like dew.

A ray of moonlight illuminates the bottom of the well.

There are fewer cups of wine for a thousand cups of confidants, and tea meets a thousand fragrances for bosom friends.

After a monk talked about the metaphysics, he talked about other things.

Mo Chuan asked, "Does the mage know the words of the poor way to kill and protect the living?" ”

Shen Quan's head bowed: "I have heard a little." ”

"This is the sophistry of the poor way, the master thinks that the matter of the Huitong Zen Temple, the poor way is good or evil?"

"According to the Buddha, there is merit and karma. In terms of Taoism, Taoist friends have a lot of good karma, which can be immortal. ”

"Mages also practice metaphysics?"

"The Buddha is not perfect, the Tao is also supplemented, and the poor monks have limited talents, how dare they work behind closed doors?"

Mo Chuan sighed in his heart when he heard this, Master Shenquan is really good, he dares to say that "Buddha is not perfect", so he is not afraid that his kung fu will not be able to go home? Can't really see it?

"Then what does the mage think, where is the good karma of the poor path?"

"Xuanmen has a saying: the avenue has no relatives, but the good is with; Heaven and earth are selfless, and follow morality. The dragon beard cuts down three seedlings, millions of corpses, and the version of the spring bleeds, which is known as a holy act! Because the world is unified, there is no more strife. ”

"Daoyou flooded the Zen Temple, flooded 10,000 acres of fertile land, but Fenghe swept away the turbidity and implemented a new policy, which can also be called a holy act."

Mo Chuan said: "The person who died violently because of the poor Dao supernatural powers, how can the grievances be solved?" ”

Master Shenquan said: "If you use the Buddha's principles to explain, this life debt is repaid by the incense of the severed head in the previous life. If it is solved by the Daomen, this is the avenue without relatives, and the heaven and earth are selfless. ”

Mo Chuan frowned: "This is completely sophistry!" ”

Shen Quan shook his head: "The truth of the world is all human words, if you study it carefully, all of them are sophistry, it is reasonable for people to eat meat, and demon cannibalism is a big crime, what is the explanation?" ”

Mo Chuan's eyes flashed slightly, revealing a thoughtful look.

"The poor monk draws water and inherits Ye, and there are countless living people, do you know that this move will also kill countless people?"

"What do you mean by that?" Mo Chuan Daqi.

"Do you know how many souls will be swallowed by Chengye River every year?" Shen Quan asked.

Mo Chuan was stunned, he really didn't expect this.

"This is an unintentional move by the mage......"

Mo Chuan subconsciously said, and before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly.

Because this was really not an unintentional move, Master Shen Quan had already thought of this, but he still resolutely drew water to irrigate the river.

"The life of one man must be lighter than that of a hundred? 10,000 people Mo Chuan asked.

Things went around in a circle, and before I knew it, I had come to an eternal problem - the tram paradox.

"One life and one floating slaughter, no one's life is as cheap as grass mustard."

"In that case, how does the mage convince the heart?" Mo Chuan asked frankly.

"If the poor monk knows, he will become a Buddha as soon as possible!" Master Shenquan shook his head.

"Doesn't the mage have to suffer this karma every day?"

"Yes, the poor monk is not a saint, nor is he ruthless, every time he thinks about it, his heart is tumbling endlessly! However, there is a saying for poor monks that can be given to Taoist friends. ”

"Mage, please."

"Kawasawa is dirty, so it becomes deep; The mountains hide diseases, so they are big. In life, don't force it to be spotless, the Buddha can't do it, the saints can't do it, and those who can do it are only in the teahouse script and persuade the world to discern. ”

Mo Chuan fell silent for a long time when he heard this.

"Poor Dao has been taught!"

"It's just a wild talk, it's a sophistry if you can't say it, just listen to it, don't believe it."

"Poor road savings."

The red sun is rising, and its path is bright.

Unconsciously, the East is white.

Seeing this, Mo Chuan no longer stayed, got up and said, "Master, take care, come back when the poor road is empty, and I hope the mage will not be bothered by the poor way." ”

Master Shenquan said with a smile: "Amitabha, it's good that Taoist friends don't dislike poor monks for being pedantic. ”

Mo Chuan laughed, waved his sleeves and turned to leave.

After Xiao Shami delivered the steamed buns, he also left, and the empty courtyard gradually quieted down, leaving only a hundred years of loneliness.

(End of chapter)