I don't know why, when Chen Xi heard the words welcome to the door of death, he didn't feel the slightest surprise. It seems that everything is already doomed. Perhaps before Chen Xi walked into this door, he had already thought that what he chose was the door of death. Only Chen Xi himself knew that he had an incomprehensible premonition before he chose, that is, no matter what he chosen, it would be a dead door.

The inside of the door was empty, and on both sides were hard stone walls, Chen Xi knocked with his hand, the stone walls were very thick, and the voice was dull. It's a straight passage with no end in sight. When Chen Xi looked back, he found that the door that came in had disappeared. He frowned slightly, thinking not of what kind of danger he was about to face, but whether they would be in danger.

"If you're here to kill me, why bother. ”

Chen Xi looked around, and then whispered.

No one answered him. Chen Xi waited quietly for a while, but there was no sound. The old man, who called himself the Demon Ancestor, never appeared again.

Chen Xi could only go forward, and kept moving forward. The stone walls on both sides seemed to be getting smoother and smoother, and the gaps in the masonry gradually blurred, until finally they became a whole mirror.

Chen Xi's feet froze, because he saw himself in the mirror. He doesn't see his current self, not his own reflection in the mirror, but his four-year-old self.

A toddler boy shivering in the cold behind a sand dune. There was a wolf howling in the distance, sometimes far and sometimes near. The boy's clothes were not torn, but they were stained with blood. Not far from the little boy, lay a cold corpse. The corpse was covered with wounds everywhere, and it was shocking. This is an old man, dressed in black, and the black clothes are in tatters.

The old man lay there, his eyes not closed, his expression frozen, full of reluctance and distress. He had no fear of death, but he couldn't let go of the little boy before he died.

"Ghost Nine Masters"

The little boy looked up at the corpse, tears frozen from the corners of his eyes.

"Ghost Ninth Master, why did you say don't want to take revenge?"

The little boy was talking to himself, his eyes full of fear.

"Yes, you're afraid I'm going to die, aren't you? But my father and mother are still in a cage, how can I not go. Ghost Ninth Master, you can go in peace, and then I will rely on myself. ”

The little boy stood up, and the bloody clothes on his body, which were very hard and hard, emitted a blood-colored shimmer under the illumination of the winter sunset, like a battle armor.

The four-year-old child, holding a sharp stone in his immature hands, dug out a pit for two days and two nights to bury the body of the Ghost Ninth Master. The little boy knelt down in front of the grave of the Ghost Nine Masters and kowtowed three times.

"Ghost Ninth Master, you always say that you are just a loyal servant of your father. But in my heart, you are just like my father. Even if I die, I will avenge you. ”

The little boy stood up and turned to walk into the distance.

He was hungry, he was cold, and there was no fear in him, but the little boy did not look back, and strode forward. He laboriously smashed the ice through the frozen river and took a sip of ice-cold water. He dug through the frozen soil in the wilderness and searched for grass roots to feed his hunger. He knew that there was a Qiyang Valley in Yongzhou, and the great monk of Qiyang Valley often had contacts with his father. The main thing is that he has to practice, and only by practicing can he take revenge.

In the yellow sand, he saw a great monk floating in from afar. When the great monk saw him, his eyes were shocked and sad. He clung to the sleeve of the great monk and refused to let go.

Chen Xi stood there, looking at the scene in the mirror, his face turned pale. It was as if something was blocked in my heart, so sad and indignant.

At this point, the picture is gone.

When the picture reappeared, it was still behind the sand dune, a little boy who was still shivering from the cold, and the corpse of the Ghost Nine Master was still lying not far away. The little boy was frightened, and curled up there, not daring to look at the corpse, or even to open his eyes.

Before he died, the Ghost Nine Master said, don't take revenge.

I don't know how long it took, but the little boy finally couldn't hold on to the cold and passed out. A couple passing by chopping wood saw him and ran quickly to pick him up. The husband and wife buried the body of the ghost ninth master, and then took the little boy back to their humble home. Although the family is very poor, both husband and wife are extremely kind-hearted. The two took care of the boy, and after a few days, the little boy was finally brought back to life.

"What's your name, kid?"

The wife asked softly.

The little boy looked up, looked at the woman with wide eyes, and shook his head. The little boy's mind was full of the words of the Ghost Ninth Master before he died, telling him to live well, as long as he lived. He closed his eyes, tears streaming down his eyes.

The wife was distressed, and hugged the little boy tightly in her arms: "Don't be afraid, I will be your mother in the future, although our family is poor and can't give you food and clothing, but we will love you well and let you grow up." ”

The husband and wife have no children, so they love the little boy very much and do their best to meet all the needs of the little boy. Gradually, as the days passed, the little boy grew into a burly and powerful young man. Wearing coarse cloth clothes, he smiled and accompanied his parents to the fields, chopping wood together, and sitting on the kang together to chat.

The days passed plainly and steadily, without any waves. The husband and wife were old, and the young man organized a funeral for them. Then the neighbor was a matchmaker for him and married a kind girl from the neighboring village, although she was not beautiful, but the two of them were in love, and their lives were prosperous.

The screen disappears again

A line of words appeared in front of Chen Xi: How do you choose?

Chen Xi was silent for a while, and then shook his head: "For the son of man, you can't retreat even if you die, and the great revenge will be avenged." ”

With that, he strode away without glancing at the picture on the wall. Calm returned to the surroundings, and the picture did not reappear until he walked far away. Chen Xi counted his steps, and when he walked 1,600 steps, the picture appeared on the wall again.

The little boy was wearing a very old little monk's robe, but the clothes were very clean. He sat cross-legged in a quiet and simple room, reading a Buddhist scripture in both hands. It was evident that the little boy seemed to be very patient, even fascinated by the obscure Buddhist scriptures.

The door creaked and was pushed open from the outside, and the old monk in a white robe walked in from the outside, and saw the little boy holding the Buddhist scriptures and contemplating, the old monk couldn't help but be slightly stunned: "Don't look at those things, that's not for you." ”

The little boy raised his head and hurriedly got up: "Great monk, why did you go out for so long this time." ”

The old monk walked to the side of the bed and sat down cross-legged, smiled and said, "The world is too big, if you go a little farther, you will naturally come back later." These days, you are at home by yourself, and you are reading this sutra every day?"

The little boy nodded: "The days are dull, but my heart is uneven." I was afraid that if I had nothing to do, my heart would become distorted. Buddhist scriptures can purify people's hearts, so reading them every day will be peaceful. ”

"Nope. ”

The old monk shook his head and said, "It's not the Buddhist scriptures that make you peaceful, but your own peace." Whether it is the golden words of Taoism or the philosophy of Buddhism of Zen Buddhism, it is just a prop. What is really practiced is not any method, not any exercises, but the cultivation of the mind. You give yourself peace of mind, so your heart is at peace. It has nothing to do with what you're holding in your hand, it's just a prop. ”

The little boy said with some confusion: "What the great monk said is not like what a Zen person should say. ”

The old monk said: "What the great monk said is what Zen people should say." ”

The little boy said, "But the great monk, I will only be at peace when I am studying, as long as I am not studying, I will be in turmoil." ”

"Why the chaos?"

"I want to practice. ”

"The Zen mind is not for you. ”

"Why?"

"Because you have murderous intent in your heart. ”

"The great monk also has killing thoughts in his heart, why can the great monk participate in meditation and practice Buddha?"

"I have killing thoughts in my heart, and what I kill is demons. The murderous thoughts in your heart kill the enemy. ”

"The enemy is evil. ”

"Oh?"

The great monk was slightly stunned: "Is the enemy both the demon and the evil, or the demon and the evil being the enemy?"

The little boy was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

The old monk smiled: "When you figure out this question, ask me again." If your answer is correct, I'll take you to practice. ”

A few days later, the little boy found the old monk: "Great monk, I have the answer to your question." ”

The old monk asked, "Then what is the answer?"

The boy said, "If I have no hatred in my heart and no hatred, then of course I will say that the devil is an enemy." But my heart is full of hatred, so the enemy is evil. I don't have the heart of the evil in the world now, only the heart of revenge. ”

The old monk sighed: "So you still can't practice the exercises of Zen Buddhism, because none of those exercises can help you take revenge." ”

"Then how can I attain the path of cultivation?"

"In your own heart, in your own body. ”

The old monk said: "You have the exercises of the Mantian Sect in your heart, and you have the righteousness of the Mantian Sect in your heart, so no exercises are suitable for you, only the path you choose is suitable for you." ”

The little boy said, "But the great monk, do you care what way to kill the enemy? As long as it can make me strong, isn't it all suitable for me?"

The old monk was silent for a moment: "You already have anger in your heart, and this anger is not tolerated by Zen Buddhism. So from today onwards, you are not allowed to read Buddhist scriptures, you are not allowed to go to other disciples to practice, chop wood to cook rice, sweep the floor and wipe the table. Even when I am not in the Seven Yang Valley, you have to live like this, this is the rule I have set for you. ”

"Great monk, why is this so?"

"Because you are too angry in your heart, and if you take one wrong step, you will become a demon. I will keep you in the Seven Yang Valley for ten years, and after ten years, if you still insist on taking revenge, then you can go back to the Mantian Sect. As for how you take revenge, I don't care what methods and means you use. But in the past ten years, you have been a small handyman in this Seven Yang Valley, and nothing else. ”

The little boy nodded: "Thank you, Great Monk." ”

"Thank me for what?"

The great monk asked.

The little boy raised his head and looked into the eyes of the big monk and said seriously: "Because the big monk wants me to take revenge when I become an adult, the big monk wants to protect me for ten years." The grace of these ten years is like that of a biological father. ”

The great monk was stunned, and then laughed: "I was wrong, I just saw the wrong place, even if you are angry, but you can't become a demon after all." ”

When Chen Xi saw this scene, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but moisten. But at this moment, he saw the corner of the little boy's mouth in the picture picking: "Devil, treat me well, I will repay him with kindness." Treat me evilly, and I will kill him with evil gods and demons. ”