At the moment, I told a story that I didn't even believe. Roughly speaking, I have been so weak and sickly since I was a child that my vision is very low, and I often see strange things. This time, it was also because I was afraid of seeing someone killed, so I hallucinated and saw the ghost of a dead person. I was afraid that it would harm me, so I secretly went to burn some money paper for it in the middle of the night.

When I told them this story, I spoke of myself as very unbearable and timid, which caused the note-taker to laugh, and he laughed at my ignorance. So he didn't make any more troubles for me that night, and ordered the other two guards to escort me back to the classroom. My back and legs were the worst hits, so I had to limp and walk until I got to the door and asked the person who was making the record, what are you going to do with me?

The man put down the pen in his hand and said to me, it depends on your confession attitude, so far, it is quite good, and when the organization decides, maybe go and sweep the latrine and dig up the dung. If it is more serious, it will be delegated to labor reform.

So I stopped talking and followed back to the classroom.

The two guards threw me in the classroom and closed the door and guarded the door, I had injuries on my body, and it hurt when I moved, but it was not fortunate that they were all external injuries, and I should get better after resting for a while. When I was thrown back into the classroom, everyone in the room lowered their heads and didn't dare to look at me, maybe they were afraid, maybe they were commonplace, but the monk was the only one who sat in the same position as I left, watching me quietly.

I didn't study Buddhism, I didn't understand the truth of meditation. Perhaps it was his own years of practice that made him not be shocked even when he encountered such an injustice. That night, I was woken up by the sound of the door opening, grabbing someone, and closing the door, and when I woke up the next morning, I found that there were fewer people in the classroom.

I don't want to wonder where those people have gone, and it's certainly not a good place to go.

In the morning, the guards at the gate handed us half steamed buns each and told us that this was our ration for the day. I sniffed it next to my nose and found that the steamed buns were all rancid. In this small classroom, a large wooden bucket is placed in the corner, regardless of men and women, who want to and pee, all of them are solved there, so that the classroom is filled with a disgusting taste, and I can't eat half a rancid steamed bun in such an environment.

At this time, the monk moved to my side and did not speak, but stretched out his hand and pointed to the half steamed bun in my hand. That probably means asking me, if you want to eat it, if you don't eat it, can you give it to me. I looked around and found that I wasn't the only one who didn't eat steamed buns, why did this monk just look for me? Without thinking much about it at the moment, he smiled and handed the steamed bun to the monk.

The monk saluted and thanked him, but still moved back to his previous position without saying a word, eating steamed buns silently.

As it turned out, by the afternoon, I was still so hungry that I began to regret that I had given the steamed buns to a monk I didn't know. During the day, the guards stuffed in a few more people, all of whom had been convicted for various reasons, waiting here to confess their crimes after being abused, and then waiting for them to be released. In the evening, the guards took a few more people from the classroom, and although they were far away, I still heard the screams of the men. Even though I don't know what crimes these people have committed, or if they are really guilty, I was still very angry.

So I put my hands behind my back and my back against the wall, intending to summon my soldiers and horses and make some noise to scare the bullies. Most of the communication between me and the soldiers and horses depends on the thoughts in my heart, but the rampant soldiers are rampant soldiers after all, and they can't really reach the point of punishing the wicked, and some people are so evil that even the ghosts are afraid. But it was a strange day, I released the horses and horses and instructed them to punish the abusive people, but the horses returned soon after they were released, and they never even left the classroom.

Although I am not proficient in the art of soldiers and horses, this situation is unprecedented, which means that my soldiers and horses do not listen to me. I was puzzled when I suddenly saw the monk looking at me with a meaningful gaze, and then slowly shook his head.

I was taken aback, could it be that I quietly and secretly cast soldiers and horses, and was actually noticed by this monk? If he could even detect my release of soldiers and horses, he must also be a master in the industry, and he wouldn't be locked up in the same room with me so coincidentally. I couldn't convince myself to believe it, so I cast it again, only this time, I kept secretly watching the monk's expression.

My soldiers and horses are still coming back soon, and the monk shook his head slightly, which probably means that you don't try again, it's useless. Could it be that my soldiers and horses don't listen to the command, is it that this monk is getting in the way? So I stopped trying, collected the soldiers and horses, and then slowly moved to the monk's side and sat down, and asked him softly, I haven't asked the master who is the master.

I didn't make it clear because I still had a slight suspicion. The monk replied softly to me, the little monk's name is not enough to worry about, but this little benefactor, you have just sent out the six sentient beings, this move is very inappropriate, there are so many innocent suffering people here, although I found you to mess with the enemy, but it is easy to accidentally injure good people.

With his words, he almost admitted that my soldiers and horses couldn't be released just now, and it was his hands and feet that he moved. The monk's accent is from the provinces, because when he was imprisoned, he was already injured. Since he has the ability to suppress my soldiers and horses, it is by no means as simple as an ordinary monk. So I told him, at least most of these people here were arrested without making a mistake, and I was not convinced, so I let the soldiers and horses start, you and I are both suffering people, why should the master be here to get along with me?

The monk smiled and said, I didn't get along with the little benefactor, but the little monk studied Buddhism when he was young, and he knew the truth of the equality of all beings, and the injustice I encountered today was the result of others not treating all living beings well. Judging from the craftsmanship of the little benefactor, although it is free to collect and release, it still lacks fire, which is an act to help sentient beings to transcend, so why let sentient beings add sinful karma.

The monk's words sound very reasonable. He was talking about a simple question of when to take revenge, but I couldn't take revenge myself, I could only use soldiers and horses, but as a result, the rampant soldiers who were originally here to eliminate anger and accumulate virtue and do good deeds were added to new sins because of my hatred, so that the time for death was delayed.

The monk continued, "These people on the outside, although they are vicious, are actually being manipulated, they are like the beings you just released, they are the objects of use by the person behind them. If you do the same thing, then you become the one who is really guilty, and these beings who are attached to you become the same accomplice to the executioner as the people outside.

Concise and to the point, the monk's words made me immediately dispel the idea of retaliating with soldiers and horses. It's just that I still don't understand one thing, so I asked the monk and said, what the master taught, but the master is a person in Buddhism, how did you notice my Taoist soldier and horse skills? The monk smiled and said, the little donor smiled, I have the habit of chanting scriptures, I can't speak, and my heart is loud. The Buddhist scriptures can resonate with sentient beings, and I can perceive them from the heart when they are affected and then bounce back. If you hadn't released sentient beings at this time, or if I hadn't recited the sutras at the right time, maybe you would have really done it.

I suddenly had a feeling of shame in my heart, from the first day I came in, I saw a monk hanging a feudal sign, I thought it was because the current atmosphere was not good, most of the religious people were implicated, and they did not pay much attention to this monk, and at this moment his words made me understand that this very inexplicable coincidence, but let a person who had never known him admonish himself in a timely manner.

I wanted to stand up and thank the monk, but he held down his shoulder, he shook his head and said, a little thing, not enough to worry about, the little donor has such a ability at a young age, it is very rare, and in the future, don't do evil things at a moment's notice, although it is happy, but it will pay a greater price, why bother.

That night, the monk and I talked softly for a long time, during which time I learned that he had been instructed by his master to come to one of my monasteries as a supervisor. But just a few days ago, a group of people smashed the monastery, overthrew the Bodhisattva, and drove all the monks out of the temple. As my master said, monks are forced to eat meat, and if they refuse, they will be arrested and convicted.

The monk said, other things, the little monk can endure, but smashing the Buddha statue, demolishing the temple, this is called the blood of the Buddha, this is the sin of the five rebellions, the little monk just stick to his own beliefs, this group of people, handed over to the Buddha, over time, will be retribution.