"You are really the most special monk I have ever met."

"I really don't know why the masters like to live in the mountains."

"You breathe... Won't there be a lack of oxygen? ”

However, just after sitting on the top of the mountain for a while, the young city lord of Qiushui City felt that it was a little difficult to breathe, and he couldn't help but complain.

"I don't like living on top of a mountain, either."

"But the temple is there, the Buddha is there, so I am."

The little monk's eyes were a little helpless, but he soon smiled again: "But from now on, I can go down the mountain!" ”

"Although the temple is still there, the people are gone, and the Buddha is gone!"

"I can be gone!"

Under the gaze of the young city lord, the little monk walked to the door of the temple with a relaxed step and pushed open the gate.

In an instant, the originally fresh air on the top of the mountain was washed away by the smell of blood.

The corpses hung from the ancient trees in the temple, and the blood was still dripping down the body, apparently just dead.

The main hall of the temple.

An old monk with a kind face and a harmonious face sat cross-legged at the door, his hands folded, his head drooping slightly, and blood slowly flowing down the corners of his mouth.

And behind him, the Buddha statue with a majestic face had collapsed.

"The Buddha should live in the heart."

"It's not about appearances!"

"That's great!"

"Very good!"

The little monk admired the scene in front of him, his eyes were still clear, with an innocent smile, and he didn't dislike the bloodstains in the courtyard, so he strode in, ran to his room, took out the luggage that had been prepared, and walked out of the temple again, looked at the young city lord of Qiushui City and said, "We can go!" ”

The young city lord was still sitting on the sofa, not feeling frightened by the scene in front of him, but frowning slightly: "Why?" ”

"Huh?"

"What do you mean?"

The little monk was puzzled, turned his head, looked at the corpses in the courtyard, and suddenly said, "You mean them?" ”

"Their Dharma is to worship the Buddha and yearn for bliss."

"I will help them to reach Bliss early."

"It's also a good deed."

The little monk said with a smile and put his bag on his shoulder: "And I found a very interesting thing, all the blessed people in our temple are the same Buddha. ”

"I was in the temple, looking and searching, and finally found something interesting in the Buddha statue!"

As he spoke, the little monk did not shy away from taking out a lamp in his bag.

The lamps were full of cracks and rust.

Lamp oil withered.

But vaguely, you can perceive its extraordinary.

"And I found out that I can eat their 'Buddha'!"

"And after eating, the strength becomes greater."

"My 'law' is to keep getting stronger, and eventually... I am a Buddha. ”

"Their 'Dharma' is to worship the Buddha, and after passing away, they go to Bliss."

"Now, our 'Fa' has been realized!"

"Isn't that the best of both worlds?"

The little monk smiled happily, holding the rusty green lantern in his hand.

As the voice fell, wisps of soft light emerged from behind him, warm and kind.

"It turned out to be the Buddha's light..."

Looking at the Buddha light emanating from the little monk's body, the young city lord was stunned and muttered to himself.

He couldn't imagine how an executioner with blood-stained hands could have the light of a Buddha in his heart.

"Let's go down!"

"I've heard that the world is fun."

When the young city lord came back to his senses, the little monk had already walked away, standing on the mountain road, turning his head and constantly urging them.

"Young City Lord."

"He..."

One of the bodyguards stepped forward and bent slightly, with an inquiring look.

"What?"

"You're not going to kill him, are you?"

"What an interesting little monk."

"I believe that after arriving in the Imperial City, it will definitely make those guys' eyes shine!"

"I had even guessed Liu Chengfeng's surprised expression in advance."

"Hahaha!"

The young city lord said with a smile.

"I think of something useful in my head every day."

"Find a way to carry me down first."

"The top of the mountain is too stuffy, it's all high."

"And..."

"This temple will deal with it, after all, they are all Dharma masters, and the arrangements for them are decent."

The young city lord took a deep breath and leaned lazily on the sofa.

Bodyguard recruitment.

Several people hurried over, carefully carried the sofa, followed the footsteps of the little monk, and hurried down the mountain.

The mountaintops are restored to tranquility.

Only the breeze blew from time to time, washing away the smell of blood.

……

Book Hill Castle.

As one of the eight main cities, it is a little low-key.

The combat power is not as good as the spring grass, the financial strength is not as good as the autumn water, and the people's livelihood is not as good as the mountains and seas...

But there's only one thing.

Book Hill Castle...

There really is a mountain of books.

It brings together all the books in the world.

One step at a time, with books as a ladder.

It is also a holy place that all learned people in the world yearn for.

And an elderly beggar, at the foot of this book mountain, begged all his life.

Those who do not seek wealth, do not seek profit, but only seek what they do, will borrow one or two of the books rented in the book mountain when they are returned.

Then he sent it back to Shushan on his behalf.

It's been a long time...

His fame spread in this mountain of books.

jokingly called it a 'book beggar'.

"I haven't seen you for a few years, and the old guy is still alive?"

"You said you've begged for a book all your life, do you know how to read?"

"The famous 'book beggar', hahaha!"

Several thugs stood at the foot of the book mountain, unscrupulously laughing at the sloppy old man in front of them.

'Book beggar' has never been an honorific title, and it has not left any good stories.

It is true that there are some people who have more respect for him, but more people look at him more like they are watching a joke.

People who stand at the foot of the mountain tend to laugh at the climbers.

'Look, this fool! ’

'The scenery at the foot of the mountain is just as beautiful! ’

I don't know why he climbed up! ’

Did he think that hard work would change reality? ’

It's all predestined! ’

When you really climb to the top of the mountain, all these so-called ridicule will turn into praise, and the ups and downs when climbing the mountain will also become your merits.

But...

If you fail on this climbing path, those ridicules will turn into sharp knives that will pierce you in the heart, and you will be torn to pieces.

'Look! I said, what's the use of climbing hard! ’

'Not standing with us in the end!' ’

'No, he's inferior to us, because he's crippled!' ’

Obviously, the 'bookbeggar' is the best way for these people to vent.

Whenever they saw the people around them succeeding because of their persistence, they would come to the beggars, taunting and teasing.

to prove...

The success of those people does not come from perseverance, everything is just luck. ’

At least, this old fellow has lasted all his life, and he is still a beggar! ’

This truth has not changed for thousands of years.

If this is true of people, so is the world.