"Buddhas are also afraid of death."

Tang Sanzang smiled and whispered.

"How can a person who is afraid of death become a Buddha?"

The little monk was puzzled and asked rhetorically.

"What is a Buddha in your eyes?"

Tang Sanzang's voice always seemed to be so gentle, unhurried and impatient.

"I don't know, that's why I asked you."

The little monk said very seriously.

Tang Sanzang smiled and shook his head: "People are people, Buddhas are also people, they all have seven emotions and six desires, and they are no different. ”

"Then why do you want to be a Buddha?"

The little monk pulled off his sunglasses and hung them on the monk's robe, with ignorance in his clear eyes.

"Because..."

"Buddha, you can dominate the world."

"You said before that the Buddha is not afraid of death, including the same record in the scriptures, the Buddha has no desires, no desires, no thoughts..."

"But in fact, the Buddha is just standing on the top of this world, and no one can kill him, so he is not afraid of death."

Tang Sanzang patiently explained.

The little monk pondered: "So the one who can be killed by someone is not the Buddha." ”

"That's right."

"As long as you die, you are not a Buddha, and a Buddha lives forever."

"So, the Buddha is not afraid of death."

Tang Sanzang nodded slightly, seemingly very satisfied with the little monk's Huigen.

Listening to the Dharma told by the two, the three people eating melons on the side looked at each other.

"This..."

"Is it the strong words that Lingshan is good at?"

Zhao Gongdao looked at Jingwei and asked incredulously.

Jingwei nodded lightly: "Well, it's obviously shameless, but it can always make logic closed." ”

“……”

Zhao Gongdao was speechless.

Only Su Yang was thoughtful: "So, can I use his theory to confirm that there are no bad people in the black street?" ”

"Hmm..."

"Yes."

"Just kill the person asking the question."

Zhao Gongdao nodded.

In the distance, the conversation between the two 'Buddhas' continued.

"Then I'm not a Buddha yet?"

"Because I'm going to die."

The little monk was a little disappointed.

But Tang Sanzang shook his head seriously: "No, as long as you think you are a Buddha, then you are a Buddha, the difference is that you can be a Buddha for how long." ”

"Oh."

"As long as I die, I will be a Buddha!"

The little monk's eyes lit up and he blurted out.

Tang Sanzang smiled and nodded: "Sure enough, you have a lot of wisdom, are you willing to worship under my door?" ”

"I don't want to."

The little monk shook his head and said with a grin.

"Why?"

Tang Sanzang was puzzled.

"Because I don't obey you."

The little monk barely hesitated, and spoke, but there was no provocation in his words, and he was very honest.

"Why not?"

"Is it because my Buddha name is not enough?"

Tang Sanzang was puzzled, and thought about it carefully: "Before I became the Buddha of Zhan Tan Merit, there was another name, called Jin Chanzi, who was the second disciple of the Buddha, is this name okay?" ”

The little monk shook his head.

"It has nothing to do with the Buddha name."

"Whether it's the Buddha of Zhantan Merit, or the Golden Cicada..."

"I don't even care."

"Because I feel that if I give me some time, I will be able to make it impossible for you to become a Buddha."

He stood on the carriage, looked into Tang Sanzang's eyes, and spoke seriously.

As the sound fell, the air around him became a little depressing.

"But I could have killed you right now."

"Buddha of the Western Heavens."

Tang Sanzang was not annoyed, but still seriously debated with the little monk, like the cause and effect logic of this matter itself is more important than life.

"Oh."

"But even if you kill me, I'm not convinced."

"Because I know I'm losing to time, not you."

The little monk responded seriously.

"What if I don't kill you, but torture you?"

"Break one of your bones every day."

"Let the bone stubble stick in your flesh and stir constantly."

"Finally, I will use the Dharma to help you heal, and the next day I will break your bones."

"Especially the position of the ribs."

"Every time you breathe, you feel a heart-piercing pain."

"Blood can even pour into your windpipe..."

"Clog your breath."

"It hurts more and more..."

Tang Sanzang's voice was still so gentle, but the content was so cold.

The little monk's facial features were crowded together, looking very distressed and depressed.

"Oh..."

"It's a bit of a trick to do."

"I'm still afraid of pain."

"But even if I am tortured, I will not obey you in my bones."

"Even if I finally worship under your door, I just don't want to be physically hurt, and I don't really want to be convinced."

After careful consideration, the little monk said again.

Tang Sanzang thought for a moment and nodded lightly: "So, I'll give you some time, and when the time comes, you still can't beat me, so you will worship under my door?" ”

"Three years!"

"Give me three years!"

"I can try!"

The little monk looked serious and said solemnly.

"Okay."

"I can wait for you for three years."

"But after three years, if you still can't beat me and refuse to worship me as a teacher..."

"I'll pull your tendons little by little."

Tang Sanzang smiled.

The little monk nodded: "No, I am a Buddha, and a Buddha does not lie." ”

"Buddha..."

"Don't you lie?"

As if he had heard some joke, Tang Sanzang suddenly took a step forward and put his hand on the little monk's Heavenly Spirit Cover.

But in the end, he still didn't kill him, just a light pat.

The little monk spurted out a mouthful of blood, dyed his robe red, and his face turned pale.

"Look..."

"I said I'd wait for you for three years, but now I'm beating you again."

"I lied."

"And I'm a Buddha."

Tang Sanzang smiled and said, "Buddha, he is unrestrained, because he is strong. ”

"And a powerful being, whatever it does, is understandable."

"Because if you don't understand, or contradict me..."

"You're going to die."

"Now, do you understand what a Buddha is?"

The little monk sat down in the carriage, looking at the blood on his robe, and a surging anger flashed in the depths of his eyes, but he was finally suppressed by it.

After a long time.

The little monk slowly raised his head, looked at Tang Sanzang, and showed a simple, clear smile: "I understand!" ”

"Hmm."

"Thank you to this donor for giving me time to talk to him."

"The poor monk retired."

Tang Sanzang turned around, looked at Su Yang, bowed slightly, and spoke politely.

Su Yang was noncommittal.

And the next second...

Tang Sanzang suddenly looked at Zhao Gongdao, the Buddha beads in his hand cracked, and one of the Buddha beads galloped towards Zhao Gongdao's chest.

Zhao Gongdao's expression changed slightly.

The power of the fairy is surging.

But before he could make a move, Xu Siguo was already standing in front of him.

Yang Jian's phantom appeared behind him.

With a low roar.

Xu Siguo knocked down the Buddha bead with a palm.

"Amitabha."

"The donor scolded me, and I gave the donor a Buddhist bead, so it was settled."

Tang Sanzang glanced at Xu Si deeply, then looked at Zhao Gongdao again, smiled and spoke, and turned to leave.