Nanzhan Buzhou.

It was the middle of the afternoon, the sun was scorching the earth, the barren grass beside the road was almost burning, and the heat wave in the air was breathless. There was not a hint of wind, the willows on the banks of the river hung their heads, and the cannas on the side of the road were almost withering. The little bird did not know where it had hid, the grass and trees had withered, as if they were dying, and only the one who knew it kept crushing and cried out in the branches. The clods of earth on the ground were hot and hot, and a few black-brown pot-bellied crickets were bouncing around like springs.

The riverbed had dried up, and the ground had cracked wide openings. Several gray-haired old men sat under the shade of the trees, and they were on crutches, looking at the arid earth with sad faces.

Tang Seng stepped on the cracked ground and walked forward slowly, his face sweating like rain. The weather was too hot, Tang Seng walked to the shade of a tree and sat down slowly.

Tang Seng looked at the crops without harvest, and the skinny people, and couldn't help but feel pity. Traveling all the way here, Tang Seng has seen many disasters, but none of them are as tragic as Nanzhan Buzhou.

Not far away, a dark-skinned woman carried a basket, followed by a small, skinny child.

The woman wiped the sweat from her head as she walked, and the sweat that had been thrown on the ground evaporated into the air in less than a second.

As he walked, the child behind him suddenly sat down.

"Little Bean, what's wrong with you?" the woman stopped.

"Mother, I'm hungry, I can't walk. Little Beanzi said weakly.

"Little Bean, if you hold on a little longer, we will go to Uncle's house soon. The woman wiped a handful of sweat from her forehead, and her cuffs were soaked with sweat.

"Mother, I really can't walk anymore, I want to eat buns. After saying that, Xiaodouzi actually cried "wow".

"Okay, okay, when you get to your uncle's house, you'll have buns to eat. The woman comforted Little Bean.

"No, I'm going to eat it now!" "Little Beanzi cried even harder.

"This female benefactor, the poor monk still has a few baked cakes here, you can take them and eat them. Tang Seng couldn't bear it, so he stepped forward and said.

"Baked cakes?" As soon as he heard the word baked cakes, Xiaodouzi stopped crying, and ran over like crazy, he picked up the baked cakes, and ate one in three or two bites.

"Eat slowly, don't choke. Tang Seng touched Xiaodouzi's head and said.

"Thank you, Master Monk. The woman looked at Tang Seng and said gratefully.

"Female donor, what are you doing here?" Tang Seng asked.

"Alas!" the woman let out a long sigh, and then said, "Xiaodouzi's father died of illness a month ago, and the family's harvest was not good, but his father's death, coupled with the drought that has not been encountered in a hundred years, the family has run out of food, and we orphans and widows really have no choice but to go to his uncle." ”

"Amitabha. ”

"Mother, I'm full, I'll leave this baked cake for you to eat. At this moment, Little Bean came over, and he handed the pancake in his hand to the woman.

"Good, really sensible. The woman finished eating the baked cake in two bites, and she and Xiaodouzi bowed to Tang Seng and said, "Master, thank you." ”

"No thanks, go to his uncle's house. Looking at the backs of the two women slowly disappearing, Tang Seng's heart was mixed.

After the orphan and widow left, countless refugees surrounded them from all directions, all of them with dark skin and skinny bones. The refugees looked at Tang Seng, stretched out a pair of dry hands, and said, "Master, give me something to eat! We haven't eaten for many days." ”

"Ladies and gentlemen, the poor monk has no more cakes. Tang Seng said.

"Please, give us something to eat! please............" The refugees refused to leave.

"The poor monk still has some silver here, so take it. Tang Seng took out some broken silver from his baggage and distributed it to the refugees.

"There's silver, there's silver!" the refugees danced with joy.

"Master, you are a foreigner, right?" Under the shade of a tree, a thin old man asked Tang Seng.

"Yes, old man, the poor monk is from the Great Leiyin Temple in the West, why are you in such a scene here?" Tang Seng walked over, sat down and said.

"We used to be here, it was a good weather, every family had endless land and countless livestock, but for some reason, it didn't rain here this year, and those young and middle-aged people all ran to take refuge in foreign countries, leaving only us, the old, weak, sick and disabled who could not walk, to survive here! Alas!" the old man shook his head helplessly, his voice hoarse.

This situation and this scene can't help but remind Tang Seng of Fengxian County when he learned the scriptures, but the situation here is much worse than that of Fengxian County.

I think that Fengxian County did not rain for three years, because the county marquis overturned the tablet of the Jade Emperor and annoyed the heavens, so it did not rain for three years.

Is this the same as Fengxian County?

At this time, Tang Seng is no longer Tang Seng five hundred years ago, I saw him silently reciting a Zen saying, and instantly opened the eyes of the Buddha, and the cause and effect here were clearly seen by him.

It turns out that this southern Zhan Buzhou kills many people and is greedy, arrogant and lascivious, and corrupt and perverts the law for officials; those who serve the people do not want to make progress, are lazy and lazy, and kill extremely heavily. For hundreds of years, there have been too many sins created by the government and the people, and it is not that they will not be repaid, but before the time comes, the punishment of heaven has finally come, so there will be such a scene as it is now.

Tang Seng shook his head helplessly, the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao, he had no choice.

"Old man, take the money. Tang Seng handed the old man a handful of broken silver, and left without looking back.

Five hundred years have passed, Tang Seng has changed a lot, and he is no longer the monk who used to be a monk who does not distinguish between demons and can only recite mantras. Now he has opened the eyes of the Buddha and can distinguish between right and wrong and see the cause and effect of everything.

I wanted to use Mahayana Buddhism to purify all sentient beings, but the sentient beings were too ignorant and ignorant, and the so-called Western Heaven to learn scriptures became futile.

Tang Seng sometimes wonders: Is it really meaningful to learn scriptures from the West? It took him 14 years to retrieve the Mahayana Buddhism, and hundreds of years to preach the Dharma and purify sentient beings, but all sentient beings still do not worship the Buddha, do not believe in the Buddha, are riddled with greed and hatred, and when they are alive, they continue to suffer from natural and man-made disasters, and when they die, they all enter the hell of Abi.

Tang Seng didn't think about it anymore and continued to walk forward............