"Half-stunned, why don't you continue to pretend to be blind, and if you open your eyes, you will be ruined?" Daozen leaned against the tree and yawned.

In the distance, a few black-clothed people surrounded a monk, obviously with no good intentions. Seeing that he had no way to retreat, the monk looked indifferent, sat cross-legged, and folded his hands: "Since Nian Zen wants the life of the poor monk, the poor monk has no choice but to hand it over, but it is a pity that he stained the hands of several senior brothers." Ani Buddha. ”

Murong Yiwen saw that those black-clothed people were about to make a move, and he was anxious, and pulled Dao Zen, who was sitting on the sidelines watching the play: "Go and save people!"

"I'm an assassin, I just kill people, I don't care about saving people. Daozen closed his eyes again.

Murong Yiwen knew that Dao Chan was not a cold-blooded person, but Dao Chan did things by his own temperament, and he said to Dao Chan seriously: "I promise, as long as you save him, he will be of great benefit to you in the future." ”

"Look at that monk, his body is tattered and he doesn't look very good, although I don't know what the men in black are crazy about, and they attack the down-and-out monks, but when it comes to benefits, I don't see anything. "Daozen is unmoved.

The man in black had already moved, and under the punches and kicks, blood flowed from the corners of the monk's mouth, but he still didn't move. Since Daochan said so, Murong Yiwen no longer persuaded him, after all, he didn't know Daochan's temperament very well, if Daochan was unwilling to make a move, even if his mouth was worn out, it would be in vain.

Murong Yiwen simply got together and rushed over with a bamboo pole. Although the momentum is good, the result is not satisfactory.

A man in black knocked Murong Yiwen to the ground with just one punch, and Murong Yiwen scolded loudly: "How can you be allowed to commit murder and hurt people in broad daylight?"

The monk sitting cross-legged looked at Murong Yiwen: "Don't meddle in this matter." This is the calamity of the poor monk, and the donor still leaves quickly. He looked at the black-clothed men again and said, "Senior brothers, since you and I are both monks, we must not kill innocents indiscriminately, please spare the life of this benefactor." ”

Daochan shook his head: At first glance, these people are here to kill people, and the masked and black-clothed people definitely have no intention of leaving their mouths alive. The half-stunned man is honest and upright, and Daozen knows. Compared with the monk's speech, Murong Yiwen can be regarded as half a catty. Two fools are together, and they don't know who is saving whom.

Daochan sighed and stood up helplessly: "I said that you guys, killing people also follow the rules." is so blatant in broad daylight, it seems that he is not a connoisseur. If you leave now, I'll pretend you don't see anything, and if you don't, hum. ”

Looking at the lazy Dao Zen, the few black-clothed people were still hesitant. They didn't expect to meet two outsiders in such a remote mountain forest. But after they glanced at each other, they looked at the wooden sword on Daochan's waist, and then looked at Daochan, who was harmless to humans and animals, and dispelled the idea of retreating.

Seeing that a few people in black had no intention of leaving, Dao Chan simply stopped talking to these people about any big truths. With a force under his feet, his body burst over, knocking a person into the air. Without saying a word, Zama tucked his abdomen and punched another person away. Collect your fists, step your legs, and throw another punch, waiting until the man in black in front of you falls to the ground. He grabbed the last man by the neck and broke it slightly, shattering the bones, and the man could not die again.

In just a few blinks of an eye, Dao Chan had already finished off the four men in black. He clapped his hands and grinned at the monk: "No thanks. ”

Who knew that the monk's face showed a sad look: "Ani Buddha, my Buddha is compassionate." ”

Hearing the monk say this, Dao Chan was a little helpless. He turned, walked over to the corpse with interest, and ripped off his hood.

"Monk?"

He walked over to the other men in black and ripped off all their masks, all of whom had scars on their heads. Daozen couldn't understand why a group of monks wanted a monk and dressed up in disguise.

Murong Yiwen helped the down-and-out monk up. The monk wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and hurriedly saluted: "The poor monk is ashamed of the two donors. ”

The monk did not open his mouth to thank him, but hurriedly apologized.

"How is the master ashamed of the two of me?" asked Murong Yiwen.

The monk looked at the person who was killed by Daozen, and his expression was gloomy: "If it weren't for the poor monk, the two donors would not have done this murder." Bearing such a bad cause. ”

"The master said seriously, the four of them wanted to kill first, so they had already planted evil causes, so the two of us bumped into each other, so it was their evil result that they died. It's not about the masters. Isn't it often said in Buddhism that saving someone's life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, how can we see death and not save it?"

"There is a point in what the donor said. Back then, the Buddha cut the meat to feed the eagle, and the eagle ate its meat, so how could we drink the blood of the eagle? ”

Dao Chan was really annoyed when he heard Murong Yiwen and the monk say a word to me. He shouted, "Monk, I have killed someone, and the person is already dead." Although I have murderous acts, I have no intention of killing people. On the other hand, although you have not committed murder, but you have thought about killing people, the spiritual platform is not pure, and the good and evil are all in your chest, what kind of Buddha have you cultivated?"

Daozen just felt that the monk was too verbose and annoying, so he talked about it just to shut up the monk. And the monk was like an initiation, his eyes opened, and he bowed three times to the Taoist Zen: "The donor is also a master, thank you for your guidance." ”

Daochan was speechless when he saw the monk bowing to him, twisting his head to the side, too lazy to take care of this eccentric monk.

Murong Yiwen saw Dao Chan's helpless appearance, and couldn't help but wonder: "Master, how are the injuries on your body?"

"No problem. Don't worry. ”

Daochan turned his head: "I said the monk over there, why did these bald donkeys kill you?"

The monk looked at several monks lying on the ground and said, "My Buddha is compassionate, Amitabha." Walked to the corpse: "Donor, please let the poor monk chant the scriptures to surpass them, and then explain the two of them later." ”

As he spoke, he tidied up his shabby monk's robes, sat cross-legged, and recited Buddhist scriptures.

"Monks are trouble, people are dead, what's the use of excess. ”

Murong Yiwen quipped: "Do you still want to kill people?"

Daochan tilted his head and glared at Murong Yiwen: "Now I even want to kill you." ”

The monk finally finished chanting, stood up and walked in front of Daochan and Murong Yiwen.

"The two donors, if they have any questions, just ask, and the poor monks will answer them one by one. ”

Daochan touched Murong Yiwen, who was about to speak: "This is not the place to talk, can we find a quiet place to talk again?"

As he spoke, Daozen walked to the corpse, carried the corpses of the four people in his hand like chickens, and jumped lightly into the woods. It didn't take long for him to come out of the woods again, clapping his hands: "This should be fine, let's go." ”

"In the lower Dharma name Bodhi, it is the burning monk of Xiangguo Temple. "Bodhi reported himself to his home.

"You are indeed the Bodhi Master of Xiangguo Temple. Although Murong Yiwen had already guessed Bodhi's identity, he was still excited.

Looking at Murong Yiwen's appearance, Dao Chan didn't care, obviously Bodhi claimed to be a fire-burning monk, how could he become a master in Murong Yiwen's mouth? But he didn't bother to say anything to Bodhi, he was happy to be comfortable and pure, and he walked aside with his hands behind his back and didn't speak.

"The donor's words are serious, the poor monks are just a dozen miscellaneous monks in Xiangguo Temple, not a master. ”

"The master is too humble, your Buddha is deeply rooted in Zen Buddhism, and the Dharma is profound, how can it be compared with ordinary people. I think he's going to be famous all over the world. ”

"It's all in vain. If it weren't for the poor monk's thoughtfulness and acting in front of others, how could he have caused the disaster of death?" Bodhi remorseed.

"It's not the master's fault in this matter, it's that others are jealous of the virtuous and have evil intentions. Besides, if you don't die in a great calamity, you will have a blessing in the future. Don't worry, master. Murong Yiwen hurriedly comforted Bodhi.

Bodhi shook his head and did not answer.

Murong Yiwen knew that Bodhi didn't want to talk about it anymore, so he asked instead, "What is the master's plan to do next?"

Bodhi looked into the distance: "There is no plan yet, the world is so big, where is the place for poor monks?"

"If the master can be trusted, I will point out to the master. Murong Yiwen said with a smile.

"Donor, please. ”

Murong Yiwen pointed to the south: "All the way to the south." ”

"To the south?"

"Yes, the south has always had a strong Buddhist style and many factions. Besides, it is so far away from Xiangguo Temple, even if the villain is harmful to people's hearts, it is not harmless to people's abilities. As long as the master finds a quiet place and delves into the Dharma, one day he will become famous and famous all over the world, and I am afraid that no one will be able to hurt the master's life. ”

Bodhi shook his head again and again: "Although what the donor said is reasonable, the southern road is far away, the mountains are high and the water is deep, and there are many miasma. I'm afraid that the poor monk has not arrived, and he will die in a foreign land. ”

Murong Yiwen touched Dao Zen.

Daochan was in a daze on the side, looking at Murong Yiwen: "What are you doing?"

"Bring it. ”

"Take what?" Daozen pretended to be confused, rolling his eyes.

"What are you talking about? ”

Dao Chan hurriedly covered the money bag on his waist: "Half stunned, I have already taken action to save people, how dare you beat the idea of my soul money? Don't even think about it." ”

"Don't talk so much nonsense, bring it quickly. Murong Yiwen said that he was going to rob it.

Seeing that Murong Yiwen would not give up, Dao Chan took out a piece of soul money from the money bag in distress and looked at it several times in his hand, and handed it to Murong Yiwen with great reluctance.

"Take it. Murong Yiwen was also afraid that Dao Chan would regret it, so he hurriedly snatched it and handed it to Bodhi.

"Donor, what is this?" Bodhi looked at a black copper coin in his palm, not knowing what it was.

"Master, put this copper coin away and head south. As long as you see a black plum blossom pattern on the front of the mountain inn or tavern, give the copper coin to the shopkeeper and let him escort you to the south. Remember, with this copper coin, you can only make one request, so don't ask too much and don't say more. ”

Bodhi looked at the copper coin in his hand, he raised his head, and looked, Murong Yiwen: "The poor monk is already grateful for receiving such a great favor from the two. But the poor monk has another request, I wonder if the donor can agree?"

"Master, please speak. ”

"The Huikong Zen Master of the Great Xiangguo Temple is a poor monk who preaches the Dharma, I don't know if the two can bring a message to the teacher, saying that the poor monk has gone to the north, so that the master should not worry. ”

Of course, Murong Yiwen immediately agreed, Ying Jing sent such a big favor, how could he care about sending a message for others.

Daozen looked at the copper coin in Bodhi's hand, and became more and more distressed: "Monk, if you don't want it, bring it." ”

Murong Yiwen held down Dao Zen: "By the way, seeing that you are tired, this donkey will be given to you, so go on the road quickly." ”

Lift Bodhi onto the donkey, pat the donkey's buttocks, and the donkey gallops forward.

"Half stunned, the master is fighting with you. Dao Chan said and grabbed Murong Yiwen's neck.

Murong Yiwen was really in a good mood, and did not resist at all: "Thirteen, thank me." I sold you a great favor. ”

"Get out of your mother, I asked the master for a soul money, and gave away the master's donkey, you and I have all the money blown by the wind?"

Murong Yiwen has long been accustomed to hearing Daochan's complaints, and since he knew him, Daochan has the hardest mouth except for hard bones.

"Who is that monk, as for you to help him like this?"

"By the way, you don't know. ”

"Half stunned, the master has contributed manpower and material resources, and in the end he will be kept in the dark?"

"I promise that in less than five years, you will be rewarded with unimaginable rewards for this little effort. Murong Yiwen was extremely confident when he said this.

"Forget it, I won't talk to you, if I encounter this kind of thing again next time, I will definitely not care about it again. As he spoke, Daozen looked in the direction Bodhi had left and waved his hand.

"Donkey, donkey, you have to live well, I will definitely go to you. ”