Han Seng shook his head and said: "Zen Master Huide has passed away, and the current abbot is the same generation as me, named Yuan Hai." ”

Francis was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head, crossed his hand and said, "Amen." ”

Yuan Jue asked, "Director Fang and Zen Master Huide are old acquaintances?"

Francis sighed and said: "I had a relationship more than ten years ago, when I traveled to the Central Plains and had a great time drinking tea and discussing Zen with him in Qingliang Temple. I thought that he would go and revisit his old friend if he had a chance to do so, but I didn't expect that the Si man had passed away, which was sad. ”

Yuan Jue said: "My Buddha is compassionate and speaks of a fate word in everything." If fate is exhausted, do not force it. ”

Francis said gloomily: "Exactly. He paused and suddenly asked, "Wutai Mountain is more than 3,000 miles away from Jinguan City, why did Master Yuanjue think about coming over to watch the Buddha exhibition?"

Yuan Jue smiled: "It's still a fateful word." According to this, don't talk about thousands of miles in the Western Regions, it's really not far away, aren't you still here, Director Fang?"

At this time, a child with a horn combed on his head ran over from the side, hit Yuan Jue head-on, tripped up, and cried.

Yuan Jue hurriedly picked him up and comforted him in his arms: "Oh, don't cry, don't cry." Then he took out a candy cube from his arms, stuffed it into his little hand, and said, "Children, don't cry, Buddha Day is healthy!"

The child grabbed fructose and said ignorantly: "You are also healthy......

Yuan Jue laughed, and after scraping his nose, he gently put him down. As soon as the child's legs hit the ground, he ran away like a fish in the water.

Yuan Jue shouted from behind, "Be careful...... but the child had already run away, and he didn't know if he heard it.

Francis suddenly sighed and said, "Master Yuanjue, I also think that there are some things that White Tiger Fan can sit down against. They killed a lot of Han Chinese when they entered Sichuan, and recently they have started to target us Hu people. I really don't know what the mud bodhisattva thinks!"

Although his voice was not loud, his tone was quite tough: "No matter who asks me, I say the same thing." ”

Yuan Jue shook his head with a wry smile and said, "I'm still waiting for the lamp to be lit tonight, but I don't want to be arrested again...... Master Fang, don't blame me for being too talkative, I don't understand something, and I want to ask you a question or two. ”

"Oh, please!"

Yuan Jue pondered the wording and said, "As far as I know, the object of your Jingjiao worship is not the Buddha, but the ......" He scratched his bald head, as if he couldn't remember the awkward name.

Francis smiled and pointed to the prisoner on the silver cross on his chest. "Jehovah and Jesus. It's our Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. ”

Yuan Jue said: "Yes, it is the father and son surnamed Ye." The philosophies and teachings of our two religions can be said to be completely different, so why are you so interested in the Buddha Festival?

Francis said, "Hehe, it's nothing. Buddhism and Nestorianism, such as Lao Tzu and Confucius, entered the world as soon as they were born; It's interesting to look at each other.

Moreover...... In the next life, there is a doubt that cannot be resolved in our scriptures, so I ask the Buddhas in the hope of finding an answer. ”

Yuan Jue pondered for a moment and said: "Although the little monk is only a shallow learner, he is also willing to hear about the problem of the main matter - as the so-called everything is fateful, maybe the problem that has plagued the master Fang for a long time can be solved by me, a little monk?"

Francis nodded: "That makes sense. But instead of rushing to tell, he turned his gaze to the bustling crowd.

There are all smiling faces here, and there is no difference between Fanren, Hu people, and Han people. This is the most joyous moment, but also the most equal moment.

After a long time, he finally spoke: "Master Yuanjue, our Jingjiao scriptures say that this world is not getting better day by day, but slowly getting worse. ”

Yuan Jue was stunned for a moment, and then folded his hands and said: "Nowadays, people's hearts are not ancient, and it is almost the consensus of all monks. I don't deny that. But I think that as long as someone makes an iron fist and turns things around with the power of Donkey Kong, this world can still be beautiful again. ”

Francis sighed, "But the scriptures say it can't be good." There will be a great catastrophe in the end, called the 'Last Judgment'. At that time, there will be a rain of fire from the heavens, and the earth will be reduced to ruins.

All are judged before Jehovah, and those who are virtuous die in bliss, but those who have sinned in great sin are thrown into Hell and suffer for eternity. I often tremble at the sight of that terrible scene. ”

Yuan Jue asked suspiciously, "Then...... And when will judgment come?

Francis shook his head: "Didn't say it." Maybe thousands of years from now, maybe ten days and a half from now, maybe ......" he smiled wearily, "maybe today." ”

"Today?"

"Well, today. ”

Francis pointed to the people who blessed each other in the brilliant lights: "Maybe the end is today." ”

Yuan Jue was really stunned this time, and said dumbly: "You ......"

At this time, Francis patted him on the shoulder: "I'm just making an analogy, don't take it seriously." ”

Yuan Jue breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Then what is your question?"

Francis said, "I wonder if the Buddha and the Bodhisattva will come to the aid of someone suffering on the day of the Last Judgment, and what will happen in the end?"

Yuan Jue suddenly laughed when he heard this, and stroked his palms and said, "Wonderful!"

Francis said with some displeasure: "This is a question that has been bothering me for a long time, why is my brother laughing?"

Yuan Jue wiped his tears and said, "The poor monk is not laughing at you, he just happens to know the answer to this question!"

Francis' eyes lit up: "Really, please tell me the answer, I will be grateful!"

Yuan Jue suddenly looked at the copper kettle used for timing in front of the team, and it was already the hour. He said slowly: "There is no hurry. The Buddha loves to tell the fate of the law through stories, so let the poor monks also tell a story.

Decades ago, there was a soldier who killed someone in Liangzhou, and he fled overnight for fear of a lawsuit.

Although it was a manslaughter, the guilt in his heart could not be dissipated for a long time, and he looked up to the sky and asked: Can I still be a good person in this life?

But heaven and earth were silent, and no one answered.

He fled all the way to Qingliang Temple on Wutai Mountain, and overheard a monk's words. When he said, 'Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot,' he couldn't help but rejoice and clapped his hands.

The Buddha was able to forgive him, and he threw himself into the Buddha's door.

But Jun Han has been a monk for ten years, but this matter has been held in his heart and has never been resolved. Suddenly, one day, wolf smoke rose everywhere, and feathers were everywhere. The White Tiger is approaching Hehuang, and the war is about to begin. The soldier said goodbye to the abbot, and he wanted to go to the most dangerous and difficult place, because he believed that only then could he be redeemed.

So he traveled thousands of miles to Huangzhou.

Master Fang, have you ever seen a battlefield? It's so terrifying. The remnant sun is like blood, black smoke fills the air, the wind sweeps the yellow sand, and the bones are all over the field. Hell is nothing more than that. Junhan was in tears at that time, he was a person who had never been on the battlefield before, and he didn't know that the war was so tragic. He didn't know how much will it would take to dissolve these hatreds.

The only thing he could do was bury the bodies one by one and recite a scripture. Both the Fan and Han sides who fought regarded him as a madman, and no one had time to deal with him. But the Buddha blessed that this man actually survived.

Amitabha, good, good!

One day, while he was burying the dead, he suddenly heard a faint moan. Not afraid of ghosts, he went to check and found a soldier under a mound of dirt.

The warrior was very young, only in his teens, almost a child. He had been hit by an arrow in the arm and his leg had been broken, and if he had been left alone, he would have died in a few moments.

But fortunately, he met the monk.

The monk brought herbs and bandages, and found a few broken wooden planks as a table to treat him. But at this time, a white-clothed soldier suddenly walked on the opposite side. The man seemed to be looking for the loot. His eyes lit up as soon as he saw the young soldier. ”

Unable to understand what he meant, Francis, he asked, "What is he going to do?"

Yuan Jue smiled coldly: "The military system of the White Tiger Fan follows the Qin law, and those who behead people can be promoted or exchanged for cattle and sheep. What do you say he's going to do?

He walked with a scimitar and a cruel smile, and the monk's blood was cold. At this time, he suddenly had a few incense scars on the head of the soldier, and it turned out that he was a monk and a monk. So the monk shouted, 'Hey, let him go, don't you keep the vows?'

But how could Fan Bing understand his words? The monk was so scared that he was going to die, but when he remembered the person he had lost his death to, he suddenly felt that the time for redemption had come. He opened his arms and said word by word: 'Don't hurt him unless you kill me first!'

But the monk didn't care about that, he slapped him to pieces, and walked straight towards the soldier. The monk crawled and hugged his leg and shouted, 'Kill me first!' but the monk struck him in the back with a hard elbow. The monk's head is worthless, so the monks don't bother to kill him.

When the monk saw the monk raise his scimitar on the ground, he turned his heart sideways and rushed straight over. Even if he dies, he will die before the child.

But a strange thing happened, as soon as his hand touched the monk's wrist, he suddenly had a skill, snatched it down, and pushed it out, and the scimitar was inserted into the monk's chest.

It turned out that the monk was originally a military man, and he just forgot about it. He killed people because he accidentally killed a battle-hardened general in the arena.

The monk was extremely remorseful. He was seeking liberation, but he killed someone, and his sins could never be washed away. He began to cry.

But then a faint voice said, 'You saved me...... Did the Buddha manifest himself?' He turned around and saw the young soldier with his hands folded and bowed to him, 'Thank you Buddha, thank you Buddha!'

At this moment, he finally understood that his true salvation was here. Burning incense and worshiping the Buddha is not a top matter, only you can save yourself. Amitabha, good, good!"

Francis' eyes moistened when he heard this, and he crossed and said, "O merciful Lord, please forgive that monk!"

Yuan Jue said: "Don't be busy with congratulations, the story is not over yet." The monk saved the soldier, and when he was healed, the two of them went together to save others. They went back and forth, saving a total of ten people. With the two of them, it's exactly twelve. ”

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Chapter 131: Jincheng Buddha Light (4)