When I returned to Xingjiao Temple from Hedong Road, there was a little girl beside me, who was very short and thin, and she didn't like to talk much. She just stood quietly beside the non-empty, grabbing the corner of his clothes with her little hands.

He didn't walk back to the monastery from the main gate, because he didn't want to trouble the master anymore. The last time, those senior brothers in the monastery looked at him with such eyes, looking at his master, he still remembered it vividly and remembered it in his heart.

Walked directly to the mountain behind Xingjiao Temple, looking at the tomb that was still covered with new soil, and there was no stone monument.

He leaned against the grave and took out the gourd from his bosom, and after she left, he liked to drink, and he liked the feeling of being dizzy after being drunk.

At that time, Bukong seemed to see her smiling at him and walking towards him.

The little girl sat quietly beside him, she had been pulled out of the pile of dead people, she was not afraid, probably because she was too young to know what it meant to be afraid.

"Ning Buer, cheer up, we're going to Jiannan Road next. Bukong put away the wine gourd, everything he wanted to say had been told to her, and it was time to leave.

He stretched out his hand and grasped the Buddha bead relics tightly, and left, in order to welcome her new life.

Bukong had just walked not far away, and he didn't go any further, because the senior brothers in the monastery had stopped in front of him and blocked his way.

No one spoke, just glared at him viciously with extremely fierce eyes.

The little girl's hand at the corner of his shirt slowly let go, and she easily found a hidden corner and hid herself well.

Along the way, every time he stopped, she did this, no one else taught, she just wanted to live longer, to live longer, to have a chance to think about other things, such as revenge.

The monks of the monastery stared at him one by one, and they lost the feeling of closeness that they usually have. Bukong knew what they meant, it was the trouble he had brought to Xingjiao Temple, and he should repay it.

"When I come back next time, you can send me to the Imperial Capital. He looked at those brothers and said lightly.

No one answered, still standing in front of him, still glaring angrily.

"Please get out of the way. He folded his hands together and bowed down.

Finally, someone took a step forward, a middle-aged monk: "No, you have already violated the precepts, and now you can't leave the temple for a single step, even if the sky falls, you can't leave, unless you are escorted to the imperial capital." ”

Another monk came out: "It's not empty, you still hand over the woman who brought disaster to the country and the people, as long as her body is still in our temple, the incense in our temple will gradually wither, she is a demon girl." ”

Bukong raised his head suddenly, staring coldly at the monk who was speaking, and the monk did not have the slightest fear, but glared back.

"That's right, that witch, if you leave her body in the monastery for a day, we won't be able to live in peace. ”

"No, whether you are for the temple, or for the presiding abbot, or your master, at this time, you should choose to take the initiative to hand over the body of the demon girl and go to His Majesty the Son of Heaven to ask for punishment. ”

"It's not empty, don't bother everyone,......"

There were too many such words, which fell on his ears, and he didn't want to listen to them, so he closed his eyes tightly, put his hands together in front of his chest, and silently chanted the scriptures, in order to calm his mind and not to have murderous thoughts.

The monks gathered around him, chattering all the time, and he lowered his head and turned into one hand on his chest, the other hand clenched into a fist.

No one would say a word for him, and his actions seemed to anger all the temple brothers except his master.

"Haven't my Buddha opened his eyes and looked down on this world?"

"Didn't my Buddha open his eyes and look at these ugly faces?"

"Could it be that my Buddha never opened his eyes, but only turned back to the shore?"

"Could it be that my Buddha has never opened his eyes, so who is compassion for?"

"Buddha, I believe in you, but where are you at this time?"

"If you don't care about it, then it's my fault?"

"You say that if there is no love, you will be happy, but how can you be at peace without love?"

"You can do both good and evil, then I can only be heinous!"

"After that, I will not enter the ghost gate in vain, and I will not ask my Buddha to have mercy!"

Bukong raised his head and looked at the many monks, no longer his senior brother, after that he was not a disciple of Buddhism, he was just not empty, just an apprentice of Mida Mountain, that's all!

He looked up to the sky and laughed, the laughter was a little desolate, he raised his sleeves and drank, and when he fell down, he killed.

A monk who pointed at him was cut by his sword, he smiled, and looked at the many senior brothers in front of him: "Okay, it doesn't matter if you want to force me, it doesn't matter if you take my life, but not now!

A monk fell in a pool of blood, most of the disciples were already stupid, stunned on the spot, no one would have thought that he would really dare to kill people if he was not empty!

"No, are you crazy?" the middle-aged monk scolded angrily, not daring to raise his hand, trembling and retreating to the back.

"yes, I'm crazy. Bukong gritted his teeth and said this, he walked forward and stabbed a sword into the chest of the middle-aged monk.

Today, the Buddha has been bathed in blood, and I have not seen my Buddha feel pity.

The dazzling sunlight sprinkled outside the Xingjiao Temple, and many disciples of the Xingjiao Temple died in his hands.

He pinched the sword and slowly wiped the blood from the sword, so that he could smile, if she could not be resurrected, after that, he would not be empty and only lived for revenge.

The little girl walked out of the secret place, stretched out her hand and continued to hold his shirt tightly, she raised her head slightly, feeling that he at this time seemed to be no longer the same person before, he should really not be empty.

He stood in front of the gate of Xingjiao Temple, looking at the countless disciples in the temple, scattering and fleeing, he did not continue to chase, the Buddha in front of these people was so ridiculous that he didn't need to take it to heart.

Bukong turned around, and then looked at his master, he sighed slightly, and passed the last politeness: "Master, the disciple Bukong will ask for sins in front of the Buddha in the future, but not now, not today." ”

Nodding slightly, Mida Mountain turned around, looked at the golden body of the Buddha statue in the main hall, and sighed slightly: "Could it be that my Buddha really didn't open his eyes and take a look, senior brother, maybe you were wrong from the beginning." ”

Whether it's right or wrong, it's not empty and gone.

......

In the side hall of Xingjiao Temple, Mida Mountain looked at the golden body of the Buddha in front of him, and ended his story, he raised his eyes and said a Buddha name.

Guo Xiaojiu, who had listened to the whole story, sat on the futon, speechless for a long time, he stretched out his hand and clasped it on the scabbard, and couldn't help admiring the monk who didn't like it earlier, but now his heart is full of awe and pity.

He also looked at the Buddha statue, and his heart was a little heavy, his injuries were already healed, and it was estimated that it would not take two or three days to walk out of the temple.

Ning Buer sat outside the side hall and didn't turn her head, she was a part of this story, a few traces of retrospective appeared on her face, he was really a big hero in her heart at that time, but she also heard the story of Bukong for the first time today, as well as her story.

It turned out that he had never forgotten that incident, he had done a lot of evil over the years, not only to serve the woman in the Drunken Immortal Building, but also to be full of a trace of hope for her resurrection, and the revenge in his heart.

"Two donors, this is the end of the story, since then, my Xingjiao Temple has been closed to guests, because there is no Buddha in my temple. Obviously looking at the golden body of the Buddha statue in front of him, Mida Mountain said that there was no Buddha in Xingjiao Temple.

He breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had let go of the shackles in his heart, and those pasts were gone. He got up slowly, as if he was much older, and for the first time in so many years, he told this story to others.

It's a story about him and her, the story of his most beloved apprentice.

A figure stood in front of the door, standing without empty hands, his big sleeves fluttering, he looked at the back of Mida Mountain, and signaled Ning Buji not to speak.

He knelt down outside the side hall empty, not to worship the Buddha, but to worship his master, and he remembered that promise. "The disciple is not empty, come to ask for sin. ”

"You are not guilty. Midasan replied, not looking back at him, nor clasping his hands together to make the appearance of the past.

"Sinful, in the hearts of the disciples, the master is the true Buddha, I have a Buddha in the Xingjiao Temple, and when I come to ask the master, I will ask my Buddha for sin. Bukong's voice trembled, and as he spoke, his forehead had hit the ground heavily.

"My Buddha is only for the sake of crossing people to be good, not empty, now you really have evil in your heart, how can you ask for sin. Midasan shook his head with a smile, walked out of the side hall, and walked to the front of the main hall.

"You haven't been to see her in more than ten years, go see her. ”

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