Ying Tianchang sometimes really doubts whether he is a crazy person, because his heart is really soft, maybe as Chen Lin'an said at the beginning, compassion is in his heart, but at the same time, Ying Tianchang even feels that his temper may be a little strange, the general situation is fine, he doesn't care about anything and doesn't care, any anger and anger can be controlled, but once a point in his heart is touched, he will become extremely irritable and uncontrollable, such as the shot in the frog fang.

For example, if the one-eyed old man who asks for help asks for more, or if the young man opens his mouth to say a word, Ying Tianchang will really bear to ignore them. You may know that you were wrong in hindsight, but at most you will not regret it if you think about them again.

Fortunately, the four refugees who had escaped from the black-skinned pig demon were kneeling there, not saying much.

Ying Tianchang called out the breeze, and the breeze helped the four people up. Ying Tianchang looked at the old man, nodded, and then set up a tent with the returning Qingshan, and also set up a tent for these four poor people.

In the meantime, Qinghuang is healing the woman's feet.

These four people didn't dare to say a word in the end, and Ying Tianchang didn't bother to pretend to be the humble and polite scholar Chen Qinglu in them.

Early the next morning, Ying Tianchang escorted them to a few miles outside Weiming City and then turned around and walked back. They can still be in danger during this journey, and Ying Tianchang really has nothing to say, he didn't want to send the Buddha to the west.

Because Qinghuang told him last night that the scratches on the woman's feet were far from being able to do so with the demonic aura of the black-skinned pig demon.

Whether or not they will enter the city in the end depends on their own creation.

After that, it was another two-day journey. Because the green mountains and green yellow are no longer rushing with their bodies, the speed of the feet depends on the gray horse under Ying Tianchang's crotch.

At this time, in an abandoned town in front of Ying Tianchang and his party, you can see the dilapidated houses in the town from the entrance of the town, and although there are road barriers at the entrance of the town as protective measures, there is no one to guard them.

Ying Tianchang and Qinghuang glanced at each other, and there was some worry in each other's eyes, Qingshan still looked like soldiers were coming to block the water and cover the earth. Ying Tianchang touched the head of the bun, the town is called Chema Town, and it is the only place for Ying Tianchang and his party to go to the nearest road to the Hundred Beast Mountain. Before the Northwest Demon Plague Occurred, Chema Town was quite famous in the Northwest for no other reason, because this town was never as disturbed by monsters as other Northwest towns, but every night someone would die unexpectedly, or be scared to death, or be disemboweled, or die peacefully without illness, or there will be no news from again, and no one knows where and how the person died...... No one believed that the missing people in Chemma were still alive. Although the imperial court intervened in the investigation, it didn't even have a clue about the immortal masters who dispatched the three big cities, so it could only be dismissed and became an unsolved case.

The townspeople in Chema Town also left this Chema Town early. Only some old people who realized that their time was short died with this barren ghost town.

The bun screamed twice, and Ying Tianchang glanced at the town again,

Baozi told him that this trip was okay, and Ying Tianchang also felt that it should be so, not to mention ordinary ghosts, even powerful ghosts couldn't stop their group. It's just that the young man still cares about the fact that the immortal masters of the three big cities in Qinghuang's mouth are helpless about it.

I'm afraid of capsizing in the gutter.

It may be a bit inappropriate. Thinking so, Ying Tianchang pushed open the road fence at the entrance of the town.

Sure enough, it was a deserted town and a ghost town, and Ying Tianchang led his horse through many intersections, and the scenery he saw was almost the same, nothing more than rubble and dust, as well as shelves and wine vasks filled with dirt.

For some reason, these slightly desolate scenes made Ying Tianchang's chest as heavy as being buried in the yellow sand outside the town, and Ying Tianchang felt that every breath he exhaled, blowing every bit of dust and dirt here, was slowly waking up the town.

Baozi lay on the horse's back, yawning, bored.

And when they were about to leave this barren town, Ying Tianchang and Qinghuang Qingshan saw a monk.

The monk wears only plain monk's robes, not a robe, and sits cross-legged in the middle of the road. The monk is not very old, and he looks like he is one or two years older than Ying Tianchang, and there is a wooden fish and a scripture book in front of him. The monk knocks on the wooden fish with one hand, plucks the Zen beads with the other, and recites the Buddhist scriptures in his mouth.

And the scriptures in front of him turned over without wind.

Ying Tian grew up on him, and in an instant he saw the golden light, rubbing his eyes, but he couldn't see anything, as if he had never had a golden light.

The monk closed his eyes and recited Buddhist scriptures, and Ying Tianchang stopped and did not go close to the monk, not wanting to disturb him. Qinghuang and Qingshan also stopped, but Qingshan had a trace of impatience on his face, but he didn't say anything.

was slapped on the top of the head by Qinghuang who jumped up.

After the Buddhist scriptures are recited, the monk got up, folded his hands and bowed to Ying Tianchang and Qinghuang Qingshan, the bun barked a few times on the horse's back, the monk patted his head, suddenly realized, and then saluted the gray horse and the bun.

Ying Tianchang and Qinghuang Qingshan both felt interesting when they looked at it, but Ying Tianchang thought of four more words in his heart, "all beings are equal" as the old bald head said. Ying Tianchang felt that it was not necessarily, but it was enough.

Ying Tianchang also saluted with his hands together and briefly introduced his party, but Ying Tianchang did not use the pseudonym Chen Qinglu this time, but used his real name Ying Tianchang.

The monk turned his head to look around, the sun reflected as if the whole world was yellow, he picked up the wooden fish and scriptures on the ground, and said with a smile: "Several donors are kind-hearted, and they don't want to disturb the little monk's super yin soul to return to the netherworld. ”

Monk Yiye glanced at the sky, it was still early before the sunset, but compared to some ghosts, although the sunrise and sunset had an impact, as long as it was not the time when the yang energy was at its most abundant at noon, it was relatively unhindered. In fact, the monk came to the northwest and appeared here not because he heard about the suffering of the people in the northwest, but because he returned to the Central Plains from the Western Regions, but he took the road of the northwest.

I shouldn't have been deceived by my uncle into going to the Western Regions in the first place, this time I went for three years, but my uncle went back early, so I left myself there. The monk had a headache. On the way back, what he saw and heard on the road made him feel uncomfortable, this northwest area of the Tang Dynasty, as if the bitter sea was flooded with it, it was all suffering.

In this way, he felt that he could not get out of this northwest, the sea of suffering was endless, what kind of shore was it to turn back? The Buddha came to cross me, is this "me" a monk or a demon in the northwest?

The little monk is not a Buddha, I don't understand.

When Qingshan heard this, he was also unceremonious, and said, "Then monk, what were you doing sitting on the road just now?"

Monk Yiye said: "Chanting is just excessive. The little monk traveled here, and was shocked to find that the anger and resentment in this place were very heavy, so he thought of doing a ritual for the people who died in vain in the town, and helping the souls of those who stayed here to die. ”

"Then why are you sitting in the middle of the road and not going to the deceased's residence?" Aoyama said with a grin.

Monk Yiye smiled slightly: "It's good to be home." ”

Qingshan is still a cow's brain, and he doesn't understand it very well.

"Master is merciful, we are destined to see you again. "There are not many greetings, Ying Tianchang led Qinghuang and Qingshan to say goodbye to the young monk, and the Hundred Beasts Mountain is still a little far away.

However, Ying Tianchang has a good impression of this monk who sits alone in a small town and overkills the dead. In fact, Ying Tianchang also guessed a little bit about what the monk was doing in this long-abandoned town?

"Several donors are related to the Buddha. The monk folded his hands and bowed.

It's just that there is a relationship with the Buddha, this sentence Ying Tianchang has always felt that it is a perfunctory word used by the bald head of the Buddhist family.

"Since the mage said that there is a lot of anger and resentment here, it is better to be careful. Ying Tianchang thought about it and reminded before leaving.

"The benefactor is good. ”

When Ying Tianchang and a few people left the town and walked farther away, the monk was still sitting in place, his hands folded.

In his wooden fish, there was a black light.

Monk Yiye put the wooden fish on the ground, turned his palm and knocked on the wooden fish. The black light dimmed a little as if it had been hit hard.

"Why don't you listen to people's advice?" Monk Yiye had a bitter gourd face.

"The little monk has been talking hard for the past two days, and he is almost annoyed to death by himself, why don't you understand?"

"Look at it, the resentful spirits and ghosts formed by the people you killed, the last few of them have just entered the Huangquan Underground Mansion to be reincarnated, why are you still obsessed?"

The monk felt that he was obsessed with the word good use.

"Reincarnation, bald donkey, tell me yourself, your Buddhists call the world the place of the sea of suffering, what is reincarnation not re-entering the sea of suffering?!" The black light in the wooden fish flickered, making a terrible sound, even if it was daytime at the moment, people would feel chills down their spines when they heard it.

"When I kill them, I don't want them to be freed from the sea of suffering, but to live in the world as human beings, according to your Buddhists, is to toss in the sea of suffering, to be born, old, sick and die, to be happy, angry, and sorrowful...... What is not a painful ordeal?!And as a ghost, why not?!"

"Alas, the benefactor is a bad man. The monk shook his head, "Although you are a ghost, aren't you also angry now? Even if you are a ghost, aren't you also greedy and hateful, and you haven't come out of the sea of suffering? Besides, how many of the people you have killed have lost their minds and become resentful spirits? You may not have counted carefully, the little monk has counted in the past two days, fifty-one. ”

"If it is so simple to get rid of the sea of suffering, why didn't the Buddha open up the Western Elysium, why didn't he accept ordinary people in the palm of his hand? The little monk's Dharma is not high, and he has an idea that is not right, and the little monk thinks that it is because if he has not suffered, he will not be enlightened, whether it is enlightened or enlightened himself. ”

"It has nothing to do with whether it's a human or a ghost. That's why there are bodhisattvas who go to hell and say that hell is not empty and vows not to become a Buddha. The monk clasped his hands together and chanted, "Amitabha." ”

Suddenly, the wind blew up, rolling up the dust of the town, obscuring the sky and the sun, enveloping the town, and not seeing the sun.

The black light exploded from the wooden fish.

"Why can those so-called immortal Buddhas live forever in the world, and we have to go to hell, go to the underworld, and suffer from reincarnation?!"

The young monk wrinkled his face like a rotten fruit, and he said, "I'm not a Buddha or a Bodhisattva, so you ask me how I know." ”

At this moment, the monk felt that he should think of the heel of the Northwest Rebellion.

The black light swept the wind and sand and rushed towards a leaf monk.

A leaf monk's eyes showed a golden light, and a thousand golden lights exploded behind him, as if there was a vajra dharma body.

"But it's not right for you to do this, you did it to the people of the town before, and it's even more wrong, this kind of behavior determines that you can't get out of the sea of suffering!"

Behind King Kong's angry eyes, the monk punched at the black light, and the black light suddenly shattered.

Wind and sand stopped.

Monk Yiye stretched out his hand, pinched a black mist soul and said: "If you don't listen to persuasion, then there is no way, Xiaosheng Buddhism is not high and can't surpass you, so don't go to the underworld, go to hell to listen to the profound Dharma of that Bodhisattva." ”

The light of the monk's palm flashed, and the black mist soul disappeared.

In fact, for the Yiye monk, the ghosts in the town are not very powerful, and the reason why the immortal masters of the three cities in the northwest did not find the clues is because some of the ghosts and ghosts come from Xudu, if the monk has not seen it, he may not be able to find his heels.

What surprised the monk even more was this ghostly thought, because even Monk Yiye himself felt a trace of ...... True and wrong.

Man is born with pain, and man dies with pain. From birth to death, it seems that people go from pain to pain, but between this pain, there is beauty that we can choose.

There is love, there is love, there are beautiful landscapes, and there are delicious food......

The monk touched his bald head, it was over, he sank in the sea of suffering, and he couldn't become a Buddha in this life.