Outside Chang'an City, there is a temple known as Xiaoling Mountain: Jinshan Temple!

On this day, at the foot of Jinshan Temple, a five or six-year-old child was walking on the bank of the river, holding a lotus flower in his hand, and on his immature face, there was a trace of melancholy that did not match his age.

Not long after the little monk left, he heard a burst of laughter: "Haha, after fishing for so long, I finally caught a fish!"

Following the prestige, I saw a man in his twenties holding a fishing rod under a willow tree on the bank of the river, looking at the big fish biting the hook and laughing.

Looking at the constantly swinging carp, a trace of pity flashed in the eyes of the little monk, and after taking a deep breath, he walked towards the area where the young man was.

Soon, the little monk came to the young man, clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, donor, you see how pitiful this fish is, why not let him go, as the so-called saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, the fish is also life, the donor released it today, and the little fish will definitely come back to repay the kindness!"

Hearing this, the young man turned his head and glanced at the little monk, a playful smile appeared on his handsome face, put away the fishing rod, stretched out his hand to catch the fish in his hand, and looked at the little monk condescendingly and said: "Little monk, I have been fishing here for six years, this is the first fish I caught, but you let me let it go, isn't it a joke?"

As soon as these words came out, the little monk glanced at the young man with his head raised, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

I really didn't expect anyone to be able to keep fishing here for six years, and the most important thing is that the only fish caught in the past six years was caught by myself.

But soon, the compassion in the little monk's eyes became even stronger, and he clasped his hands together and saluted: "Amitabha, donor, since you have caught a fish, then your demons in the past six years can be lifted, why not let go of this innocent fish under the big mood." ”

"You need to know, the donor has been fishing for six years and has found nothing, this fish is hooked, it can be said to please the stone donor, as the saying goes, it is difficult to buy me happy, since the donor is already happy, why not release this innocent and meritorious fish, this move can be described as immeasurable!"

Listening to the words of the little monk, the smile in the young man's eyes was even worse, and he walked in front of the little monk in one step, raised the fish in his hand, and slowly pulled out the hook with the other hand.

I saw that the hook was not a curved hook, but a vertical piece of lead, and it was a straight hook!

After doing all this, the young man's eyes looked at the little monk and said: "Little monk, in ancient times, there were ginger teeth fishing with a straight hook, and today I also catch fish with a straight hook, do you know the deep meaning!"

As soon as these words came out, a trace of confusion flashed in the eyes of the little monk, and he looked at the young man puzzledly and said, "The little monk doesn't know, please teach the donor!"

Hearing this, the young man laughed, held up the red-tailed carp, and said, "This is called Jiang Ziya's fishing wisher taking the bait, since this fish is willing to take the bait, it can be seen that it has already made up its mind to enter my belly." ”

"Since it is determined to enter my stomach, then it is natural for me to eat it, and it can even be regarded as its wish, you let me let it go, don't you want it to regret it for life!"

Speaking of this, the young man seemed to think of something, looked at the little monk and said: "Little monk, I heard that the temple eats cabbage and tofu every day, you are so old that you are afraid that you have not eaten meat, today you and I meet can be regarded as fate, how about I invite you to eat grilled fish!"

As soon as these words came out, the little monk who was still thinking about it suddenly came back to his senses, hurriedly took a few steps back, shook his little head like a rattle, and said vigorously in his mouth: "Sins and sins, monks will never touch meat, the donor laughed." ”

After speaking, the little monk glanced at the fish in the young man's hand again, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and he turned around and prepared to leave.

Since he can't persuade him, then he has no choice, rather than watching the fish being killed, it is better to leave, out of sight.

Seeing this, the smile on the young man's face was even worse, and he said, "Little monk stay!"

Hearing this, the little monk's footsteps paused, turned his head to look at the young man, folded his hands and said politely: "What else is the matter with the donor?"

In this regard, the young man took a valuable white jade gourd inlaid with precious stones on his waist and shook it, and the sound of water could be heard rippling in it.

After doing all this, the young man threw the white jade gourd to the little monk and said, "Little monk, if you drink the wine in this gourd, I will release this fish!"

Hearing this, a trace of confusion suddenly flashed on the little monk's face.

If he drinks it, then he will break the vows, but if he doesn't drink it, the young man in front of him will definitely kill the innocent little fish.

Seeing the hesitation in the eyes of the little monk, the young man's eyes flashed, and he said: "Little monk, the Bodhisattva of the Earth of Buddhism once said, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell, do you know the true meaning of this!"

"You also told me before, saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, you drank this wine and I released this fish, this is a cycle of cause and effect, if you don't drink, it is a death to the small fish, what is the point of you cultivating Buddhism!"

As soon as these words came out, the expression of struggle on the little monk's face dissipated, as if he had made up his mind, he looked up at Zhu Tiancang and said, "Donor, you release the fish, and the little monk will finish drinking the wine in this white jade gourd!"

After speaking, the little monk seemed to think of something, and said again: "If the monk doesn't speak, the little monk will never deceive the donor!"

Hearing this, the young man nodded thoughtfully, and then threw the fish into the river, sat on a stone pier casually, and said, "Little monk, I let the fish go, it's up to you!"

Hearing this, a trace of struggle flashed in the eyes of the little monk, but he was soon suppressed, and muttered: "Don't blame the Buddha, don't blame the Bodhisattva, the little monk Xuanzang broke the vows in order to save Yu'er's life, and after he goes back, the little monk must have thought about reciting the scriptures behind closed doors for a hundred days......"

After a long time, the little monk who called himself Xuanzang stopped chattering, seemed to have made up his mind, stretched out his hand to uncover the white jade gourd, and suddenly a strong smell of wine gushed out of it, pungent and spicy, which immediately made the little monk's eyes burst into tears.

Holding back the tears in his eyes, the little monk glanced at the young man, closed his eyes and raised his head, and directly raised the white jade gourd, and drank it.

However, the little monk did not notice that among the wine he drank, there was a gold bead the size of a baby's little thumb, which entered his body along the wine, and then entered his sea of consciousness at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the three Buddha phantoms did not stop it in the slightest.

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