The cold mist is kind, and the morning in the mountains is bitingly cold.

On the mountain road leading to the Shaolin Temple, a ragged and thin boy was struggling to go up. From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, it is a ten-mile-long mountain road. The boy couldn't walk halfway through, he had walked thousands of miles, and the soles of his feet were covered with blood blisters.

Suddenly, the boy sat down on the wide stone steps, and he didn't know what sad thing he remembered, and he opened his throat and began to cry. In the early morning, there were already many monks and pilgrims coming and going on the mountain road of Shaomuro Mountain, and when they saw the young man's sad condition, they felt pity and went forward to inquire one after another. But no matter what the others said, the boy just wept and did not answer.

At this time, an old monk with a white beard and a hanging chest slowly walked down the mountain road. When those monks saw him, they all kept shouting from their uncles and uncles. The pilgrims also called him respectfully, Master Hui Min.

The old monk came to the young man's side and looked at him quietly. The old monk found that in addition to sadness, the young man's eyes were more angry, regretful, and ashamed...... An indescribable emotion.

The old monk said slowly: "Bodhi has no tree..."

After hearing this, the young man stopped crying, and hurriedly said: "The mirror is not a platform, there is nothing in the first place, where is the dust." ”

The old monk said happily: "Can the little benefactor understand this poem?"

The young man shook his head and said in a low voice, "I don't understand, I just listened to others." ”

The old monk saw that this young man had a lot of wisdom, and said: "Come up to the mountain, if you recite the scriptures for a few years, you will definitely understand." ”

The young man shook his head again: "I'm here to learn martial arts." ”

The old monk pulled the boy up, and a gentle stream of heat passed from his hand to the boy's body. The young man's spirits were lifted, and the fatigue of dozens of days dissipated in an instant.

The old monk said: "Recite the scriptures first, and then practice martial arts." ”

The young man rejoiced and said, "Go up the mountain and recite the scriptures, then I should always have a name." ”

The old monk pondered for a moment and said, "Wuming." ”

The wheels were rolling, and after three days of travel, I finally arrived at Shaomuro Mountain.

"Senior brother, senior brother?"

Wu Ming woke up in shock after hearing this, and when he looked at the side of him, Dong Ping, who was pale, was driving the carriage weakly, and the little head of the understanding came out of the gap between the two of them.

Dong Ping frowned and complained: "You have slept for eight hours, and you can't wake up no matter how you scream, and you have to let me, a sick ghost, drive the car for you." ”

Wuming smiled and said, "I had a long dream, but there was no Buddha in the dream. ”

Savvy grinned and said, "There is no Buddha in my dreams, there are just snacks and pastries." ”

Wu Ming smiled toothily after hearing this, and Dong Ping teased: "There is also a woman's big white ass." ”

After hearing this, Enlightenment's face turned red, and his body moved back into the carriage. After he left, Dong Ping's face became solemn, he looked at Wuming, Wuming's face has become worse and worse in the past few days, and his spirit is also a little sluggish. Yes, a person stuffs stones into his stomach all day long, and he has to spend a lot of true qi to renew the life of others, how can Wuming's face be good.

Dong Ping said: "Let's stay if you still resist." ”

Wu Ming smiled freely and said, "At least until I get home, I can't die yet." ”

Dong Ping leaned on the car, stretched his arms and said, "That's good, today's scriptures haven't been talked about yet." If the heart can be transformed, it will be the same as ......"

Wuming said: "This verse has been said four times. ”

Dong Ping learned his tone and said, "Review the old and learn the new." ”

With that, the two looked at each other and smiled.

Half a mile forward from the chariot and horse, a clanging sound of chiseling stones came faintly from the head.

Wuming said: "It was an uncle who had broken the precepts and was expelled from the mountain gate, where he carved a Buddha statue and repented. He's been chiseling for ten years. ”

Dong Ping nodded, and after everyone climbed a small steep slope, they saw a sturdy bearded monk chiseling a big Buddha. The stone Buddha is ten zhang high, and now it has shown a rough outline, and the difference is refinement.

Wu Ming said to the monk, "Uncle Huineng. ”

After the monk glanced at Wuming coldly, he said lightly: "The Sprinkle family has been expelled from the mountain gate, and it is no longer your uncle." ”

Dong Ping thought for a moment, then turned his head and shouted to Ah Jiu, who was napping in the carriage on the side, "Ah Jiu, go and cut off the head of the Buddha." ”

Ah Jiu smiled: "Why?"

Dong Ping said: "Add another hundred taels of silver to you." ”

Before he finished speaking, Ah Jiu jumped towards the big Buddha like a streamer, only to see him rub two steps onto the Buddha's shoulder, and cut off the Buddha's head with a sword. Ah Jiu's body is smooth, and it only took less than half a breath to get down this errand.

Na Hui Neng watched in a daze as the huge Buddha's head rolled to the ground with a muffled loud noise, and he was furious. In a flash of lightning, he used a big move to grab Ah Jiu. As soon as Ah Jiu's eyes were over, he swished out a wonderful swordsmanship like an antelope's horns. Hui Neng's hand was still in mid-air, and Ah Jiu's sword was already on his neck. He, he, had never seen such a fast sword.

Ah Jiu smiled and said, "Kill him, how much silver can you give me?"

Dong Ping spread his hands and said: "I have no grudge against the past, and I have no grudge recently, why do you want to kill him?"

Dong Ping said that, and Hui Neng shouted angrily: "Since the Sprinkle family has no enmity or grudge against you, why do you want to spoil the bitter fruit of the Sprinkle family's ten-year cultivation!"

Dong Ping looked at Huineng in surprise and sighed: "You keep saying that you are digging Buddha for cultivation. But as soon as my friend cut off the head of the Buddha, you started to kill. If it weren't for the fact that my friend still had some effort, I am afraid that he would have died at your hands by now. Chiseled the Buddha for ten years, but you can't quit greed and hatred, what is the use of you chiseling this Buddha?"

Wu Ming also nodded when he heard this: "Master Dong Shi is reasonable. Uncle Shi, in the past ten years, have you ever meditated and recited scriptures? Before you left, did you read the Diamond Sutra, the Four Elements of the Initiation Sutra, and the Lotus Sutra that your teacher gave you?

When Huineng heard this, he sat on the ground as if he had received a blow on the head. He said in his heart: "Yes, these Buddhist scriptures, the Sprinkle family has never seen them at a glance. Chisel this Buddha, but also the more chiseled the more irritable. Ten years, after all, the Sprinkle family is going further and further on the wrong path. ”

Suddenly, Hui Neng shook the ground with a palm, and the huge stone Buddha separated and collapsed in an instant.

The two carriages had already traveled far away, and Wuming's voice floated over: "There is a Buddha in my heart, and I am practicing everywhere." ”

Hearing this, Huineng folded his hands and said, "Amitabha." ”

Enlightenment was drowsy in the car, and suddenly heard Enlightenment speak: "It's here." ”

He looked out of the carriage and exclaimed, "What majestic mountains!" but his astonishment was momentarily attracted by something else, and he saw scattered monks coming from the front with their heads down, all of them naked, with scars on their backs.

I also saw that there was a mirror-like cliff 100 zhang high in front of me, and there were three huge red characters engraved on the cliff, which were greed, hatred, and ignorance. On top of the stone wall, there are also a group of monks carrying huge stones to climb to the top of the mountain.

Comprehension trembled: "Senior brother, is it possible that we also have to start from this stone wall... Climb up?"

Wuming smiled and said, "The stone wall is for monks who have broken the precepts to climb, and others can go up the mountain path." ”

After he finished speaking, Dong Ping continued: "After the monks of Shaolin Temple violate the Great Precepts, they will not only be subject to the criminal law of the Discipline Academy, but will also be expelled from the mountain gate. But these monks also have the opportunity to stay in the temple, that is, to seal their true qi, and then carry a hundred-pound stone on their backs to climb the cliff of the three precepts. went up, and stayed. If you can't go up, you will leave. ”

Dong Ping is right. With that, he got out of the carriage, and he took off his white moonlit monk's robe, revealing his strong and well-proportioned body. Perception saw the back of Wuming, and couldn't help but exclaim.

I saw that his back was full of shocking whip marks. His lower abdomen was also bulging, and those uneven edges and corners were the stones hidden in his stomach. Ah Jiu got out of the car, picked up a boulder and put it on Wuming's shoulder. Wu Ming's body was short, he suddenly turned his head to look at Dong Ping, and said with a gentle smile: "Dong Ping, thank you." Thank you and your seniors for saving you. ”

Dong Ping squinted his eyes and said with a faint "oh": "No thanks." ”

As soon as he said that, Wuming turned his head and walked towards the Sanjie Wall. Dong Ping and the others also drove to the mountain road, and Dong Ping promised a hundred taels of silver, so he was willing to carry the sound of rain up the mountain. Comprehension helped Dong Ping to walk on the mountain road, and as Dong Ping walked, he couldn't help but think of the moonlight and stars on the night before.

That night, Ah Jiu did a business as usual and came back with a table of wine and food. He, a ruffian who picks the door, doesn't know what kindness he has sent, so he wants to share it with Dong Ping. Although Dong Ping was injured, he couldn't help but take a drink. And Wuming, who was on the side, also came over for the first time to ask for a glass of wine.

Wuming has never drunk alcohol, and he is not good at drinking. After a glass of wine, he told Dong Ping and Ah Jiu a vulgar story in a daze.

Wuming was originally the young master of a small sect in Suzhou, and he lived happily when he was young. But fourteen years ago, due to the struggle between forces, his family was tragically destroyed. On the day of the destruction, Erniang was urging him to endorse in the room. But a group of people suddenly entered the house, and his second mother was also from the rivers and lakes, knowing that the situation was critical, he hid Wuming under the bed. As soon as his second mother got up, a man rushed in. Wu Ming watched his second mother being raped and killed by that man, but he couldn't utter a word.

After escaping the catastrophe, Wuming fled from Suzhou and walked all the way to Shaomu Mountain, where he was later accepted as a disciple by Master Huimin, the chief elder of the Discipline Academy.

Wu Ming said: "I thought that after more than ten years of hard work, my Buddha heart was stable. But one day when I went down the mountain, I met a wicked man who was bullying a peasant woman. ”

Dong Ping said: "So you killed him." ”

Wu Ming nodded, Ah Jiu and Dong Ping both shouted in unison, "Good kill!"

Wuming continued: "Later, I was tortured and went down the mountain, and at that time, I had already started to kill, so I ran to Suzhou to seek revenge. But when I arrived in Suzhou, the enemy's blood was already flowing. The person who bullied my second mother back then was also crazy, but I still killed him. After that, I realized the sin I had sinner, and I wanted to throw myself into the river. But when I was by the river, I saw a senior who was floating in the water, and after I rescued him, I went upstream, and I found you who were washed ashore by the river. Then I knew that you had come to cross me. ”

When Dong Ping heard this, he couldn't help but sigh that the cause and effect were wonderful, and he asked again: "Then what are you eating stones for?"

Hearing this, Wuming's eyes suddenly appeared in front of the mountains of corpses in Nafu, and he said bitterly: "Atonement for the dead." ”

When Dong Pingzheng was recalling, he suddenly heard Ah Jiuda crying on the side. After Ah Jiu put down the sound of rain, he sat on the stone steps and cried: "Lao Tzu doesn't carry it, this dead man is too heavy!"

Dong Ping sighed, and he said to Ah Jiu and Understanding: "You guys can rest here for a while now, and I'll go up by myself." ”

At the top of the wall of the three precepts, there are two monks, an old man and a young man, sitting facing each other.

"Master, after walking this way, my disciple has finally understood the Lotus Sutra. ”

The old monk bowed his head and said: "Wuming, you are the most proud disciple of the teacher." ”

After the old monk said that, Wuming closed his eyes and lowered his head with a calm face.

The old monk's facial features trembled suddenly, as if he had great compassion.

Dong Ping had already come up the mountain, and he said to the old monk: "Since you are sad, why don't you cry?"

The old monk shook his head and said, "The Buddha does not allow sorrow. ”

Dong Ping wiped a handful of tears and said: "No sorrow or joy, that's not a Buddha or a person, it's a stone." ”

Dong Ping said that, the old monk suddenly burst into tears, he held Wuming's body in his arms, and muttered: "Wuming...... You are the most beloved disciple of the teacher...... You are the proudest disciple of your teacher!"

At this time, a faint fluorescence emanated from Wuming's body, reflecting his facial features more warm.

Dong Ping was happy for him and said: "If the heart can change, it will come with it." ”