Thousands of miles of scorched earth and barren mountains, hundreds of feet of hanging and broken temples. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When he followed the bitter monk to his residence on the site of the Guanyin Monastery, his eyes were full of layers of black ash and mist that had never escaped, and a thick sense of death and resentment could be vaguely detected in the mist.

It was a place of bitter resentment, and there was no life except the two of them.

"Bitter monk, how many people have you killed over the years. Bai Yi said with some emotion. He didn't know why, he didn't have too deep feelings about the bitter monk's murder, maybe it was because of the bitter monk's sentence "All living beings are suffering".

The bitter monk did not waver or sigh in the slightest, but responded very blandly: "If you have done one, ten will come to me, and if you have done ten, you will come to hundreds." The cycle goes on and on, and it is an endless cycle. The monk roughly counted that in the past ten years, there have been 108,600 people. At that time, more than 1,000 people in the Zen monastery went to the Elysian World, and they didn't have time to help the world to practice, and the monks did a lot of merit for them. ”

"Eighteen thousand? That's a lot. Bai Yi muttered, he looked at the bitter monk who walked in front of him without saying a word, "Monk, are you so sure that those people have gone to Bliss?"

"Buddha has a fate, since they met a monk, it is fate. If there is fate, how can you not go to the Elysian World?" The logic of the bitter monk is impeccable, at least in his opinion, since there is a destiny in the underworld, then the person he lives must be a person who is destined for the Elysium.

Looking at this obsessive monk, Bai Yi couldn't evaluate his actions. The world is not black and white, and those confused and chaotic hearts are the most terrible, fearful and abominable demons in the world.

Killing one person, saving one person, in this world where all living beings are suffering, who can say that it is a complete fallacy?

"But if you kill so many, will they really be able to get out of reincarnation?

The monk did not continue the habit of answering all questions, he just pointed to the top of the ridge, a lonely ruined temple suspended in the air. The monk bowed to the broken temple, and then turned to look at the white clothes, his persistent expression was like an uneven stone.

"It's here. ”

The dangling ruined temple was in front of him, and the white-clothed one seemed to see a touch of Buddha's light shining in it, holding up the small ruined temple that had nothing to rely on. Thousands of miles of scorched earth were shrouded in heavy resentment, although this resentment did not have much impact on Bai Yi, but he could also see that these resentments avoided the Buddha's light in the broken temple.

Is there a Buddha in the small temple?

Since there is a Buddha's light, I think there should also be a Buddha, at least there once was.

"The monk's heart is empty?" Bai Yi looked at the bitter monk who was uncomfortable, and suddenly became a little interested. He saw that the light of the Buddha was as gentle as the full moon, but the reflection on the body of the bitter monk was like the most piercing blade. Although the monk didn't spit out half of the word "pain", it must be uncomfortable to think of this kind of pain with ten thousand blades.

Thinking about it carefully, Bai Yi felt that he did not have the confidence to bear such pain, so what kind of story and persistence made this monk live here for so many years? Putting down the butcher's knife is a Buddha, and picking up a butcher's knife is also a Buddha, but resentment cannot be deceived after all.

The monk must have known it in his heart, but he just didn't say it. Buddhism wants people to be liberated, and he really helps people to be liberated, and Buddhism teaches people to let go, but in his heart he can't let go of 11,000 people.

He still remembered the number of brothers who were burned alive, and naturally he never forgot this monstrous hatred. Maybe the bitter monk killed people indiscriminately, not only because he wanted to help people get free, but also because he was worried that the bandits who were killed by him one by one would be reincarnated one day.

Sometimes, people are angry creatures, and they are the creatures that are best at deceiving themselves. Bai Yi thought so, but found that under the reflection of this Buddha's light, there was also a faint floating blood on his body.

"Monk, whose Buddha light is this?" Bai Yi ignored the deep or shallow scars on the bitter monk's body and asked lightly. Since the bitter monk himself didn't react at all, then why did he care, he didn't really come here to help the monk.

Opening his eyes slightly, ignoring the blood and tears that fell from the corners of his eyes, the monk folded his hands together: "It belongs to the monk's senior brother, the senior brother was not killed by that person after all, and finally died in that sea of fire, leaving this relic and this ruined temple." Over the years, so many people have come to look for monks, not only for revenge, but also because they have heard that monks have treasured robes and relics here. ”

Bai Yi glanced at his mouth, where did he not know the monk's thoughts, this monk is not a fool, the news of the robe and relics was obviously released by himself, in order to attract people to look for him.

"You monk is really dishonest, no wonder this Buddha light hurts you so much. Look, this bloody body, I'll just say how you were so sloppy when I first saw you. ”

The bitter monk didn't refute when he heard this, but just showed an extremely ugly smile on his scarred bitter face. It seems that only in this place will the monk not feel bitter and laugh.

"The donor is not also dishonest, he clearly remembers, and he lied to the monk that he had amnesia. ”

"Cut, thief bald donkey. It's really not a thief or a bald. Bai Yi took a sip and did not deny it. Since the monk brought him here, he naturally understood that his disguise was false. After all, under the light of the Buddha, the light of the Buddha reflects the heart, and the faint blood-colored brilliance around him is an undeniable fact.

This monk said it well, and he wanted to bring himself to his place to talk about it in detail, but in fact, it was just to verify whether he was telling the truth or falsehood. I really didn't expect that this monk seems to be brainless and obsessed with murder, but in fact, his mind is delicate and his scheming is very deep.

"Now that you know, what are you pulling me here for? Even if I can't beat you, but under the suppression of this Buddha's light, if I want to run, you can't catch up. Bai Yi moved his hands and feet, indicating that he had a treasure to protect himself, and he was not afraid of the suppression of the Buddha's light at all.

The bitter monk did not move directly as before, but sat down. As the monk began to recite the Heart Sutra, the black and gray fog around him was gradually forced back, and even the light of the Buddha could not penetrate the monk's red golden body, which was like pure gold. This gold body lacquer painting is mottled, but it reveals an evil red color, which reminds Bai Yi of the Shiva myth he has heard in the past, and the killer can also become a god and Buddha. The so-called liberation, whether it is destruction or redemption, is actually the same truth.

"The Buddha said that he was liberated, and the monk also wanted to be liberated, but the monk could not be liberated, and he hoped that the donor would help the monk. ”

The bitter monk finally realized what he meant, he actually never thought of telling others about those things, he was just tired, he just wanted to die, he just wanted a relief.

"Even if you want to be free, don't you want to let go?" Bai Yi sneered a little, but this obsession made him unable to laugh. This monk has his own microcosm, and he doesn't want to really let go of everything, but there are always some things that he can't let go, and he can't let go.

"But I still want to hear the story. Bai Yi sat down like a foolish child, and sat down like a monk, "Anyway, you don't want to kill me, even if I don't do it, what can you do." (To be continued.) )