A long time ago, there was no such name as Weishu in the rivers and lakes, and when it comes to this name, people who don't know it must think that it is a monk with a kind eyebrow and a good purpose. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info But many people in the rivers and lakes know that Weishu monk has never been a good person, even if he was born in Sumeru Pavilion, what he must do every day is to meditate and chant scriptures.

Monks don't eat meat, so they don't eat meat.

Monks are not close to women, so they are not close to women.

Monks don't drink alcohol, but they are addicted to alcohol.

The monk's five aggregates are empty, but the six roots are impure.

This is not a fictional statement made up by people in the rivers and lakes to smear a high monk, but it is said for himself, and as for the reason for the six impurities in his mouth, no one knows.

On the ancient road of the sunset, the old man whose shadow is pulled by the sun, in the wind and dust, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old monk returns to Sumeru Pavilion along the road with a bowl.

In the bowl was a steamed bun and a meat bun, and the little monk looked at the meat bun while walking, but he didn't notice that there were a few more big men with meaty faces on the road in front of him.

The little monk kept walking, his heart was unhindered, and naturally he didn't care about the people in front of him.

But this doesn't mean that these people don't pay attention to the little monk, the first one to see the little monk's monk's clothes is simple, and there must not be much silver taels on his body, and he suddenly spat in the direction where the little monk came from, and then secretly said bad luck.

"Big brother, it's a little monk who came over, should we do it?" asked a slightly thin man behind the big man with a gleam in his eyes.

"It's just a monk, what oil and water. "The one who is at the head cares about the word.

The thin man chuckled lightly when he heard this, laughed a little slyly, and then pointed in the direction where the little monk was coming and said, "Big brother, look at the bowl in the little monk's hand." ”

"What's so nice about the bowl? This little monk looks like he has come down the mountain to turn into a fate, and at most he has a steamed bun in it. The leader said disdainfully.

"Big brother, I mean look at the material of the bowl in the little monk's hand, big brother, look carefully, is there a light purple?" the thin man said a little anxiously.

"Purple? Could it be a purple gold bowl? How can this little monk afford to use a purple gold bowl, don't talk nonsense. ”

"Really, big brother, look, it's really purple gold!"

Only then did the leader raise his head again, and looked impatiently at the bowl in the little monk's hand, and suddenly his eyes glared at the boss: "It's really a purple gold bowl!"

"Boss, do you want to move?" the thin man did not hide the desire in his eyes, as if the purple gold bowl had become something in his pocket.

"! This thing will sell for a good price, brothers, copy guys!"

With the voice of the man in charge, several big men around raised the big knife in their hands at the same time and rushed up, surround the little monk.

The little monk's face was as usual, and he didn't panic at all because of such a change, and asked slowly: "The little monk hurried back to the temple, can you make it convenient for the donors?" ”

Everyone laughed, and for the first time they saw the little monk who could still talk like this in the face of robbery, one of them immediately said: "Little monk, the masters are not donors, and now you are the donors of the masters." Obediently hand over the bowl in your hand, and the masters will naturally let you go. ”

The little monk frowned, looked down at the bowl in his hand, and the steamed buns in the bowl, and said as if he hadn't heard it: "The bowl is used to hold steamed buns." ”

"Loading steamed buns?" The big man who had just spoken was suddenly amused by the little monk's words, and immediately said: "Little monk, don't pretend to be crazy and stupid with the uncle, whether you pretend to be steamed buns or not, now, if you want to live, hand over the bowl in your hand, don't wait for the masters to do it themselves." After speaking, his right hand fell into the bowl without hesitation, and the steamed bun and bun were immediately crumpled by him, and then thrown out.

"Okay, now that your steamed buns are gone, isn't it time to hand over the bowl?"

The little monk sighed, a little reluctant to look at the steamed buns that were thrown to the ground, which were already covered with dust.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

The little monk folded his hands together, bowed deeply to the steamed bun, and then sighed: "My Buddha is merciful, although it is not the intention of the little monk to destroy the heavens in such a violent way, but it is also because of the little monk, it is really a sin." Then he turned to the group of big men and said, "Donors, the sea of suffering is boundless, and you are looking back to the shore." ”

"Hahaha, little monk, are you stupid in chanting scriptures, people like us, you tell me where to turn back. ”

The man's tone was unscrupulous, but the little monk was unmoved, but followed the man's words and continued: "The shore is in the sky, the shore is in front of you, and the shore is in your heart. If there is a cliff in the heart, there is a shore everywhere, and if the heart is endless, there is a sea of bitterness everywhere. Donor, the desire is insatiable, like a boundless sea of suffering......"

The little monk's words were interrupted before he could finish speaking, not because he didn't want to say it, but because a knife had already arrived in front of him. There was a trace of blood coming from the cold blade, which showed that this knife had seen blood, so the owner of this knife would definitely not care about a human life, even if it was a monk. ”

The little monk immediately dodged the knife backwards, and then saw that the person who shot it was actually a thin man who had been hiding behind everyone. The little monk sighed and said, "The little monk swore to purify the common people before he entered the master's door, but now he has not been saved, but this life cannot be given to you for the time being." If you donors want the life of the little monk, you might as well wait a few years, and when the little monk has fulfilled the wish of all sentient beings, how about thinking about the donors giving their lives?"

"Hmph, I can't see that your little monk still knows some martial arts, but it's a pity that Uncle Ben doesn't have the spare time to rub his tongue with you and hand over the bowl with a familiar acquaintance, otherwise grandpa will definitely have one more monk's soul under the ghost-headed knife. ”

The little monk didn't speak, but just gently stretched out his palm.

This palm is known to the entire rivers and lakes, and it is the martial arts great mercy palm at the entrance of Sumeru Pavilion.

The little monk smiled, shuttled through the crowd with his body, and his right hand was in his right hand, which corresponded to the word compassion in this set of palms. But martial arts are martial arts, even if it is for self-protection, it cannot be denied that it is used to hurt people, not to mention that the little monk is not for self-protection.

A moment later, there were a few more corpses on the ground, and everyone still had the most frightened expression on their faces after they died. The little monk folded his hands and said the Buddha's name, looked at the corpses all over the ground, the corners of his mouth showed a little smile, and then turned around and left with a bowl.

Zheng Sanniang's story stopped at this point, and then looked at Yue Izumo to see his expression, but I saw Yue Izumo nodding with interest, as if he was extremely recognized.

Such an action naturally aroused Zheng Sanniang's curiosity, and she couldn't help asking, "Why did Mr. Yue nod?"

Yue Chuyun smiled when he heard this, but he didn't answer, just laughed softly: "The little monk in Sanniang's mouth should be a special one." Although he kills people without blinking, he is obviously a good monk with compassion. ”

"Compassion?" Zheng Sanniang couldn't help but ask.

Yueyuyun nodded solemnly: "Well, it is indeed compassion." ”

Zheng Sanniang couldn't guess the idea of Yue Izumo, and just as Green Sleeves walked in again, she stopped the topic. Looking at the anxious look on the green sleeves again, it was obvious that there was something to say.