Lighting the ancient temple, Zeng Yiqi sat directly until noon, and he didn't wake up. Xiaofeng wanted to wake him up, but was stopped by Sai Zhuge .

"Looking at his appearance, it doesn't seem to be a demon, let's take a look for the time being, isn't it that his Buddhist exercises have arrived in this Buddhist holy land, and he has a feeling. Let him go!"

After lunch, Sai Zhuge was chanting in the main hall, and the thin old monk struggled to get up, as if every move would exhaust all his strength.

"Master, where are you going?" Xiao Feng was favored by others and was concerned.

"Amitabha, I'm going to collect some firewood, stay in the temple overnight, the fire can't be extinguished. ”

"I'll help you!"

The old monk was really hard at work. The work of chopping wood is done by the breeze. Xiaofeng directly cut down the tree, and the firewood house next to the ancient temple of Burning Lamp was full at one time.

The old monk was in a good mood, leaning on the big tree and watching the scenery for an afternoon. He remembered all the things he had used to do, and the memories of hanging in the trees and watching the mountains after hunting were so wonderful.

In the evening, he also cooked porridge and shared it among everyone.

Zeng Yiqi is still not awake.

Xiao Feng was anxious, "What kind of Zen is he sitting on? It's getting late, I'm afraid that those wild things will come out again at night." ”

Sai Zhuge was also a little worried, so she took a turn around the statue forest in the backyard. The statue is not strange, it's just that the back door in the backyard is strange. There is no door at the back door, just a cave, the cave is pitch black and bottomless, and there is a word next to the cave entrance: The Gate of All Evil. Sai Zhuge lingered here for a long time before turning back.

It is normal for people to build cellars at home to store grain.

The sky gradually darkened, and Zeng Yiqi began to have a painful expression on his face.

"Did you go crazy?" asked Xiaofeng.

"Zeng Si?" said Sai Zhuge called him.

If you don't wake up, Xiaofeng can't wake up.

Sai Zhuge couldn't wake up even if he slapped him, and he didn't wake up when the wind shook him, the situation was serious!

"And this kind of thing? Are you sick?"

"Carry him to the front hall," Sai Zhuge didn't know the situation.

The old monk in the main hall had already lit a bonfire. Xiaofeng asked him to help take a look at Zeng Yiqi, and the old monk shook his head himself, indicating that he didn't know.

Next to the fire, Zeng Yiqi seemed to be having a nightmare, but he couldn't wake up. That's a bit of a rush!

It was dark, Xiao Feng noticed the movement around him, and the hall was filled with blood.

"Where did this bloody gas come from?" asked Sai Zhuge .

"That beast had this smell on it last night," replied Xiao Feng, his knife drawn, and he seemed frightened last night.

"Amitabha, don't panic, stay by this fire and be fine. These beasts are not close to fire!" said the old monk.

"No wonder Tianming Town wants to prop up such a big oil pot, is that to guard against these beasts?" Xiao Feng asked.

The old monk nodded.

"You are a fake monk, why do you want to guard this temple?" Sai Zhuge asked the old monk.

"Amitabha, how does the female benefactor know that I am a fake monk?" Not only is the old monk strange, but Xiaofeng is also strange.

"If there is no Buddha in the temple, forget it, and if you don't have a Buddha in your heart, how can you be considered a monk?"

"What does it mean that there is no Buddha in the heart?"

"Don't worship the Buddha on weekdays, the only Bodhisattva in the hall, you don't know or incense, and call him a dead thing of wood to burn the lamp, and he was busy chopping wood in the afternoon, and the lotus magic method was also misrecited. What kind of behavior can show that you are a monk?"

"Amitabha, what the girl said," this thin old monk didn't blame Sai Zhuge for demolishing him, but tears flowed down!" ”

"Sir has a story, why don't you tell us your story?" Sai Zhuge said this sentence to the old monk's heart, and now there are still people willing to listen to him tell the story, and the old monk is really moved.

There is a story that he has been buried for nearly twenty years, and now someone finally asks him how not to be moved. So, the old monk said slowly.

Twenty years ago in Tianming Town, it was a carefree paradise. Men hunt, women have a home, and they are happy.

The arrival of the Immortal Army changed this status quo. The men in the town were arrested to work, the women were arrested for sexual pleasure, and Tianming Town changed overnight.

The ancient temple of Burning Lamp was originally the largest temple within a radius of 100 miles in Lingnan, and its bronze Buddha body attracted countless Buddhist disciples to come to pay respects. But it was also tragically poisoned, and all that could be dismantled was dismantled, and the Buddha's body was turned into a weapon. What's even worse is that the immortal army will imprison all the plundered women in the back cave, and they will fornicate at any time.

"Pity my lady, she is imprisoned in this back cave, but I can't do anything but take my children to work for them, and bring food to my lady every day! This is a group of brutes!" the old monk said of the emotional part, howling and crying, "Dozens of women, to face their thousands of soldiers to play and abuse, beasts, poor my lady! She is still pregnant in the middle of the third month......"

Everyone couldn't help but be moved.

After crying for a long time, the old monk's mood slowly stabilized, and he continued, "These beasts press us to work every day, build roads, and build Tianming Town. They had eaten everything they could here, and when there was really nothing to eat, they began to leave. However, the officers and soldiers who stayed behind had no mercy, they killed all the men in our original Tianming Town, but the women were still imprisoned here for their fornication! Tianming Town, there is no sky, there are no people, this town is already full of beasts!"

The old monk cried again.

"Later, how did the old man survive?"

When Xiaofeng asked about this, the old monk took the wooden hammer that knocked the wooden fish and hit himself on the head vigorously. I can't help but think of the deep pit with the bowl on his head, but I am afraid that he made it himself with a wooden hammer.

"I'm not human, I'm not human, I watch my woman being fornicated, but I still have to laugh next to me. I also had to bring them water and food. I was so honest and obedient that they spared my life and let me work here. I'm not human! What am I living for, tell me, what am I living this for?"

"Bang bang bang," the wooden hammer hit harder!

Sai Zhuge was moved, and she comforted him, "Don't fight, you're just trying to keep your lady alive, you don't have to blame yourself so much." You've also fed all the women who were imprisoned by the brutes. I take back what I just said, although you don't have a Buddha in your heart, you are a Buddha. You are the Great Mercy who gave yourself to Hell. You're not wrong, it's the brutes who are wrong!"

The old monk looked at Sai Zhuge and he didn't believe that there were still people in this world who could listen to him tell stories and understand him so well. Could it be that this woman has descended from Guanyin? After reciting the Buddha for decades, has the Buddha finally heard it?

The old monk's wish has been fulfilled, and he has passed away.

But everyone is still moving.

There are all kinds of evils in the world, and I suffer them alone, and I bear all the difficulties in the world.

Such compassion is naturally a Buddha.