Sacrifice to the race country.

Imperial.

In the middle of the city, a small Buddhist temple.

"Sister, sister, it's time to eat. ”

A bald monk with clear eyebrows rushed into the backyard of the small temple with a bowl of hot food in his hand.

The rice is porridge, and the dish is a large slice of meat.

The quiet backyard is covered with purple bamboo.

A barefoot woman in white seems to have stepped out of the painting, immaculate, half-suspended on the ground, practicing with her eyes closed.

She glanced at the food in the young monk's hand, and immediately became furious, and a strong wind struck the bowl.

"Jin Cicada, I'm not angry when you become angry. ”

The golden cicada was quick and shoved the bowl into his arms. The wind fell on the back of his hand, and a cut was made in the monk's robe.

He was so painful that he inhaled the cold air, but he still smiled and said: "You can see this, Sister Guanyin is really smart." ”

"You ......"

Guanyin immediately changed from ignorant of fireworks in the world to a female tyrannosaurus with horizontal eyebrows, she rushed up and lifted the ears of the golden cicada: "No matter how angry you are, it's useless for me, don't bother with scheming." ”

"Sister, sister, my temple is small, and I can't accommodate you, a female Bodhisattva. You have been here for a hundred years of delayed youth, brother, I am guilty. ”

Jin Cicada said with a sad face.

"I'm going to be staring at you right here. If you feel ashamed, give up this bullshit 'karma path' of yours and follow me back to Lingshan. ”

Guanyin Road.

"Then you'd better stay here. ”

Jin Chanzi's body twisted, and he slipped out of Guanyin's hand to break free: "I finally met a pilgrim who understood me and donated meat, but don't be wasted by you." ”

As he spoke, he took the piece of meat into his mouth and ate it with relish.

"You...... You wine and meat monk, Buddhist scum. Guanyin was so angry that she trembled: "What do you think you have cultivated in the past hundred years?"

"How do you know what I haven't done?" said the golden cicada, with a greasy mouth.

"What have you cultivated? In the past 100 years, your cultivation has increased by half a point?" Guanyin hates that iron does not become steel.

"In my opinion, cultivation is not the same as cultivation. ”

Jin Chanzi said with a serious face: "I have cultivated a lot, can't you see it?"

The golden cicada stayed in the sacrificial country for a hundred years, and Guanyin also accompanied him here for a hundred years.

Everything about the golden cicada, he sees it in his eyes.

He spent ten years leading by example, doing great good, doing small good, doing what he thought was good. and teach others to do good. From the crazy monk in the eyes of people at the beginning, all kinds of doubts, after many difficulties, finally got recognized.

He spent another fifty years, three generations in the mortal world, tirelessly, persuading people to be good, and finally taught the people of a city to be good.

In the remaining twenty years, he continued to spread his ideas to more than a dozen cities and thousands of villages and towns in the country.

In the last twenty years, the sacrifice of the country from the monarch to the pawn, the whole country is good. The court is honest and honest, and we are all working together. The folk customs are simple, the road is not forgotten, and the night is not closed.

"What kind of cultivation are you? Drinking wine and eating to lead people to goodness is your practice? Do you still think you are a disciple of Buddhism? Don't you know that a disciple of Buddhism wants to have six pure roots, four major emptiness, no red dust, and no cause and effect?"

Guanyin was angry and asked sharply.

"Sister, it's easy to get old when you're angry. It is better for a woman to be gentle. Jin Chanzi said seriously: "Buddhist disciples must not be angry, angry, or speak." But sister, you look like a tigress now. ”

"It's all angry with you. ”

Guanyin angrily kicked the golden cicada in the stomach.

"Buddhist disciples, abstain from anger and anger!"

The golden cicada clutched her stomach in pain and shouted to stop.

"Shizun asked you when you will return to Lingshan?"

Guanyin retracted his anger.

"If you don't preach, you won't go back to Lingshan. ”

Jin Cicada said.

"You are the most outstanding disciple of the World-Honored One, and if the World-Honored One is canonized in the future, you are the only candidate to inherit his position. Why are you so stubborn? He dismissed you back then, for your own good, and because he was afraid that you would go astray. ”

Guanyin said bitterly.

"He has refuted my way, do you think it is possible for me to inherit his fruition? ”

Jin Chanzi said: "Sister, you have to have confidence in me. I can do it. ”

"I've been waiting for you for a hundred years, are you preaching? Don't you be obsessed with it anymore, okay?" Guanyin glared at the golden cicada who was "not doing his job".

"Sister, why are you talking and talking back? ”

Jin Chanzi looked distressed, and said pitifully: "Let's change the topic." ”

"What is more important than spiritual practice. ”

Guanyin was so angry that his teeth itched.

"Having said it, this is what I am cultivating. ”

Jin Cicada argued weakly.

"Ah Jin, General Mu is here for you. ”

At this time, a fat monk with a body as strong as an iron tower and a simple face entered the backyard.

"No, no. ”

Jin Cicada's face changed, and she shook her head like a rattle.