In the west, there is a mountain, which is not under the control of heaven and is not under the jurisdiction of the earth, but has its own boundary, called "Lingshan".

There is a Buddha in Lingshan.

Buddhist disciples only have their "Dharma" in their hearts, and "Dharma" is their "Great Way." ”

They have no feelings, the four are empty, the six roots are pure, and they don't waver in anything. Single-mindedly practicing the Dharma and seeking transcendence.

They have been practicing, they have been born to practice, they have died in practice, they have never participated in any strife, and they have rarely appeared in front of the world.

Just like another name for Buddhism: "empty gates"! Empty, they are as if they do not exist.

......

The monkey finally understands that something is wrong.

The monk in front of him, that is, the woodcutter just now, has not changed his tone of voice and the expression on his face since he appeared.

It's like a puppet, its facial features are all painted, dull and numb, without the slightest emotion.

Seeing that the monkey raised his stick and was about to smash it down at any time, the middle-aged monk said, "The poor monk is not here to fight with you. ”

Except for the crazy monk of Jin Cicada, the Buddhist disciples known by the monkey are all cultivation monsters who have no heart and no feelings, they will not take the initiative to stir up trouble, but they are never afraid of things.

And once they take the initiative to stir up trouble, it must have something to do with their practice.

In the more than 100 years of monkey practice, except for a one-sided relationship with the golden cicada and Guan Shiyin, he has almost never had any contact with Buddhism.

He didn't know how he was targeted by the people in Buddhism, and it was in this "past" time and space, when he was losing his strength again.

The monkey tensed all over, staring at the middle-aged monk with fear, and the golden hoop stick was raised high, but he didn't dare to wave it down.

Gradually, a fine layer of sweat oozed from his forehead.

Yan Xiaowu felt the monkey's nervousness and realized that they were in danger, so she obediently hid behind the monkey to keep him from being distracted.

It's just that.

"The poor monk is not here for you, the poor monk is here for her. ”

The middle-aged monk pointed to the smoke dance behind the monkey.

"Me?"

Yan Xiaowu's weak body trembled, and she grabbed the hem of the monkey's clothes in horror.

She felt the person in front of her, cold, lifeless, like a monster.

"Dumb, let's go, ignore him. ”

The monkey bared its teeth fiercely at the middle-aged monk as he cautiously stepped back.

"Female donor, the poor monk is here to pick you up, and go to the spiritual mountain with the poor monk to practice. The middle-aged monk didn't seem to see the two of them being jealous of him, and still said.

"No, I'm not going. Yan Xiaowu instinctively refused.

"You'll go. ”

The middle-aged monk was unmoved: "Lingshan is a place of worry-free, a place of bliss, where there is no trouble, no pain. ”

"I don't go, I don't have pain in the first place. Yan Xiaowu frowned.

After retreating five or six zhang away, he saw that the monk was standing in place and did not move, and the monkey couldn't even take care of the medicine basket, so he picked up the cigarette and ran wildly.

"The world is ignorant, full of seven emotions, possessed by six desires, struggling with the sea of suffering, and finally saying that it is muddy, but it is impossible to tell what they are asking for. ”

"For example, the refugees on the ancient road were wounded by hunger, but they did not know that even if the hunger was relieved, the disease in his body would not allow him to live for a moment. ”

"Like a woodcutter incarnated by a poor monk, he is neighbors with immortals, and he does not practice for the sake of filial piety, thinking that he insists on everything. But I don't know that if you cultivate the Fa, you can also keep your mother free from illness and disaster. ”

"Another example of a female benefactor......

No matter how fast or far the monkey ran, the monk's voice sounded in his ears, never going away.

"Ah~ah......"

The monkey stared, blood crawling all over his eyes, and he screamed to drown out the monk's voice.

However, it had no effect other than startling the birds and beasts in the deep forest.

"Another example is the benefactor, you are smarter than them, you know what you need, but you ......"

"Don't talk about it......"

Yan Xiaowu suddenly covered her ears excitedly, and pleaded with a pleading face.

"You don't really care if your eyes can be cured, and you don't care if you can live forever with the immortals......"

"You're lying, it's not like that. ”

Yan Xiaowu buried her head in the monkey's back and choked lowly.

The dampness on the back made the monkey's eyes gradually emerge with a layer of cold anger.

"You know, he will eventually leave you, and you are reluctant to let him go, but your kindness makes you choose to let him go. ”

"No......"

"You even wish your eyes were never healed, so that he would always be with you. ”

"It's not like that......"

Yan Xiaowu twitched, powerless to deny.

"You're in pain......"

"Ah~ah!(Shut up!)"

The monkey in the wild suddenly stopped, turned around suddenly, and put down the smoke dance.

Look ahead.

His pupils shrank suddenly, and he had been running wildly for so long, thinking that he would have at least three or five miles to go. When he turned around, he found that he was still standing still, not moving a single step at all.

The middle-aged monk stood three feet away in front of him, like a wooden sculpture, looking at them coldly.

The monkey lifted the golden hoop stick, and the anger all over his body was like a sharp spear, and the monkey jumped up and stabbed at the middle-aged monk.

"Boom!"

Sparks fly.

The middle-aged monk was really like a wooden stake, motionless, allowing the golden hoop stick to fall on top of his head.

The Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick, which awakened the power of "mountains and seas", is comparable to the innate spiritual treasure, even if the monkey has no cultivation, but with the golden hoop stick, the monkey can not even be afraid of the Golden Immortal.

At this time, the golden hoop rod was like hitting an iron lump, a string of sparks, and the middle-aged monk did not change his position, and he didn't even blink his eyes.

A strong shock came, and the golden rod and the monkey flew upside down in no particular order.

Ignoring the blood on his hands, the monkey picked up the golden hoop stick, and rushed forward with a sweep.

The golden hoop rod swept the middle-aged monk's left rib impartially.

However, the middle-aged monk remained immovable, and the monkey was once again shaken away.

The monkey spat out a mouthful of blood, screamed and pounced again.

Once, twice, three times......

The monkey was blown away again and again, but stubbornly refused to give up.

"Dumb ......"

Wet tears soaked the white gauze on Yan Xiaowu's eyes, and every time she heard the sound of a monkey falling to the ground, her heart felt like someone had been stabbed and her heart hurt.

I can't remember how many times I fell, and when the monkey tried to get up again, he suddenly spat out a few mouthfuls of blood with a "wow".

I struggled a few times, but I couldn't get up.

"Now, would you like to go with the poor monk?"

The middle-aged monk asked Yan Xiaowu, and in his eyes, it seemed that there was no monkey at all.

"You say, Lingshan has no troubles, no pain, right?"

Yan Xiaowu asked with tears on her face.

"Yes. ”

The middle-aged monk replied: "After entering the Buddha Gate, you will remember him, but you will no longer suffer for him." ”

"Okay, I'll go with you. ”

(PS: This chapter has re-set the Buddhism, mainly three points, first, the modification of the Buddhism was not compassionate.) 2. Buddhism does not deal with the world. 3. Buddhism is a group of paranoid practitioners. There are some things that don't match the previous article, and I'll take the time to revise them. There is no need for everyone to re-turn the front page, it will not affect the reading. To declare, this setting is not to discredit Buddhism, everyone will know it slowly and carefully. Originally, it was intended to be posted in the writer's words, but considering the larger pirated readership, it should be posted at the end of the chapter. After all, many genuine readers are transferred by piracy. I hope that genuine readers will be more tolerant, and I hope that pirated readers can feel the sincerity of Brother Zao. ）