However, the bridgehead was bustling with souls waiting to cross the river, all lined up, waiting for the bowl of Meng Po soup. There are also confused souls, who go straight to the Nai He Bridge, but they can't help but be tempted to look back, the pain is so painful that they have spasms, they want to go back, they want to go back, and finally sink into the Lechuan River, in the dirty waves, bitten by copper snakes and iron dogs, and they are tortured and cannot be freed, or they sink to the bottom forever, without a trace of ripples.

There was only one voice left.

The golden cicada and the white bone walked side by side to the bridge, and the white monk's robe and snow-colored long skirt in January were like a pair of beautiful people.

Bai Gu quickly stepped forward to help Meng Po scoop the soup, and Jin Chanzi walked up to him and asked, "What will happen if I go to Jizo King City?"

The two of Jin Chanzi and Black Ear went to the Ten Thousand Bones Cave, which was extremely dull and did not see any turmoil.

Meng Po said: "I will die." ”

Jin Chanzi thought for a while, didn't ask again, he believed Meng Po's words, stood on one side, looked at the numb souls, drank the dark soup, and walked to the afterlife that didn't know the good luck.

Jin Chanzi looked at each soul with interest, whether in the previous life, whether it was a merchant, or an emperor, or a beggar, or a monk...... At this moment, they are all waiting for the long bridge, waiting for a bowl of Meng Po soup to forget this life.

In this life, even if you win to the end, you will only forget about it.

In this life, begging on the ground, even if he is humble to the end, he is just a bowl of forgetting.

In this life, he is proud of the sky and fights on the battlefield, even if the blood is in the end, it is just a bowl of forgetting.

......

This moment may be the fairest time in this life.

Some people are unwilling, some people are unwilling, some people are reluctant, and some people expect......

Some people don't want to forget, don't want to drink this bowl of Meng Po soup, cross Meng Po and walk on the Nai He Bridge, and finally fall into the Lethe River, a few ups and downs, and disappear without a trace.

Some people don't want to drink this bowl of Meng Po soup, don't want to cross this Nai He bridge, and wander in the netherworld until ...... Devoured by other souls, torn by wandering demons. The soul of the underworld has nothing to eat, only the soul to eat.

Perhaps, this bowl of Meng Po soup is salvation, do not forget the past, how to start the future? The past is like a quagmire, the more you struggle in it, the faster you sink.

If, without Meng Po soup, where would these souls go?

The golden cicada walked to the Lechuan River, in the Manzhu Sawa bush, remembering a woman named Manzhu Sawa Bloom, she looked at the Nai He Bridge here for thousands of years, but did she ever see the place of the soul?

"Monk, who are you waiting for?" an old voice interrupted Jin Chanzi's thoughts.

Jin Chanzi looked at the person who spoke, a white-haired old woman, her face was full of traces of time, her eyes were full of ruts of time, and said, "Naturally, I am waiting for you." ”

When the old woman heard this, her face was heavy, and she said, "You know that I will come." "The clarity and transparency of the golden cicada is just an illusion, and its heart is so complicated.

Jin Chanzi said: "Five hundred years ago, I knew that it must be you. The golden cicada looked to the west, his eyes were frighteningly calm, and said, "Perhaps, only you can come." ”

The old woman felt a chill in her heart and said, "When is the bureau of the cloth?" Then he laughed at himself, "Naturally, when your memory awakens, let the Buddhas eat your flesh, the Arhats gnaw your bones, and the emperor drinks your soup, you watch the Buddhas eat away at your flesh little by little, and watch the poison in your flesh penetrate into the Buddhas' bodies little by little, even if the Buddhas claim that King Kong is not bad, for five hundred years, they have been poisoned by your flesh little by little." ”

Jin Chanzi said: "The poisonous words, the little monk is ashamed and dare not bear it, if you can abide by the rules of Buddhism, the six roots are pure, and you don't eat meat, it will naturally be fine." ”

When the old woman heard this, she had nothing to say, and finally asked, "There is so much poison in your flesh, how can you be safe?"

The golden cicada said: "The pufferfish (many children's shoes mistake the puffer fish for this) is delicious and highly poisonous;

The old woman said: "My Buddha has great wisdom, how could I never have thought that the poison of your flesh is hidden deep and cannot be seen." ”

The golden cicada said: "What if you see through it? All living beings know that the pufferfish is poisonous, but they still flock to it, what can be the wisp of regret before death? If you don't hate at the beginning, why bother at the beginning? If the Buddhas are not greedy, how can there be such a catastrophe?"

The old woman muttered to herself, "If the Buddhas are not greedy for ......" The belief that the Buddhas have a longer life than mortals and have more power than mortals, but this is still not satisfied, they vainly try to stand taller, get more, and be in harmony with the heavens.

The old woman pondered for a while and said, "You are waiting for me here, there must be a way to detoxify?"

Jin Chanzi was noncommittal, looked at the old woman with a smile, and said, "How is Lingshan now?"

The old woman sighed and said softly: "The strength of the Buddhas is not as good as the past eleven, the group of Bodhisattvas is powerless in chanting, half of the Arhats' lives are gone, the group of Vajra is unconscious, and the Venerable and the like are even more unbearable. "Today's Lingshan, if there is an enemy attack, it will inevitably be shattered like a landslide, and it will collapse in an instant, so the old woman does not dare to repeat it, and hits the point.

Jin Chanzi said: "What is the use of you coming to me? You just told you, you see the souls dissipating in front of you, I see the gods and Buddhas annihilating the world, the Buddhists talk about cause and effect, one report and one report, isn't it just fulfilled at this time? You should be happy, is it possible that all the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas do not understand cause and effect. ”

The old woman in front of her is the illusion of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Guanyin Bodhisattva looked at the white bones of the soup and said, "Buddhism is worthy of you, so you will not let Buddhism pay the price of destruction." ”

Jin Chanzi said: "The Buddha Gate has not been destroyed. ”

Guanyin Bodhisattva's eyes were full of grief, and he said: "My Buddha came to see the spiritual mountain full of broken walls, and saw the Buddhas being driven out of the Three Realms...... Speaking of this, he paused, looked at the sentient beings who walked on the Nai He Bridge, and said: "I saw the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas disappearing. ”

Jin Chanzi said: "The cause and effect have been concluded, the destiny of heaven has been decided, you Buddha is still powerless, what is the ability of the little monk?"

Guanyin Bodhisattva said: "You watched your body being eaten five hundred years ago, and you watched the gods and Buddhas disappear five hundred years later?

Jin Chanzi said: "What I am destroying is a group of hypocritical Buddhas who break the rules, eat flesh and kill living beings, treat all living beings as dolls, and regard human life as a mustard, if the gods and Buddhas kill the cannibalistic monsters is meritorious, then why is the god and Buddha who kill cannibals not make merit? The gods and Buddhas do not care about all sentient beings, what is the use of this god and Buddha? Destroy it, kill it, thousands of years later, a piece of paper will seal the gods, where are not immortals? Who is not a god?" The golden cicada looked at Guanyin Bodhisattva with a blue face and said: " On what basis must the gods and Buddhas be on high above? Why should sentient beings only accept the mercy of the gods and Buddhas? Why should the gods and Buddhas have the final say whether they are demons or immortals? Why?

Guanyin Bodhisattva's words to the golden cicada were frightened and retreated.

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