The red mist settled in front of the window and instantly formed an old woman's face, her eyebrows and eyes could not be seen clearly, but her face was full of ravines and ravines, and she was extremely thin. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Lu Dian raised his head and just hit her in the face.

At this moment, Lu Dian was stunned. The old woman's face was expressionless.

Suddenly, that face spread out and turned into a red mist and rushed towards Lu Dian. Lu Dian rolled over, flipped the chair and retreated sharply, put his hand on the table, and twisted a freshly drawn nine-tailed demon fox. Just thinking about luck, I remembered that my qi sea was sealed, and I had no ability, so I wanted to run, but where could I pass the red mist quickly.

The billowing red mist hit, and Lu Dian was wrapped in it and fell to the ground before he had time to call for help.

In the red mist, Lu Dian only felt that the strength around his body was losing rapidly, and he couldn't raise a trace of strength at all. I lost my sight, smell, and even sensation completely, and I could only feel something swimming in my body, and from time to time I reached the place where I could reach the sea of qi.

Lu Dian couldn't feel the Wonderful Truth Blue Lotus Seed, but when he looked inside, he could see a red energy rapidly eroding the golden light left behind by Feng Zishan. Subsequently, Lu Dian even lost the perception of inward vision. The whole person was dragged into endless darkness. He could feel his consciousness moving rapidly, and his thoughts traveled thousands of miles, even thousands of years, between time and space.

Suddenly, there was a glimmer of light in the darkness, a muddy haystack beside a stream. A thin old woman was lying on her side on the ground, exuding the smell of dying. Lu Dian saw her. She also saw Lu Dian.

The old woman moaned weakly, Lu Dian knew that she was very sick, and with her old body, she couldn't last long. Lu Dian's consciousness fell beside her, she just glanced at Lu Dian and closed her eyes weakly. The darkness suddenly dissipated, revealing a barren swamp and an empty and dilapidated house.

There were people walking and talking in the ruined houses, but no one noticed the poor old woman, who was herself an old man abandoned by one of the ruined houses. She was unclothed, with only a sackcloth covering her body. There was no food around her, only a broken bowl with some muddy soup in it. It was mud soup, Lu Dian was sure that he was not mistaken, the old man seemed to be eating mud soup and the banana leaves on the side and waiting for death.

She was moaning, but faint, as if all the poverty and misery of the world had gathered in her. Lu Dian felt that she was very pitiful, but she couldn't help much.

There was a commotion between the broken houses, and Lu Dian looked up, and countless poor people were prostrating themselves on the ground and kowtowing in one direction. From that direction, an old monk dressed in a hundred Na walked slowly. The old monk had a sad face, holding a huge clay bowl in his hand, and he didn't even have shoes on his feet.

This is an ascetic! No, it should be a monk who practices the Toudha to be exact. Lü Dian once saw this kind of walking monk in Suzhou, which is the most arduous way of practicing Buddhism, but it is considered by many eminent monks to be the most pious.

It is extremely abnormal that the old monk did not accept the alms of the poor people who had traveled along the way. Generally speaking, a monk who walks on his feet does not refuse any alms, a spoonful of food and a drink, as long as it is a good believer, he will not refuse, and the Buddha did so, even if it was a lump of mud from the young Ashoka. For this is the kindness of the faithful, not the ordinary provision of food and clothing.

The old monk slowly walked through the broken tile house, and the poor believers did not chase after him, but just kowtowed to see the old monk leave.

The old monk slowly walked through the shrubs and grass, and Lu Dian realized that this monk was not ordinary. The swamp and mud dried up for him, and the bushes and grass gave way of their own accord, and he walked slowly towards the old woman with compassion in his eyes, like the legendary fairy Buddha.

The old woman opened her eyes, unable to get up because of the pain, and her toothless lips opened and closed with a breathless sound, but she could not hear what she was saying.

The old monk slowly squatted down and handed the clay bowl in his hand forward: "Good faith benefactor, please give some charity." ”

Lu Dian suddenly felt a huge suction force coming from the old woman's body, and he was just a bystander, and he suddenly disappeared into the old woman's body, and countless poor years and miserable life poured into Lu Dian's mind. In an instant, Lu Dian saw the old woman's life. It's too miserable, if there is a miserable life in this world, this old woman can be called unsurpassed. The boy lost his father, the adult lost his mother, grew up begging and begging, had no children and no daughters all his life, and was disliked everywhere, that is, when he was old, he was sick and sick, and he had no way to live but to pick up rotten fruits in this forest and swamp to satisfy his hunger. A few days ago, a flash flood washed away the forest, leaving her with only a muddy patch, and she was unable to move, so she lay in the grass and waited to die, feeding on the floating banana leaves and the rotting mud soup until now.

Lu Dian raised his eyes to look at the old monk. What can you give to you if you have nothing?

"Believe in the benefactor, please give some alms. ”

Lu Dian wanted to scold, but found that he really didn't have the strength to scold, so he could only murmur weakly: "Monk, I am so poor, I have no clothes and silk, no grain of food and rice, and nothing to give to you." After Lu Dian finished speaking, he closed his eyes weakly, let's end this life as soon as possible.

"Donor, please give alms. "The old monk is still the same.

Lu Dian was resentful, opened his eyes and said, "Old monk, can't you see that I have nothing, what can I give to you?"

The old monk shook his head and said, "No, the world is obsessed and refuses to give up, I came on foot today, just to get your charity." ”

Lu Dian really couldn't understand what this old monk wanted for him? He could only stand up and use his last strength to look at the old monk and say, "I have nothing for a long time, what do you want?"

The old monk stood up and looked into the distance with deep eyes: "The poor monk Mahakala is here for the donor. ”

Lu Dian felt a spirit in his heart, and the sarcophagus of the Ten Thousand Ghost Caves quickly flashed in front of his eyes. That's right, he is now being attacked by the red mist, it must be the Miao Di Qing Lotus Seed! Lu Dian quickly came back to his senses. The reason why Mahakala came to this old woman who had nothing and was suffering and poor must be that there must be something different about this woman.

Lu Dian searched his intestines and scraped his stomach and didn't know what to do. This must be a thing in Buddhism, Buddhism pays attention to giving up attachment, letting go of self-grasping, and all dharmas and appearances are empty. Mahakala is the Buddha's most valued disciple of the practice, in fact, he is older than the Buddha, he insisted on the head of the Buddha's line all his life, and he can share half of the Buddha's position with the Buddha, after the Buddha's death, he presided over the assembly of the Great Tibet, basically, the Buddha inherited everything from the Buddha.

The sad face of the old monk makes people feel the suffering of all beings. He said again in a deep voice, "Donor, please give some." ”

What is there to give? Lu Dian quickly recalled that the two paintings on the sarcophagus now showed Gaya, that is, the strange red mist must be related to Gaye. And now he has seen Gaya with his own eyes in the world of red mist, that is to say......

Wait, Lu Dian instantly seemed to understand something, and knelt down and said: "Shamen, I have nothing, I have nothing to give to you, only this pious heart." ”

Gaya stood up and suddenly shone with golden light. The door of the Buddha Kingdom was wide open, and he muttered: "The suffering of the world, the suffering of the Dharma." In the wonderful truth, the green lotus comes out of the mud without staining, and it has finally become my way after hundreds of thousands of eons. If you can let go, you will be happy and happy, and I will lead you into the Tao in the next life, as evidenced by this Qinglian. I am a Buddha with compassion. There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south!"

Lu Dian only felt that the heat was surging all over his body, and there was an extra green lotus seed in the sea of qi. It turned out that this wonderful green lotus seed turned out to be a token of the extradition of Mahakala and this poor woman in the next life. After Mahakala finished speaking, the golden light and treasure of the embodiment solemnly and slowly dispersed.

The poor woman Lu Dian got the letter of the afterlife, closed her eyes safely, and passed away slowly, peaceful and happy. In a trance, Lu Dian only felt that his soul was wandering, and he was about to disperse. Suddenly, a blood-colored lightning bolt in the sky brought a blast of thunder, which directly ignited the poor woman's body. The pain of burning made Lu Dian wake up quickly, and between the struggles and pains, he suddenly launched a slashing path.

The strange exercises seemed to trigger the Heavenly Tribulation, and Lu Dian only felt an awe-inspiring murderous aura coming from the inner void. The poor woman's body was already fragile, and this slash directly cut the burning corpse into pieces. Lu Dian only felt a chill in his heart. It turns out that slashing my Dao can kill myself! Fortunately, my last ascension was only to cut off the origin of Luo Demon Heavenly Dao Gong, if that slash was on me?

Lu Dian shook his head, and he didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Suddenly, a suction force dragged Lu Dian into the darkness.