Chapter 8: Three Years of a Dream (3)
Luo Tianchu continued to continue the train of thought just now, but after thinking for an hour, he didn't see Xiao Huang come back, and he felt very uncomfortable without Xiao Huang by his side, so he stopped thinking, got up and walked into the woods to look for Xiao Huang. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć info He shouted as he walked, and after walking a mile, he saw Xiao Huang running towards him, biting his trouser leg and taking it in the opposite direction, he knew what Xiao Huang had found, so he followed behind to see what was going on. Xiao Huang was much more flexible in the forest than Luo Tianchu, and from time to time he stopped to wait for him, and ran out again, Xiao Huang led him into a weed, the grass was covered with a mound of earth, and there was a strong fishy smell nearby. Luo Tianchu had already guessed what this place was, and sure enough, he found a soil hole in the leeward of the mound, which was a wolf's den. Xiao Huang excitedly "Wang" screamed, and suddenly rushed into the soil hole, Luo Tianchu was taken aback, and hurriedly called it out, and after a while, Xiao Huang came out with a little wolf cub in his mouth, the little wolf cub was only the size of a palm, just a few days after birth, smaller than Xiao Huang at that time, but he was covered with scaly wounds, and he had been bitten to death by Xiao Huang.
Luo Tianchu's heart sank, lying outside the soil cave and looking inside, he saw that there were four little wolves inside, none of them survived, they were all bitten to death, and a wave of anger rose in his heart, and he turned his head and glared at Xiao Huang. Xiao Huang quickly wagged his tail and stuck out his tongue, waiting for the master's praise, but when he saw his angry gaze, he shrank his neck in fright and curled up at his feet, not knowing what he had done wrong.
A fishy wind suddenly blew in the forest, and a huge gray-haired wolf walked out of the forest gloomily, went straight to the dead little wolf, lowered his head and sniffed on the corpse, let out a sad wolf howl, and ran into the hole again, and came out after a while, with his mouth open, revealing his sharp fangs, his ruthless eyes were full of murderous aura, and he stared at Xiao Huang for a moment, it already knew who the murderer was, but he was afraid of Luo Tianchu and did not dare to pounce directly. Xiao Huang was so frightened that he trembled, and kept biting Luo Tianchu's trouser leg, hoping that the owner could drive away the big bad wolf. Luo Tianchu reproduced the contradiction of two years ago, Xiao Huang is his friend who depends on each other, and his previous self will definitely help Xiao Huang without hesitation, but he understands that Xiao Huang bites the wolf cub not to satisfy his stomach, but to avenge the big yellow dog, it hates the wolf more than the hunter, so he takes the wolf cub out of anger, which is unacceptable to Luo Tianchu. Revenge is one of the root causes of evil in the world, killing and killing will never stop, but even if you want to kill, you can't hurt its innocence, and the five wolf cubs have not hurt the big yellow dog, but they were killed by venting their anger, what is the difference between this and doing evil. It is natural for the big bad wolf to avenge his son, and no one has the right to stop it. Luo Tianchu sighed, looked at Xiao Huang sadly, and said: "You have to bear the evil consequences you planted, no one can replace you, and I can't help you." Xiao Huang screamed anxiously, biting his trouser leg and jumping around frantically, looking pitiful and helpless. A tear overflowed in Luo Tianchu's eyes, and he sighed: "Run, run." Xiao Huang finally let go of his trouser leg in despair, glanced at his master with watery eyes, and suddenly ran towards the forest. The big bad wolf gave hot chase and disappeared in a short time.
Luo Tianchu walked back from the same way sadly, tears kept rolling in his eyes, knowing that Xiao Huang was more than lucky, and the chance of escaping was less than one percent, although he did it right, he still had a strong sense of guilt. The reason why he left was because he couldn't bear to see the gray wolf come back with Xiao Huang's corpse in his mouth. He sat by the waterfall under the stars all night, and finally decided to go out and have a look. Through Xiao Huang, he reminded him of his friends, people are not ruthless, even if they are six pure monks, they also have human feelings, as long as they look at everyone's recent situation, he will rest assured, as for the hegemony of the world, he has long lost interest.
Thinking of this, he got up and returned to the wooden house, Hui Shan had not entered the water and rice for a long time, the shape was like a withered tree, the skin was wrapped in bones, sitting cross-legged on the edge of the bed, looking at Luo Tianchu's eyes were still as bright as a lamp, and said with a smile: "The donor has not come back for three months, but this time he came back for the appointment of going out of the mountain a month later?" Luo Tianchu respectfully bowed in front of him and said: " If it weren't for the master's guidance, the younger generation would not live today, and the younger generation wanted to go out of the mountain not because they missed the world of flowers, but because they wanted to see the recent situation of their friends, even if they didn't meet, they would be satisfied with it from a distance. At that time, I will go back to the mountain to cultivate, and I will never break my promise. Huishan smiled and said: "The donor saved himself, not the work of the poor monks." Regardless of whether you are born or enter the WTO, as long as the donor has a clear mind, the world is also a mountain forest. Luo Tianchu said: "Thank you for the master's teachings." Hui Shan said: "The donor's internal anger has dissipated, and he can leave at any time, but I don't know if the donor has broken through life and death?" Luo Tianchu said: "The younger generation does have some humble opinions, and I ask the master for guidance." Huishan said: "Donor, please speak." ā
Luo Tianchu sorted out his thoughts and said slowly: "The younger generation thinks that life should be 'suffering'. Most people in the world are addicted to illusions and can't extricate themselves, how to ignite people who can't see through it will not help, it is better to suffer their own losses to satisfy them, they get some illusions and are naturally happy, and I myself have not lost anything, as long as there is such a person in the world who is willing to suffer, the world will be harmonious, and the world will be peaceful. If the two countries compete with each other, they are evenly matched, and they don't know how many people will die in the war for many years, and if one of the countries is willing to suffer losses in exchange for a hundred years of peace, it is a great merit. You must know that after thousands of years, all hatred will be diluted by the years, just like the Seven Kingdoms returned to Qin, and then to Han, when it comes to our Great Song Dynasty, the people of Chu will no longer hate the people of Qin, only the Song people. What if in another 1,000 years? The Song and Jin countries may also become one country, and our current national hatred and family hatred may just be their after-dinner conversation, so why should we not forget our hatred now?"
Hui Shan stroked his palm and praised: "Incisive! This is the first time I heard about the poor monks, I have a sudden feeling, the donor has a long-term vision, has seen through the various states of life, no matter how much hatred can not withstand the changes of the years, the integration of the nation, if the emperors of all countries have the heart of the benefactor, the world is not worried. The donor has seen through the 'life', what about death?" Luo Tianchu smiled slightly, and said: "There are only flying flowers and flowing water in the world, the mountains and rivers are eternal and unchanged, people turn into loess after death, and loess is also a part of nature. Hui Shan was surprised: "The donor's understanding of life and death has made extraordinary achievements, it is not a Buddha or a Tao, and it is a family of its own, but it is undeniable that he has reached the highest state of the Great Perfection, please accept the gift of the poor monk." (To be continued.) )