After Yun Poyue woke up, the first thing he felt was that he was surrounded by buzzing and chirping mosquitoes. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Numbness all over the body.

Every bone joint up and down hurts.

The soreness is unbearable.

And his mouth was so thirsty that he smoked, and his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth like a piece of wood. He propped up the straw shop with the palm of his hand and tried to get up and pour a bowl of water to drink, but tried several times without success. It was as if the whole body was no longer himself, unconscious, undominated.

For a moment, he was terrified.

I thought I was dead.

He has fallen into eighteen layers of hell.

According to the descriptions I usually hear, there are cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods in the eighteenth layer of hell, horse-faced yakshas, fried people in oil pots, big saws to divide them, cut out tongues and hearts, and break thousands of corpses, which is extremely terrifying.

I can go down to that place.

Either they are guilty of great sins, or they are evildoers.

Or disobedience and unfilial piety.

Nothing good anyway.

At this moment, Yun Poyue thought in his heart that if he changed places, this kind of tired and undead days could be improved, and he could not consider dying. End life.

Even if you live at the bottom of hell.

Anywhere in the world, even a cowshed or a pigsty, is probably cuter than a lumberyard!

So his soul slowly escaped from his body like light smoke, condensed and formed, and floated leisurely in the air.

Yun Poyue lowered his head.

The first thing I saw was my own body, slender and thin, with my feet spread apart, and my back was facing the sky. The face has not been washed for several days, and it is already black and pickled, and it is washed by sweat, black and white, almost not human-shaped.

Pants rolled up above the knees.

Coarse joints, swollen calves, weak soles of the feet.

The breath in his throat is like a gossamer.

If he had been so lethargic and not awakened to-morrow morning, someone would report to the foreman, and two men would have to lift his body up and load it onto the two-wheeled cart.

Push all the way to the back mountain.

There's a deep, large natural pit over there.

Basil covered, white bone spots.

When he came to the edge of the pit, stopped the car, and raised the handlebar with both hands, his body would slide down with a bone, and fall straight to the bottom of the pit.

Let the wolf tear and the dog pull, rot and stink.

As for burying, it's better to spare, save it, right?

All of these people are well-trained, zero-handed, cold-blooded, and onlookers, absolutely strictly controlling themselves, and not allowing any love and sympathy to overflow at will.

Besides, he's not alone.

The cloud breaking the moon is not the first.

Nor will it be the last......

There are still most mosquitoes in the shed, which are buzzing and buzzing. Unhurried, free, tidy, picky and thin, sucking human blood.

The shriveled belly swelled in an instant.

Infinite expansion.

Push the limits.

The epidermis is thin.

Crystal clear.

From the outside, you can clearly see a drop of inky plasma in the stomach. The mosquito was like an overloaded B29 bomber, chirping and crumbling.

Underneath this group of super-large and super-dense bombers.

It is a snoring voice, horizontal and vertical, with different postures, and ugly human bodies.

These wood-carrying workers generally sleep at night without clothes.

Be honest and meticulous.

It completely embodies the Buddhist proverb of "no worries about the red stripes".

At a glance:

Some are obese like pigs.

Some are as black as charcoal.

Some are short and obscene.

Some are as thin as bamboos.

A face only a mother could love.

Pig's mouth fangs.

And from time to time there is a louder, sharper, more violent, and more terrible sound from the mouth than the Mosquito bomber group above. One after another, thrilling.

Yun Breaking Moon's soul floated away and continued to swim.

Look around.

I finally found a relatively fair-skinned one in the crowd, but the sleeping position was extremely ugly.

The limbs are bent and the face is facing down.

The butt is pouted high, and at a glance, it looks like a pig that is about to die to be slaughtered.

Yun Poyue looked at this person, and suddenly remembered the pig that their family had died three years ago and had grown to more than 100 catties, pinning the infinite hopes of the whole family.

The mother also cried because of this.

But now there are not one, two, four or five in this room, but more than 30 fat pigs, lean pigs, sick pigs, old pigs, stupid pigs, stupid pigs, and stupid pigs.

How many tears of disappointment have you shed?

But it was raining.

Bit by bit.

Maybe God has mercy.

Compassion for the world?

Fine and uninterrupted droplets of water continue to spray on the face.

Yun Poyue opened his eyes in a daze.

The soul returns to its homeland.

Only to find out that it was a naked worker who got up to relieve his hands, urinated in the bucket beside him, dripping freely, spraying beads and splashing jade, and sprinkled on his face.

How can God have such a kind eye?

He is high above and never has mercy on anyone!

Speaking of "compassion", it is really a confusing and doubtful thing!

Those who will die are worthy of compassion. Even if he's a bad guy.

"The bullshit of the Buddhist monks.

Tuas has always farted bullshit.

Yun Poyue later lived in the capital, and had the opportunity to meet a master who walked the path of Buddhism and made good connections, a kind-hearted person, a temple host, and a benevolent teacher. White and pure, Sven Wen, wearing an apricot-yellow monk's robe.

Hand twisted rosary.

His eyes were half-squinted, and his attitude seemed to be unreasonable.

Extremely arrogant.

It is said that he has deep knowledge of Buddhism and great magical powers.

When the lecture was opened, the audience reached up to 300,000.

Yun Poyue has always stayed away from this kind of self-righteous deceptive god.

But out of politeness.

I had to be vain and reckless, barely coping.

To be honest, he still had a lot of respect for this benevolent master at first. Regardless of the move, the color of the coat, if you can catch a mouse, you will call a good cat - after all, people are followed by a large group of stupid believers?

The two sides are separated by a beaded curtain.

Silent to each other.

Yun Poyue took out the money bag, respectfully, and presented an ingot.

The master coughed lightly, lost his eyes, moved his buttocks, and clasped his palms together: "Thank you to the donor, and you will be blessed." Then he threw out two strips and floated away.

The clouds break through the moon and are like a book from heaven.

Unexpectedly, when I took a look, I couldn't help but laugh. Then there was righteous indignation, and the anger was unspeakable. If this clothed bachelor writes something like "Buddhism is boundless, purifying all sentient beings", "planting good causes, reaping good results", and "standing on the wall, the sea is inclusive of all rivers".

But when he sniffed the paper, he smelled a sour, weird, and rancid smell from it.

"Sour" is a common disease of poor and sour literati, as long as the body and mind are affected, no one is spared.

"Strange chatter" is intolerant and tricky.

"Ranciful" is similar to the smell of a fox, and when you smell it, you can know that this is a woman's smell.

Haven't cultivators long ago lost their gender and are called "senior brothers, junior brothers"?

Under careful examination, there is no one that meets the heart of the Buddhist family who is far away from the red dust, detached and solitary, broad and profound, and compassionate, and can't help but have deep doubts about the Buddhist lectures, Buddhist understanding, and even character and knowledge of this compassionate teacher who has many followers and is known as "good deeds to repay the society"?

When I read the paper, it was full of revelations:

The big head is down and the small head is up.

Wedding nights are not violent.

Potatoes and pickled cucumbers can cause food poisoning.

When my mother is pregnant with my younger brother, I will cry when I am an older brother.

People who are awkward in their hearts can't write a clear truth.

Those who will die are worthy of compassion. Even if he's a bad guy.

And the most shocking thing is that this teacher is studying Buddhism intensively, meditating and practicing, and on the other hand, he writes lingering and sympathetic novels for men and women under the pseudonym of "not quitting sex" behind his back, which complements each other with martial arts novels that promote violence and expand the territory.

Go hand in hand.

Good sales.

It can't help but be impressive.

Bacon said: If you don't study, you must deceive the world.

After reading the book, the two sides of the attack, the trinity, the four are empty, the five blessings and longevity, the six and six shun, the seven steps of talent, the eight immortals cross the sea, the ninety-nine return to one, the merit is complete, and the great love is boundless, so it is naturally more deceitful and skillful! )