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Chapter 425 The cruel sacrifice

It really is a tripod!
Then I saw a three-legged tripod the size of a fist placed on the tray. Well, can this also be called a tripod?It seems that the ancients used this kind of vessel when drinking and offering sacrifices to heaven.

It turns out that it is the treasure of this time!It doesn't look special, but judging from the rust, it is indeed an old antique.

A team of Jingshu was watching not far away, but they were still vigilant. In the dark, several sniper rifles had already been aimed at them, and the snake spirit had already let his little Taiban poison them. Shoot it out first, or they will be poisoned by the snake first and can't shoot the bullet.

But before the bet is over, both parties are safe for the time being.

Seeing the monk looking at the tripod with moist eyes, he saluted the rich monk: "I was young, ignorant and frivolous, and I didn't have the piety of faith. At that time, I ran away and let it live outside.
Master Yuantong, the bet made five years ago, can you talk to me about the Buddha's sacrifice and offer the relics of that Buddha? "

It turns out that Futai monk's dharma name is Yuantong..
Seeing Master Yuantong clasped his hands together, he also saluted and said:
"Little master Jielu came here today, and the way and deeds will increase greatly; if you have the heart, if you want to achieve the three Bodhisattvas, you can burn your fingers or even one foot to make offerings to the stupa, which is better than Guocheng's wife and three Those who make offerings to all the treasures of lands, mountains, forests, rivers and ponds in thousands of great countries."

It turned out that the little monk from home had the Dharma name Jielu.

After saluting each other, the two parties sat cross-legged on the ground, and under the witness of the host, they re-opened the bet five years ago, while Master Yuantong showed his crippled two-fingered hand.

Under the shocked expressions of Jing Shuyi and the others, they poured oil into the offering to the Buddha. It was like a candle that was burning like a candle under the dark sky, and occasionally the sound of oil cracking was heard. The blacks all died down, and they couldn't believe it. Is this the Buddhist fighting method?

This damn is clearly self-harm!
The two monks clasped their hands together and watched as their oiled fingers started to burn.

Jingshu seems to have seen five years ago, Master Yuantong sat in the monastery and burned his body, while the little monk Jielu ran away. Five years later, the enlightened little monk Jielu came back and vowed The scene of regaining the heavy treasure tripod.

The little monk Jie Lu looked compassionate and firm, and beads of sweat rolled down his mouth. He began to read the scriptures, frowning tightly, with a look of pain on his face.

Master Yuantong's expression was still neither sad nor happy, "If you don't burn your body, arms, and fingers to make offerings to the Buddhas, you will not be a bodhisattva."

"Master Yuantong, the little monk came here today to burn fat, just to win you and get back what belongs to Huaxia."

Master Yuantong shook his head, with a look of obsession: "As a disciple of the Buddha, you should sacrifice your body, burn your fingers, burn your arms, and burn your crown to make offerings to the Buddhas and stupas. This can eliminate the sins of previous lives, and you can get supreme blessings in the future. .”

"However, the things explained in the scriptures are common, and one's own body is still advised to make offerings, not to mention all the extra money! ... However, all living beings are happy to see it, and it is a common practice. It is really appropriate to burn one's arms to make offerings." The little monk Jie Lu gritted his teeth.

Jingshu stroked her chin, um...what are you talking about?Do you have a translation?
Fortunately, Lingling, the omnipotent language, explained:
"Master Yuantong is in favor of the act of sacrificing one's life and burning fat, and believes that in this way, eminent monks can achieve Taoism and eliminate sins; what the monk means is that if one wants to imitate the behavior of a Bodhisattva and adopt extreme asceticism, one must consider whether such actions can benefit oneself and others. For the best interest, he opposes such extreme behavior, he came here just to prove himself and win the bet, and get back the tripod."

The two sides started a heated discussion on Buddhism, and a sentence of difficult and obscure words came from their mouths. If it wasn't for Lingling's explanation, a scumbag like Jing Shu would not be able to understand. After a trip to Guo Jingshu, she began to doubt In life, it’s fine if you don’t understand foreign languages, but now you can’t even understand Mandarin.

Wait, one thing is a little more serious.

"This discussion on Buddhism is not over, if neither party admits defeat. Does it have to keep burning like this?"

Jing Shu asked, although she was shocked at first, she was still calm in the end. It is not for nothing to be a doctor with 100 contribution points at a time. As long as she does not die, she can save people.

In Jingshu's mind, two people bet that no matter if you stab me or I stab you, or Shaolin Lion Roar, Bronze Palm, Qianjin Gate, etc., no one will die, but now these two people are playing. Fingers start burning their own tricks
Yang Yang narrowed his eyes and nodded, "So, we must prepare for Plan B."

"Will the monk die?"

"I don't know, maybe."

"There is always someone who is going to die, either Yuantong or Jiema, maybe both of them will go to the Land of Ultimate Bliss."

Everyone fell silent. It turned out that simply watching from the sidelines was not pleasant. Jing Shu was a little bit on pins and needles when she watched her hardworking teammates who had been with each other for several months now being burned alive.

How long does it take to completely burn a person to death?The big fire of cremation only takes about an hour, it is painless, but now, a little bit of burning, a little bit of cell necrosis into ashes, the level 12 pain is like a thousand arrows piercing the heart to hinder you all the time , This is the pain the monk is suffering at the moment.

And it's still the kind where you have to look at yourself as a complete person, slowly burning away your fingers, palms, and arms.
Compared with pain, the little monk must be more painful than Master Yuantong, because Master Yuantong's idea is that he wants to go to the Land of Ultimate Bliss, and he is willing to sacrifice his life for blessings, and his belief is so firm.

But the monk's intention was to resist. He was being tortured alive. The torment and fear in his heart were worse than his body. Jing Shu suddenly didn't know how the monk came here these days, and how much courage he mustered to come to the United States.

Let me briefly describe the mentality of the two of them: Master Yuantong is sitting in the business seat of the plane that is about to crash. He has bought hundreds of millions of insurance. Even if the plane crashes and kills him, he can get several times the compensation; The little monk Jie Lu is currently in the economy class of the plane that is about to crash. He has not bought a penny of insurance. The only thing he can do is to pray for a safe landing.

That's what mentality does.

The passing of minutes is difficult for Jingshu and others, let alone for the monks, the pain will be prolonged and magnified countless times.

One finger burned out quickly, and the host only added a little oil to slow down the burning speed, so that the Buddhist disciples could offer relics to the Buddhas more piously.

The black people who watched the excitement gradually withdrew from this seemingly undisputed but eerily quiet competition. They felt the horror of their hairs standing on end, and the Chinese people were too scary.

　The new monthly debts are as follows: owed the first fan of this month WY_1007; owed the first vote of this month Wang Shuworm v1v1v1.

　　
　
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