Journey to the West I am the Demon Lord of Hundred Eyes

Chapter 119 The tree-planting little monster, everyone becomes a Buddha

Wu Ming raised his legs and stepped into the mountain.

I saw high and steep mountains, broken walls and peaks, and there was no other way, only a stone alley.

When I entered the rare thing, it really smelled bad, and there were rotten persimmons on the side of the road.

It's just that persimmons are useful to all kinds of insects, but at this time it has not yet become a piece of shit.

Wu Ming has always loved cleanliness, but at this moment, he took off his shoes, stepped on the rotten persimmon mud with his bare feet, and walked step by step.

After walking for many days, I only heard a clanging sound, as if someone was digging soil and breaking rocks.

Look up.

But I saw a small body on the cliff shoveling soil.

"Hey hey hey—"

Wu Ming was a little stunned. That little monster... with a round head and a round brain, black and white patterns, is a little bear, an iron-eating beast!
Immediately rushed to the front in a few steps, and it really was a little bear less than three feet, digging the soil with the hoe.

When he was tired of digging, he sat down on the ground to rest.

"What are you doing?"

"Plant a tree."

Terrified, the little bear rolled aside and saw a person standing aside, looking at him curiously.

Angrily said: "How can you walk without making a sound, almost frightened me, sitting down the sapling."

Wu Ming apologized with a smile, he could talk a lot, he felt very kind.

"Sorry, this is for you."

Wu Ming took out two crispy jade shoots that were as thick as a baby's arm. They were born from Polygonatum odoratum in Guanzhong, and they were extraordinarily sweet.

"Hiss~ It smells so good, is it really for me?"

Nodding his head, he saw it imitate others and made a bow before taking it, peeling off the shell of the bamboo shoot and putting it in its mouth.

Kachi——

Immediately, Little Bear squinted his eyes, smashed his mouth, reluctantly put away the bamboo shoots and put them aside.

"Why don't you eat?"

Wu Ming asked.

"It's so delicious, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear the temptation, and I won't come to plant trees in the future, but I will only be greedy for my appetite."

The little bear looked sad, but he stopped looking at the bamboo shoots and turned around to dig the soil and plant trees.

Wu Ming was startled immediately, so self-disciplined?

"Then what are you planting trees for?"

"Save my mother." Little Bear said while shoveling dirt.

"How can planting trees save your mother?"

Never heard of it.

"The master in the temple said, when I plant this mountain full of persimmon trees and bear persimmon fruit, the Buddha will be able to save my mother."

Wu Ming frowned: "Is your mother seriously ill?"

"No, she was eaten by monsters in the mountains."

Then it was resurrected from the dead. There is no doubt if the Buddha can do it, but is it really useful?

Qijue Mountain is [-] miles across, and there are monsters in the mountain, but I don't know if it is the big snake, such a little bear is not enough to fit the teeth.

Wu Ming didn't say these things.

Sincerity is as good as gold and stone, maybe this little bear can really create some miracles.

Wu Ming sat here and watched Little Bear plant trees, one by one, one by one.
It's getting dark.

The little bear got up and packed up the hoe, carried the sling on his back, and put one and a half bamboo shoots in the sling with great care, and wrapped it with leaves.

"You come from far away, so you probably have no place to rest, why don't you go to my house?"

Wu Ming nodded.

The two climbed down the cliff, stepped on the persimmon mud and walked with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Wu's name is still good, the bear is less than three and a half feet deep in the mud, and he has a small heart.

Along the way, the mountains on both sides have been planted with persimmon trees, and Little Xiong said that many of them were planted by him.

"How long have you been planting?"

"I don't remember how many days, but I have eaten persimmons in the mountains nine times."

Wu Ming said nothing.

When the moon was in the middle of the sky, one person and one bear walked out of the persimmons.

There was a broken thatched cottage by the road.

There are three or two thatch, four or five holes.The cold wind licks the iron clothes, and the rain is still too broken.

Little Xiong stepped forward and pushed a piece of wood away, saying, "Please, sir."

When Wu Ming entered the house, there was only a bed made of door panels, covered with hay, and a large vat in the corner, with dozens of saplings in it, and the rest were gone.

"Where did you get these saplings?"

Little Xiong put the back strap away again, and said: "There is a Tuoluo Temple to the east, that's where I got it."

It saw it take out a piece of cake from the pile of firewood, tore off half of it and held it in front of Wu Ming.

"Sir, I have nothing at home to entertain, if you don't mind, please have a meal."

"Why don't you eat?"

Little Bear swallowed and shook his head, "I'm a monster, I won't be hungry."

Wu Ming couldn't bear it, he gave it the cake, touched the bear's head, and said, "Eat it, sir, he doesn't eat much for a long time."

How can people not eat?
The little bear thought it was his husband who disliked it, but he was really hungry, so he tore half of the cake into three parts, put the two parts away, and put the smallest one into his mouth to taste carefully.

After dinner, Xiong fell asleep on the grass, while Wu Ming sat aside, meditating.

The next day, Little Bear woke up and found that Mr. had disappeared.

I thought I was leaving, but why didn't I say hello?
Then I found more than a dozen jade shoots on the ground, are these left by the husband?

When I went out to look around, I didn't see anyone, so I had to take the hoe and saplings, put on the sling, looked at the dozen or so bamboo shoots, gritted my teeth and put them away, and ate another piece of cake before closing the door and going to the mountain.

About thirty miles to the east, there is a Buddhist temple.

It is the only monastery within a hundred miles.

Wu Ming walked to the gate of the temple, and shouted to the well-known guest, Seng Gao: "The poor Taoist asked."

The Zhike monk saw that he was handsome and extraordinary.

The monk replied, "Where did the Taoist priest come from?"

"Come from the west, I want to spend the night at your monastery."

The monk said with a smile: "As the saying goes, when monks see the mountain gate, they get three liters of rice. Although you and I have differences, you don't have to talk about the words at home. Please come inside."

Wu Ming entered the temple with the monks, and several monks came to pick him up, all of them were bearded old monks with extremely high seniority.

After some inquiries, he settled down in the west wing room.

Wu Mingdu stopped a monk and asked: "Elder, when I came here, I heard people say that if you plant a persimmon tree in the mountain with sincerity, the flowers will bloom and bear fruit, and you will be able to go to the Western Paradise and become a Buddha. Is it true?"

The monk put his palms together and said Amitabha, and said: "Nature is true. Anyone who sincerely worships and believes in Buddha, one flower, one world, one leaf, one Bodhi, this is not planting a tree, but planting a fruit."

"So, can everyone in this world become a Buddha?"

"Exactly, everyone can become a Buddha, even fellow Taoists."

Wu Ming said with a smile: "If I become a Buddha, Master Tianzun, I'm afraid I will be angry!"

After sending the monk away, Wu Ming fell into deep thought.

Everyone becomes a Buddha?

What is this Buddha?

This little Xitian always makes him uneasy.

Then I thought of the little bear again, wondering how many trees it had planted today.

next day
A monk brought breakfast, a bowl of clear porridge, two steamed buns, and a plate of green vegetables.

"Fellow Daoist, today is the time when the persimmons are ripening in the mountains, and it is also the annual Ascension to Heaven ceremony. There will be believers ascending to blissful bliss. The elder ordered fellow Daoists to watch."

Ascension?
Wu Ming was indeed interested, so he nodded.

After breakfast, there were more people in the temple, all believers.

All of them have kind eyebrows and kind eyes, quietly recite Amitabha Buddha, and are more like monks than monks.

Everyone participating in the Ascension to Immortals Assembly will perform a series of ceremonies such as burning incense, bathing, and fasting in the temple, and then go to the lecture hall to chant scriptures and pay homage to the Buddha under the guidance of an old monk.

Wu Ming stood aside and watched carefully.

When it was dark, a golden light suddenly shone into the temple.

(End of this chapter)