The little monk returns to the vulgar

Chapter 219
Daoran smashed the Buddha statue and used it as firewood for fire.

The blazing fire lights up again, warming and dispelling the cold. Regardless of whether it is disrespectful to the Buddha, the effect is real.

The sari tree was burning, but its face was a bit ugly.

His patience at this time is very complicated. He doesn't want Dao Ran to do the right thing, which will make his previous actions appear very stupid, but he can't refuse the bonfire lit by the Buddha statue, otherwise he will freeze to death in a short time here.

Is it for face or death?

Sari Shu hesitated, but sat on his buttocks by the campfire, unwilling to move for a long time.

Guan Xingyue saw the performance of Sha Lishu, and whispered to him: "Junior brother, the sea of ​​Buddha is boundless, there is no difference between enlightenment today and ten years later. Right and wrong are planks on the boat of the sea of ​​suffering, and they can be overcome." People go to the other side."

After hearing this, Sarishu put his palms together and said respectfully: "Amitabha, Your Highness's words are like a blow to the head. Sarishu has been taught."

Guan Xingyue glanced at Sha Lishu and stopped talking.

Whether you are enlightened or not, you can actually tell at a glance.Sha Lishu's so-called being taught is just flattery, not enlightenment.

This junior brother is far less intelligent than the other one.

Daoran was still dismantling the Buddha statue. He had no magic power and no tools at hand. He could only smash it with his fists, which was not efficient.

Daoran found it very troublesome, but the others were dumbfounded.

With bare hands, beat the red sandalwood until it is full of cracks and sawdust flying around?

What a powerful punch this is, this little monk's mana has been banned, how can his fist be so fierce?

The scholar began to regret, he had offended Daoran too hard just now, he didn't expect this little monk to be so fierce, if he punched him, his life might be lost.

The scholar took another look at Sha Lishu, and found that the monk was warming up to the fire, and he felt a lot of contempt in his heart.This Tianzhu monk is also unreliable, and at the critical moment, it is still the monk Da Zhou who has a solution.

Thinking of this, the scholar went to the woodcutter Wang Zhi's side and said, "You see Master Daoran is so tired, don't you want to help?"

The woodcutter glanced at Daoran and said in a low voice, "I dare not, this is disrespecting the Buddha."

What Daoran smashed was the Buddha statue, and what they went to was the Lingshan Mountain. The combination of these two things is inappropriate no matter how you think about it.Therefore, the woodcutter didn't take out the hatchet hidden in his clothes, he was afraid that he would be blamed by the Buddha if he lent the knife to Daoran.

But the woodcutter couldn't stand the cold, so Daoran smashed the Buddha statue to make a fire, and he was also happy.

At this time, the scholar suddenly raised his voice and said, "Look at you, a scumbag, you are clearly on fire, but here you scold Master Daoran for disrespecting the Buddha. Master Daoran sacrificed himself to save your life. How dare you curse behind your back like this?"

This voice attracted everyone's attention, and the scholar saw Daoran also looked over, and quickly started his performance.

The secretary waved his sleeves, and said disdainfully: "It's really shameful to be with people like you, Master Daoran, before he was blaming good people with unscrupulous words, now let me come down to help."

Wang Zhi looked at the scholar in shock, how could this person be so shameless.However, there was nothing wrong with what the scholar said. The woodcutter was indeed scolding Daoran for disrespecting the Buddha while warming himself by the fire.

But in private, he whispered that there was no problem, but if he was exposed in public, where would he put his face.

The scholar was still scolding relentlessly, scolding the woodcutter like a pig and a dog, but he became a good man who changed his past.

But the woodcutter was stupid and couldn't quarrel with the eloquent scholar. He was so angry that he drew out his hatchet and yelled at the scholar, "You bastard, I'll kill you!"

The scholar sneered and said, "Hmph, you really are a troublemaker. If someone exposes you, you will kill him. Master Daoran, please judge me..."

The scholar was about to have something to do with Dao Ran, but he was shocked to find that Dao Ran didn't listen to the quarrel between the two of them at all. After breaking the other arm of the Buddha statue, he walked to the window of the Daxiong Palace, as if observing the outside blizzard.

"This monk, why doesn't he act according to common sense! Shouldn't he save a life and build a seven-level pagoda?" The scholar was full of surprise, and the woodcutter's hatchet was almost on his neck.

The scholar has never learned any martial arts, and he can't dodge at all if he wants to avoid it.Seeing that he was about to be decapitated, Guan Xingyue made a move and grabbed the woodcutter's knife-wielding hand.

"Amitabha, this wind and snow will not stop for a while, the two benefactors should save some effort."

As soon as Guan Xingyue said this, both the woodcutter and the scholar fought coldly.

They didn't pay attention when they quarreled just now. Both of them had already moved away from the campfire, and now they realized that their bodies were unbearably cold.

Life is important, the two stopped arguing, and went back to the campfire to keep warm tacitly.

Guan Xingyue sighed, walked to Daoran's side and said, "Brother Daoran, your Dharma is profound and you understand people's hearts better than the poor monk. Why didn't you help people just now?"

Dao Ran asked strangely: "They are looking for troubles and killing each other, so what does it have to do with me?"

"However, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. How can we monks stand by and watch?" Guan Xingyue asked.

Daoran didn't explain, just said: "This is Lingshan."

Guan Xingyue didn't realize it at first, but after careful consideration, he suddenly realized, and quickly said to Daoran: "The younger brother is wise and proficient, and the poor monk admires it."

Ordinary monks know that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, and they can't just watch others die, let alone the Buddhas in Lingshan?This is the test they gave, how could they watch them kill each other and die?

Daoran just figured this out, so he didn't bother to pay attention.

Including this strange snowstorm, Dao Ran was not too worried about his safety, he was only worried that if he died here, he would be sent down the mountain directly and lose the chance to go up to Lingshan.

Then Fa Hai will probably be very angry, and then lock him up and go to the underworld after a year... I can't continue to think about it, anyway, it's all here, so let's do our best.

Guan Xingyue admired Daoran more and more. This little monk was younger than him, but he was so intelligent, with a Buddha heart that was so clear and exquisite that it was not stained by a speck of dust.

Looking back at the woodcutter and the scholar, although the two are silent on the surface, the hatred between them has already been planted, and they don't know when it will explode.

"Amitabha, all living beings are suffering, I really don't know how to save them." Guan Xingyue sighed.

Daoran had a good impression of this monk, at least he was more likable than the original Shenxiu, so he said to him: "Ordinary people have no ability to control their fate, so they naturally have to rely on others, so they are greedy because of calculations. If you can guarantee to bring the two of you Go up to Lingshan, to the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss, and they will no longer hate each other."

Guan Xingyue shook his head and said, "The poor monks themselves can't guarantee to reach the top of the mountain, how can we guarantee to take them to the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss?"

"Then let's change it." Daoran said.

"I also ask my junior brother to give me some guidance." Guan Xingyue said respectfully.

Daoran smiled slightly, walked to the bonfire, and said to the two of them, "All you think about is going to the Lingshan Mountain, to the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss, right?"

Seeing that Daoran took the initiative to speak up, the scholar hurriedly said: "Of course, I have offended you a lot before, so please don't blame Master Daoran. If Master Daoran is willing to help, I will be very grateful."

Daoran turned to the woodcutter and said, "Benefactor Wang, what about you?"

"I heard that as long as I go to the Lingshan Mountain, the Buddha can help me realize any wish. My mother is old and sick. I want to go to the Lingshan Mountain and ask the Buddha to save my mother. Master Daoran, I was sorry for you before, but I I dare not bet, for my mother, I must go to Lingshan." The woodcutter said firmly.

Hearing what the woodcutter said, the scholar murmured that it was not good, why didn't he think of a touching reason to deceive people, he didn't expect that this thick-eyed and big-eyed trickster would use such a trick.Once Dao Ran leans towards the woodcutter, how can he survive the next test?

Just when the scholar wanted to make up a reason for "my father is also seriously ill", Daoran said: "Since you are going to go to Lingshan, you must believe in Buddhism. Since you believe in Buddhism, you should know that Buddhism guides people to be good. You have nothing but calculations in your heart, how did you get to the Lingshan Mountain?"

The scholar was about to say that he was dedicated to goodness, but Daoran continued: "No matter how sincere the expression is, how perfect the tone is, if you can deceive yourself, me, and the Buddha? There's nothing to hide."

After hearing Daoran's words, both the scholar and the woodcutter turned pale with fright, and even broke out in a cold sweat.

People in the world always like to pray to gods and worship Buddha, even the wicked are no exception.

They all believe in the existence of gods and Buddhas, but people often selectively forget the cycle of cause and effect, so after doing all the evil things, they burn incense sticks as if nothing happened, and only start to regret when the retribution is over.

The most obvious example is feng shui. I don’t know how many people use all kinds of cruel methods to persecute others because "he has disturbed my feng shui".

Daoran put this essential issue in front of the two of them, as long as they are not stupid, they should know how to do it.

The woodcutter was the first to react, rushed to the broken Buddha statue and kowtowed vigorously, and then said loudly: "I was wrong, I was really wrong. The Buddha is merciful, if there is any fault, blame it on me, please don't blame me." My mother."

The scholar hesitated for a moment, and finally knelt down side by side with the woodcutter, piously repenting and said: "Buddha, I, Wen Liangyu, are despicable and shameless. In order to cling to Master Daoran, I would not hesitate to injure others. Please forgive me, from today on. I must do good deeds every day, and never dare to do such evil things again.”

The two kowtowed their heads, Guan Xingyue was dumbfounded.

"Junior Brother Daoran, you are really...Could it be a Bodhisattva who came to test us?"

Guan Xingyue didn't even know how to describe it, Daoran made them wake up and repent of their mistakes with a few words, the so-called Bodhisattva must be capable of this.

Daoran shook his head and said: "Brother, you think too much. These two people didn't really convert, but they just wanted something, so they made a promise. When they find out that they can't go to Lingshan at all, they will feel resentful instead. It might get worse."

Guan Xingyue looked at the two of them again, then nodded in sympathy.

He is also a monk, and he has seen countless people offering incense devoutly, but this kind of transactional piety is not what Buddhism calls enlightenment, and most wishes cannot be realized.

"Amitabha, admitting mistakes is the first step to enlightenment. Junior brother, you still have immeasurable merits." Guan Xingyue said.

Daoran just smiled and didn't answer this sentence.

If beating people is considered to have immeasurable merit, then he would have become a Buddha long ago.

The work of smashing Buddha statues continued. With the hatchet provided by the woodcutter, Daoran made it easier to dismantle the statues. In a short while, all the three-foot-high Buddha statues were chopped into firewood.

The blizzard lasted for three full days and three nights. Fortunately, everyone had rations, bonfires to keep warm, and the Daxiong Palace to shelter them from the snow, so they finally survived.

When the last piece of red sandalwood was turned into ashes, the snowstorm just stopped, and the long-lost sunshine in the sky cleared up, making everyone overjoyed.

Obviously, Daoran was right to demolish the Buddha statue, otherwise the blizzard would not stop so coincidentally after the Buddha statue was burned.

Everyone happily continued on the road, and everyone was full of confidence in climbing Lingshan.

Seeing Guan Xingyue talking and laughing happily with Dao Ran, Sha Lishu walked silently at the end.

Seeing that the relationship between the two seems to be getting better and better, Sha Lishu can't help feeling jealous.But he remembered what Daoran said a few days ago. He was full of jealousy and hatred at the moment. If he was also seen by the Buddha, wouldn't he be unable to go to the Lingshan Mountain or the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss?

But the so-called mind and mind, there are not many people in the world who can tame what they think in their hearts. At this time, Sha Lishu has no mana, and it is impossible to forcefully enter the samadhi to calm his mind.This kind of entanglement made Sha Lishu's face distorted, and his heart was extremely tormented.

At this time, Moses, who had been wrapping himself up tightly, with only a pair of eyes exposed, moved closer to Sha Lishu, and said in a low voice, "You hate this little monk, don't you?"

From joining the team to the present, this mummy-like weirdo has not said a word, just quietly roasting the bonfire, and has not even eaten any dry food for the past three days, and his presence is so low that it is negligible.

At this moment, when he spoke suddenly, Sha Lishu was really startled.

Sha Lishu frowned and said, "Don't talk nonsense."

"Do you think anyone else can't see?" Moses whispered.

Sha Lishu glared at Moses, and simply did not answer the question.

"To be honest, I don't like him either. I hate such a good-looking person the most. I'm going to kill him. What do you think?" Moses asked.

Sha Lishu said in surprise: "You are crazy, this is Lingshan."

"What about Lingshan, I never care what other people think, as long as I want to do it, I will do it. Anyway, you and I are mortals now, and this little monk has no defense against me. Killing him is easy." Moses continued Say.

"Then why are you telling me this?" Sha Lishu said angrily.

"I see that you hate him as much as I do, so I ask you if you want to do it, so as not to steal your chance to kill and hate me instead." Moses laughed.

"Amitabha, how can monks kill people? Don't slander them out of thin air." Sarishu said firmly.

These words are sincere, no matter how jealous Daoran is, Sha Lishu can't conspire to kill someone, this is the basic ethics of Buddhist disciples.

"That's good, then I'm going to do it, don't remind this little monk." Moses said.

Sha Lishu blurted out, "This matter has nothing to do with me."

Unexpectedly, just after finishing speaking, the mummy-like weirdo laughed out loud, and then said to Sha Lishu: "Anyway, you didn't kill the man, and it's not your fault that the little monk died. Is that what you think?"

Sha Lishu frowned, and was about to refute, but saw that Moses untied the bandage on his face, revealing a face exactly like his, except that there was a horrifying grin on his face.

"Who are you?" Sha Lishu said in shock.

Moses, who looks exactly like the sari tree, smiled and said, "Idiot, I am your demon!" The next second, Moses turned into countless black smoke and poured it into the seven orifices of the sari tree.

Such an accident did not alarm anyone.

On this mountain road where the sun shines and the ice melts, Shalishu and Moses follow closely behind everyone, as if nothing happened.

(End of this chapter)