Six Ways of Fumo

Chapter 1652 Homework
"No way? How much courage does it take to judge others by one's body? Moreover, sacrificing one's life may not lead to enlightenment." Ji Xiaoxiao showed a look of intolerance.

As soon as Ji Xiaoxiao finished speaking, the old monk in the crowd sighed and waved his hand: "That's all, today is as you wish. Please be patient and allow me to recite the Buddhist scriptures one last time."

After saying that, the old monk sat down cross-legged, clasped his hands on his chest, closed his eyes, and murmured Buddhist scriptures.Judging from his face, he seemed to be a bit unwilling and conflicted.

"Okay, okay, there are relics again!"

The beggars cheered, ran around, picked up countless pieces of firewood and withered grass, and surrounded the old monk.

In an instant, the broken firewood piled up like a mountain, and the old monk sat inside, almost invisible.

Judging from the posture, these beggars wanted to cremate the old monk on the spot to collect the relics from his body.And they said "there are relics again", indicating that they have done this before.

Ji Xiaoxiao became angry and said: "These people are greedy. They want the old monk's food and kill people to seize the relics. They have no conscience! Ermiao, I'm going to go on a killing spree!"

After saying that, Ji Xiaoxiao's eyes flashed sharply and he was about to use his sword.

Ding Ermiao stopped Ji Xiaoxiao, smiled faintly, and said: "Buddhism emphasizes that the four elements are empty. Let's just follow the Romans and see nothing. What we see with our eyes and hear with our ears is nothing but nothing. Things here have nothing to do with us. Let's go. .”

"Er Miao, are we going to die without saving him?" Ji Xiaoxiao grabbed Ding Er Miao and asked.

"Xiaoxiao, you must not be obsessed with Buddhism. The old monk is not angry. We are bystanders, so why should we be angry?" Ding Ermiao said.

"You mean, there might be a conspiracy here?" Ji Xiaoxiao asked thoughtfully.

While he was talking, a beggar had already lit the pyre.With a bang, the flames rose up and trapped the old monk in it.

"Er Miao, that old monk is really going to be burned to death." Ji Xiaoxiao said anxiously.

Ding Ermiao shook his head and said, "He has his own choice, don't worry about him."

"Alas...!" Ji Xiaoxiao sighed deeply, but never left, standing there and looking at the flames.

Ding Ermiao had no choice but to accompany him, but his face was indifferent, as if he was staying out of the matter.

The beggars had no shame or compassion, they sang and danced around the flames, cheering and celebrating, as if they were enjoying a barbecue feast.

After a long time, the flame went out.

Before the ashes were even cold, the beggars swarmed in and looked for the relics in the ashes.

"Found it, found the relic!" A beggar cheered.

But then, more beggars gathered around, punching and kicking them and fighting for it.

For a time, the scene turned into a mess, with people lying on their backs and countless casualties.The ashes of the fire are rising, and the smoke is everywhere...

Suddenly, the city gate behind them opened wide, and a pair of monk soldiers swarmed out with swords and sticks in hand, forcefully driving away the beggars.

The beggars immediately couldn't resist and retreated to both sides, then knelt on the ground on both sides.However, there are also some people who were seriously injured due to stampeding and beating. They have difficulty moving and are slowly struggling to crawl to the roadside.

"The Dharma King is out on patrol, why don't you stay away from the dirty beggars?" The leading monk soldier beat him randomly with his stick.Several seriously injured beggars were picked up a few feet away by sticks and fell to the ground, killing them on the spot.

His Majesty?Ding Ermiao and Ji Xiaoxiao both turned to look at the city gate.

Behind the team of monks and soldiers, a large sedan was carried out from the city gate, covered with yellow cloth, fragrant flowers bloomed, and Sanskrit sounds came in bursts.

"What kind of heaven, what kind of Buddhism! There is no compassion at all, and this Dharma King is not a good thing!" Ji Xiaoxiao shook his head repeatedly.

Who knew that the leader of the monk soldiers had extremely good ears and had already heard Ji Xiaoxiao's words. He turned around and shouted, "Who are you? How dare you talk nonsense without kneeling down and kowtowing before the Dharma King!"

While he was talking, the leader of the monk soldiers had already leaped into the air, swung his stick and hit Ji Xiaoxiao on the head.

Ji Xiaoxiao sneered, suddenly drew out his sword, and swung it around.After the shadows of flowers filled the sky, the long stick in the monk soldier's hand turned into sawdust all over the ground.

The leader of the monk soldiers was not afraid. He roared and bumped into Ji Xiaoxiao with his bald head.He is as powerful as a mad tiger, completely disregarding life and death.

"Don't be angry, don't be arrogant." A calm voice suddenly came from inside the big yellow cloth sedan.

The leader of the monk soldiers froze for a moment, then retreated to the sedan chair, lowered his head and clasped his hands together, saying: "Yes, I will obey the will of the Dharma King."

Ji Xiaoxiao snorted and looked at the sedan door coldly.

There was a curtain on the sedan door, but the curtain was not raised. The calm voice inside asked: "Who is on the roadside? Where is the good man and woman?"

He asked like this, not knowing whether he was asking the leader of the monk soldiers or Ji Xiaoxiao and Ding Ermiao.

Ji Xiaoxiao smiled and asked, "Who is in the sedan? The bald monk from which mountain and temple?"

"How dare you speak to the Dharma King like this!" the leader of the monk soldiers shouted angrily, and wanted to use violence again.

"Quit your anger and be patient." The person in the sedan stopped his anger and said with a smile: "It's not wrong to say that I am a bald monk. I haven't seen a stranger in many years. Isn't it fate that we meet today? Come on. , get off the sedan and lift the curtain for me!"

The big sedan immediately landed on the ground, and maids on both sides came forward and gently lifted the soft cloth curtains on the opposite side.

"What a big score." Ji Xiaoxiao still sneered.

When the sedan door opened, a middle-aged monk with a solemn appearance, wearing a red cassock, slowly walked out of the sedan.

"Two donors, I don't know where they came from?" His Majesty walked up to Ding Ermiao and Ji Xiaoxiao, put his hands together in salute, and looked respectful.

"Come from where you are and go where you are going. Great monk, what is your name? Are all the people here under your jurisdiction?" Ji Xiaoxiao asked calmly.

"The great monk is called Wangbei, and everyone here calls me Wangbei Dharma King. Everyone within a radius of three thousand miles of this city is my subject." The monk said with a smile.

"Bastard Dharma King? What a good name." Ji Xiaoxiao sneered.

The Dharma King was not angry, but smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, it's just a name. I would like to ask you two, do you think these beggars are pitiful because of the injustice you just said?"

"It's not pitiful, but hateful and pitiful. Aren't the Eight Dharma Kings all in the Buddhist world, the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss? Why are there so many people here who are difficult to save?" Ji Xiaoxiao asked.

"It's not that they can't be saved, but they are not worthy of saving, and they are destined to fall into the sea of ​​suffering." Dharma King Wang Bei said.

Ding Ermiao, who had been silent for a long time, asked at this time: "The old monk who was burned to death by the beggars just now is also destined to fall into the sea of ​​fire?"

"It's good, it's good. That's because the old monk's merits are not enough. He died in this lesson and he can't blame others." The Dharma King clasped his hands and said: "There are some things here that you may not know. If you are interested, I can explain it slowly. "

"I would like to hear the details, please tell me." Ding Ermiao raised his hand.

(End of this chapter)