My enemies became my companions

Chapter 182 Everyone who comes will die

Money can make the world go round.

One thousand taels of gold are right in front of them. No matter how dangerous it is, there is no shortage of desperate people.

With a punch, a martial artist's face shattered in front of Chen Yi's eyes.

"Please recite the mantra for rebirth."

As Chen Yi was speaking, another knife attacked from behind.

As if he knew anything about it, he raised his hands, crossed over the blade, grabbed the killer's arm, and twisted it casually. The sound of dislocated bones was heard along with a scream, and then the killer's head fell heavily to the ground in panic.

The head was shattered and blood was oozing out. All the wanderers in the inn were terrified.

The eminent monk from the Western Regions looked at the bloody scene and shook his head.

The mad sutra master banged his cane as if he was thirsty for blood, and then he really started chanting the mantra for rebirth:

"Namo Amitabha Night, Duotagadu Night..."

The Sanskrit chanting of the Rebirth Mantra was heard and blood was flowing quietly. The scene before their eyes shocked everyone and made them confused.

Inside the small inn, several people stood up.

The three men besieged Chen Yi from different directions.

One of the killers raised his stick, shouted, and was about to hit him hard.

Chen Yi didn't even draw his knife, but just used Qi to twist his stick, then swept it with his whip kick, breaking through the air with a loud bang, and the whole person flew backwards, smashing a wooden table and the dishes into pieces.

The barbarians at the table didn't even dare to breathe.

Another man came with a knife in hand. He was quite fast and was carefully looking for an opportunity to attack. Finally, when Chen Yi's raised leg had not yet fallen, he chopped him down fiercely from top to bottom.

But in Chen Yi's eyes, he was too slow.

There are only a few people in the world who have such superb lightness skills as Zhang Xuqu. The speed of the Tongbei Divine Ape was so fast that Chen Yi could only catch a residual image. The person in front of him seemed to be extremely fast, but under the Shangqing Heart Method, it was no different from slow motion.

So, before the knife was swung halfway, Chen Yi's fingers had already twisted the blade. The latter's eyes almost popped out. He saw a huge force coming, and Chen Yi actually twisted the trajectory of the knife, causing the blade to hit his throat.

Another martial artist died on the spot.

The last killer was so frightened that he dropped the weapon in his hand and rushed out.

He had just taken a step over the threshold when, the next second, a chopstick pierced his calf from behind like a soul-stealing arrow.

He struggled to crawl forward, but a foot stepped on him from behind.

Chen Yi stepped on his head on the ground, and the latter's eyeballs almost bulged out.

"I saw your badge. You are from the Annan Palace, right?"

"Your humble servant, Yang Fan, spare my life, spare my life!"

Yang Fan's head was half sunk into the mud, and he patted the ground begging for mercy.

The swordsman in the bamboo hat slowly pulled the chopstick out of his calf, and Yang Fan let out a roar like a pig being slaughtered.

"Do you know why I spared your life?"

Yang Fan said quickly: "Master Chen is very generous..."

Before he could finish his words, his head sank further into the mud.

"Don't flatter me. I'm saving your life just to ask you for a favor."

His voice was calm and playful.

Yang Fan panted in the mud, and his hesitant voice seemed to be asking, "What can I do for you?"

"Please tell her something,"

He groaned for a moment.

"Everyone who comes will die."

…………………………After Chen Yi turned around and returned to the inn, most of the martial artists inside had run away. Yin Tingxue sat there obediently, and when Chen Yi came in, she took a deep breath with a hiss.

Chen Yi smiled and touched her head.

Two monks walked over slowly. The mad sutra master looked mesmerized by the scene of slaughter, while the eminent monk from the Western Regions had a bitter look on his face and shook his head and sighed.

The Western Regions monk looked around and sighed, "Namo our teacher Sakyamuni Buddha, the donor only needs to be vigilant, why do you commit murder without permission?"

Buddhist disciples must avoid committing sins of killing. The greater the sin of killing, the harder it is to achieve Nirvana. The saying "put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha instantly" sounds easy, but it is actually very difficult.

Having met this unknown Western Regions monk many times, Chen Yi naturally respected such a person, but despite his respect, he still said:

"If you give in, they will bully you. If you don't take ruthless action, they will keep coming. So we have to kill the King of Annan's men until they are afraid and tremble at the mention of your name."

The eminent monk from the Western Regions thought about it for a moment. He naturally understood this principle, but he did not agree with it. He just sighed and chanted a Buddhist chant.

The Crazy Scripture Master laughed, patted Chen Yi on the shoulder and said:
"Okay, well said, that's it.

"You are a very perceptive kid, so you deserve to be killed, and you need to kill more! Your words are in line with Buddhism, and they are the 'destroying thieves' in Buddhism!"

The Western Regions monk shook his head and kept saying:

“It is the thief in the heart that needs to be defeated, not the thief in the mountain.”

After hearing this, the crazy sutra teacher scratched his head and found that it seemed to be the truth, so he stopped talking.

The Western Regions monk turned to look at Chen Yi and said:

“Although I come from the Western Regions, I have always admired the Central Plains.

The principle of Buddhism is that killing someone is like killing yourself, so you must stop killing. If you use the knife to attack someone else, it will sooner or later fall on yourself. It is also for this reason that there are many sayings in the world that Taoism and martial arts cannot be practiced together, but there is no saying that Buddhism and martial arts cannot be practiced together.

I think you don't have any killing intentions, and you are not a bloodthirsty person. Why don't you put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha right now?"

While the monk was speaking, Yin Tingxue looked at Chen Yi. Would someone like her boyfriend really put down his butcher knife one day?

Chen Yi looked at the Western Regions monk, intentionally avoiding him, and laughed:

"I have already put down the butcher knife in my heart. The so-called killing is just cutting into the air."

The Western Regions monk pondered for a moment, then laughed and said:

"What you said makes sense, but that is not what you really meant."

意…

Familiar words.

Chen Yi felt a little disappointed. Zhou Yitang said that he had no intention of using sword, and Zhang Xuqu also said that he had not realized his intention. Even the eminent monk from the Western Regions in front of him said that he had no intention.

Speaking of which, I have been stuck at the fifth level for a long time. The biggest difference between the fifth level and the fourth level is the intention. People often talk about a sword breaking all laws. How can a sword break all laws? It is because there is intention in the sword.

So what exactly is the meaning that you want to realize?
Thinking of this, Chen Yi couldn't help but ask: "I want to ask, what exactly is this thing?"

The Crazy Sutra Master spoke first: "Like what the verse says: The body is like a bodhi tree, the mind is like a bright mirror, always wipe it diligently, do not let it attract dust! This is the meaning, you are like a bodhi tree, like a bright mirror, sharpen and wipe it, and finally you will realize it."

"This is wrong." The eminent monk from the Western Regions shook his head.

"What's wrong?" The crazy sutra master seemed dissatisfied.

I only heard the monk say calmly:
“This statement comes from your Zen Buddhism, but your Zen patriarch Huineng went a step further: There is no Bodhi tree, nor is there a mirror stand. There is nothing at all, so where can dust gather?
The so-called intention is neither real nor false, and neither exists nor does it exist. "

The crazy sutra teacher was stunned, and then the Buddha sang: "Namo Amitabha, this is a good saying."

As the voices sang and responded, tiny snowflakes fell, disappearing in a flash after a quick glance.

Yin Tingxue subconsciously tilted her ear to listen and heard Zen.

Chen Yi stood there, still puzzled.

Not what I meant.

(End of this chapter)