The Spirit World

Chapter 196 Buddha’s Heart
I ran with the dragon bone in my arms, trying to find a "clean" place to bury Elaine's only "relic".

The wizard stopped me, and I had no choice. My eyes had turned horribly red. Blue the chipmunk was trembling with fear and didn't want to run after me.

I was "caught" by him.

But he was not killed.

He told me not to move.

I asked the wizard why he was so cruel to kill Elaine. I didn't know that I was angry.

He didn't answer me, but just put the talisman on my forehead and started chanting.

The golden scepter was shining as expected, and the Sanskrit was spinning on his body. The light veil of his bamboo hat was blown up by the wind, and his face did not look very old, but rather a handsome look with a sense of vicissitudes. This handsomeness did not match his eyes. If his eyes were intact, I have every reason to believe that his pupils would also be very beautiful.

As he chanted the spell, the resentment on the dragon bones slowly left my body, and I slowly returned to my original state.

So,
I am weak.

It's back.

He stopped the spell immediately because I was afraid of the spell. If I was not careful, I would be destroyed by his powerful spell. He seemed to know that. So, he saved my little demon life at that moment.

I don't know why, but my image of him, furious and cold, piercing Elaine's heart, was distorted.

"I can't help it." He began to speak.

It seems like you are answering the question I just asked.

No way?

What is the answer? How can there be no way out of his power? Why is there no way out? Wouldn't it be fine if he just put down his "butcher knife"?

Although I don’t understand Buddhism very well, Buddha does not kill, isn’t that the case? How can there be no solution?

"If she had waited a little longer, it would have been fine." The mage placed the dragon bone in place, held it down with a golden magic circle, and began to slowly dig the soil.

It's strange that someone with such great magical powers has to dig the soil with his hands.

"Little demon, come and help me." He said softly, took off his bamboo hat and rolled up his sleeves. His cassock was dragging on the ground, and he took it off and placed it on the ground.

"Okay..." The talisman on my head was not taken off. When it comes to digging soil, I am the best. After all, my hands are not afraid of pain at all. This kind of thing, which will grow out as long as you apply force casually, has no value at all.

He called me a little monster.

But I don't know how to call him.

I can't call him a monk, I can only call him a master. If possible, I can add "adult" before the title to show that I am not daring to act rashly.

The soil was dug up by my newly grown hands. I was better than a groundhog. No matter how deep it was, I could dig it out. On this originally plain hill, the soil was too soft. I could dig as deep as I wanted.

He and I didn't have much to talk about, and he wouldn't watch me dig the hole. He would just carry the soil away even more silently.

I think when he put the soil on the other side and lifted up the soil, he actually felt some inexplicable piety. I could no longer tell whether he was really blind or pretending to be blind.

"When she killed the first person, I had no way to plead for her." He blurted out this sentence suddenly, as if he was confessing something.

There are only two of us here.

He was speaking to me, of course.

"Really..." I paused for a moment. I really didn't think I heard clearly what he said...because the underground is too far away from the ground.

You plead for her...

I do not understand.

I dug faster than I did just now.

"She wanted to die..." His voice reached underground, and this time I could hear it clearly. I couldn't dig any further.

"Why?" I looked up. The mottled sunlight shone into the woods and then into the small hole that could accommodate my body. I could only see a round light cake. I think I was hungry.

"Because of love..." His voice was still very soft, echoing in the cave.

I was stunned by this word of love.

like……

She didn't want to live.
Just because of love.

The word love is not unfamiliar to me. Qiu and that human woman can also be said to be in love.

Human love.

Such selfishness will make it so that the autumn that belongs to everyone will never come back.

"Little monster!" He shouted at me loudly and threw a round object into the hole.

I got the biscuits as I wished. Those thin biscuits with scallion oil should be his daily rations. "Thank you..." I didn't say the other word, but sat down slowly. I didn't even think that he would bury me, because I already knew that he would not be such a person.

I sat in the deep hole I had dug and looked at the traces of soil. Where my hands had dug, there were paw prints. I followed the paw prints and saw that the hole was very deep.

The scallion pancake smells very good, and the aroma is so fragrant that it even starts to float up slowly in the hole. Human food is not very appetizing to me, but in this case, this scallion pancake really makes me feel delicious and sweet.

"I do not know what to do."

He repeated the same sentence again.

I can probably understand his helplessness.

"Because of love?" I half-jokingly said, "Buddha also has love?"

Isn’t love worldly? I heard from Grandma Chun that Buddhists emphasize detachment from the worldly world, which is their sea of ​​suffering.

"Buddha's love is great love..." He seemed to start scooping up soil again. I stood up and put the scallion pancake that I had not finished eating into my clothes.

That's only half of it.

"Little monster... do you hate me?"

I heard him sigh softly.

"Don't hate."

My voice echoed in the cave, and he should have heard it clearly.

"I know her... but we don't know each other..." I continued: "Elian and Qiu had a good time, but it wasn't me... I was just a little monster, not worthy of the dragon's attention. Her death was her death..." I threw away the rotten arms and grew a new pair. There are already many pairs here. When they rot, they will become soil. From the moment they leave my body, they are destined to be soil.

"So that's how it is." His somewhat relieved voice came from above. In fact, I was wondering why he cared so much about her death. In my opinion, Elaine did do something wrong. If she massacred the whole village, then she would naturally be guilty of a sin that could not be washed away by humans, even if the dragon could not care about this.

I found that I could understand the Master's helplessness a little bit. If the Master, as a human being, had not stopped Elaine, his Buddha would have ended up in a dead end and a sea of ​​suffering.

He said that his affinity with Buddhism was shallow, and I think that might be true.

Even if he wanted to forgive Elaine, the villagers would not agree. I think it was not that he did not have the courage to go forward, but that he was just a little confused.

If Buddha cannot help him solve the confusion of the conflict between the two species, then demons, humans, and dragons are all just sentient beings that are excluded from Buddha's fate.

The only thing that makes me regretful is probably this: I can't think for him, I can't figure this matter out for him.

I think his eyes are not bright enough. Even though he has seen everything, the world that has blinded him is still on his mind.

I dug very deep, until when I looked up I saw that there was only a tiny hole left of the cake.

I quickly climbed up along the small steps I had left, and I saw him throw down the dragon bone that was already glowing with golden light. It seemed that he did more things while he was up there.

The dragon's skeleton fell into the mud, as if it had fallen into an abyss, and dark soil was scattered on it like sand.

I watched him lift a handful of dirt with both hands and slowly bury it. I had only heard of this kind of thing in Granny Chun's story. He nodded so devoutly and scattered the dirt in the cave, as if burying his own confusion.

I followed his example, holding up the pile of dirt with both hands, and nodded with my eyes closed.

I think Elaine will always be a friend I know, so let me say goodbye to her slowly.

When the last handful of soil was covered, he picked up the golden scepter and placed the golden base of the scepter on that spot. The soil slowly closed up, and the ground was suddenly intact. A swastika on it was like a nail driven straight into the ground.

I was naturally a little surprised.

"Little monster...thank you very much..." He bowed to me. I was a little flustered and could only scratch my head embarrassedly.

"That's nothing. I was going to do something like this anyway."

"We meet by destiny..." He removed the amulet from my forehead, and I felt a very warm breath.

There is also the fragrance of soil.

He put on his cassock and a gauze hat.

"Maybe. See you again if we're lucky." I put my hands behind my back. I'm very short, so he had to squat down to take off the talisman.

I think today's wind...is also starting to get so warm.

Granny Chun said that the spring of Wenti County was coming and would never leave.

I think so.

I looked at his back.

Leave slowly.

You know what? I've never met a man...so gentle.

He naturally understands Buddhism better than I do.
Buddha is in his heart, and also not in his heart.

(End of this chapter)