Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 62: Evil Causes and Evil Consequences, That's All
"My child, all the mistakes are mother's fault. I am deeply sinful. You hurt yourself like this, you might as well let me die." Ye Erniang, who was repelled by the force, burst into tears.

"My lord, I am willing to take the blame for you. Please don't hurt yourself." The four sisters had just finished speaking when they were bound by four thornless vines.

"Karma is the cause, and its consequences are the result. For the past twenty years, I have been thinking about you and your son day and night. I know I have violated the great precepts, but I dare not confess to the monks."

Abbot Xuanci looked very sad:
"My child, I have committed a sin and tarnished the reputation of Shaolin. There is no need for you to atone for your sin."

At the same time, the Shaolin Temple and the other heroes had no idea who the young monk's biological father was, and their faces were filled with surprise.

If Xiao Yuanshan had not said before that he was an enlightened monk, I am afraid everyone's attention would have turned to the Zhennan King of the Duan family of Dali.

On the field, in the center.

The young monk who had cut off one hand and one foot had a calm expression, as if he was unaware of the injuries on his body. Even though he only had one foot left, he still stood firmly in the same place.

"Everything in the world is impermanent, and the cycle of birth and death continues endlessly. The Impermanence Sutra says, 'The earth, the sun, and the moon will all return in due time. Nothing has ever been swallowed up by impermanence.'"

Zhuang Bu Ran lowered his eyes, and his gentle voice spread far and wide:

"Everything, everyone, and everything in the world is constantly changing and arising."

"The same is true of a monk's temporary body; it's just a matter of time."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword turned in mid-air, another arm fell to the ground, and a stream of blood gushed out.

"Child, don't!"

Ye Erniang screamed heart-wrenchingly and wanted to move forward again, but when she was about ten feet in front of the young monk, she was knocked back by a force that could be controlled freely.

"Donor Ye, this monk's body was born because of you, and now I return it all to you." The young monk raised his eyes.

"Mother was wrong, really wrong." Ye Erniang stumbled and fell to the ground, tears streaming down her face.

"Don't hurt yourself anymore. It's all my fault. I committed all those sins. I will pay for it with my life."

"Master Ye, you should now be able to better understand the torture that families whose children were abducted endure."

The young monk said calmly:

"They say you don't feel pain unless a needle pricks your flesh. You should empathize with the suffering of others. Donor Ye clearly feels the same way, yet he inflicts even more pain on others."

"Just as the evil deeds of the past have brought about the evil consequences of today, the sins should be shared by the monk himself."

Abbot Xuanci's eyes were filled with sorrow:

"Xu Zhu, this is all my and your mother's fault. It has nothing to do with you. Why are you doing this?"

"Abbot, you have been a monk for many years, how come you are so clueless about something that even a humble monk understands?" the young monk said softly.
"The saying that all things are empty means that all things are produced by the combination of causes and conditions, and do not have a separate, fixed, or permanent existence."

"The so-called causality is real, that is, the law of causality, which has no substance, exists like a dream."

"So the arising and ceasing of conditions is cause and effect. Because of the cause, there is the effect. How can there be any talk of relatedness or irrelevance?"

"Well, since you're like that, every country has its own laws, and every family has its own rules."

"Xu Zhu left the temple without permission and repeatedly violated the precepts. Now he has cut off his own hands and feet as punishment for his sins. From today on, he will be exiled and return to secular life. He is no longer a Shaolin monk."

Abbot Xuanci looked at the Shaolin monks:
"Xuan Ci has violated a serious precept. As the abbot, his punishment will be doubled."

When he said this, he knelt on the ground and looked at the Buddha statue in the main hall of Shaolin Temple from afar.

Xuan Ji saw this and quickly said, "Senior Brother."

"Shaolin Temple has had a good reputation for many years. How can I let it be destroyed by my hands?" Xuan Ci stopped Xuan Ji from speaking and said in a verse:

"Life is full of desires and loves, full of troubles and sufferings, and liberation is joy!"

After he finished speaking, just as he was about to sever his own heart meridian, a long sword emerged from his heart. It was a long sword that broke through the air and penetrated from his back to his chest.

In an instant, everyone looked at the young monk with strange eyes.

"The monks don't care about the reputation of Shaolin, nor do they care whether this fake body lives or dies."

"The resentment of thousands of infants has already tarnished Shaolin's so-called good reputation. How can the abbot think that he can wipe out the blame by committing suicide?" Zhuang Bu Ran said calmly.
"How could someone who has committed such grave sins be worthy of committing suicide?"

"The monk might as well use his remaining body to send the abbot to hell. This is what karma means."

"If it is really an act of heaven, we can still escape it, but if it is one's own fault, we cannot escape it." Abbot Xuanci smiled bitterly, then collapsed to the ground, without a breath left.

"what!"

When Ye Erniang witnessed this scene, she became completely crazy and started screaming hysterically.

"From love arises fear, and from fear arises sorrow. If one is free from love, there is neither sorrow nor fear."

The young monk murmured something, and another long sword in front of him was struck out with great force, instantly piercing through Ye Erniang's body.

The scene immediately fell into a strange silence, and everyone looked at the monk with extremely complicated eyes.

Some people initially thought that this young monk still had a conscience and was willing to atone for the sins of his biological parents, and they couldn't help but feel less resentful towards him.

But seeing this scene that completely shattered his own sense of right and wrong, he couldn't help but curse:
"What an extremely vicious and cruel beast! He actually killed his father and mother!"

As soon as this person opened his mouth, it was like stirring up a hornet's nest. Countless people started cursing at the young monk.

"That's absolutely right. He's a beast in human form, his crimes are unforgivable!"

"He's simply a beast worse than pigs and dogs!"

"You are such a heartless person, you deserve to be struck by lightning!"

"Evil causes evil results, that's all."

Zhuang Bu Ran shouted softly, and actually suppressed the overwhelming insults.

"If you really can't stand monks, your life is at stake, come and take it!"

In an instant, everyone on the field looked at each other, and the atmosphere became a little awkward.

He discovered that even though the young monk had been badly injured, he could still make his head buzz with the inner energy he exhaled just by saying a few words.

This shows how profound this boy's skills are, he is simply inhuman.

If he rushed forward rashly, he would inevitably think of Xiao Feng's massacre at Juxian Manor. As the saying goes, past mistakes are always a lesson for the future, and he would not dare to act rashly.

"Haha, they are just a bunch of rats, how can they be considered heroes?"

Zhuang Bu Ran sneered and said:

"The monk is seriously injured, yet no one dares to take his life. How ridiculous!"

"I dare!"

The new leader of the Beggars' Sect, a man in a bamboo hat named Zhuang Juxian, seemed to have been patient for a long time and suddenly shouted.

He leaped into the air and rushed straight towards the young monk.

But he saw the left hand chopped out in the air, and the right palm followed with extreme swiftness. The force of the left palm was sent out first and arrived later, and the force of the right palm was sent out later and arrived first. The two forces intertwined forward, which was extremely strange, and there was an extremely strong and cold energy in both palms.

"what!"

When the man in the bamboo hat hit the young monk with both palms, he screamed for no reason, his arms dropped limply, and was even knocked back.

Zhuang Bu Ran took advantage of the situation and turned over, with a dragon roar all over his body. He kicked the man in the bamboo hat in the chest.

With a "bang", a human-shaped pit appeared on the ground.

I saw that the hat of the man in the bamboo hat had fallen off, revealing a face with bumps, red and black spots, and full of scars.

He vomited a large mouthful of blood and died.

The young monk landed on the ground and said something expressionlessly that puzzled everyone:
"Lick a dog can't die!"

(End of this chapter)