After breaking up, I picked up a beautiful vampire girl

"...Amitabha, female donor, the evil spirit in your body is very strong. If you add more killing karma, I am afraid you will never be able to escape this sinking state and seek liberation."

"Why...please...for relief, I...can kill...everything..."

She slowly stopped and turned back to look at the monk with an empty and soulless look.

The monk clasped his hands together and said calmly: "If you see that all forms are not forms, then you see the Tathagata. All forms are empty, and the former is also empty."

The girl didn't understand what the monk was saying at all. She tilted her head, then turned around and continued walking towards the Buddhist hall.

The monk did not give up. He slowly followed the girl and continued: "The Heart Sutra says: 'Form is not different from emptiness, and emptiness is not different from color; form is emptiness, and emptiness is form.' Although the donor has the power of thousands of years of practice but his heart is not open, then It’s like closing your eyes and not seeing the light of the sun and the moon.”

"...The heart is not open? I...have no heart."

"No." The monk said softly, "The Surangama Sutra says: 'Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand; there is nothing in the first place, so where can the dust be caused?' Everything in the world comes from the heart, and the heart produces all the phenomena to illuminate it. If the benefactor's heart is clear and clear in the mirror, it will naturally reflect the true self, but now, the female benefactor, you have too much murderous karma to see into your heart."

"..."

The girl was no longer interested in the monk. She walked into the Buddhist hall and walked towards the Buddha statue.

The monk's eyes were closed tightly, his lips moved slightly, and he recited ancient and sacred Buddhist scriptures devoutly.

The air seemed to be filled with the vibration of his voice, and even time was frozen by this peaceful and mysterious melody.

And the white cat was completely frightened at this moment.

It originally thought it could find a sense of security in the vast and compassionate aura of the Buddha; however, at this time, it found itself on the edge of an unknown and terrifying situation.

The little body was curled up in the corner and trembling - the slight breathing contained deep uneasiness about the future fate.

But the girl didn't pick up the knife and chop as it thought.

Instead, he slowly looked at the knife in his hand, and then looked up at the Buddha statue.

It seemed that at this moment, something affected her mind.

"...How about peeking into your mind...reciting...reciting sutras?"

The girl turned her head and looked at the man who was kneeling - he was sitting on the futon as peacefully as a mountain. After hearing the girl's voice, the monk slowly opened his eyes.

"Practice is not just about chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name." The monk's previous silence was interrupted by the girl's question and he said, "You also need to understand your mind and see your nature."

The girl clenched the hilt of the knife in her hand and looked at the monk again, looking at the Buddha statue. In this place full of incense, the balance slowly tipped to the other side. "Practice...clear your mind and see your nature..." she murmured and repeated without making any immediate move.

The monk stood up slowly, came to the girl's side, and stood side by side with her, facing the Buddha statue.

Finally, he looked at the girl, and then clasped his hands together. The girl didn't know why, but at this moment she gently let go of the knife, and then imitated the monk's way of clasping her hands and facing the Buddha statue.

"Infinite Life Buddha..."

The monk lowered his head slightly, as if he was guiding the girl.

The girl also slowly lowered her head to the Buddha statue, and her hoarse and deep voice slowly said: "... Infinite... Longevity Buddha."

But just as she finished speaking, she heard a clicking sound.

The Buddha statue in front of them had a crack starting from the head, and the crack continued to spread to the base...

The monk's body began to tremble. He didn't understand why even the Buddha couldn't control this girl's evil spirit...

Who is she... and what has she done...

The girl raised her eyes slightly and looked at the cracked Buddha statue without any reaction. She just turned around slowly without even taking the knife. She was just like when she came, limping when the monk was shocked. The earth left this temple.

Chapter 217 The whole life is in ruins

After that night, the cat demon temporarily stayed in this dilapidated temple. Firstly, it felt that the monk had saved it and it should repay him. Secondly, it was worried that the crazy woman was still nearby. If it ran into her as soon as it left, wouldn't it be an unjust death?

Of course, the cat demon didn't think that this temple could control that woman.

According to the monk's murmur that night, the woman just recited the words "Amitayus Buddha" and had the Buddha statue shatter into pieces. This shows that even the Buddha could hardly suppress her evil aura.

As for how to repay the monk, the cat demon would go out hunting every day and bring back some rabbits, foxes and the like for the monk. I thought the monk would be very happy because he could eat meat after all.

But the monk seriously educated the cat demon.

Of course the cat demon was not convinced. If you don't eat it, I will eat it. It bit the corpses into pieces and swallowed them in front of the monk. The monk was so angry that he trembled all over, but he still didn't drive it away.

In this way, the cat demon lay on the palm of the broken Buddha statue and fell asleep peacefully every day, with the monk's chanting echoing in his ears day after day. At night, the cat demon would sneak out quietly to check on the crazy man. The woman was still there, and she wanted to look for any human beings who could replenish her energy.

Later, it discovered that the monk would leave the ruined temple every other day with the old alms bowl. It was curious, so it followed him all the way, and then saw the monk going from house to house, reciting blessings for people in exchange for some leftovers.

The cat demon secretly laughed at the monk and followed him. Once, on a whim, the cat demon suddenly used his own power to trip up the monk on his way back. He fell hard to the ground, and all the leftovers in the alms bowl spilled out.

Originally, the cat demon thought that the monk would be so angry that he would curse, because this was his daily ration. It had never seen the monk angry before, so it was strange.

But what I didn't expect was that the monk just sighed. He slowly knelt on the ground, gently picked up the cold rice and put it back into the alms bowl.

And the cat demon suddenly discovered that the monk was crying.

It’s really useless! ! It’s just a cold meal! This makes me cry! It’s useless!

The cat demon stamped his feet in anger, while feeling a twinge of guilt in his heart.

That day, the monk returned to the temple. He took out the small bowl specially used to feed the cat demon, and put the clean rice that was not stained into the cat demon's bowl, while he mixed the rice with the soil, sand and gravel. I ate the rice I picked up from the mud with relish.

The cat demon never eats the things given by the monk. It can hunt on its own, eat meat and drink blood, so why should it eat these dross?

But this time, without saying a word, it slowly walked to the broken bowl and started eating.

It doesn't taste good, it tastes bad, it has no taste.

Although it kept cursing in its heart, it did not stop. One person and one cat sat in front of the Buddha statue. After eating two bites, they looked at each other. The cat demon found that there were tears in the corners of the monk's eyes, but it was more after seeing himself after eating. a kind of relief.

From that day on, the cat demon stopped hunting, but the monk's alms became more and more difficult.

The war is getting more and more intense, and even travelers who pass by occasionally say that the dynasty is about to change. The new king will grant amnesty to the world when he ascends the throne. When the prosperous age comes, the people will live and work in peace and contentment.

The monk just bowed his head slightly to offer blessings to the travelers.

He couldn't see any peaceful times, all he saw was more and more corpses strewn across the land.

Amidst the flames of war, there was nowhere to sleep. The villages near the ruined temple were affected one after another. The cat demon could not tell whether those people were soldiers or bandits. They robbed and committed all kinds of evil. If it were not for the fact that this ruined temple was so shabby, I am afraid this place would not have escaped their clutches either.

The monk has been unable to achieve fate.

But he still goes out every day to pray for those nameless corpses.

The cat demon was still following him, but now it was not for pranks, but to ensure that the idiot monk could return to the temple.

A large-scale war broke out nearby, and the shouts and roars lasted for five days and five nights. Even the cat demon was frightened by this murderous aura and shivered in the monk's arms.

But the monk seemed not to be affected by any external force, and he still chanted the Buddha's name, but there were no rosary beads in his hands. The rosary beads had been taken away by the soldiers, and even the alms bowl was broken. He seemed to have not eaten for two days. , the already thin body looked even more depressed at this moment.

He seemed to have aged ten years in the past six months.

The next day, the war subsided, and the monk left the temple again with the bamboo hat. Although the cat demon was a little uneasy, after all, in such a large-scale battlefield, even when the war was about to subside, the evil aura filled with the aura of death and killing was still like A haze hung over the messy wreckage that could not dissipate for a long time.

The monk came to the battlefield and faced the tragic scene in front of him. He did not make a sound, but silently let out a heavy sigh. Then he knelt down beside the unknown martyrs and murmured scriptures in the hope of praying for them. Deliver salvation and lead the dead out of the sea of ​​suffering.

The white cat accompanying him seemed quite nervous at first, but as time passed, this nervousness was gradually replaced by boredom. It lazily curled up on the old monk's shoulder and gradually fell asleep.

However, at this moment, the white cat seemed to sense something abnormal, suddenly woke up, and his eyes widened.

It was shocked to find that the corpses of the soldiers who should have been sleeping were standing up at this moment - no, that was not the resurrection of the body, but their souls breaking free from their silent bodies and appearing like ghosts.

These dead souls each showed different states, some looked confused and helpless, some were crying in grief, some were roaring with anger, and some were full of fear.

As the old monk recited the scriptures, a calm force quietly spread, and the emotions of some living souls were gradually soothed. They slowly knelt down on the ground, and finally their figures gradually faded until they disappeared without a trace. All this seemed particularly shocking and solemn on the silent battlefield.

But the monk seemed unable to see those living souls. He just prayed for these tragic people.

So of course he couldn't see the scene that made the cat demon tremble all over.

Under the gaze of the cat demon, the struggling and hesitant souls not far away are facing another kind of doomsday.

The girl in ragged clothes and covered in blood picked up a long sword from nowhere in her hand. Every time she passed a soul, she would cut off its soul with the sword, and then these souls would be like kites with broken strings. Pan whined and turned into dust.

She has no compassion for those souls. Taking them seems to be part of her survival instinct, as natural as three meals of water a day.

In an instant, her stern figure appeared next to the monk and the cat demon.

She lowered her head slightly, and her eyes fell on the monk who was still chanting sutras with his eyes closed, and the trembling cat demon, clinging tightly to the monk's shoulder.

There was no expression on her face, and her pupils seemed to be unable to see anything in the world. Finally, she said in a hoarse voice: "The time...has not yet come."

After that, she didn't stop for much, and walked straight around the monk, towards the souls waiting to be harvested behind him.

"...the time...has not yet come."

Then he bypassed the monk and walked towards the other souls behind him.

Seeing this scene, the cat demon's whole body trembled more violently, like leaves in the cold wind.

It couldn't help but shudder to think, who is that woman? She is neither human nor monster, and even more, she does not feel like a living entity.

The woman's existence is as if she came to the world to harvest the souls of life that are about to pass away. From the day of her birth, she is destined to play this ruthless role.

Chapter 218 Floating Life Thousand Leaves

In the days that followed, the cat demon saw that the monk's body was getting worse day by day. It began to go out for the monk, and still used this kitten's body to find food. It knew that the monk would not eat the prey it hunted, so it went to dig some Weeds, pick some wild fruits.

This idiot has starved himself to this point. If he had known, he should have eaten him in the first place! It’s all like this now! It's not delicious at all. You have to fatten it up before eating it!

It persuaded itself to do the work of taking care of the monk day after day, but even so, the monk's end seemed to be approaching.

On this day, the monk did not chant sutras. This was the first time in several years that the monk was still lying on the shabby straw mat near noon.

The cat demon took advantage of the opportunity. It jumped up and down on the monk, and its meowing sound was full of ridicule to the monk.

You idiot can also stay in bed! Usually he would scold me if I slept a little longer! How about now! You're staying in bed too! Humph, I really can’t do anything about you. Since you want to sleep, let me let you sleep for a while!

"Ahem, Xiaobai."

The monk slowly opened his eyes. His brows were full of haggardness and weakness. His skinny fingers gently touched the cat demon's furry forehead, and his words were filled with firmness and compassion.

Who is Xiaobai! Don't give people random names!

Although he was cursing in his heart, the cat demon still allowed the monk to touch his head.

"I know you are not an ordinary animal... I knew you were a monster on the first day you came here, but when you entered the Buddhist hall, you are destined to be with me, the Buddha. After so many years, Xiaobai...have you ever let go of the murderous karma in your heart?"

......

The white cat froze for a moment, then jumped lightly onto the monk's chest.

"You know that I am a monster, but you are not afraid at all? Killing karma? Humph, I rely on killing karma to practice. How can I survive in this world if I put aside killing karma?"

The monk responded slowly: "Xiao Bai, the way to survive is not just killing. The purpose of practice is to get rid of obsessions, not to be trapped by obsessions. Look at the mountains, rivers and trees in this world, they are born in heaven and earth In the meantime, you don’t ask for anything from others, but you still live endlessly. Everything has its own meaning and value. As a monster, you also have your own path. If you can understand your heart and see your nature, and let go of killing, your power will be It will become purer and more powerful.”

He panted slightly, his fingers still clinging to the soft fur of the cat demon: "I was once lost in the world of mortals, holding a sharp blade and killing decisively. It wasn't until I encountered Buddhism that I realized that all evil stems from the greed, anger and ignorance in my heart. Now that I have reached the end of my life, I hope you can understand this truth, free yourself, and become truly powerful."

"...Hmph, you'd better take care of yourself..."

The cat demon looked at the monk's dying appearance, and for some reason, his heart felt as unbearable as if he was being strangled by a knife.

The monk's eyes gradually became softer and far-reaching. He tried his best to open his tired eyelids and look at the cat demon who had been with him for many years.

At this time, he was exhausted, but his heart was still as firm as ever.

"Xiao Bai, you have always been by my side, watching me chant sutras and worship Buddha. Maybe you wonder why I would accept a monster as a companion. In fact, I have already seen that you are extraordinary and that your power is far beyond that of ordinary people. It can be understood. However, power is not only used for killing, its true meaning lies in understanding and guidance."

"...Then you, get up! Chant sutras and recite Buddha! If you don't recite Buddha! I will kill people! I, I will kill many people! A lot! I don't want to listen to your nonsense! Get up ! As usual! Recite sutras! I will find food for you! Just recite sutras!"

The monk's fingers rubbed the cat demon's furry head, and he continued in a weak but clear voice: "I am about to leave, but just leaving this body for a short time does not mean that I have given up on you. Xiaobai, I promise you , when you can really see your own strength, recognize your own nature, abandon killing, and find inner peace and wisdom, I will wait for you in another world, personally come to guide you, and step into a higher level together. The path of spiritual practice at different levels.”

The cat demon couldn't understand the monk's words, but it understood what the monk meant.

He is leaving, but not forever. What does it mean...will he come to pick me up then? Does this mean he will come back one day? Human beings are so strange... It's just that they haven't eaten, why are they like this after only a few days?

Boom——

Dark clouds gradually enveloped the sky, and an unexpected rainstorm suddenly fell.

The cat demon slowly jumped off the monk's body. It had to find food. It was really troublesome. This monk didn't eat meat, he was a picky eater!

When leaving the ruined temple, the cat demon looked back at the monk one last time.

"Wait for me, you damn bald man. I'll bring the food back soon. After you eat, get up and recite sutras! Don't be lazy!"

After saying these words, the cat demon jumped lightly and climbed over the broken outer wall of the ruined temple.