The first cause of all realms

Chapter 289 The Eyeless Monk in Black (Part [-])
Three rivers run through, nourishing tens of thousands of hectares of fertile fields, and mountains stretch, among which are more beautiful.

This should be a good place where people gather.

In fact, it was the same in the beginning. Along the mountains, three big rivers, and tens of thousands of hectares of fertile land, there are nine prosperous towns, where millions of people make a living.

pity……

The sun is just rising, but the sky and the earth are already hot.

This is already late autumn.

"Shut up!"

Yang Ju reined in his horse and stopped, looking into the distance from the bare hill.

The yellow sand is all over the sky, but there is no trace of green. The once-flowing river has only deep ravines, and there may be some puddles in some areas, but most of them have cracked.

The rolling mountains farther away are not half as beautiful as the green hills, and they are dark, which makes people feel pressured.

This is nothing, so this is the case in most places in Deyang Mansion at this time.

But in Yang Qiu's eyes, that was not the case.

When he saw the Yuanming Valley from a distance, Yang Jue suddenly had an impulse in his heart, and urged Tong You, instead of watching people, he looked at the stretching mountains.

Supernatural powers have levels, and the ability to communicate with the hidden world is not limited to observing people, but its level is too low, and it only stays at the superficial level of seeing sentient beings.

However, this doesn't mean that he can only watch people, and he can see more things under the pressure of trying his best and not stinging the load on his soul.

Just like at this time, under his extreme gaze, he faintly saw the inexplicable aura that he had glimpsed when he entered the soul.

These breaths come from the sky, from the earth, from the mountains, from the plains, from the mud and sand, from dead wood mosquitoes...

The gathering of strands and strands fills the entire world as far as the eye can see.

This scene was magnificent, immeasurable auras were intertwined, Yang Jue watched intently, he guessed what these auras must contain, but he couldn't figure it out.

Fortunately, his mind was not here, and he looked in the direction of Yuanminggu in the midst of his thoughts.

Boom~
In an instant, there seemed to be a thunder dragon rolling away from my ears, and the rumbling sound could not stop resounding.

Yang Jue resisted the drowsiness transmitted from the soul, and waited and watched again, but he saw a black patch in the distance, and the dark black air collapsed like a night, rolling continuously.

It was more like being touched, spreading in all directions, and covering himself with an extremely fierce posture.

An indescribable depression surged in his heart.

"Dark clouds overwhelm the top, an ominous omen!"

Abruptly withdrawing from the state of Tongyou, Yang Jue realized that his back was wet, and the biting chill came from nowhere, but it lingered.

It made his heart throb.

Danger!

Extremely dangerous!

Rolling Heisha covered the top of his head, which meant something self-evident. In an instant, Yang Qiu knew that he had come to the right place.

That Yuanming Valley is not a place of suspicion, but a real ghost...

"The source of the catastrophe is really in Yuanming Valley..."

Warden Yang let out a sigh of relief, with a solemn expression:
"It seems that it is really going to be born."

There was a severe drought in Deyang, and the news was artificially blocked for two years. This all shows that the people behind it are powerful and thoughtful.

Therefore, when he found the news of Yuanminggu in the six-door dossier, he didn't believe it.

The problem is getting worse.

The reason why the people behind released the news of Yuanming Valley is probably because the chief corpse among them is about to be born...

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Yang Jue turned his horse's head, and saw a small black shadow swaying in the distance. When he took a closer look, he turned out to be a skinny monk with a disheveled face.

"This monk..."

Yang Ju's eyes were strange, he urged the horse to come down the mountain, the dragon and the horse were strong and strong, they climbed over the mountains like flat ground, within a short time, they were within a hundred feet of the monk.

"Yang, benefactor Yang!"

The monk stopped a long time ago, he was happy when he saw someone riding a horse, and when he saw his face, his body suddenly froze, his tattered sleeve robe covered his face, and he turned his head.

"Little monk, what are you doing?"

Yang Jue dismounted from his horse, and approached quickly, the monk with a flirtatious face, isn't he abstaining from lust?
After leaving Qingzhou Mansion, the monk said that he was coming to Deyang Mansion for disaster relief. When Yang Yu arrived in Fucheng, he deliberately inquired about the monk's whereabouts, but he didn't find it.

"Benefactor Yang..."

Jie Se clasped his hands together, his face was a little ashamed.

He was really in a mess right now, in front of his old friend who was riding a dragon horse and dressed in brocade clothes, even he was a little embarrassed.

"You are this?"

Yang Ju's expression was strange, before he could ask, he heard the monk's stomach growl, he smiled dumbly, and handed over some dry food and water.

"Little monk..."

He didn't refuse. The monk was obviously very hungry. He swept away the dry food and water, and he let out a long sigh of relief after eating.

There is color on the face.

"It's rare for disaster relief to look like you."

Yang Ju shook his head, but guessed something.

This monk's martial arts are not bad, and he is also a member of the Sanguan. He is also solid in Buddhist martial arts. It is obvious that he will be reduced to such a level.

"Ugh……"

Hearing this, the monk sighed, it was not easy to connect, and his face was miserable.

He became a monk when he was young, and practiced in temples until he was 20 years old. Even though he had been in Qingzhou Mansion for half a year, when he arrived in Deyang Mansion, he was still extremely shocked.

Almost thought that he had arrived in the legendary hell.

"It's miserable, it's miserable..."

While rebooting, the circles of his eyes were a little red, and his mood fluctuated greatly.

It seemed that he hadn't seen anyone for several days, and he gradually became more talkative, talking about what he had seen and heard in the past six months, with a gloomy expression on his face.

"Natural disasters and man-made disasters are the cruelest."

Hearing him say, Yang Ju's mood was also a little depressed, but fortunately he has seen a lot these days, and his endurance has improved a lot, so I asked him why he fell to this point.

"The little monk went to Mulin Mansion by land, bought a boatload of food, and brought enough water, but walked for more than ten days without seeing a few living people..."

Rebooting sighed, talking about his own experience.

Later, he met a group of disaster victims in a ditch, donated food and water, and also explained the scriptures to them, spreading Buddhism along the way.

"In the beginning, it was okay, until the dry food gradually ran out..."

When it came to rebooting, I couldn't continue, and my eyes became darker and darker:

"Actually, when I first saw them, the poor monk knew that they killed and cannibalized people, but thinking about what he saw along the way, he knew that they were also trying to survive.

Originally, they thought that they could resolve their sins with the Dharma, but who would have thought that they would ask the poor monk to donate their flesh..."

This experience obviously had a big impact on rebooting.

He also participated in the relief of the victims in Qingzhou City, and once made achievements, but the hungry people in Deyang Mansion were completely different from those outside Qingzhou City.

One is seeing hope, the other is precarious.

"Buddhism is difficult to get rid of the empty stomach, you want to educate them, how can it be possible?"

Yang Ju shook his head in his heart, and was a little curious:

"Next, how did you do it?"

"so……"

Reboot let out a long sigh:
"I can't teach them, and the poor monk has no choice but to save them..."

Abstinence from sex but not killing.

This monk is not a stupid monk who has lost his mind. Yang Jue expressed sympathy, but he also sighed.

Yang Qiu, who has experienced extreme hunger, deeply understands this truth. At that point, all benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and faith, Buddhism, and morality are far less precious than a grass root.

"Can Buddhism really save all living beings?"

Looking at Yang Ji, he felt a little confused about rebooting.

For more than half a year, he has accomplished almost nothing, not saving a single person, and killing more than a hundred hungry people, and then, he himself almost starved to death in the wilderness.

The physical fatigue was far more painful than the confusion in his heart.

He clearly tried his best to help them, why...

"Does not."

Yang Jue answered very neatly.

"Amitabha……"

The complexion of rebooting became more and more miserable:

"What's the point of the poor monk's practice all these years?"

He became a monk when he was young, recited the Dharma for 20 years, asked himself and was devout to the Buddha, but in less than two years after he went down the mountain, he questioned the Dharma.

His heart was shaken.

"You are just a mortal body, how can you free yourself from the hardships of all beings?"

Seeing that the young monk's breath was low, Yang Jian could only comfort him:
"But in my opinion, saving all living beings is more like a great wish! It is similar to Confucianism's saying that "the goal is to benefit the world, but there is also a saying in Confucianism that 'if you are poor, you will be good for yourself'.

You are just a Buddhist student, and you are not the legendary Buddha. What are you thinking about saving sentient beings now?If you can't save all beings, save one first, wouldn't it work? "

For the three schools of Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism, Yang Ju has no preference or obvious likes and dislikes. The classics of these three schools are ultimately to persuade people to be good.

"Save one..."

Chewing on Yang Jue's words, Jie Lun's complexion looked better, and his breath also improved.

"Thank you, benefactor Yang, for clarifying the confusion. It's the little monk who has been hindered..."

When Jie Se clasped his hands together and bowed deeply to thank him, Yang Jue instead looked towards another part of the wilderness.

Looking around, the heartbeat of rebooting is just one beat.

This person is dressed in black, thin, lame, with a beardless face and no hair on his head. He is actually a monk?
"Another monk?"

Yang Ju squinted his eyes, but his heart was turbulent.

Through the formation of the mind and eyes, the six senses are born, the seclusion is penetrated into the soul, and the profound stone is smelted. His perception gradually increases, and within a radius of tens of feet, the sound of insects can be heard.

But the monk had already walked into his line of sight, and he couldn't even hear the sound of this person's heartbeat, breathing, or footsteps.

What's more, if he didn't take the initiative to show up, it is unknown that he could even get within ten feet of him.

For a martial artist like him, a distance of ten feet can be reached in the blink of an eye, and it is no different from face to face.

This monk is very dangerous.

"Amitabha."

Twenty feet away, the black-clothed monk stopped. He chanted the Buddha's voice and looked up, only to realize that he was actually blind, with no eyes in his dark eye sockets.

"A black-clothed eyeless monk?"

Yang Ju raised his eyebrows and recognized the person.

This monk's reputation is not small, of course, not a good reputation.

"Benefactor Yang recognizes him?"

"Naturally, the notorious Eyeless Monk is also famous on the Six Gates arrest list."

Yang Yu replied:

"It is said that this monk was also a good monk decades ago. He kept all the precepts strictly, chanting scriptures and chanting Buddha every day, accompanied by green lanterns, until one day, he went down the mountain.

Then, drink. "

"Drinking and breaking the precept, but it doesn't seem to be called notorious..."

Rebooting in a daze.

Of course monks must abide by the precepts, just like officials must abide by the law, but the laws of different countries are different, and the precepts that monks must observe in different temples and different sects are also very different.

Just like him at Fulong Temple, one must abide by the precepts at the beginning, but except for the fundamental precepts, the rest of the precepts do not completely restrict death.

Otherwise, he would not be able to 'overcome' the group of refugees before.

If drinking is notorious, then he is heinous...

"If you're just drinking, you can change it in the future, so you're a good monk. Unfortunately, this monk's drinking capacity is too bad..."

Yang Yu sneered:
"This monk, a family sleeping in the open, got drunk for some reason. After drinking, he actually killed the neighbor's chicken to eat. When the hostess of the neighbor came to ask, she first lied that she didn't have it, and then she became obsessed with sex and raped the hostess.

In this way, the monk violated the precepts of eating, killing, lying, and adultery in one day. "

"This……"

Rebooting wildly, I was speechless for a while.

"And then……"

"After that, the poor monk joined the Cuiming Building, and whenever he couldn't restrain himself from violating the precepts, he would kill a person."

The black-clothed monk put his hands together and looked at Yang Ju with his dark eyes:
"Also ask the benefactor to complete it."

　A little bit of Calvin, let's keep the second and fight the third today!

　
(End of this chapter)