Black Myth: You and I are both destined

The little fox looked at this side hall. The Buddha statues were solemn and there were scriptures everywhere, but it was also a place where filth and dirt were hidden.

Bukong has been hiding here for many years, but his nature has not changed. What is the point of chanting Buddha's name?

She said to Monk Bukong.

"Empress Taishan conducts an examination every year, and those who are proficient in literature and science can become fox immortals." The little fox's voice was filled with a hint of helplessness: "I followed the Empress's teachings and only used the essence of the sun and the moon to practice, and never hurt anyone. But after being rescued by you, I lost my life inexplicably."

"Now I know that people who are afraid of monsters are scarier than the monsters themselves."

Although Bukong couldn't even stand up, he was shouting loudly!

"Why, why do you all say that!"

"You're wrong! You're wrong!"

His shouting made the scattered Amitabha Sutras blow up.

Monk Bukong said: "Few people know when I was ordained as a monk. They only know that I was the first to practice with the master, and I have the most experience. Many affairs in the temple are managed by me."

His voice was low, with a hint of nostalgia.

"I seldom come out of the temple, and my fellow disciples all say that I always seem to have endless sutras to recite..."

"They only know that I am very good at writing poems and painting. I have painted gods and Buddhas in the heavens and sighed at the various aspects of life in the market. But they don't know that I never linger on things. After writing or painting, I just throw them on the ground."

Zhu Bajie had no idea what the monk Bukong was talking about, but the little fox understood clearly that Bukong had a knot in his heart that he could not resolve all year round, and he was talking about the little things in his life in the mountains over the years.

Bukong continued.

"Someone asked me why, and I said: 'My perception is not related to the real me, and non-emptiness is emptiness. They are all false, so why be stingy?'"

There was a gleam of confusion in Monk Bukong's eyes, as if he was recalling something.

"Although I never leave the palace, I like to find people to debate Buddhist scriptures and Zen. The more I debate, the clearer the truth becomes. What's wrong with helping others understand things?"

He paused, and continued, "One day, you can't come and ask me, 'Brother, is killing a sin?'"

"I said, 'Killing is a sin. But if you have to kill for the sake of the great cause, then it is not a sin.'"

"You can't ask me in return, 'What is the great way?'"

"I told him, 'You are a person of clear and empty consciousness, with all the blessings and virtues, and you have reached bliss and entered the Pure Land.'"

"But you can't ask me, 'Killing not only cannot resolve the cause and effect, but also creates more bad karma. How can I achieve bliss?'"

"I didn't want to talk to him anymore, but seeing him so confused, I couldn't bear it, so I answered him. I said, 'If I don't go to hell, who will? If I don't kill him, I will leave harm to others, which is even more lacking in merit.'"

The more Monk Bukong spoke, the uglier his expression became.

"No wonder Master despises the inability the most. He even refuted me, saying, 'Brother, you said you will go to hell, which shows that killing is wrong no matter what. After all, good people will be rewarded, so why do you need to do this again?'"

"I really can't imagine that there are such arrogant and stupid people in Buddhism, who say 'going to hell is just a metaphor, the real meaning is to suffer for others...'"

Bukong’s whole old face trembled and he shouted loudly!

"You can't interrupt me, he said to me, 'Bullshit! Just kill, why do you have to go through so many twists and turns? Brother, you are just making up a name, my desire is the law, the pretense behind killing is the real sin.'"

Monk Bukong's voice gradually became low, as if he was suffocating under the weight of the past.

He sighed and continued, "From then on, we never discussed Zen again."

The little fox listened quietly, with a flash of understanding in his eyes, "So that's how it is. The Buddha in your heart is no longer the Buddha who saves people from suffering, but your own obsession."

Tianming walked up to the little fox, picked up the stick and said, "No wonder you didn't become a fox fairy. It seems that you don't understand that Bukong is not a human, but an evil ghost in human skin without human nature."

There was a hint of disdain in his tone, and the stick in his hand flashed with lightning in the sunlight.

"Although his master Huang Mei is paranoid, some of his statements are not wrong. But Bukong, this hypocritical piece of rotten meat, does not deserve to live. There is no point in saying more. Let me beat him to death with a stick!"

Tianming walked forward and found that the monk Bukong had a face full of fear, but he was still kneeling without dodging.

How can such a person not be afraid?

Tianming was a little confused and turned to look at Princess Halloween.

Princess Wansheng naturally knew what he was confused about, so she took out a hairpin and said, "I was so angry that I used this hairpin to punish him."

Tianming had never seen such a hairpin before. It was thicker than two chopsticks tied together. It seemed that the princess had specially prepared it. So he asked the princess: "How many times did you poke him with it?"

Princess Wansheng raised her head and said with a righteous look on her face: "I saw that he had four major faults, forty-nine eighty-one, so I stabbed him 3,700 times, avoiding the vital parts every time, and the wounds were all hidden under his robes."

Tianming was confused after hearing this, 'Why do you have to stab 49 times for the four major faults? And how do these 49 times add up to 81 times? And how do you calculate the 3,700 times? 'I don't understand it at all!

The look in his eyes when he looked at Bukong was almost sympathetic. These 3,700 holes were not something a single person could endure. It must be holes upon holes, and the whole person must have been stabbed to the point of being numb. Just thinking about it gave him goose bumps.

Tianming silently put down the gourd and said to Princess Wansheng: "You interrogate him first to see if he has any other crimes. Then help me collect the spirit. I don't like to watch this kind of scene."

He took the little fox and Zhu Bajie out quickly and waited.

The next moment, the door of the side hall was closed, and Bukong's screams resounded through the sky, continuing all day long!

After walking out of the hall, Zhu Bajie said to Tianming vigilantly.

"My dear nephew, that Huang Mei is full of heresy. How could you agree with what he said just now?"

Tianming said, "He is indeed right in his appearance. He is wrong in his ideas, not his words. Some of what he said is correct."

Zhu Bajie was so angry that he kept shaking his head and took a few quick steps forward.

"You must be possessed to believe his lies. If you listen to them, won't you become like his disciples?"

"Look at you. You came here to look for Sai Tai Sui, but now you have forgotten everything and you still say you were not bewitched."

Tianming laughed and looked towards the direction of Zhaojian Lake.

"I never forgot it."

"Although I didn't ask, Huang Mei had already told me."

Zhu Bajie's eyebrows twitched several times.

"You are such a smart kid, just tell your uncle directly, so that he won't get into any wrong ideas!"

Tianming replied: "Every word of Huangmei is to deceive others to become his disciples and listen to him, but he only advocates to do whatever he wants. If he advocates to do whatever he wants, how can there be a master-disciple relationship?"

"Isn't Huang Mei slapping himself in the face by doing this?"