Poor Monk

He felt empty in his heart.

He was fine when he came here, but when he was about to leave, he felt like he had lost something, and was missing something?

So, I wanted to find something to fill it up.

That monk.

Or the three-volume Buddhist collection.

If there was anything else in the world that could fill the strange emptiness in his heart, it would probably be the same?One is the person who makes him feel nostalgic, and the other is the highest level of martial arts in the world.

Just staying in this crazy state, Shen Du didn't pull himself out, nor did he want to pull himself out, but in this drunken haze, walking through the hills of Bukong under the slanting sun. middle.

All the formations that had been overturned could no longer trap his footsteps.

It's as leisurely as walking in your own courtyard, and even has a lazy attitude of helping each other.

The breeze blew up the corner of his robe and his black hair, as if it wanted to blend with the ink-splashed landscape.

The touch of ice and snow between his eyebrows is like the unmelted ice and snow on the top of the mountain.

It was cold and lonely, but it was surprisingly clean.

Shen Du was not mediocre at first, he had followed the monk many times, and it was not the first time he broke in, so even if there were some subtle changes in the formation, he was aware of it.

He avoided it without changing his face.

After a while, I saw the magnificent Buddhist temple again.

The high and low shadows of the meditation room and the Buddhist hall soon overlapped with what he saw when he escaped at night two days ago, except that the monk in white clothes like snow standing on the top of the stupa was missing.

I don't know...

Are you waiting for him in the Thousand Buddha Hall again?

"Good, good..."

The low voice, when you think of this name, is like a sigh, even if it is indifferent and not fluctuating at all, it will give people the illusion of flowing gracefully like a secluded spring.

Shen Du held it with one hand, and the dark purple robe was blown by the wind, making him look more like a thick cloud.But his expression was very relaxed, and there was even a weird smile on his lips.

He had no intention of hiding his tracks at all.

He only breathed a sigh of relief, stepped on the row of glazed roofs, and flew directly to the Thousand Buddha Hall.

I don't know if it was at this time, the monks were still doing their evening classes, or they were all going to have a fast meal, but there were not many people walking around in the temple.

So he came all the way so boldly, but no one noticed.

The roof of the Hall of Thousand Buddhas, which was smashed by Shen Dujuedi when he was escaping a few days ago, has already been repaired with new wood, new tiles, and new colored paintings.

If it didn't look too new, he almost thought he was dreaming.

He neither had that dangerous night, nor suffered a big loss at the hands of Shanzai, nor broke through the roof of the temple and fled in a hurry.

The moment he approached this hall, a strange longing arose in Shen Du's heart.

With his cultivation base, he can't feel that there is anyone inside, or indeed there is no one inside.

But he actually hoped that his feelings would go wrong again like never before, hoped that there was someone inside, hoped that it was the Hui Seng Shanzai who had beaten him to a serious injury inside, and hoped to fight him again...

Perhaps it may not be possible to get rid of the shame.

But this must be a hearty battle, even if it may make him lose everything and fall into a situation where he is slaughtered.

What's wrong?

It is always better than the discomfort of being dominated by this emptiness in the heart at this moment.

He landed in front of the Hall of Thousand Buddhas. If one ignores his inappropriate and inappropriate clothes and only looks at the expression on his face, one might think that he is just an ordinary believer who came here to seek enlightenment.

Carrying into the hall, he didn't even cover up the sound of footsteps.

There was no one in the hall, just as empty as his heart.

Only on the incense table in front of the futon, a cup of snow lotus and a stick of incense sticks are enshrined; Sakyamuni's body is plated with gold, and the Buddha's light next to his head is painted in colorful paintings, which hide the shadows of the eight tribes of heaven and dragon.

He looked down at Shen Du sympathetically, and his gaze resembled that of the dumb monk.

Shen Du was in a daze for a moment.

He couldn't tell whether the eyes of this Buddha were similar to that of the monk, or the eyes of the monk were similar to this Buddha.

Or, they are not similar at all, but he has that gaze in his heart, so they look alike.

Standing in front of this Buddha for a long time.

Shen Du didn't know how long he stood there, and when he looked away from the Buddha's eyes, the west slanting sunlight shone on the window paper, and it was already flushed.

No one came, and no one found him.

He easily walked to the apse, and with a glance, it was clean and clean, and the faint scent of white sandalwood was permeating everywhere.

He doesn't like the scent.

Because although this incense is not special, when he smells it, he will always think of the monk.

So this time, Shen Du did not stay in the apse for long.

He found the suitcase he saw last time, and opened it again. Inside was still the snow-white monk's robe, which had been cleaned and neatly folded.

From this point, it can be seen that the legendary Shanzai should be a very self-disciplined person.

only……

What does that have to do with him?

Today, he just came to take what he wanted to take away.

Shen Du leaned over, stretched his slender fingers towards the box, hooked it lightly, and hooked the string of Buddhist beads that were slightly lighter than ordinary agarwood on his fingers.

Eighteen Buddha beads and Buddha head tassels are hung.

It seemed that all the grains were perfectly round, but when he grabbed one of them and looked at the small hole through the rope to the reddish sky outside, he discovered the clues.

"The art of public defeat, cleverly captures good fortune."

The light from the sky fell into his pupils through the small hole, and it turned out to be some extremely small and indistinguishable handwriting!Shen Du couldn't help admiring, and the smile on his lips was also stained with evil spirit.

"Such an ingenious hiding method, no wonder everyone has found nothing for many years..."

Over the past few years, there have been hundreds of strange people who have visited this Tianji Temple, let alone thousands.

Things can be said to be right under their noses.

But one is guarded by the wise monk Shanzai, and his martial arts are astonishing; the other is so blatant and ingenious, who can find it?

If it wasn't for the coincidence on that day, and because he first came into contact with the monk of Tianji Temple and weighed the dumb monk's Buddhist beads, he wouldn't doubt the weight of the string of Buddhist beads in the box.

It is clear that there is a structure inside, and the carving is a little empty.

Wu Sheng Lou Dong Wang!

Being pursued by the world, he is still able to survive, and he still has the strength to escape to the Tianji Temple. In the end, he has converted to Buddhism when he dies.How amazing is it to be called a "holy" word?

How many people should covet the three volumes of Buddhist collections that contain everything he has learned in his life?

At this moment, they are all held in his palm.

It stands to reason that Shen Du should feel an unprecedented achievement, even surpassing ten thousand people, and about to touch the agitation of the highest level of martial arts in the world.

But he has nothing in his heart.

No sorrow.

No joy either.

It's just that when he hung this string of Buddhist beads on his wrist and walked out of the Buddhist hall, he inexplicably remembered the person who shot fiercely that night, as well as the snow-like shadow.

Now that you have come, how can you be nameless?

Shen Du was really not in a good mood, so he just drew the Chuihong Sword, picked up the tip of the sword, and left a line of writing on the columns on both sides of the Buddha statue in the Thousand Buddha Hall!

The handwriting is sparse!

Every stroke and every stroke is full of murderous intent and hostility that cannot be concealed!

When the final stroke was completed, his mood was still not calmed down. When the last light in the sky disappeared into the shadows of the mountains, his figure also disappeared from the Thousand Buddha Hall.

The evening drums in the Zen courtyard sounded.

Only then did people come out from various places, and there were many figures in the temple hall for a while.

It's just that when the two young monks who added sesame oil everywhere took the sesame oil and walked into the Thousand Buddha Hall, when they looked up, they were all shocked.

After looking at each other for a while, they ran away without saying a word!

Hissing shouts accompanied their escape and spread throughout the entire Zen courtyard——

"It's not good! It's not good!!!"

"There are thieves breaking into the palace!"

"Brother Shanzai, Senior Brother Shanzai!"

……

The monk was standing in front of the altar in the Buddhist scripture pavilion, holding a volume of "Avatamsaka Sutra" and reading it carefully, trying to use the dense scriptures on it to calm the little bit of weird waves in his heart.

It is written in the Buddhist scriptures:

All the evil karma I have done in the past are all caused by beginningless greed, hatred and ignorance, born from body, speech and mind. I now repent of everything...

Quiet and quiet environment, full of Zen scriptures.

Soon, it did have some effect.

He will not always think of the incident of breaking the precept, nor will he always think of the face of the devil, and he will not keep passing by his ears that really deviant invitation...

Gradually, he also sank into the sublimeness of the scriptures themselves.

Until the hoarse cry from outside pulled him out of this immersion, stabbing him sharply like a sword.For a moment, his heart trembled inexplicably.

It seems that something that I don't want to see has happened.

In the chaos, he still remembered to put the volume of "Avatamsaka Sutra" back to its original place, and then he hurried down the stairs, out of the Sutra Pavilion, and walked towards the Thousand Buddha Hall further back.

She was dressed in a snow-white monk robe, shining brightly in the oncoming night.

Although the footsteps were fast, they were not chaotic at all, stepping on the sound of evening drums that resounded through the entire Zen courtyard, and quickly reached the front of the hall.

Almost as soon as he appeared, someone noticed him.

Great monks, young novice monks, respected elders, or ordinary monks all turned to look at him.Their gazes flicked across his clear and jade-like face, but they didn't know why they lowered it.

Only a few young novice monks were ignorant and timidly called out: "Brother Shanzai..."

The monk rarely responded.

Not even a nod.

He was just vaguely aware that something big had happened, and something he didn't want to see at all.

But the truth is, it happened.

Really.

Abbot Yuan Mie, the abbot of Tianji Temple, was not far away just now, and he hurried over after hearing the news, already understanding what happened.

He is old, his face is gray and white, and he is holding a golden Zen staff.

Seeing the monk come in, he shook his head, clapped his hands and sighed: "Amitabha, sin, sin."

"..."

The monk's footsteps stopped when Master Yuan Mie sighed. At this time, he couldn't take a single step forward!

In the center of the Hall of Thousand Buddhas is the solemn Buddha, looking down at the world with compassion.

It also seemed to be looking down at him.

In front of the Buddha, he was indisputable, incapable of deception, and incapable of concealment, just like when a person was just born, naked.

Incense table, incense burner, lotus...

All the furnishings have not changed.

Only the two lotus pillars on both sides of the Buddha statue have stood here for 600 years. The verses carved by people in the past have become blurred, and only the brand-new sword-carved handwriting remains, which is shocking!

——Hui Seng is good, but only mediocre!

The moment he recognized these eight characters, the monk felt something surge up from the bottom of his heart, tearing at him like a ferocious beast, trying to tear his whole body and clear mind away, biting him. Gotta smash!

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood immediately spilled on the snow-white monk robe, adding a dash of crimson red that one couldn't look directly at, but it made his face paler.

"Excellent?!" Master Yuan Mie was shocked.

But the monk he called "Shanzai" seemed to have heard nothing, but slowly raised his hand to hold his heart, as if there was some terrible pain tormenting him there.

In my mind, there are all kinds of illusions intertwined.

For a while, the wanton devil said, I am a sick person after all, can I have some meat to eat?For a while, that cunning demon asked again, are you monks, are the precepts very strict...

Thousands of shapes and shapes, and finally they all came together with a bang.

Became that sentence——

Would you like to come with me?

Would you like to be with him?

The monk couldn't tell what he was feeling in his heart at this moment, and he could only be sure that it was still here only by holding on to it firmly.

Lifting his eyes, he scanned the eight characters one by one, but felt as if he was being beaten!

How good is Hui Seng?

But er.

He could even imagine the carelessness in the corners of the eyes and brows of the other party when he said these four words, and even a little madness that was unmatched in the world.

Cut meat and feed the eagle.

Sacrifice to feed the tiger.

That is the Buddha; ordinary people can't convert the eagle and the tiger by cutting their flesh and sacrificing their lives, but they will kill more people in this world in vain.

Like melancholy, like sadness, like bitterness, like hate.

The originally vaguely pitiful look between the monk's eyebrows was suddenly dyed a little darker, and he hadn't spoken for nine months, which made his ice-like voice a jerky hoarse.

"Shen, Du..."