marry a monk

The holy palace was quiet. I don't know if it was because of the cold or the rainy weather. There were only a few cleaning monks in the main hall, and there were no tourists or believers.Candlelight flickered in the resplendent and resplendent hall, and the tall and solemn Buddha statues looked at the two returning Buddha sons kindly.

Buddha...

Mohannad knelt down in front of the Buddha statue and bowed three times lightly, slowly and reverently, his eyes were red.

Having lived here for 20 years, everything here is very familiar to him.This is his home, but now he can only sneak back to worship like a bereaved dog.

I glanced at the Buddha statues on the high wall one by one. Some of them smiled, some were angry, some had kind eyebrows, and some had good eyes. , lying down.No matter what, they greeted this old man from the Buddha Kingdom with their own attitude.

When the eyes stayed in front of the Buddha, his eyes froze, and his face was very familiar, as if he had just seen it not long ago.Obviously, I have been with this ancient Buddha with blue lanterns for 20 years, why didn't I have this familiar and intimate taste before?Thinking of this, he came back to his senses and thought about it carefully.

Fragments flashed in my mind, I don't know if it was in a dream or in meditation, the image of the Buddha was tall and his voice was distant.

"This Tianyin hammer will go with you. It will be your magic weapon after the lower world. Remember not to leave your body. It will be combined with the swastika symbol on your chest and the Mani bead on your forehead. It will accompany you for life ..."

Sporadic fragments resounded in the air, Mohanad was clever, this is what the Buddha said in the dream! ! !He finally remembered.

"Buddha..." He bowed again, "What should I do?" He asked silently in his heart.

"Bao De, this is your destiny. Remember the teacher's words, get rid of the dirty air in your body, the mundane air in your heart, and the vulgar air in your spirit. Only in this way can the great spirit shine the most dazzling light in the universe."

"But disciple can't do anything, leaving the Holy Palace to do nothing all day long."

"The best practice in this world is to live a good life, eat and sleep well, be compatible with yourself, bring out your mani beads to the greatest light, work hard all day long, never stay away from them, and never let go. Do something and do nothing.”

"Buddha, when will the disciples return to the Buddha Kingdom?"

"Look far, cultivate slowly. If you don't die first, you will be born later. You will live toward death. Nirvana in death washes away your youth, and the wind and snow return to the night sky." The voice of the Buddha gradually faded away in my ears.

"Buddha..." Mohanad called softly.

"Little Momo, little Momo..." An Tai gently shook him in his ear.

"Huh?" Mohanad raised his head, only to realize that he had entered the illusion mirror just now.

"What's the matter with you?" An Tai wiped away the tears in front of his eyes.

"It's nothing, I saw the Buddha..."

"The Buddha is up there, we used to see each other every day, so we don't have to cry..." An Tai didn't understand him.

"Well, yes, it's just a little emotional." Mohanad didn't talk to him too much.

"You two little benefactors, you are really sincere enough to pay homage in such a cold day." Over there, several monks who were cleaning came over to say hello.

"Of course, we admire the Buddha the most." An Taili replied confidently. This is their home, why are they now guests?

"It's warm inside, you can take off your face towels, otherwise you will be disrespectful to the Buddha." One of the monks said.

"No, no, we have to go to other places to see, it's cold outside." Antai hurriedly pulled Mohannad away.

The two walked around the corridor and came to the middle hall, where the tablets of the sage kings of the past were enshrined. Looking through the cracks in the window, there were several young elders muttering around the tablets. .

Among them was an elder with a round face, pointing to one of the many tablets that was half blank.

"This man is no longer a holy king. His tablet shouldn't be placed here. Move it away."

Mohanad slightly opened the window, and saw the round-faced elder reaching for the half-blank tablet.The reason why it is said to be half blank is because there is only one word 'Mo' engraved on the tablet.

This is the quasi-tablet of Mohanad, and the full name is engraved only after he returns to the throne after his death. Only one character is engraved to indicate that this tablet will be his in the future.

Another long-faced elder took the tablet and said: "A tablet like a holy king is very exquisite in workmanship. It's a pity to throw away this piece of golden nanmu. Why don't you scrape off the word 'Mo' and carve another name on it?" Better than wasted."

"Okay." The round-faced elder said: "You try to remove the words on the card."

Seeing this, Antai couldn't help but get blue veins on his forehead, and wanted to rush in and beat them up. This is King Mo's stuff, what qualifications do they have to deal with it?

Mohannad pressed his hand, shook his head lightly to show him not to be reckless.

"Little Momo, that's your tablet, they..." An Tai couldn't help but whisper.

"It doesn't matter. Apart from life and death, everything else in the world is nothing but a mere tablet? Besides, I'm not dead yet, so it's useless to keep this tablet. They can do whatever they like." Mohanad said lightly.

"You, you just don't fight for anything, that's why you can't keep the position of the Holy King." Antai complained a little.

"Antai, there are some things we can't understand with our eyes. As long as the swastika is on me, I will still be a holy king. Although I was chased away by them, what does it mean? The newly elected holy king has no swastika. use."

"Also, it's not that I can't keep my position as the Holy King, it's that I can't collude with them. We can't use the offerings of believers to do things against our conscience, so I won't be able to eat or sleep. Although we have a hard time fleeing, At first, I can eat and sleep peacefully, and I am worthy of my conscience."

"Oh, I see." An Tai pouted and whispered, "You're right, I shouldn't have said that about you."

"Wow, this 'mo' character is so strange, it can't be scratched no matter what, the deeper it goes, the deeper it grows." The surprised voice of the long-faced elder came from inside.

"Impossible, how thick is this board?" The round-faced elder didn't believe it, so he took it and looked at it: "You don't need to use force, do you? Try again?"

"I've used a lot of force, if you don't believe me, look at it." The long-faced elder said he put the tablet on the table, with a pick knife in one hand and a small hammer in the other, he chiseled the word 'Mo' on the tablet with all his strength.

I saw that with a little force, the word 'Mo' would sink a little bit, and with more force, it would sink again...

The eyes of the round-faced elder were all round. If you don’t believe me, take it over and look at it again and again. That’s right, it’s just a thin piece of wood. Although it feels heavy in your hand, it’s impossible not to pierce it!

He didn't believe it, so he took the pick knife and small hammer from the long-faced elder and operated it himself. As a result, the word 'Mo' didn't move when he hammered it down, but the small carving knife scratched his hand unceremoniously.

Blood flowed for a moment!

"Ah?" The long-faced elder screamed and took the utensils in his hand: "Brother, are you okay?" He glanced at the wooden sign, but the wooden sign did not move at all, and the character 'Mo' was still intact.

"It's okay, a little injury." The round-faced elder said, "There is something wrong with this wooden sign."

"What's the problem?" the long-faced elder asked.

"Think about it, it's just a tablet made of golden silk. As for invulnerability, why did the two of us fail to chisel this word? It explains two problems. One is that there is a problem with this tablet, and the other is that the word 'Mo' has Question. Let's put it in the fire to see if it burns." He said and walked towards the cauldron in the middle of the room.

"Little Momo, your tablet..." An Tai looked confused.

Mohanad shook his head, he didn't understand, he had never paid attention to the tablet before, the person is not dead, why do you want this tablet?This is the first time he has seen others study his tablet, and it turns out that this tablet also has such a great function.

Haha, invulnerable.He couldn't help laughing, but unfortunately his face was wrapped in a cotton towel and no one saw it.

With the movement of the round-faced elder's hand, the tablet was thrown into the stove, and the stove flashed red, but soon went dark again.The two elders took a closer look, and the tablet was like a piece of iron without any response.

The two stared at each other, speechless because of the scene in front of them.Even a piece of iron thrown into the stove will turn red, but this wooden sign...

What the hell! ! !The round-faced elder fell to the ground, dumbfounded.The long-faced elder ran out quickly, shouting: "Elder Haas, the elder in that building..."

After a while, Haas and Nalou hurried over, looked at the immobile wooden plaque in the fire, and then at the tablet of the holy kings of all ages that was still enshrined above the nave.

"Don't say anything about this beforehand. If it can't be smashed or burned, don't move it. Let's put it back." Haas confessed.

"Elder Haas, does this mean that Mohanad is our real holy king?" The long-faced elder asked timidly, "I heard that only the real holy king tablet has the protection of the gods."

With a "slap", Elder Haas slapped Elder Long-faced on the face: "If you talk nonsense again, you will be expelled from the Holy Palace and never returned."

"Yes, yes, I know my mistake, I know my mistake." The long-faced elder complied and retreated out of the hall.

After leaving the door, the long-faced elder covered his face that was scorched by the slap, and muttered unwillingly: "I'm not talking nonsense, it's been passed down for hundreds of years, but anything that belongs to the true sage king can't be shaken by any means. .”

"You guys, take out that memorial tablet." Nalou ordered several other monks.

"Yes." The monks responded with a smile.

"By the way, how is the training of the new batch of children? Is there anyone who is suitable to be a holy king?" Haas asked.

"The new children haven't adapted yet. They cry all day long and haven't started training yet." One of the monks replied.

"We must find a way to quickly enter the training period, and we can't delay it any longer. There are so many believers outside who are waiting for the consecration and blessing of the new Holy King." Na Lou said.

"Yes." The monk answered.

"What should we do, little Momo, shall we still watch?" Outside, An Tai asked in a low voice.

"Let's go, let's go and see those children." Although Mohannad was careful, he still accidentally touched the flower stand in the corridor.

"Who???" Haas scolded in the room.

"Oh, we are tourists, passing by, passing by, let's go." Antai's voice trembled with fright, and he pulled Mohanad away quickly.

"Stop!" Haas yelled, "Turn around and let us see."

"No..." The two turned around in fear.

Haas and the building are still the same.

"Why are you covering your face?" Haas asked.

"I just came in from the outside, it's cold." An Tai responded carefully.

"Go out, the central hall, don't trespass." Haas waved his hand and ignored them.

"Yes, let's go now." Antai pulled Mohannad.

The two grew up in the Holy Palace, and they were very familiar with the terrain of the Holy Palace. They turned around and turned to a remote place in the back mountain.

There are only a few dilapidated small courtyards here, compared with the grandeur and splendor of the Qingxu Hall, they seem a bit lonely and out of place.The plum blossoms that have not fully bloomed in front of the courtyard are swaying in the wind, as if they are telling the scene of the holy palace.

There are a few monks guarding the front of the courtyard, and they cannot enter openly. It seems that they can only go through the back door.

The two avoided the monk's eyes and ears, and walked in from the backyard.As soon as I entered the backyard, I smelled an unbearable stench, and faintly heard the faint crying of children.

Lying in front of the window, looking in through the dilapidated window door, there are rows of boys in thin clothes standing in the middle of the room, each holding a scripture in their hands, struggling to recognize and read the scriptures in the dark room. Burn text.

There are two supervising monks in the room, about 30 years old, with leather whips in their hands. Once the children stop reading, they will suffer physically and mentally.

Looking at those children again, they were all only three or five years old, all of them burst into tears, had runny noses, and their little faces were red from the cold.

"Read quickly, don't stop." A monk saw that one of the children stopped, walked over and couldn't help saying that it was a whip.

The child burst into tears: "Elder, I want to pee..." The child cried and begged.

"You are not allowed to go, you can only stop after reading a burning text." The elder who whipped the child was furious.

"Elder, I can't hold it anymore..." the child cried.

"Elder, I want to pee too..." Another child looked at the elder pitifully.

"Are you deaf, you can only stop after reading a scripture, looking for a spanking?" The elder raised his hand at another child and whipped him again.

Immediately there was crying in the room, two children were crying, and other children were crying too.

"Elder, I want to go home, I want to go home." A child shouted.

"Elder, I miss my mother, I want to find my mother."

"Elder, I also want to go home, I want to find my father." The children cried out word by word.

"I'm telling you, don't even think about going out when you come here. Don't look for your parents here. There are no parents here, only the scriptures. If you don't obey the precepts, you will be beaten." The elder who whipped the child cursed.

Over there, the child's urine is flowing, and here the child is crying for his father and mother.

"Elder, I pooped..." another child cried.

"What's the matter with you today? What do you all want to do? Are you looking for a smoke?" The elder showed no mercy.

"If you make trouble again, everyone will be whipped."

The cold weather, the cold room, and the cold language made the two people outside the door feel pain in their hearts.

They are just a group of children, a group of innocent children, what is wrong with them, why were they caught here to endure inhuman torture?Children of this age should laugh and play in the arms of their parents.

Mohannad's bright eyes were bloodshot, and he couldn't help but wanted to rush in several times, but Antai grabbed him tightly.

"Little Momo, don't be impulsive. We finally escaped, and we can't lose the big because of small things."

"They, they are just a group of children, you can't treat them like this..."

"I know, but didn't we also come here when we were young?"

"Thinking about the road we have traveled, which generation of holy kings was selected without sacrificing the happiness of countless children?"

"..." Mohannad was speechless. Indeed, he was also selected from thousands of children, but he was lucky enough to become a holy king.

"I must overthrow this decadent system..." Mohanad gritted his teeth.

"Elder, why are we locked up here? We don't want to be here, we want to go home."

One of the older children was handsome and handsome, and although he looked only five or six years old, he dared to be the first when he saw a group of younger brothers who were two years younger than him.

"I want to go home……"

"I want to go home..." The children shouted one after another, getting louder and louder.

"Hit, hit me hard..."

The two elders were finally enraged by a group of children, and they raised their long whips and whipped them hard.

Unable to watch it any longer, even An Tai was very angry and clenched his fists...

Mohannad took out his love-hate Tianyin hammer from his bosom, whirled it became bigger, and flew out with his hands.The Tianyin Hammer seemed to sense the anger in his master's heart, and flew into the room chasing the two elders and hammering violently.

The vicious elder was frightened by the scene in front of him, what is this stuff, why does it look like it has eyes, it, it, how can it chase us if it doesn't chase the child?

The children are not good, logically they should be beaten...

The children were also stunned by the scene in front of them, they stopped crying and stared blankly.

When they saw the two elders being chased by the Tianyin Hammer and had nowhere to hide, they couldn't help applauding.

"Hit, hit them..."

"Good fight..."

"However they beat us, they beat them..."

The resentment in the hearts of the children seemed to be released, and they all applauded and cheered Tianyin hammer.

"Brothers, let's go too..." the handsome five or six-year-old boy booed.

"Okay, they hit us so much, hit us back..." echoed the children.

All of a sudden, twenty or thirty children in the room rushed up, punching and kicking around the two elders.

Although the two elders were only in their 30s, the Tianyin Hammer seemed to be spiritual, and it didn't attack anyone except them.

Outside the house, the resentment in Antai and Mohanad's hearts seemed to be released, and they couldn't help laughing.

After a while, the two elders finally crawled out of the house covered in blood, and called weakly to the monks guarding the small courtyard: "Help, help..."

Seeing this situation, Mohannad took away the Tianyin hammer and Antai quietly slipped away from the backyard.

Hearing the shout, the guarding monk looked back and turned pale with fright. Who was so daring when the elder instructing was beaten up like this? ? ?

When I rushed into the house, there was nothing but a group of children.

"Damn it, two adults were beaten like this by a child?" the monk watching the courtyard walked out of the door, muttering in his mouth.

"What, it's a hammer, a hammer with eyes..." the two elders resented.