painting robbery

In one day, heavy snow falls, from south to north, from west to east, covering hills and vegetation, rivers and lakes, houses and courtyards one after another.

The sky and the earth are snow white, and the heads of the immeasurable Buddha Kingdom located in the west of Youlu, were refreshed when they saw the first snowflake. , A few pieces of news spread from the Buddhist temple, and within a day or two, it was spread throughout the countless Buddhist kingdoms, from the monks guarding the frontier to the ordinary people in the Buddhist kingdom. Listen to the truth.

"God's heavy snowfall is because of the bloody blood in Youlu now! Heavy snow belongs to water, and water and fire are incompatible. Jieyuan, who was born in the fire attribute, will come to an end!"

"Even God can't stand what Jie Yuan has done. In a few days, God will punish him!"

"Getting the right way will help you a lot, but being wronged will help you a lot. Victory belongs to our right side!"

"The war will end soon, and Jie Yuan will definitely be defeated!"

When the last sentence "the war is about to end" was uttered, Buddhist monks and ordinary believers were all captured by the yearning of the words, as if the days of peace had passed through time and came before them.

On the day when the heavy snow fell, the Buddhist kingdom was so happy that they could sing and dance, but as the hostile side of the Buddhist kingdom, the Tantric camp fell into a deep silence.

Since the last time they rushed into Qunyu Mountain and then withdrew, the two families have been at odds for a long time, with each winning and losing.But for some reason, with the passage of time, the momentum of the Buddhist kingdom has become more and more high, while the Tantric sect has become more and more silent.

The distance between the two parties was not far, and they could hear the shouts of joy from the other party. Even the rumors in the Buddha Kingdom were spread to the ears of everyone in the Tantric sect because of too many people talking about them.

"Water and fire are incompatible, and Jieyuan will be defeated soon"?

"Getting the right will help you a lot, but losing your way will help you a lot. Victory belongs to justice"?

Their faces were heavy, their clothes were dirty, and they held a lot of mutilated weapons, sitting in the camp indiscriminately.

There was a strange rotten smell hanging over the camp. This was not an illusion, but the rotten smell of wounds of people who were seriously injured in the war against the Buddha Kingdom but did not die immediately.

The maggots on the wound eat away at life, and the maggots on the soul eat away at faith.

In this boundless and silent desolation, some Tantric believers wavered in their beliefs, fell into a daze, and began to torture themselves:

What are we fighting for?

As Shakyamuni said at the beginning, eliminate heresies and heresies?

How can heretics cheer so much and be sure that they are righteous?

Justice should belong to us!

But why, I clearly yearn for the immeasurable pure land in my heart, cultivate my body and mind, accumulate merit, and accumulate blessings, but now I feel that I have missed a step, as if I am facing an abyss?

Shizun, where are you now?

"It can't go on like this." A gloomy voice sounded from a corner of the Tantric camp.

Clouds hung down in the sky, but the clouds were not as heavy as his face, and the sky was covered with snow, but the snow was not as cold as his face.

Indra, the head of the Tian tribe, looked at the snow falling in front of his feet one by one, and repeated to the other heads: "I can't let Shizun go on like this! Since the little monk from the Buddha Kingdom came, Shizun ignored In the midst of the war with the Buddha Kingdom, disregarding the esoteric sect, disregarding the believers, disregarding everything! Shakyamuni—"

His throat rolled, and the sound "crazy", broke through the throat countless times, but was still blocked by his consistent belief in Shizun and Tantra.

He said gloomyly: "Shizun is confused! He regards this monk as a brother in his previous life, but in my opinion, this is not Shizun's brother, but Shizun's fateful enemy!"

In this remote place, except for the two radicals who were on duty at the front line to guard against the surprise attack of the Buddha Kingdom, the other six arrived together.

The head of the Asura tribe was troubled: "It's not that we haven't persuaded Shizun, but now Shizun doesn't want to see us anymore."

The eyes of the head of Gandharva flickered: "Actually, I think... Indra's words make some sense. Since the young monk joined the Tantra, in order to avenge the old monk, he never said a word, and Shizun always Day only wants to listen to the other party, and ignores the rest. This is not the relative of Shizun in the past life, but the enemy of Shizun in the past life. If Shizun really wants to find relatives, we can definitely recruit the real person to him... Zhi’s life is actually well known, and we’ll definitely find something more similar if we search hard…”

"Don't worry about it," Indra interrupted.

The remaining five people all focused their attention on Indra.

Indra raised his eyes, his eyes penetrated half of the Tantric camp, and fell on the tent where Shizun lived.After a long time, he made up his mind and whispered quietly:

"Shizun is the Shizun of my tantric school, not someone's brother or brother. Enemies, just destroy them."

In this big camp, there are people wandering, some are suffering, and some are hating.

But wandering people are never more wandering than ignorance, and suffering people are never more painful than ignorance.

He was sitting in the big tent, and opposite him was his elder brother.

After Qun Yushan killed Monk Discipline, he found his brother and brought him back to the camp, and then everything was different.

He tried everything he could.

All ways.

But my brother just didn't speak.

The other party was silent, with his eyes lowered, picking up the rosary, maybe he was reciting silently, the scriptures of the Buddhist kingdom, maybe he was cursing, cursing the person who killed his master.

Wuzhi also lowered his eyes, his eyes fixed on his hands.He also had a string of rosary beads in his hand, and as he plucked and plucked, the beads scratched the skin and flesh, and the flesh and blood stained the white beads.

After exhausting all means but not being able to get a single word, they sat facing each other for three days.

No one moved, no one drank water, and still no one spoke.

It's been too long, the surroundings are too quiet, I can persist without wisdom, but my brother is already on the verge of collapse.

Persist to the point where you can no longer persist, all hopes turned into despair.

is it my fault?

Think ignorantly and confusedly.

How did my brother and I get to where we are today?

I just want to bring my brother back, and I just want the hypocritical Buddha Kingdom to pay the price they should pay.

Did i do something wrong?

I am not wrong.

Since I am not at fault, why does my brother—now—don’t talk to me anymore?

He thought in a daze, and then said in a low voice: "Brother, I told you everything about our past..."

There was no answering voice.

The person sitting opposite closed his lips tightly and his face remained motionless.

I offer the most precious memory that belongs to us with both hands, but the other one is no longer moved, and it is like a shoe.

It seems that I'm the only one who can't get out.

"Brother," Wuzhi asked again, his voice was soft and sweet, like an innocent question from a child, "Do you hate me?"

Still no answer.

The heart was burned to ashes by the fire, and the ashes were roughly grabbed by one hand and scattered far away that the owner could not reach.

Maybe I'm wrong.

Wuzhi finally thought in despair.

I shouldn't have killed Monk Precepts. The one who is truly sorry for Buddha Kingdom is my elder brother. If my elder brother decides to forgive them, I should forgive them too.

He gave in, and he was willing to pay for his mistakes.

"Brother, Tantra is now at war with the Buddha Kingdom. I set off this battlefield to get you back and avenge you. If you don't care anymore, I will take the Tantric people back, and I will fight to the Buddha Kingdom. Apologize...then I will step down from the position of Shizun, and we will leave, and we will no longer care about anything about Tantric Buddhism and the Buddha Kingdom..."

no answer.

No answer No answer No answer!

Silence is the most terrifying answer in this world, hatred is the sharpest blade in this world.

That night in Qunyu Mountain, Huisheng did not leave with Yan Zhenci and Du Jingxian. He could not forget the hatred of Master's murder, let alone face the ardent concern of Master before his death.

The more he knew, the deeper the hatred in his heart.

If Master doesn't bring me back, he won't die, he won't die!

I brought death to Master, and before I died, Master was still concerned about my future.

A big tree of hatred grew out of the heart where the seeds of hatred had fallen. He chose to come to Tantric Buddhism with Shizun, but he kept silent ever since.

This is a punishment for the self and revenge for the murderer.

A laugh sounded in the big tent, the sound was very soft, as if it was squeezed out of the throat with great effort, and it seemed to come from afar, elusive and elusive.

"Brother, you don't want to do this, so do you want me to pay for it?" Wuzhi asked.

He gave in completely.He is willing to do anything.

He stood up, threw down the hand beads that were completely stained red with blood, took out a gold-handled dagger from the tent, put it on his heart, and stabbed it.

The blood dyed the monk's robe red, tick-tock, and fell to the ground.

With a calm face and clear wisdom, he told Huisheng what might be his last wish in this life: "Maybe everything is the 'ego' barrier, but I still can't escape the past, and this is also my doom...Brother, Now if you call me again, I will pay for my life."

Huisheng's hands trembled as he turned the beads.

Call?not called?

The choice is so long and so difficult.

During the infinitely prolonged time, Wuzhi suddenly became furious, and the calm just now collapsed. He yelled, every word was twisted in pain and anger: "This is not okay, and that is not okay, brother, you just hate Me, you just hate me, but I love you, brother, I love you, I am willing to do everything for you—”

Amidst the cry, he exerted force with his hand, and the dagger went straight towards his chest!

"Shizun!"

At the critical moment, a scream sounded, and a force knocked away Wuzhi's arm from the side.

The golden-handled dagger didn't penetrate Wuzhi's heart, but his hand holding the dagger was so hard that the dagger slashed open his chest, almost revealing the beating heart in his chest cavity!

Everything is still, the emotions are burned out, and only ashes remain.

The dagger with a golden handle fell to the ground with a clatter.

Wuzhi pressed his chest with his hand, and the blood gushing from his palm was in stark contrast to his pale face.

In the silence, the head of Ashura who rushed into the camp rushed to Huisheng furiously: "Little monk, you are looking for death!"

But Indra stopped him.

The head of the Tianbu, who was the most murderous and should have been the first to attack, stopped the leader of the Asura tribe. His surprised eyes fell on Wuzhi, which caused the leader of the Asura tribe to look suspiciously.

The dense fog appeared behind Wuzhi at some point.

They gather, disperse, expand, shrink, and gradually draw a phantom that takes one's breath away!

Indra firmly grasped the arm of Asura's radical, held his breath and concentrated, his eyes were right and wrong, staring at Wuzhi.

The head of the Asura tribe no longer has the heart to pay attention to Huisheng, he also stares at Wuzhi, as if something extremely incredible and extremely exciting is about to appear in front of him!

The flowing blood takes away the strength in the body and the emotions in the heart.

Wuzhi staggered twice, clutched his wound, turned around suddenly, and fled away from the tent that he could no longer stay in.

His mind was so chaotic, the present and the past overlapped, and various images flashed frequently, completely confusing him.

One second he was chatting with his elder brother with a smile, and the next second Huisheng's tightly shut face appeared in front of his eyes.

One second, he and his elder brother were hiding in the ruined temple in the snowy weather, huddled together to keep warm, and the next second, Huisheng tried his best to escape from him in the dark night.

In the last second, he and his elder brother walked forward cuddly, suffering from hunger and hunger. In order to survive and for him, the elder brother cut his flesh and bled him to attract prey. In the next second, he cut his heart and cut his flesh, resolutely sacrificed everything, and his elder brother could not return a look back and a cry.

Blood dripped from the heart, and red plums bloomed one after another on the snow.

Wuzhi and drowsy, unable to hear the shouts around him, and unable to see the vision behind him.

He was completely trapped in the illusion of his mind. He saw his elder brother staying in the Buddhist kingdom for him to die. When he was dying, he entrusted him with a dream and taught him the true law. He hurriedly rushed forward, hugged his elder brother, and Live the dream I have been waiting for for a long time.

He carefully described the other person's face, and suddenly, he noticed something was wrong.

The elder brother clasped his hands together, showing compassion and wisdom.

Other than that, there is nothing else.

He rubbed his eyes red and shed tears, and finally made sure that there was no nostalgia and reluctance on the other person's face, so compassion turned into cruelty, and Minghui turned into indifference.

Wuyu turned and left.

Bodhisattvas have become enlightened, all living beings have fallen into the three paths, and now all causes and effects are perfect.

Hahaha, so it is, so it is.

Now all karma is complete, all—full—full—

He tripped over something, his feet were soft, and he fell on the cold ground.

The ground was so cold, but his internal organs and six lungs seemed to be scorched by flames, and he fell down in severe pain. He tried to get up, but his limbs were sore and weak. With a cold and indifferent face, the figure turned and left without hesitation.

Other than that, nothing else!

The pain devours the body, and the poison enters the heart.

He pressed the fingers on the face suddenly, thrust into the eye sockets, and gouged out the eyes.

The two eyeballs fell to the ground instantly, and Gululu rolled away.

Blood flowed horizontally, and the eyes were instantly dark.

But those chaotic, indifferent, and decisive images finally dissipated before his eyes and mind, and his world finally returned to calm.

He laughed: "Haha, hahaha, okay, okay, everything is okay..."

The mist that was enveloping behind him suddenly solidified.

Under the heavy snow, countless visions appeared one after another, and the boundless mighty power seemed to appear at the same time, like a warm wind, blowing past the tantric disciples, blowing away the pain on their bodies and the fog in their minds.

Buddha emerged from the mist.It fell down on the lotus platform, with a solemn treasure, majestic and kind face.

While other Buddhas are dressed in gold, it is dressed in black.

When it appeared, its eyes were closed, and when Wuzhi pulled out his eyes and threw them on the ground, he bent down to pick them up.

All eyes are gone, and the eyes of the heart are open.

Wuzhi's eyes were permanently closed, while Buddha's eyes suddenly opened.

Everything, everything, is over.

Wuzhi groped, and slowly sat up from the ground.

The sound of mountains and tsunami reached their ears, and they were shouting: "Shizun—"

Wuzhi crossed his legs.

After the darkness, there is still a scene, and the world reappears in his mind.

He saw that all beings were fanatical, all beings knelt down and worshiped, all the eight radicals rushed over, there was no arrogance on their faces, and they all bowed their heads devoutly.

He also saw Buddha behind him, and Buddha was also looking at him.

He looked around again, and there was no difference in everything, but the world had become black and red, and between black and red, one could see one's true nature.

For a long time.

Wuzhi's eyelids moved slightly, and under the eye sockets without eyeballs, two pools of blood flowed down.

Bodhisattvas become enlightened, and all living beings fall into the three paths.

Brother, in the past you became a Buddha, but today I am a demon.

It is just that each returns to its place, and the cause and effect are complete.

When cheers came from outside, Huisheng in the big tent suddenly had severe pain in his eyes. He couldn't help falling, turned over on the ground, and raised his hands to cover his eyes.

Two lines of tears flowed down between the fingers.