Fast Time Travel Novel Improver

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The old monk seemed to meet a long-lost friend, without the slightest secular politeness.He pulled away two worn-out chairs, invited Song Yaze to sit down, and poured him a cup of hot tea.Curls of hot air are coming out of the mouth of the teacup, which looks extremely warm under the warm yellow light.

It's always easy to get along with sincere and open people, and Song Yaze's heart also settled down.He looked at the old man, whose body was obviously old, but bursting with vitality.Beneath the shell of his already wrinkled skin, there seemed to be a newborn living.What a clear and healthy old man this is!

"Excuse me, Master, what is your Dharma name?" Song Yaze sipped his tea and asked politely.

"Hui Xian." The old monk sat opposite him, his voice was like a bell echoing in the valley, low and powerful, with a strong confidence, it seemed to contain full power, which could penetrate everything. "Have you ever read Buddhist scriptures?"

"I have dabbled in Buddhism, but the content of the Buddhist scriptures is obscure and difficult to understand, so I couldn't stick to it in the end." Song Yaze replied truthfully.

"Let's talk about something simple. If you meet people of any level, you can say what level they say. This is also cultivation!" The old monk was very free and easy. He brushed away the remaining dust on the table with a touch of his wide sleeves. .

Song Yaze thought for a while and asked, "It is said in the Buddhist scriptures that people have reincarnation. I have always been skeptical about this. It seems to have become a comforting word for parting life and death."

"Haha!" The old man laughed and opened his mouth cheerfully: "That's right, well, at least you still know about reincarnation! Everyone has their own ideas! Some people regard it as the truth, while others regard it as the truth." Denounce it as superstition, of course I believe it. Otherwise, how did you wear this monk's uniform!"

"Human, life after life is nothing more than dying and dying again, just changing skins! The habits of the previous life can be extended to the next life, and can continue to change with the environment!"

Song Yaze nodded half-believingly, and said, "I think Buddhism is a high-level philosophy, but I haven't been able to reach its meaning. To be honest, even now, when it comes to Buddhism and meditation, the concepts in my mind are still very vague. "

The old man laughed again, and he seemed to never have any unhappy things: "Buddha, in Sanskrit, means 'enlightenment'. The Buddha and ordinary people are just one thought away. Once you become enlightened, you You are a Buddha; if you are not enlightened, then you are an ordinary person! Therefore, everyone has the capital to be a Buddha!"

"As for meditation, it is to keep a pure heart forever. If you have this kind of ability, eating, sleeping, defecating and urinating are all meditation!" There was some light in the old monk's eyes, which made him look very wise.

Song Yaze paused, and said slowly: "According to the precepts, you shouldn't have opened this store. Could it be..."

"Haha! I finally met a person who has nothing to say! That's right, according to the precepts, I broke the precept! But, people in this world like to stand with people of the same kind. You and I understand the truth of this song If I practice seclusion and live a cool life in the remote mountains and countryside, where can I talk about Buddhism? I will not be able to complete the task of spreading the Buddha's seed!"

Song Yaze nodded in amazement. It was the first time he saw such a monk. Although he looked a bit independent, he couldn't find fault with what he said, and it really reached the essence.He nodded and said, "I am really educated today!"

The two talked for a long time before Song Yaze returned to his bedroom.It was late at night, and he was lying on the bed, looking at the lonely light of the street lamp outside the window, deeply moved.After chatting with monk Huixian, he had more thoughts, but his heart was calm.

The stars in the night sky seem to be frozen in the sky, only occasionally twinkling a few times.Even the cold bugs stopped croaking, everything was so quiet, as if time was frozen at this moment.Song Yaze had just had a heart-to-heart talk with the monk, and in this quiet late night, he felt extremely comfortable and peaceful physically and mentally.

But peace and beauty are always short-lived, and turmoil and mania seem to be more willing to show off.

Suddenly, there was a roar that resounded through the sky in the distance, followed by the elongated sound of the police siren. All the tranquility and peace instantly disintegrated, shattered into sharp thorns, and pierced into this land.The explosion sounded like thunder, startling everyone from their beds.Dust rose up, accompanied by sparks.This originally peaceful city was awakened by the smell of gunpowder.

Song Yaze jumped off the bed in a panic, walked to the window, and found that there was already a sea of ​​flames in the distance.He vaguely saw a few black bombs falling from the sky, and set off a burst of fireworks amidst a huge roar.The floor began to shake beneath his feet, and lime began to fall from the walls.The sounds of exclamation, screams, and cries outside the window were mixed together, and with the backdrop of the flames, it was like hell on earth.

War came and killed peace!

He ran to the door stepping on the rickety ground, opened the door after a long time of effort, and saw Liu Fang going out in a hurry.Seeing Song Yaze, Liu Fang shouted: "Xiao Song! Run quickly, the basement leads to an air-raid shelter!"

After finishing speaking, she turned back and shouted at the house: "Da Rong, run quickly! What are you looking for! You are going to die!"

But Lian Darong's anxious retort came from inside: "Shut up! What are you yelling about? I have to get Sidon's visa application materials... I need it to apply for a visa at the end of the year!"

"Oh! What time is it? It's time to return to Sidon! This time it's the Sidonians who came to beat us! You! Sooner or later it will be destroyed by this Sidon!" Liu Fang was so anxious that she was about to cry. , Her hair was all covered with plaster.

Finally, Lian Darong stumbled out clutching his baby, complaining, "What are you muttering about! If only people from Sidon called, we can live a better life!"

Song Yaze ran into the air-raid shelter, which was full of panicked people.They were old and young, all were disheveled and terrified, and some were bleeding, looking very embarrassed.The war is so sudden, pushing blood, death and cruelty in front of people, it is so shocking.

Everyone was awakened from their sleep by the sudden disaster, but they faced death immediately.They are like lined up in front of death, waiting to be picked.

The relatives hugged each other and shivered, the children were crying, the mother's face was full of despair, and the man's expression was flustered.They are temporarily safe in the air-raid shelter, but they seem to suffer more than the dead.

Song Yaze was filled with emotion.Is this war?Is this a war launched by politicians from various countries for their own interests?Who will pay for the actions of those in positions of power?It's the lives of innocent people.Is the blood of the people shed for those who seek power?

A bitterness welled up in his heart.At this time, he saw Monk Huixian on the opposite side.

The old monk was sitting cross-legged and meditating peacefully, with his eyes closed, his face was peaceful, and he showed no sign of panic, and was incompatible with the panic and noise around him.Song Yaze walked towards him, as if he sensed it, without raising his head, he asked, "Are you afraid of death?"

Song Yaze thought for a while before saying, "Now that I'm not ready to die, it's a lie to say whether I'm afraid or not. I won't know until I'm really going to die someday."

"Haha!" The old monk smiled, and slowly opened his eyes, "Yes! Saying and doing are two different things! Many people are greedy for life and afraid of death, and when it comes to death, they are afraid. But maybe when it's time to die, they are not afraid gone."

At this time, a thunderbolt hit the air-raid shelter, and the whole air-raid shelter shook a few times, the dim lights flickered, and there were screams and cries.Death, so close to these people!

"Why do people start a war?" Song Yaze asked after being silent for a long time.

"If you want to know about swords and robberies in the world, just listen to the sound of the butcher's gate at midnight." The old monk replied, "Killing animals and skinning them to satisfy one's own appetite is human selfishness. If selfishness is too much, even a little patience No way, the murderous intent will spread to the same kind. Human selfishness is not extinguished, and this world will never be without disputes."

Song Yaze fell silent, pondering over what the old monk said.

At this time, more and more thunder hit the air-raid shelter, falling like raindrops, causing the air-raid shelter to vibrate; the people had gradually quieted down from the panic and screaming at the beginning.

The catastrophe was imminent, and the crying stopped.When the tide of panic rushed over, all that was left was dead silence.

The sound of explosions gradually decreased, and the air-raid shelter gradually stabilized, but the sound of machine guns came from outside the entrance of the cave.A bold young man walked to the entrance of the cave and secretly checked the situation outside the cave.

"Look! Let's fight them! The bombs are gone, and the guns are going! Wow, Sidon's gun is a good one! Big and bright!"

The young man in the lead seemed to be watching a good show, with curiosity written all over his dishonest face.

"You bastard!" A middle-aged man stepped forward, his body still stained with blood.He seemed to be out of breath, his face was full of anger, and his eyes were red.

He raised his hand and punched the young man hard in the face. "We Dongxia people were all killed by the Sidonians, and you are still screaming here!"

The young man let out a sore throat, covered his face and squatted down.The middle-aged man didn't let go, he grabbed the young man's collar, threw him to the ground, punched and kicked him like crazy: "People like you should be skinned alive!"

The young man was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and the corners of his eyes were covered with blood, but the man didn't show any intention of stopping.Seeing the young man dying, none of the people around stood up.Maybe Song Yaze hated the attitude of young people who turned their elbows, or maybe under the shadow of war, his own life was hard to save, so how could he care about other things.

"Okay! He's dying!" Monk Hui Xian's pitiful voice sounded, "Leave him alive! Your relatives are dead, and I understand your grief and indignation."

Only then did the middle-aged man stop, and he turned his head to look at the speaking monk Huixian.Song Yaze found that the man's face was full of tears, and he looked extremely sad and indignant, which really made people feel sad.

He glanced at the young man whose face was covered in blood on the ground, got up, and walked back.He covered his face with his hands, his body trembled slightly at first, and then suddenly trembled violently as he walked, and he couldn't even walk steadily.A lot of tears flowed from his fingers, and finally he knelt on the ground unbearably, crying loudly.

"A-Lian...my A-Lian..." He cried out his wife's name.His beloved wife was crushed to death by a collapsed wall on the way to escape, and he couldn't even pull out his wife's body.

The man's cries sounded more mournful than the woman's, echoing in the silent air-raid shelter.His desperation and sadness spread out in the long hole in an instant, causing many fragile women to cry uncontrollably.What a heart-wrenching picture, the cruelty of war!

At this time, two people stumbled in from the entrance of the cave.One of them was wearing a military uniform, his body was stained with blood, and he looked seriously injured, but his face still had a resolute look.He has been trained for a long time, even though he is carrying great pain, his back is still straight and never bent; the other is wearing a white coat, with a round and fat figure, wearing round glasses, and carrying a small luggage Bao, who looks like a doctor, looks anxious.

Song Yaze glanced at the two of them, and was immediately stunned—the man in military uniform was none other than Commander Wu whom he met on the road in the afternoon!

He was covering his shoulders, his face was in pain, his brows were furrowed, but his eyes were wide open; his breathing was also trembling, and every bit of air coming in and out of his nasal cavity seemed to be painful.

The doctor helped Wu Hao to sit in the corner, sweating all over his face in anxiety.He took out the medicine box from his bag, opened it in a panic, and tremblingly took out tweezers, disinfectant and gauze.

"Commander Wu, the conditions are limited, you can only bear with it!" The doctor said solemnly.

"Come on." Wu Hao tore off his clothes, revealing a bloody wound, with no fear on his face and a firm expression.

The doctor nodded, took a deep breath, and then inserted the tweezers into the festered flesh. A large amount of blood gushed out of the wound instantly, but Wu Hao just frowned, and didn't even mess up his breathing rhythm.

Without anesthesia, the tweezers were squeezed together with the flesh, and every nerve fiber was conveying pain.Wu Hao's complexion was pale, but his expression was still firm and righteous.He is an iron-blooded man who is not afraid of pain and suffering!

The doctor was also sweating from nervousness. He stopped from time to time and took out a paper handkerchief from his white coat to wipe his sweat.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not afraid of pain." Wu Hao glanced at the doctor and said solemnly.

Maybe it was Wu Hao's encouragement that worked. After a while, the doctor took out three bullets.

Wu Hao's tense brows were finally relieved. He took a long breath, and after the doctor bandaged the wound, he put on his clothes calmly, stood up, and said to the people in the air-raid shelter:

"The enemy soldiers have been temporarily blocked, everyone follow me..." His wound hurt, and he lost blood, making him a little dizzy.He clutched his wound and said with strength, "...follow me to the safe area...the air-raid shelter is not safe."

He obviously looked pained, but the soldier's spirit made him still resolute.All for the country, all for the people, this is his belief, his religion!

Everyone stood up as if they had heard an order, and walked to the entrance of the cave.

"Doctor Fu, you lead the way at the front... I'm at the back. The Sidonians came from the opposite direction of the safe zone... I'm at the back, so it's easier to check the situation." Wu Hao said intermittently, breathing unsteadily.

"Yes!" Dr. Fu just wanted to walk to the front, but suddenly thought of something, he took out a set of casual clothes from his luggage, and said, "Commander, you'd better change into another set of clothes, it's too easy to show off in military uniform. "

Wu Hao nodded, took the clothes, and said: "Okay. You take everyone away first, and I will follow you after I change clothes." He lost a lot of blood, his eyes began to turn black, but he still stood up straight .

Doctor Fu gave Wu Hao a worried look, then hurriedly walked to the front of the crowd to lead the team.

Wu Hao saw that most of the crowd had left before he began to change his clothes.But at this time, he had lost so much blood that he could hardly lift his arms. He was cold all over, his eyes were dark and his vision was blurred.

But everyone who passed by just looked at him in admiration, and then quickly walked away with their loved ones in their arms.They do respect soldiers like Wu Hao, but they are more afraid of death and want to save their lives, and they don't want to fall behind the team, as if there is a limit on the number of people in the safe zone, and they can't get in if they are late.

"I'll help you wear it." A firm voice came.

Wu Hao raised his head in a daze, and saw Song Yaze standing in front of him, looking at him with admiration, and an old monk standing beside him.He was a little surprised, his mind seemed to be clearer, and he subconsciously said: "You...you are the one in the afternoon..."

"Yes, Commander! You have lost too much blood, let me change it for you!"