Can pigs become immortals?

nine

The sun has set and night is approaching.

At this time, the meal has arrived on the table.

The monk, the younger brother and the caravan were having a lively meal, when suddenly they heard the sound of Kuang Kuang knocking on the door, and someone shouted outside the courtyard: "Is anyone there? Is there anyone? Is the master at home?!"

The monk put down his bowl and chopsticks and went to open the door.

It was a scholar wearing a scholar's robe and a middle-aged servant who helped the scholar with his luggage.

The scholar seemed weak in writing, but his voice was extremely loud, and he was eloquent, talking endlessly. As soon as he was at the dinner table, he began to chat with the consul of the caravan.

However, the middle-aged servant who came with him did not say a word, and everyone was a little afraid of him, because this servant had a bloody old scar on his face, which ran from his right forehead to his left ear, as if covering his entire face. Split into two halves.

Because his appearance was really scary, even the well-informed consul couldn't help asking him how he got this injury.

When the consul asked, before the servant could open his mouth, the scholar complained repeatedly, saying that they encountered bandits on the road, how cruel the bandits were, how loyal his servant was, and all the way. With great difficulty, he escorted him to escape, but he was hacked and injured all over his body.

The members of the caravan and the younger juniors were all in awe when they heard this, and they all shouted at the beginning: "It's so dangerous, so dangerous!"After hearing it, he praised again and again: a good man, a good man!

The atmosphere at the table was high, and the chatter was in full swing.

Only the monk and the servant looked at each other in silence.

I think these two people, maybe, are old acquaintances.

this night.

The sky is full of stars, and the moon covers the clouds.

Finished meal.

The monk suddenly ruthlessly wanted to drive away the younger brother, but the younger brother refused in every possible way, saying that it was dark and it was not safe to walk at night, and then he said that he would help the brother cook tomorrow.

However, the monk was still ruthless and said, "The abbot is waiting for you to bring the message back."

The little junior was wronged twice a day, and he was so angry that he walked away against the night wind with tears in his eyes.

The consul and a few guys from the caravan collected the table full of mess and went to the kitchen to wash it.

The monk led the two new guests to the room under the dancing lights.

The monk pushed open the door and handed over the lamp in his hand to the scholar. The scholar stepped into the door with a happy face. Once he entered the room, he repeatedly praised the simplicity and cuteness of the room.

However, the consul was not there, and no one took his fault.

The scholar sighed and had no choice but to shut up, even the figure became a little lonely.

The scholar said to the monk: "It's really bothering the master. The rest of the work can be done by the two of us. You should go back and rest earlier."

The monk performed the Buddhist ritual, said peace, and turned around to leave.

The servant suddenly said, "I'll send the master off."

The scholar was taken aback when he heard the words, as if he hadn't expected the servant's move at all.

The monk nodded and said, "Then there will be a benefactor."

The scholar was left with a face full of astonishment.

In the dark night.

The monk led the way, and the servant held the lamp behind. The two remained silent, but walked forward in silence.

The monk stopped in front of the Buddhist hall.

The two stood still and looked at each other for a moment.

The servant opened the mouth first: "Master sleeps in the Buddhist hall on weekdays?"

The monk replied: "Today's scriptures have not been finished yet, and the poor monk wants to finish writing before resting."

The two were silent for another moment.

The monk said: "The donor, please go back."

The servant didn't move. He looked at the monk and said, "Master, after seeing you, I have a doubt. Can the master help me solve it?"

"Sir, please speak."

"Then I'm going to be crazy. May I ask Master, is it because you are merciful that you built a residence in this wilderness? Or is it because..."

A gust of night wind blew past, and the shadows of the lamps flickered and went out, and the darkness that suddenly gathered dripped on the two of them in an instant.

In the darkness, the servant's voice was like a ghost.

"You want to redeem yourself?"

"The poor monk...has a crime beyond redemption."

Ten

The monk is a strange person. Some people say that he wants to become a Buddha, and some people say that he has sins and needs to be redeemed.

Not only that, the monk also has a hobby.

He would look at the moon every night, no matter whether the moon was short or full, or there was a moon or no moon, he would look at the moon.

Every time when the sun sets and the moon rises, he sits or stands, and starts to wait for the moon, and he moves when the moon moves. Even if there is no moon in the night sky, his eyes are still moving, as if he can see through the dense clouds and see the moon's shadow. trace.

Therefore, I think the monk is really strange, and I really want to ask him, what is so beautiful about the moon that he should look at it every day?

I also wanted to ask him what he meant when he said he was guilty beyond redemption.

The night is still very long, and in the wind, I smell a hint of danger.

The monk must have noticed something, so he sent away the junior brother.

Under the Buddhist altar, there is a dark iron stick that is as long as one person. It is a monk's weapon.

After the servant left, the monk did not silently read any scriptures, but took out the black iron stick and wiped it carefully with a cloth in the dim yellow light.

I followed the dangerous breath, let go of my spiritual sense, and quietly listened to the night talk of this mountain.

In the guest room, the people in the caravan had already fallen asleep, but the master and servant were still lying on the bed and whispering.

The scholar asked the servant: "What are you going to do with that monk?! You'd better not be too busy, or else you won't be able to eat mutton and you'll be in trouble!"

But the servant said, "Do you know what I did before I joined the gang?"

The scholar sneered, "I know, it's a scam, you were a veteran before you joined the group! What are you talking about?"

The servant said: "You must have an accomplice in everything you do, even if you are cheating."

The scholar was a little stunned: "What do you mean? Could it be that the monk was a partner with you before? We have met colleagues now?" Then he smiled and said, "Don't be afraid of colleagues. In this business, it's just black and white!" Said, "Just like their merchants, they do evil to make money, we are green forest heroes, robbing the rich and helping the poor, hehe, helping our own poor!"

The servant ignored his confusion, and continued mockingly: "The monk used to be a colleague, but now he is not. Now he is a master, a compassionate eminent monk."

The scholar was a little worried: "Then did he recognize you?"

"Well, I recognized it," the servant said, "So what if I recognize it, the medicine has already been drunk, and the people in the caravan are sleeping like dead pigs at the moment, and the dozens of people we ambushed outside are still dealing with it." You can't do it without a single monk!"

The scholar laughed twice, and said, "Yes!" Then, he got excited, patted the servant on the shoulder, and said, "Seeing that you gritted your teeth when you mentioned the monk, do you have any grudges? Before you take any action, Tell me about your story!"

I looked at the monk through the starlight, he had already turned off the light, and he was meditating with the black iron and gold stick across his knees, entering meditation.

The monk is good looking, handsome and handsome, with a dignified appearance, and there is a faint image of compassion between his brows.

Now he looks like a dignified monk, and he is said to be born with a relic in his mouth. Who would have thought that he was also a pitiful child when he was a child.

The servant said that the monk was originally from a scholarly family, but later the family offended the big shots, the villain cheated, and the family fell into ruin. Later, the family members passed away one after another, leaving the monk as a young and ignorant person.

The servant and his accomplices kidnapped the monk and scammed them everywhere. They used the monk as a child to make others unsuspecting, and tricked people to come to him to rob him. If they robbed him, they would take the monk away, especially if they loved to rob and drive alone in the wilderness. Sometimes the deceived people resist too much, they will dismiss the monks, and then kill people to silence them.

The monks were still young at the time, so they didn't know what they were doing, so they were sent around as a tool, and they were beaten severely when they were disobedient.

When the monk got older and realized that he was helping the evildoers, he became more rebellious day by day. The servants and accomplices also noticed that the monk would be a big trouble that he could not control in the future, so he decided to do nothing but find him. A place where no one was around, killed something.

But the monk was quicker to strike. Before the two of them could attack, he got on the line with a beggar. The beggar reported to the official, and then rescued the monk. His accomplice was arrested and beheaded for public display. The servant jumped off the rapids while the officers and soldiers were unprepared. Dahe only escaped unharmed, and the knife wound on his face was cut by the officers and soldiers who were chasing him when he fled.

eleven

The monk said that he was guilty and hard to redeem, but I can understand what it means. Those who were hurt by him will either die or never see each other again. Redeem it.

However, the monk and the servant are enemies. After more than ten years of wandering around, they met here again today. It is destined that there will be a life-and-death battle tonight.

Suddenly, a sharp whistle pierced the silence of the night, and the monk suddenly opened his eyes, and there was no trace of sleepiness in Rushui's eyes.

In the woods around the temple, a few torches were lit up sporadically.

I think that if dozens of people deal with the monk, the monk may be doomed.

The monk opened the door and went out. The scholar and servants were already standing in the courtyard.

The scholar raised his hands in a bow, and said to the monk with a smile: "Master, I'm sorry for disturbing your sleep!"

The monk recited a Buddha's name: "Amitabha, the two benefactors, it is not too late to rein in the precipice, please stop."

The scholar spread his hands to him, with a fake and helpless expression on his face, "I can't let me decide this, Master."

While talking, bandits outside broke open the courtyard door, and 30, no. [-] people came in in a swarm, filling the courtyard to the brim.

The bandit leader took the lead and gave orders as soon as he came in: "Brothers, don't talk too much, you should kill, you should take it, and set fire after taking it, your hands and feet are quick, let me do it!"

"Dry!"

"Dry!"

"Dry!"

As the only outsider present, the monk was naturally the first to be targeted.

A few good men held up their knives and slashed at him.

The monk was not bad, so he went up to him with a stick.

The monk's stick skills were really good, and the few heroes who beat them had no strength to fight back, and they were beaten to the ground in two or three hits.

However, two fists are no match for four hands, and more heroes rushed over screaming.

I think, it's my turn to play, I'm going to come to the rescue of the hero... Uh, something seems wrong!

It doesn't matter, in short, I want the monk to be grateful to me, so that I can bring my buddies along when I become a Buddha and ascend to heaven!