Poor monk quit eating [entertainment]

Twelve once there was a group of great monks

The words of quitting food caused a burst of [23333333] barrage, and some people followed up with [The monks are merciful, if they say they will kill you, they will kill you] and so on. From the perspective of the follow-up assistant, this is already a very good situation Well, at least it's much better than when the little monk triggered a group of [scheming] barrages at the beginning.

This is not scheming, this is really the true character of the little monk.

The assistant sent a message in the management area next to him, saying that the little monk was really in a daze like this. If it weren't for the old man Ding Pu crying while grabbing his sleeve, the little monk would probably still be in a daze until now.

The barrage followed by a series of [ha ha ha], it seems that the little monk is quite interesting.

In any case, people are always overly tolerant of good-looking children, let alone a little monk, with a soft and tender doll-like face, just like a particularly cute emoji, no matter how mean it is It's rare for people to want to restrain their bitterness a little bit. Of course, there are some oily and salty ones, but the occasional unharmonious bullet screens can be ignored.

At this time, a bullet screen flashed over: [My great-grandfather's younger brother was sent to the monastery, and my grandfather went back to look for it later but couldn't find it].

The assistant has sharp eyes, so he added the person who posted the barrage as a friend at that time, and made a follow-up after the show. If it is really the relatives of the old man Ding Pu, then their show will not only be popular again, but will explode , and even become a variety reality show that is completely out of vulgar tastes, at least... their show will definitely not be hung on the wall just because of who they invite.

Not only the assistant, but also the director laughed happily at the other end of the control room.

But at this moment, Jie Chi stood up, stretched out his hand and rubbed the old man Ding Pu's Lingtai Baihui acupoint, and secretly sent an internal force, which was a way to refresh the old man's mind and restore his spirit , but speaking carefully, ordinary martial arts practitioners have no less understanding of the acupuncture points of the human body than any doctor, but they are worse in medicine, and the same is true for abstaining from eating, so he can refresh the old man Ding Pu, but It's hard to understand his depression.

But just to refresh his mind, the old man Ding Pu's eyes widened instantly, and he looked at Jie Chi excitedly: "This... this is what my master used for me..." He stood up and took two steps, Obviously, his spirit has improved a lot, and his face, which he thought he had been crying bitterly before, had become very sluggish, has also eased down.

He continued: "The ghost soldier did that kind of bad thing, almost killed that sister... She was lying on the ground, only breathing out but not in. My master tried everything he could but couldn't Save her life...I didn't know before, but later I knew, I knew, I knew that she really didn't want to live, so..."

The great monk took off his robe and covered the little girl who was raped.

The little girl wore a monk's robe and cut her hair in Xijue Temple. She could have escaped, but she missed her brother who was checked outside the hall, so she sneaked out and tried to drag him back to the hall... If she was so tall A little ugly, just a little ugly, so she won't be found out as a girl, but she is so beautiful... pretty face, pretty figure, pretty every move...

In the prosperous age, her beauty is the mercy and gift of the Buddha, but in the troubled times, her beauty is a sharp knife.

All the luster was lost in the girl's big eyes.

She is only 12 years old.

She has never seen the breadth of the world, never known the warmth of human affection, never felt the thinness of love, and never loved Chunjinghuan.She hadn't experienced anything yet, but she was forced to experience pain early on. Her blood stained the ground below her body, and her soul merged into the ground below her.

Girls are still beautiful.

But she was hurt by the ugliest thing in the world.

The great monk gently hugged her, he remained silent, as motionless as a mountain.

The old monk said that the great monk was using his internal strength to tap into the girl's acupuncture points to stimulate her to wake up, but she did not wake up after all.

The old man Ding Pu's tears came again.This time was 1942. This year was originally a year of famine. Although you could not die of hunger in Xijue Temple, it was not easy to avoid the ghost soldiers from the island country, let alone a ghost soldier died in Xijue Temple. .

"Brothers!" The little monk Dingpu's master was always rebellious when he didn't get along with his master. At this moment, he knew that he couldn't be alone after killing the ghost soldier, so he gently put down the little girl who could no longer be saved, and with a backhand, got off. He took off half of his inner shirt: "I've violated the precept of killing because of disrespect, and caused a big disaster. I'm afraid I'll let you all bear the burden for me. I'll be able to sit at the door. Everyone burns my body and throws ashes in the air. It should be safe for me." ..."

"Shut up!" The master of this court is a discordant uncle, and he is full of anger when he scolds him, "Now that the country is in trouble, we are still struggling with whether to kill or not, this is an obsession and demon!"

The presiding abbot recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha! If I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell."

I don't go to hell, who goes to hell.

If I don't go to hell, who goes to hell?

If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell!

"If I don't go to hell, whoever will go to hell!"——The monks of Xijue Temple walked out of the hall one by one. Get the right result.

A hundred and eight great monks, on this day, picked up the staff, took off the monk's robe, killed, kept the precepts, vajra glared, showed mercy to people, and killed demons.

Old man Ding Pu bent down in the direction of Xijue Temple.

At this moment, the barrage was gone, no one sent barrages and no one dared to post barrages.

Quiet knows what happened in that era, he has already read history books, and even watched two related TV series, but the things at that time were too far away for him, and there was no sense of reality, but Ding Pu... What Dingpu said made him feel that era.

Did Ding Pu’s master discord commit suicide in front of Xijue Temple? They sent all the young monks under the age of 14 to the good people’s home at the bottom of the mountain overnight, and they shaved off the heads of other girls and smeared ashes on their faces. The little monk sent them out, and then they went out together to join the army.

Once he left, he never came back.

There are only a few old monks left in Xijue Temple guarding the temple gate.

The island countries also believe in Buddhism, so some island country military officers are quite considerate enough to not enter temples or kill monks. The monk is gone, and even the island military officer who wants to save face can't let him go.More than a dozen old monks persisted in this way, and were arrested and sentenced to punishment from time to time, but the old monks had long regarded death as home, no matter whether it was physical punishment or foreign incentives, everything was useless to them...

The old man Ding Pu sighed again: "We went to the abbot of this hospital secretly at night... His legs were broken, and they were there... I cried and wiped his body, and he asked us to change them for him. Three clothes, burning incense again...he said he would chant scriptures for one night, but who would have thought that the next morning, he...just...passed away!"

After the old master of our school passed away, the ghost soldiers became even more unscrupulous. After all, Xijue Temple is a thousand-year-old temple. They even moved back the golden Buddha statue. In this way, this once glorious temple declined completely. The next few half-disabled monks guarded here... until the island country was about to be defeated, and their anger that could not be vented burned the Xijue Temple.

Since then, Xijue Temple has disappeared into the long river of history, leaving only the ruined walls and the former young monks of their generation.

And those one hundred and eight adult monks who did not leave their names have long since disappeared on the battlefield. How can their flesh and blood be able to compete with the wooden cang cannon?

The martial arts they have learned... In the final analysis, they are still incomplete.

Quitting eating can't help but make my eyes red.

He also knew that when Shi Zhengqing was rescued that night, the person who wanted to kill him was holding a wooden warehouse, and he also knew that the thing was powerful, but he didn't know... the monks in his Xijue Temple ended up Died on that thing.Maybe for other people, the former monks of Xijue Temple just moved them, but for Jie Chi, it was like a part of his soul was exposed.

A monk, no home, but everywhere in the world is not a home.

He walked up to the old man Ding Pu, pulled him to sit on the floor, looked at the old man with some red eyes, and didn't say much, just recited the mantra of the past life as soon as he opened his mouth.

The Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows and endured all hardships.

King Kong glared, sweeping away demons in the world.

Huide holds nectar, auspiciously before worshiping the Buddha, the supreme dharma is unified, and the ultimate bliss comes first.

Quitting eating and reciting is in Sanskrit, but it is not the same as the current chanting. Every word and every sentence penetrates time and space, with a distant tranquility and peace, just like this, it makes people sink.

The old man Ding Pu also started chanting.He can't keep up with the fasting, but he is trying to follow, as if only in this way can he see his dead master, his dead abbot, his dead self who was once a little monk.

At this time, the bullet screen flashed: [I feel that I have been purified...]

After this barrage, the following barrages only have various onomatopoeias representing crying.

The memories of the old man brought everyone back to the era when monks, laymen, men, women, and children could not be alone, and also brought everyone's thoughts from the mystery of ghosts in Xijue Temple to the past of Xijue Temple.

At this time, someone suddenly thought of those donkey friends.

Someone posted the URL of the live broadcast on Weibo, and asked: [Those donkey friends said that there are ghosts in Xijue Temple, and the grandson of the old man said that they made the old man angry by talking nonsense, so what is the truth? 】

For a while, everyone became curious about the truth again.