[Sui and Tang Dynasties] The benefactor, the poor monk is a monk

He became a monk since he was a child, followed his master and Buddha, and lived in the bamboo forest jingshe.In his world, besides Buddha, there are still Buddhas.

His goal is to practice continuously, just like his master, until he finally attains the fruition.

The Bamboo Forest Abode is a part of the world that belongs to Master.There are never fewer people who come here every day.Because the master is too handsome, there are always some female relatives who are willing to abandon everything and follow his master.

Even if the master has never shown the slightest temptation.

The Buddha was also worried about his master, but in the end he sighed and let the master handle it.

Seeing this, he asked his master: "Master, what is love? What is love? Why are those women always relentless, even if they are like moths to a flame, they don't get any response."

The master said to him: "Whether it is a man or a woman, there is actually no difference in front of the Buddha. Love is just a desire, and when people are immersed in this desire endlessly, one day... alas."

He seemed to understand, but he saw those women who were even willing to convert to Buddhism and become nuns for their own master.Day after day, always accompanied by green lanterns and wooden fish.

Some ideas, once they take root, can never be erased.

So persistent, why did the master just treat them as others and only hand them over to Buddhism?

The master is most loved by the Buddha, and he is the most loved by the master.The Buddha was happy that Master converted to Buddhism early, and Master was also happy that he converted to Buddhism early.

He was born with a unique talent for practicing Buddhism.Whether it is practicing Zen or martial arts, he is the pride of his master.

However, if you have not taken refuge, you will never be able to leave.

Master's elder brother is the greatest pain in Master's life.

It was the first time he saw his master, with a pale complexion, he returned to the bamboo forest abode in a daze.Asked secretly in private, but learned that someone wanted to kill Buddha, and that person was Master's elder brother.

He had seen that person, the so-called evil monk, although he also converted to Buddhism, he was completely different from his master.That man was quite arrogant, he wanted to obtain extremely high glory and martial arts achievements, but because he was too persistent, it backfired.

People are different, and people's attitudes towards Buddha are also different.

On the day that person finally betrayed, he faced and felt the different impact for the first time.

He sneaked out of the bamboo forest abode and came to his secret world, under a bodhi tree.Under the bodhi tree, there is his own futon. Practicing here can make him feel unusually happy physically and mentally.

It's like getting some treasure, like a chirping bird.

The delicate armor refracts the sunlight, dazzling people's eyes.This is not considered a strong physique, but wearing such armor, the whole person seems to be a size bigger.

His hair was simply tied up, and the ends of his tail kept dancing in the air with the wind. His face was delicate and beautiful, just like his master. Just looking at it made people feel that their hearts were beating non-stop.

This was the first time he saw this young man holding a halberd under the bodhi tree.

"Who are you? How did you come here?" He was always a little unhappy when his own world was discovered by another person.

The visitor met his eyes with a smile: "Bishamon."

Then, he had one more friend who had nothing to do with Buddhism.

The days of daily practice are still the same activities as before.The time that belonged to him was slowly distributed to his little friends.

He practiced Buddhism, but Bishamon was different. He practiced to become a god.

Always thought it was great.He watched Bishamon waving his halberd, and deep in his heart seemed to have some kind of urge to break through the shackles.

With a buddy who cultivated God, the two of them started to form a team to show themselves in the outside world.Such as eliminating demons, such as saving people, such as watching the changes of mountains, rivers and everything.

The two people's schools are different, but fortunately, both of them are quite friendly, and they don't have any views on their family background.The higher-ups are happy to see the success of their friendship.

Until one day, Buddha personally summoned Bishamon.

A little uneasy, he found his master: "Master, what did the Buddha do when he saw Bishamon?"

The master just shook his head and touched his head: "It won't hurt him, what are you worried about?"

Yeah, why should he worry?He should be happy for Bishamon.Because the Buddha found Bishamon, it must be a good thing.

When Bishamon came out, with a strange expression on his face, he pulled him and ran under the Bodhi tree that they used as a secret base: "The Buddha told me that he hoped that I would be the patron saint of Buddhism, and that in the future, the king of evil views will be destroyed. When we are in Buddhism, we can come out to protect Buddhism.”

Buddhism...will be destroyed too?But Bishamon...

"It will be very dangerous." He finally couldn't hold back, and expressed his worries.

Bishamon tugged at his face: "Who do you think I am in trouble for?"

He hummed twice, but didn't reply.

On the day when he swore an oath in front of the Buddha, the crown on Bishamon's head was decorated with countless jewels, which almost blinded his eyes, and the golden armor seemed to be brighter than usual.The war halberd was rubbed so that it could emit a cold light when it was shaken. The Buddha gave him a seven-fold pagoda to help him go to a higher level.

That treasure is really rare.Bishamon is also really rare.

As time went by, Bishamon, like his master, was given the title of being rich. The so-called richness is to praise them for knowing many things.

That day, he was alone under the bodhi tree, rubbing the trunk of the tree with his hands, and muttering to himself: "The gap is really, it's getting bigger and bigger."

Bishamon successfully cultivated into a god and became the patron saint of Buddhism, following the Buddha and guarding Buddhism.And he is still just an unknown Buddhist cultivator, and only this Bodhi tree has witnessed the intersection between the two of them.

Gods do not have worries about birth, old age, sickness and death, and Buddhas are the same.

But he is just a Buddhist practitioner.

After all, he was still preparing to enter reincarnation early.At the moment when he said goodbye to his master, he said to his master, "Master, I still have concerns, and I can't let go, but time waits for me. In the end, I still haven't been able to become a Buddha."

Both the master and the Buddha knew about him and Bishamon.After sighing, he told him that Bishamon stayed with the Buddha for him indeed.

Bishamon knew that he wanted to practice Buddhism, but never told him.Bishamon's feelings for him are no longer feelings between friends.

How can Buddhist practitioners be troubled by such feelings?

Those female relatives who chase after Master, have they ever thought about Master?Master probably thought of this, so he has never been tempted by those female relatives.

However, even if he didn't tell the truth, it was already too late.

He understood that he couldn't let go of it, but they didn't say anything.

He didn't even think about it, if there was an afterlife, it would be unrealistic.Because he came to the next life again, but the other party would never have the word afterlife again.This is the difference between a cultivator and a practitioner.

A threshold they cannot cross anyway.

When Bishamon arrived at the Zhulin Abode, all he saw was the young monk with his eyes closed on the bed.

If I had known this day, would I have expressed my inner thoughts?Bishamon didn't know.

The little monk was buried next to the bamboo grove, next to a small lake under the bamboo grove.On that day, Bishamon picked countless bodhi leaves and covered him with a thick layer on the tomb.

Later, beside the lake, a small shoot grew, but its trunk was red.

Bishamon still stood beside the Buddha, but there was one more thing he had to do every day, to see the reincarnated little monk.

The little monk believed in Buddhism as always, but he placed his faith in a strange place. He had no love, but he no longer practiced Buddhism.

Young monks who no longer practice Buddhism will never come to Bishamon again.The distance between them will only get farther and farther, until Sansei III passes away, and they will no longer be entangled.

Bishamon can't let go, how does this make him let go...

After all, he knelt down to the Buddha, and he prayed to the Buddha.

Voluntarily put down a body of cultivation, voluntarily abandon the memory of a lifetime, voluntarily pick up the mundane world, voluntarily fall into endless reincarnation.

How could he be willing to let the little monk alone, living alone in reincarnation life after life.

I thought it would be better to miss it, but I forgot the cycle of cause and effect. If there is a cause, there must be an effect, and if there is an effect, there must be a cause. The master of the little monk saw this scene when the Buddha sat down, and sighed in his heart.

It's not that whoever converts to Buddhism when he was young will be able to purify his six senses and be free from worldly concerns.

After all, they are still too naive.

Although Bishamon was willing to protect the Buddhist sect, he did not belong to the Buddha. The Buddha was silent for a long time, and finally informed the master for him.

Bishamon didn't see the teacher's attitude, but no matter what, they gave the Buddha a face and agreed to Bishamon's request.

Of course, agreeing is agreeing, but unwilling to extend a helping hand.

Reincarnation is naturally not difficult, but it is really a painful thing to strip one's body of cultivation. What's more, no one knows what the result will be when the two meet again.

If the little monk was still there, I'm afraid he wouldn't want to see Bishamon make such a huge sacrifice for a vague possibility.

Later, the master who was still a young monk came forward and begged the Buddha again.

The Buddha sighed, but also helped.

Bishamon took off his crown and placed it in front of the little monk's tomb, leaning against the bamboo next to it, staring at the little red bud that broke the ground in a daze.

Although he is reluctant to give up this body of cultivation, it is not impossible to give up.

After a long time, he put his two magic weapons beside him, and poured all his cultivation into that little red bud.In an instant, the little red bud kept jumping up.

Bishamon slowly closed his eyes.

Under the blowing of the wind, the bodhi leaves slowly floated on his shoulders, just as they floated on the shoulders of the little monk.

Forget the memory, meet again, can we still know each other, hold hands and look at each other.

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