Chapter 219 Inner Demon

Daoran smashed the Buddha statues and used them as firewood to make a fire.

The blazing fire lit up again, and the warmth dispelled the cold. No matter whether it was disrespectful to the Buddha or not, the effect was real.

The sari trees were burning by the fire, but his face looked a little ugly.

His patience at this time was very complicated. He didn't want Daoran to do the right thing, which would make his previous actions look very stupid, but he couldn't refuse the bonfire lit by the Buddha statue, otherwise he would freeze to death in a short time.

here.

Is it to save face or life?

Salisu was hesitant, but he was sitting on his butt next to the campfire and was unwilling to move.

Guan Xingyue saw Sha Lishu's performance and whispered to him: "Junior brother, there is no limit to the sea of ​​​​Buddha. There is no difference between enlightenment today and enlightenment ten years later. Right and wrong are all planks on the ship in the sea of ​​suffering, and they can all be saved."

People get to the other side.”

After hearing this, Sha Li Shu quickly clasped his hands and said respectfully: "Amitabha, His Highness's words are like a wake-up call. Sha Li Shu has been taught a lesson."

Guan Xingyue glanced at Salisu and stopped talking.

In fact, whether you are enlightened or not can be seen at a glance. The so-called enlightenment of Salisu is just a polite flattery, not an enlightenment in his heart.

This junior brother is far less intelligent than the other one.

Daoran was still demolishing the Buddha statues. He had no magic power and no tools at his disposal. He just relied on his fists to smash them, which was not very efficient.

Daoran found it very troublesome, but others were dumbfounded.

With your bare hands, beat the rosewood until it was full of cracks and sawdust flew everywhere?

This is such a powerful punch. This little monk's magic power is obviously blocked, how can he still be so powerful in his boxing skills?

The scholar began to regret. He had offended Dao Ran too harshly. He did not expect that the young monk was so fierce. If he had punched him, he would probably be dead.

The scholar took another look at the Sali tree and found that the monk was watching the fire with his eyes, nose and nose, and he felt a lot of contempt in his heart. This Tianzhu monk was also unreliable. At the critical moment, the Da Zhou monk had a way.

Thinking of this, the scholar approached the woodcutter Wang Zhi and said, "You see Master Daoran is so tired, why don't you go and help?"

The woodcutter glanced at Daoran and whispered, "I don't dare. This is disrespectful to the Buddha."

What Daoran smashed was the Buddha statue, and what they went up to was Lingshan. The combination of these two things felt inappropriate no matter how much he thought about it. Therefore, the woodcutter did not take out the hatchet hidden in his clothes because he was afraid of lending it to Daoran.

Of course, you will be blamed by the Buddha.

But the woodcutter couldn't stand the cold, so Daoran smashed the Buddha statue to make a fire. He was also happy in his heart.

At this time, the scholar suddenly raised his voice and said, "Look at a cunning man like you, who is scolding Master Daoran for being disrespectful to the Buddha even though the fire is burning. Master Daoran sacrificed himself to save your life. How dare you scold someone behind his back like this?"

This voice attracted everyone's attention. When the scholar saw Dao Ran, he also looked over and quickly started his performance.

The scholar waved his sleeves and said disdainfully: "I'm really ashamed to be in the company of people like you. Master Daoran, before I used to speak unscrupulously and blame good people, but now I'm here to help."

Wang Zhi looked at the scholar in shock, how could this man be so shameless. However, there was nothing wrong with what the scholar said. The woodcutter was indeed warming himself by the fire while scolding Daoran for disrespecting the Buddha.

But if you whisper that it's okay in private, and it's exposed in public, where can you put your face?

The scholar was still scolding relentlessly, scolding the woodcutter like a pig or a dog, and he became a good man who changed his ways.

But the woodcutter was too stupid to argue with the eloquent scholar. He was so angry that he pulled out his hatchet and cursed at the scholar: "You little bastard, I'll chop you to death!"

The scholar sneered and said: "Huh, you are indeed a dishonest person. If you are exposed, you will be killed and silenced. Master Daoran, please give me your opinion..."

The scholar was about to have something to do with Dao Ran, but he was shocked to find that Dao Ran didn't listen to their quarrel at all. After breaking the other arm of the Buddha statue, he walked to the window of the Main Hall and seemed to be observing what was happening outside.

Wind and snow.

"Why is this monk not following common sense? Isn't it his job to save someone's life rather than build a seven-level pagoda?" The scholar's face was full of surprise, but the woodcutter's hatchet was about to hit his neck.

The scholar had never learned any martial arts. He tried to dodge but was unable to do so. Seeing that he was about to lose his head, Guan Xingyue took action and grabbed the woodcutter's knife-wielding hand.

"Amitabha, this wind and snow will not stop for a while, so the two donors should save some energy."

As soon as Guan Xingyue said this, both the woodcutter and the scholar shuddered.

I hadn't noticed when they were quarreling, but both of them had already moved away from the bonfire, and now they realized that their bodies were unbearable from the cold.

Their lives were at stake, so the two of them stopped arguing and returned to the bonfire to keep warm.

Guan Xingyue sighed, walked to Dao Ran and said, "Junior brother Dao Ran, your Dharma is profound and you understand people's hearts better than a poor monk. Why didn't you save people just now?"

Daoran asked strangely: "They are looking for trouble and killing each other. What does that have to do with me?"

"But saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. How can we monks stand by and watch?" Guan Xingyue asked.

Daoran did not explain, only said: "This is Lingshan."

Guan Xingyue didn't react at first, but after careful consideration, he suddenly realized it and quickly said to Daoran: "Junior brother is wise and understanding, and the poor monk admires it."

Ordinary monks know that saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. They cannot just watch others die, let alone the Buddhas in Lingshan? This is a test given by them, so how can they watch them kill each other and die?

Daoran just figured this out and didn't bother to pay attention.

Including this strange snowstorm, Daoran actually wasn't too worried about his safety. He was only worried that if he died here, he would be sent directly down the mountain and lose the chance to go up to Lingshan Mountain.

Then Fahai would probably be very angry, and then lock him up, and wait until a year later to go to the underworld... I can't continue to think about it. It's already here anyway, so let's do our best.

Guan Xingyue admired Daoran more and more. This young monk was younger than him, but he was so smart. His heart was so clear and exquisite that it was not stained by any dust.

Looking back at the woodcutter and the scholar, although the two were silent on the surface, their hatred for each other had been planted, and they didn't know when it would break out.

"Amitabha, all living beings are suffering. I really don't know how to save all living beings." Guan Xingyue sighed.

Daoran had a good impression of this monk. He was at least more likable than the original Shenxiu, so he said to him: "Mortals have no ability to control their destiny, so they naturally have to rely on others, so they are calculating and greedy. If you can guarantee that the two of them will be brought together."

When they go to Lingshan Mountain and reach the Paradise, they will no longer hate each other."

Guan Xingyue shook his head and said: "The poor monk himself can't guarantee that he will reach the top of the mountain. How can he guarantee that he will lead them to the Paradise of Paradise?"

"Then let's find another way." Daoran said.

"Junior brother, please give me some advice." Guan Xingyue said respectfully.

Daoran smiled slightly, walked to the bonfire, and said to the two of them: "All you want is to go to Lingshan Mountain and go to the Paradise, right?"

When the scholar saw Dao Ran taking the initiative to speak, he quickly said, "Of course, I have offended you many times before. Please don't blame Master Dao Ran. If Master Dao Ran is willing to help, I will be very grateful."

Daoran turned to the woodcutter and said, "Donor Wang, where are you?"

"I heard that as long as I go to Lingshan Mountain, Buddha can help me realize any wish. My mother is old and sick. I want to go to Lingshan Mountain and ask Buddha to save my mother. Master Daoran, I was sorry for you before, but I

I don’t dare to bet, I must go to Lingshan Mountain for my mother’s sake.” The woodcutter said firmly.

When the scholar heard what the woodcutter said, he secretly screamed, "Why didn't he come up with a touching reason to deceive others? He didn't expect that this cunning man with thick eyebrows and big eyes would also use this method. Once Daoran turned to the woodcutter,

How can I survive the next test?

Just when the scholar wanted to make up a reason that "my father is also seriously ill", Daoran said: "Since you are going to Lingshan, you must believe in Buddhism. Since you believe in Buddhism, you should know that Buddhism leads people to do good. If

If you have no good intentions and only have calculations in your heart, how can you get to the Lingshan Mountain?"

The scholar was about to say that he was dedicated to good deeds, but Daoran continued: "No matter how sincere the expression, no matter how perfect the tone, if you can deceive yourself, you can deceive me, how can you deceive the Buddha? What you are thinking, in front of me, Buddha Tathagata

There is no escape."

After hearing what Daoran said, both the scholar and the woodcutter turned pale with fright, and even broke into cold sweat.

People in the world always like to pray to gods and worship Buddha, and evil people are no exception.

They all believe in the existence of gods and Buddhas, but many times people selectively forget about the cycle of cause and effect. Therefore, after doing bad things, they put up incense sticks and pretend that nothing happened, and only start to regret when the retribution is over.

The most obvious example is Feng Shui. I don't know how many people use all kinds of cruel methods to persecute others because "they have harmed my home's Feng Shui", but they never thought about whether they would harm "Feng Shui" by being so unconscionable.

Daoran put this essential issue in front of the two of them. As long as they are not stupid, they should know what to do.

The woodcutter was the first to react. He rushed to the broken Buddha statue and knelt vigorously. Then he said loudly: "I was wrong. I was really wrong. Buddha is merciful. If there is any fault, blame it on me. Please don't blame me."

My mother."

The scholar hesitated for a moment, and finally knelt down side by side with the woodcutter, and repented devoutly: "Lord Buddha, I, Wen Liangyu, am despicable and shameless. In order to cling to Master Daoran, I will not hesitate to make others suffer injustice. Please forgive me, Lord Buddha. From today on, I

I will definitely do one good deed every day and never dare to do such evil again."

The two of them kowtowed, and Guan Xingyue was stunned.

"Junior Brother Daoran, you really...could it be that the Bodhisattva transformed into a human being to test us?"

Guanxingyue didn't know how to describe it, but Daoran made them wake up and repent of their mistakes with just a few words. This is what the so-called Bodhisattva can do.

Daoran shook his head and said: "Senior brother, you are thinking too much. These two people did not really convert, they just wanted something, so they made a promise. When they find out that they can't go to Lingshan at all, they will feel resentful.

Maybe it will get worse."

Guan Xingyue looked at the two of them again, and then nodded with deep sympathy.

He is also a monk and has seen countless people offering incense religiously, but this kind of transactional piety is not what Buddhism calls enlightenment, and most wishes cannot be realized.

"Amitabha, admitting your mistakes is the first step to enlightenment. Junior brother, your merits are still immeasurable." Guan Xingyue said.

Daoran just smiled and did not answer this sentence.

If insulting others could be considered a meritorious deed, he would have become a Buddha long ago.
To be continued...