What he saw in front of him began to become blurry, and his field of vision continued to become darker. He could hear the low-pitched screams of pedestrians, the sound of footsteps escaping in panic, the honking of cars, and the sound of screams. Zhou Zichang finally
Unable to support his body, he fell to the ground.
He was breathing rapidly.
Pedestrians surrounded him. Some people recognized who he was. Seeing that he was covered in blood, they quickly took out their mobile phones and said:
"Is this Dr. Zhou? What's wrong with you?"
"Hurry up and call the police, call an ambulance!"
Zhou Zichang heard the ambulance in a daze, his spirit suddenly lifted, and he began to struggle.
No, we can't let the doctor come.
He is a doctor himself.
So he knew very well what would happen if a special case like his was discovered, because if it were him, he would behave the same way. He staggered up and the elixir still supported his strength.
, let him knock away the pedestrians, run quickly, and then turn into the alley.
The obsession with immortality finally failed to overcome the pain caused by the elixir.
Zhou Zichang stumbled to the ground, coughing violently.
My vision was blurry, and I could vaguely see a tall man walking out in front of me. The latter was wearing a gray monk's robe, with no grass growing on his head. His expression was dignified and kind, as if he was surprised. He raised one hand to his chest and said Amitabha.
…………
In the alleyway.
The young monk discovered Zhou Zichang in a white coat and was keenly aware that the latter was actually dead. Although Zhou Zichang was covered in blood and looked ferocious, he still squatted down and reached out to hold Zhou Zichang's palm with a generous palm.
Warmly, he comforted in a low voice:
"Amitabha……"
"Almsgiver, life is over and death has come. There is no need to hold on. Let go and you will be liberated."
The young monk had a compassionate face, recited the Rebirth Mantra, and used Buddhism to transcend the pain of death. He always held Zhou Zichang in his hand, causing the fear, unwillingness, and fear in the latter's heart to gradually dissipate, leaving only the last
Pure emotions.
But for him, the purest emotion is his obsession with immortality.
Zhou Zichang felt the warm breath coming from the monk's arm.
The elixir was mobilizing his energy and blood, telling him that the blood under his arms contained powerful and pure power, which could enable him to overcome the current difficulties. Zhou Zichang slowly accumulated the strength of his body, and then when the monk was not paying attention, he violently
Turn over.
Zhou Zichang held the monk's arm with both hands, opened his mouth, and bit down.
His teeth suddenly became sharp.
He tore his clothes and touched the monk's skin.
Then, with the sound like biting into granite and the soreness of his teeth, the crazy Zhou Zichang had to stop. He looked at the arm blankly and found that the muscles on it were strong and exaggerated.
rises, and then directly emits a golden light.
Because he had taken Wu Xian's medicine, his bite force temporarily exceeded the limit of the human body and was completely unable to bite the monk's skin. The monk seemed to finally realize that something was wrong and lowered his head, while Zhou Zichang also subconsciously looked up.
Zhou Zichang: “…”
Monk: “…”
The monk was silent, hesitated to sort out his words, and said sincerely: "Donor..."
"Judging from your appearance, you should be a civilized person. Death is not terrible. At least you must uphold your dignity."
"You should use your best while you are alive, and you should leave peacefully and decently."
"Please open your mouth."
Zhou Zichang didn't care and bit madly.
The monk said: "... Donor, please loosen your teeth, and the poor monk will finish reciting the mantra for rebirth for you."
"It's not very elegant for you to do this."
Zhou Zichang's eyes were red and he was almost possessed.
"Amitabha……"
"Six roots, pure!!!"
Suddenly there was a loud shout, the monk's muscles flexed, and the solemn sound of the Dharma chant sounded. Zhou Zichang felt pain coming over him, and his teeth were all burst by the big shining arm, and then a powerful, thick palm fell from the sky.
He grabbed Zhou Zichang's hair.
Twist and exert force.
Like an ancient mammoth wreaking havoc.
The force was so great that it pulled Zhou Zichang, who was in this state, staggering aside.
Then another palm pressed Zhou Zichang's crazy cheek, pressing him against the wall.
A sudden pull.
His face directly rubbed against the wall, creating a ravine.
The monk whose clothes were torn and one of his arms was smashed to the ground, Zhou Zichang's eyes were blank and he lost the ability to move. After breaking free from the crazy and possessed state, the monk clasped his hands together solemnly and mightily, lowered his eyes and whispered:
"Amitabha……"
When Wei Yuan arrived, he saw Zhou Zichang, who had lost the ability to move, lying on the ground calmly and decently. He was vomiting blood and muttering something. He was wearing a monk's robe.
The young man is sitting cross-legged on the ground, clasping his hands and reciting the rebirth mantra.
The monk noticed Wei Yuan coming over, his thoughts froze, and then he stiffly explained:
"Amitabha, this benefactor's condition is not caused by a poor monk."
"When I found him, he was already in a state of death."
Wei Yuan looked at the wall next to him, at the huge scratches left on the bricks, and finally at the blood splattered on the monk's face, and fell into deep thought.
The monk was silent for a moment and said:
"This benefactor took the initiative to attack the poor monk."
"I'm just trying to calm him down..."
Wei Yuan looked at the monk who was shaking his arms in excitement, felt the strong wind blowing on his face, and silently took a step back.
Then looking at Zhou Zichang who was in a special state, he did not cast a spell to save him. The latter was still alive at this moment, and it would be more appropriate for this kind of person to be handed over to the special operations team and let professionals handle it. It was just that the other party should be informed in advance.
The danger of salty medicine allows the latter to stay vigilant.
Wei Yuan comforted the monk and then called members of the special operations team.
Soon this block was blocked, and then specialized personnel arrived. They first noticed the damage on the wall, looked at the mess on the ground, and fell into silence until they could no longer be caught. The calm monk scratched his head in embarrassment, but he didn't.
My hair was very scratchy, so I had to put my hands together and bow repeatedly:
"This is a poor monk's fault."
"I will specifically find people here to apologize and then compensate for the losses."
Due to special circumstances, both Wei Yuan and the tall monk returned to the office where the special operations team was located and took notes. It took more than an hour to come out. The monk took out a wad of banknotes from the old backpack slung over his body.
Count them one by one and put them all on the table.
After thinking about it, he took out a piece of money and apologized:
"The poor monk needs to eat these days."
Then he clasped his hands together, bowed apologetically, and walked out the door.
There was a lot of money and it was neatly folded. Wei Yuan was a little surprised and asked:
"...Did you get this through alms?"
"It's not a small amount."
The monk was surprised, and then replied: "No, I earned it by working."
Wei Yuan was stunned and said: "Working?"
He said:
"Don't you mean that monks need to understand the Dharma and save sentient beings, so they don't need to work?"
The monk answered honestly:
"Save sentient beings?"
"...If you don't work, you will starve to death. If we all go to the West together, who will we save?"
"Besides, there is no saying among the poor monks that they don't need to work. Some of our ancestors were ferrymen, some were lame doctors, and some of our ancestors once said that if you don't work for a day, you won't eat for a day, and a lazy monk who doesn't work will become a lazy monk.
Knocked all over his head and drove him out of the door."
"Besides, this poor monk still has a lot of energy. He can go to the construction site to do odd jobs and take care of the food."
Wei Yuan was surprised, thought for a moment, and then said:
"You want to repay Zhou Ziming's grievances and even spend all your money. Don't you regret it?"
The monk shook his head and said: "I am not willing to accept the death of the deceased."
"Anyone who hurts a good family must be punished."
"Donor, these are clearly two different things, how can they be treated in the same way?"
Wei Yuan was somewhat interested in this monk and said:
"Then if you don't practice well, why do you come here?"
The monk answered seriously and said:
"The poor monk Yuanjue came here just to conquer the Buddha's enemies."
Wei Yuan's thoughts were slightly stagnant. He recalled that with the help of Wu Zhiqi's power, he struck the Buddhist holy land from a distance and shattered the ancient Buddhist statue. In the end, the monks whispered in panic, "Buddha enemy", and then looked towards
In front of me, there is a monk who is at least two and three meters tall, with muscles all over his body, but also sincere and down-to-earth.
Wei Yuan was silent for a moment and asked: "What are you going to do if you catch Buddha's enemy?"
"Buddha's enemies are also living beings."
"Of course I will shave him, then take him back to the mountains and teach him to meditate and study Dharma every day. When one day he reaches great enlightenment, he can inherit the mantle of my lineage."
As Yuanjue spoke, he couldn't help but be in a trance. He took back his thoughts and said:
"Donor, have you ever seen an enemy of Buddha?"
Wei Yuan looked gentle, shook his head and said:
"Buddha's enemy? What is that?"
"I do not know……"
PS: The first update today...the word count is slightly less, 2,700 words~
Thank you to the leader of 氵浵水水氵氵, thank you very much.