In the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain, a hidden passage was covered by huge rocks and extended windingly downwards. At the end was a spacious hall.

Eight giant pillars support the mountain above, and the leaping fire light sets off the huge Buddha statue.

The carved beams and painted roads are shining with golden light, and they are like the second main hall.

"The eighth one!"

A meaningful voice sounded from the empty hall, and the abbot of Jinta Temple, the head of the temple, and the prisoner of the temple, came together.

Bang!

He threw the pocket on his back to the ground, and after untiing it, it turned out to be a monk.

"Add to this Shuntong, the abbot's senior brother has five disciples casting into golden bodies, and the two of us are not as many as the senior brothers."

"I really feel wronged with my senior brother."

The first seat smiles but does not laugh, and the yin of the temple is neither yin nor yang.

It is comforting on the surface, but it is actually ridiculous.

"Amitabha!"

The abbot did not refute, but did what he was doing.

Seeing this, the first and the prison temple made a fuss and worked together.

Clean the filth on Shuntong's body carefully, and the two of them moved over there with a heavy air.

The cross base, half a meter-high iron nails stand upright, reflecting a tragic luster under the flames.

The abbot spread Shuntong's legs apart, took out a black poisonous bee with a finger-length length from his arms and stuffed it in.

Maybe the abbot tried too hard and a few eggs smaller than millet were squeezed out and fell to the ground.

The dark colors and the dim firelight were not paid attention to.

"It's OK!"

He winked at the other two, and the latter immediately raised Shuntong and slowly lowered it in the position.

Unconscious Shuntong suddenly opened her eyes, her face bulged, and her body twitched wildly, obviously the pain had reached its extreme.

可他的舌头已经被割掉,嘴唇也被紧紧缝合,不仅无法出声,甚至连挣扎都无法做到.

"Shariputra! The form is not different from emptiness, and emptiness is not different from form; form is emptiness, emptiness is form; feeling, thinking, action and consciousness are the same."

"Shariputra! This is the empty appearance of all dharmas, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor clean, neither increasing nor decreasing."

The abbot was muttering something, but his face was extremely cold.

The first and the temple took out three iron nails from behind the Buddha statue, one long, two short, and three iron nails, and smashed them down from the top of Shuntong's head and shoulders respectively.

Dong!

Dong!

Dong!

It was followed one after another, as if it was hitting a person's heart.

Every time the sound sounded, the corners of the abbot's mouth couldn't help but tremble.

Every time the sound sounds, the straight twitching will weaken a little.

After working hard for half a stick of incense, the first and the prison were exhausted. They threw away the hammer and sat on the ground and gasped.

"Senior brother, I'll leave the rest to you!"

After the words came to the ground, the two of them stood up and left, leaving only the abbot speechless.

"Amitabha!"

The Buddha's name seems to be a sigh.

The abbot closed Shuntong's eyelids and slowly kneaded his face. The original hideousness slowly disappeared and gradually became solemn and solemn.

Then cross your legs, focus your hearts on the sky, and then apply the gold powder that has been prepared.

His fifth disciple has cultivated into the Golden Body Buddha.

...

"What sound?"

Yunda's whole body shook, and fear instantly hit her heart.

He looked behind him tremblingly, and there was nothing black, only the light in the distance was slowly shaking.

"It must have been heard wrong!"

Yunda comforted herself, observing the surroundings while thinking about where to escape.

Sudden.

"So...this is Buddha..."

Another sigh appeared in his ear, scaring him almost jumped up.

Yunda looked around, her whole body trembled, and she threw a few drops of urine.

"When Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva practiced the deep Prajna Paramita, he saw that the five aggregates were empty and he could overcome all sufferings..."

"It's better to leave quickly."

Yunda chanted something and didn't dare to stay for a moment.

What is the battle between snipe and clam, and what is the night donkey eating grass, no life matters.

"Senior brother, are you still going to find Widow Liu tonight?"

"Together?"

"Together!"

A familiar voice suddenly rang out, and Yunda almost jumped up in shock.

Fortunately, he had not lost his mind yet and hid in the grass with his mouth tightly.

Looking in the direction of the sound, it turned out to be the first and the prison temple of Jinta Temple.

"Widow Liu? Isn't that Ruhua's mother?"

Yunda was confused in her heart.

Master, you are really both a master and a father.

After waiting for the two to leave, Yunda quietly returned to her residence.

He didn't notice that when he stepped on the place where the first and the prison temple passed, a black particle smaller than millet stuck to the sole of the shoe.

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...

The shallow water cannot raise a real dragon, and the temple cannot keep the gods.

On a dark and windy night, Song Si did not say hello to his uncle and quietly left without saying hello to his bag.

Why should men pretend to be hypocritical when they are alive?

This is just a study, not a separation between heaven and man, so there is no need to be separated from one's life and death.

Walk along the official road, with a curtain of sky and a garden in the open.

During this period, I also encountered several groups of robbers who were blind and were all cut off by Song Si.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, two months finally saw the shadow of the county town.

The streets with solid soil are neatly laid with red bricks. Although the edges have turned into powder under the crushing of time, they still look very strong.

At this time, it was approaching dusk, and the road was crowded with vendors and pedestrians coming and going.

Stepping into the area of ​​the town, the original silence disappeared without a trace, and instantly became noisy and lively.

"Cansilk haws! Delicious candied haws!"

A small vendor was carrying a straw target and walked past him without any haste.

"Sugar Man! Sweet sugar man!"

An old man pushed the wooden cart and shouted while walking.

"Man is indeed a group creature. When he came to the town, he felt happy."

Song Si stretched and threw five taels of silver to the vendor next to him, taking away all the rice cakes.

"Sweet, soft and glutinous, rich and fragrant, but much better than the bark. But then again, five taels of silver are enough to buy ten pots of rice cakes. Why doesn't this person say a word of thank you?"

Song Si turned his head and looked at him, and the vendor stared at him with a pair of dead fish eyes, with no expression on his face.

"What's wrong?"

He couldn't help but mutter, and Song Si ate and walked around, and quickly threw it away.
To be continued...