Chapter 975 If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?
The carriage drove slowly up to Nanhua Temple.
Nanhua Temple is at the top of this not-so-high mountain. When Qing Ge got off the carriage, he breathed in the uniquely fragrant air and looked around. He felt like he was at the top of the mountain, and he could see all the small mountains at a glance.
Aventurine looked at the picture of the beauty in front of the railing with a smile.
When he learned the news of Ji Yue's departure, he was half secretly happy and half worried, but he knew that even if Ji Yue was not alive, some feelings were not his if they were not his.
It's nice to be able to look at it like this.
Qingge turned around, looked at Aventurine, raised her eyebrows, and said: "Aventurine, the scenery on the mountain and below is so different."
"That's true." Aventurine came over and stood beside her, saying.
At the foot of the mountain, unruly people come out of the bad water in the poor countryside. On the mountain, there are bursts of sandalwood and the sound of bells. The young monks with shaved heads and clean eyes are reciting scriptures in a decent manner;
Wooden fish; on the mossy stone steps, there are several golden Buddha statues. Although they are majestic on all sides, their smiling eyes are full of benevolence.
It's really two extremes of heaven and hell.
That's why she wanted to climb up desperately to see if what she saw would be more beautiful if she got higher.
Qingge lay on the railing, watching the rugged mountains stretching out in the field of vision, the clouds and mists in the distance floating peacefully, the lark dancing in the sky, and the roc spreading its wings and soaring hundreds of thousands of miles.
Since meditating on the realm of nothingness, she seems to feel more and more the vitality of animals and plants.
Qingge chuckled, with soft eyes, and said: "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? If hell is not empty, I will never become a Buddha. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva has experienced the suffering of sentient beings and feels the same way. He is willing to go to hell to save all sentient beings."
Although he is in hell, surrounded by ghost fire, he is contented, cool and peaceful. Although he vows not to become a Buddha, he has achieved the fruit of Buddhahood. Therefore, a saint who is a Buddha has in front of him the ferocious ghosts of the eighteen levels of hell. In his eyes
There are all living beings waiting to be redeemed. He steps on the auspicious clouds, and wherever he passes, hell is also heaven."
Turning around, Qingge looked towards Aventurine, "Many people say that I am a devil from the abyss, and that my heart is like a snake and that I will go to hell after death, but I don't think so. Where I am is heaven.
Even if I kill tens of thousands of people, the door of heaven will still be open for me. So what if I go to hell? Who dares to say that hell is not heaven? What is good and what is evil, I don’t understand.
The clouds will eventually disperse. There is no good or evil. There is only one heart. It just depends on how the world stores it and how it treats it."
Aventurine looked deeply at Qingge.
The beauty who speaks eloquently is naturally charming. Even if she does not belong to him, she attracts all his attention.
Many years later, Aventurine often thought of the man standing on the top of the mountain, facing the clouds and wind, smiling wildly and saying, "The door of heaven is open for me."
Qingge looked away and looked into the distance.
Aventurine turned his head and looked at the beautiful and arrogant profile of the woman's face. His lips moved silently, and those words were lost in the years.
Wherever you are, there is heaven——
Behind him, footsteps sounded.
The Qingsha Demon walked over with a livid face, and Ye Wuhen followed behind him, as if she was a frustrated little daughter-in-law.
"Why so late?" Qingge asked.
"It's not him yet."
Qingsha Yao raised her hand and pointed at Ye Wuhen angrily, "The coachman had diarrhea on the road and couldn't get out of the toilet, so he volunteered to be a coachman. As a result, he took the wrong road and met a bandit. The key is that the mountain
The thief left me alone, as beautiful as a flower, and took a fancy to your brother's beauty, and wanted to capture him and make him his wife."
Qingge: "..."
Ye Wuhen glanced at Qingsha Yao angrily and shrank his neck.
He just wanted more time alone. Who would have thought that he would meet a group of strange bandits?
Thinking of the way the bandit leader looked at him, Ye Wuhen felt a chill.
"Where are those bandits?" Qingge asked, looking at Qingsha Demon suspiciously, "Did you cut off their heads?"
"Do you think I would do such an uncivilized thing?" Qingsha Yao stuck out her tongue.
Qingge nodded solemnly, more than knowing how, the Qingsha Demon killed people without blinking an eye. When he picked up the knife and dropped it, it was a bloody head, which could leave a body full of holes.
The corpse is considered pretty good.
Qingsha Yao: "..."
Qingsha Yao snorted and said arrogantly: "After all, I am on your territory. I will not do such an uncivilized thing. However, I have always been clear about grudges. I repay kindness with kindness and revenge with hatred. Those mountains
If thieves dare to despise me, I have to show them some color."
"So, what color did you give?" Qingge suddenly had a bad feeling.
Ye Wuhen's faint voice drifted over, "The little demon stripped them all naked, stripped them of any grass, used ink to write the words "I will not raise my pride" on their white bodies, and walked for a few days on the street.
lock up……"
Pfft——
The corners of Qingge's mouth and eyes twitched crazily. If she were drinking water at this time, she would probably spit out a mouthful of tea. She looked at Qingsha Demon, and saw Qingsha Demon looking at her eagerly, as if
Waiting for praise, the song turns to stone.
The way the Qingsha Demon behaves is indeed unique, making people in the world frightened and killed upon seeing it.
Aventurine also couldn't help laughing.
"What a very good idea." Qing Ge said while trying to stay calm.
Qingsha Yao smiled and said, "That's right. Originally, I wanted to castrate those people, but your brother is too cautious and won't let me touch other men."
Qingge: "..."
Qing Ge glanced at Ye Wuhen with erratic eyes. Ye Wuhen's face was slightly red. He looked up at the sky, pointed at the sun, and said, "This sun is really like the hundred thousand spiritual energy that our Ye Mansion lent to the Ouyang family."
Dan.”
Qingge: "..."
Qingsha Yao looked at Ye Wuhen with disdain.
"Are the four donors coming to burn incense and worship Buddha?"
A white and tender little monk held a ring of sandalwood beads in his hand. He held the palm of one hand open to his chest, held the other end of the beads with his other hand, and saluted Qingge and others.
Qingge said in a warm voice: "It is said that Nanhua Temple's fortune-telling is the most effective. I'm going to see it today."
The six dots on the little monk's bare, white head are particularly eye-catching.
He raised his chubby face, smiled brightly at Qingge, and said: "Donor, the young monk looks at you with eyes like the sun and the moon, just like dragons and phoenixes. Your forehead is full and your hall is shining. It is a rare return from the Five Mountains Dynasty. The benefactor should be like this in this life.
You are a bad person, but if you have done too many good deeds in the past life, you can turn bad things into good luck. The future may seem foggy, but if the dark clouds are cleared, you can see the sunrise. Don't forget each other, and move forward.
Cherish it, good benefactors will be rewarded."
Qing Ge smiled lightly and saluted solemnly, "I'd like to lend you some good words."
The young monk smiled even brighter, "The young monk said that the donor is a good person, cause and effect reincarnate, good and evil will eventually end, and the donor will be rewarded."