Although Chen Xuanzang said he gave up his journey to the West, in fact, he did not betray Buddhism, let alone return to secular life. Therefore, when you see a monk, you always have to pay more attention.
Besides, it was already dark, and the old monk was holding a lantern. The candlelight was still very noticeable in the darkness.
Chen Xuanzang looked at the old monk carefully. He seemed to be seventy or eighty years old. His face was full of wrinkles, but his body did not look rickety at all, and his face gave people a quiet and peaceful feeling.
A simple green cloth cassock looked like it had been washed many times and was a little white. A pair of mango shoes also looked very worn. However, what caught Chen Xuanzang's attention the most was this old monk.
He held a lantern but walked with his eyes closed.
"Hello, Master..." Looking at this quiet and peaceful old monk, Chen Xuanzang thought for a moment, took a few steps forward, and said hello.
"Amitabha, hello, donor." Upon hearing this, the old monk stopped and replied.
"Master, where are you going?" After seeing that the old monk really had his eyes closed, Chen Xuanzang asked.
How can anyone walk with eyes closed like this? Aren't you afraid of getting lost?
"Coming and going, they all live in this world, how can they be different from each other? Just go wherever you go and let everything happen." In response to Chen Xuanzang's words, the old monk replied with a calm smile on his face.
"Well……".
The old monk's answer made Chen Xuanzang slightly startled. Then he looked at the old monk's closed eyes and said, "Master, why do you walk with your eyes closed? Aren't you afraid of getting lost?".
"What the poor monk practices is mind-eye Zen. He abandons the human eye and sees the whole world with the mind's eye. If the mind's eye can get lost, how can the physical eye not get lost?" In response to Chen Xuanzang's question, the old monk answered calmly.
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I don’t know if these words have any meaning. In short, Chen Xuanzang felt very touched by his words. If he couldn’t see through it with his inner eye, how could he not get lost with the naked eye?
The word "lost" seemed to have other meanings, and Chen Xuanzang couldn't help but think of his own experience.
Have you ever lost your way? At this thought, Chen Xuanzang stood up as if he was demented.
"Amitabha, the human eye is so dim and unclear that it is difficult to see clearly. It is inevitable to get lost. As long as you can keep your eyes open and see clearly the path you want to take, you will be able to return to the destination."
As if he couldn't see Chen Xuanzang's dazed look, the old monk spoke. These words also interrupted the thoughts that seemed to be in a blur in Chen Xuanzang's mind.
Interrupted in his thoughts by the old monk, Chen Xuanzang seemed to have gained something, but exactly what he gained was inexplicable to him.
Looking at the lantern in the old monk's hand, Chen Xuanzang said: "Well, since you, master, practice mind-eye Zen and have given up the mortal world, why are you holding a lantern again?".
"Amitabha, the lamp is for burning myself and illuminating others. Although I have closed my physical eyes and am no longer in need of the lamp, all living beings do." In response to Chen Xuanzang's words, the old monk replied, and his words seemed to contain endless Zen ideas.
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Gululu...
However, just as the old monk finished speaking, his stomach suddenly made a sound.
This situation made Chen Xuanzang couldn't help but laugh out loud and said: "Master, I think you are hungry too, how about you come to my house for dinner?".
"Then there is a donor." After touching his belly, the old monk looked a little embarrassed, but did not refuse. He immediately followed Chen Xuanzang back to the small mountain village where he was.
The villagers in the village were very enthusiastic, and everyone who came and went greeted Chen Xuanzang, which showed that his popularity in the village was quite good.
Seeing Chen Xuanzang bringing an old monk home, Miss Duan didn't say much. There happened to be a lot of leftovers at noon, which was barely enough for three people.
Chen Xuanzang still respected such a kind-hearted and enlightened monk. At the dinner table, the two of them talked about Buddhist issues. The atmosphere was really intense. There were even many questions that Chen Xuanzang had always puzzled. The old monk
Chen Xuanzang was even more impressed by the fact that he could talk about it so eloquently.
However, just when everyone in this small mountain village was having dinner, and the mountain village seemed very quiet in the dark night, a scream suddenly rang out: "A bandit is coming."
Shouts and screams could be heard endlessly. Upon hearing this, Chen Xuanzang and others ran out of the house.
Sure enough, I saw dozens of bandits and bandits, riding fierce horses and slashing with steel knives in their hands. They showed no mercy. One by one, the villagers screamed and were killed in a cold-blooded manner.
Seeing the ferocious and ruthless appearance of these bandits, Chen Xuanzang and Miss Duan naturally could not stand idly by.
Although the power of the Dragon Ball system was taken back by Dongfang Jade, Chen Xuanzang's fighting ability is still very good. After all, he is an exorcist himself.
Miss Duan is certainly stronger, and her abilities are definitely top-notch even among exorcists.
However, the leader of this bandit is actually extremely powerful. He can control a knife to fly in the air, and his methods are similar to Young Master Kuang's.
Even if Chen Xuanzang and Miss Duan joined forces, they were no match for him, and they were defeated after fighting for a while.
Seeing Chen Xuanzang and Miss Duan defeated, when a little boy on the other side was about to die under a steel knife, the old monk suddenly rushed out and held the little boy in his arms.
However, the old monk himself was slashed in the back, and blood flowed profusely.
"Amitabha, donor, why do you want to commit the sin of killing?".
His back was slashed, but the old monk didn't seem to feel it. Instead, he said to the bandit calmly.
"Hoho? There is a blind old bald donkey here. He is really compassionate."
Looking at the old monk's appearance, the bandit leader next to him seemed a little interested and said with a smile.
"Master, run quickly, these bandits are very powerful." Chen Xuanzang shouted anxiously next to him when he saw that the old monk didn't run away after being slashed with a knife, trying to reform these bandits.
"Amitabha, I am not blind. I am just practicing mind-eye meditation. Donor, as I say, put down the butcher knife and stand on the ground..." He clasped his hands together, pronounced the Buddha's name, and said patiently.
"Don't talk so much nonsense!" However, before the old monk finished speaking, the bandit leader interrupted him with an unceremonious wave of his hand and said: "Mind Eye Zen? I have heard of it, it's good, since you
If the old monk is compassionate, how about you open your eyes? If you open your eyes, how about I let these villagers go?"
The bandit leader's words silenced the old monk.
After years of hard training and mind-eye meditation, you cannot see this world with your physical eyes. Otherwise, once your eyes are opened, all the years of practice will be ruined.
"Hahaha, I thought you bald donkeys were really that compassionate, but it turns out that when it comes to you, it's nothing more than that."
Seeing the old monk's silence, the bandit leader couldn't help laughing out loud, and the other bandits also laughed sarcastically one after another.
"Amitabha, I hope the donor will keep his word." However, at this moment, the old monk suddenly spoke.
His words made the bandits' laughter stop abruptly. Immediately, in everyone's eyes, the old monk's eyelids trembled slightly, and then he slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes looked a little cloudy, and it seemed that he hadn't opened his eyes for many years.
"You..." The bandit leader obviously didn't expect that the old monk would actually open his eyes and ruin his years of practice, and he was a little stunned.
However, the bandit leader immediately looked angry and said: "That doesn't count. If you don't open your eyes like a bald donkey, you will be dead. You open your eyes not for others, but also for others."
You yourself, this doesn’t count!”.
Seeing that the old monk opened his eyes because of the villagers and ruined his practice of mind-eye Zen, Chen Xuanzang was deeply touched. But at this moment, when he heard that the bandit leader actually repented, he couldn't help shouting: "What are you talking about?"
It doesn’t count. This master has opened his eyes and ruined his own practice. You actually went back on your word. What kind of hero are you?"
"Hahaha, I'm not a hero to begin with, I'm just a bandit." It's just that this bandit didn't care about Chen Xuanzang's big feet.
As he spoke, the steel knife in his hand flew up and floated in mid-air. It looked like he was about to use his knife to kill.
"Amitabha, the donor thinks that I opened my eyes not to save others, but just to save myself. If so, how about I prove to the donor that I opened my eyes not to save myself?"
However, at this moment, the old monk opened his eyes and spoke.
"Oh? How do you prove it?".
After listening to the old monk's words, the bandit leader stopped and looked at the old monk funny and asked.
Without saying anything, the old monk reached into his arms and immediately took out a small knife. Seeing the old monk's actions, several bandits became a little wary.
Poof!
Blood splattered everywhere, and the old monk stabbed the knife directly into his heart.
Blood overflowed from the corner of the old monk's mouth, but his expression was still kind and kind. He looked at the bandit leader and said, "How about this, donor? Now, can you fulfill your promise?".
quiet!
At this time, not to mention the villagers nearby, even the murderous bandits, were all dumbfounded when they saw the old monk's act of disregarding life and death.
The bandit leader, who controlled his own steel sword and was ready to strike at any time, was also a little dumbfounded. He quietly looked at the kind-faced old monk who died generously, and his mind was also shaken.
His face turned green and white, and finally, the bandit put away his knife: "Okay, Master, for the sake of your compassionate heart, I will leave now...".