"What are you doing?" The one-horned monster looked at the bamboo stick monster.
"I'm with him," Zhugan said. "If you want to take him away, take us away together."
"What?" The one-horned monster was surprised.
"We are in the same group, and I am the monster he captured." said the bamboo stick monster.
"Were you caught by him?" The one-horned monster repeated the story again, then nodded when he saw Zhugan and said, "You are too much of a loser to us monsters."
"Duiyao, I'm not a human being, why should I be throwing it away?" Zhugan said.
"Okay, you've been rescued now. You can go wherever you like." The one-horned monster signaled to the monk to escort him away.
The bamboo pole monster stopped them again, "Wait a minute, I was caught by the young monk. He won't let me go, so I can't leave."
"Why?"
"This is my professional ethics." Zhugan said.
"Hey, you..." The one-horned monster waved his hand impatiently, "Go, go, take him away too."
The monks were a little embarrassed, "Sir, this monster..."
"What monster? This is not a monster. This is obviously a human being!" said the one-horned monster. He was very skillful in identifying monsters as human beings. "Treat him and this child as if they were human beings."
The monks nodded and led the young monk in front, followed by the bamboo stick monster, and the little boy walked with him.
"I am a human being, what do I mean by being a human being?" the little boy muttered to the bamboo stick monster.
"There are also people who are not human beings, just like people who are monsters but not monsters." Zhugan said.
"Why don't you be a monster?" The little boy looked at him. If you become a monster, you will not be punished.
"I am a monster who has escaped from vulgar taste." Zhugan said.
Along the way, Zhugan and the young monk saw the dangers of people and the kindness of monsters.
They once met a rabbit monster who was killed by the monster in order to save a group of people, so they cooked a roasted rabbit.
It was baked by the people she saved.
What is a human, what is a monster, what is good, what is evil, the bamboo stick monster becomes increasingly confused.
The only thing he understood was that along the way, he had become accustomed to the little monk's existence. Although he didn't say it, they had become friends.
After entering the city, the atmosphere of the Buddhist city hit your face.
Monks are everywhere in the city, bald and wearing earth-colored monk robes, walking through the streets and alleys, begging and doing alms.
From time to time, there is a Buddhist niche on the street corner, which houses the reclining Buddha. On the beams and pillars, there are also pictures of the Buddha preaching.
Along the way, monsters, Buddhist monks, and ordinary people looked at the little monk being escorted and pointed.
Perhaps the only ones who ignored them were beggars.
A large group of beggars were sitting in the corner, feeling very weak. Not to mention looking at people, the bamboo pole even suspected that they had no strength to eat.
"There was a great harvest in the fields outside, but why are there so many beggars here? There was a famine last year?" the bamboo stick monster asked the little boy.
"The fields outside belong to the gentlemen. If you grab a few ears of wheat, you will be beaten to death." The little boy touched the whip marks on his body.
"Don't those gentlemen give any charity?"
"It will affect the men's money."
"Then, why don't these people go to work and earn money to buy food?"
"The food I earned from working was not enough to eat." The little boy said in a low voice, "My mother gave the food to my sister and me, and she... she starved to death."
Zhugan was startled, then turned to look at the little boy, "Where is your sister?"
"It's sold there." The little boy pointed to a building on the street in front of him.
There is a lot of traffic in front of the building, monsters and monks coming and going. The Buddha statue in front of the door is also very interesting, with two Buddhas entangled together.
"Hey, what kind of Buddha is this?" Zhugan took a closer look and was happy.
In the impression of Buddha conveyed to him by the young monk, most of the Buddhas are serious and compassionate.
"Hey, sir, this is the Buddha of Joy." A fat female monster stood in front of the building. Seeing the bamboo stick monster asking, she answered, and came up to pull him, "Master, come in, come in and rejoice."
Ever since he met the woman in the village and threw himself into his arms, Zhugan had cast a shadow on this matter.
He waved his hand and said: "No, no, I am a monk and a lay disciple of Buddhism."
"Then come in and give lectures to the girls. They need an enlightened monk like you to guide them." The female monster next to her smiled, "You can save all sentient beings. Please recruit a few more girls and spend a good time. Maybe there will be a few of them."
I have been converted by you."
This is a high-sounding statement, but before you say "save", could you please stop smiling so shamelessly!
The bamboo pole monster complained in his heart and pushed away the fat female monster's hand, "What about that? I like men now and I am not attracted to women."
"We have a pretty boy."
"What, I don't have any money."
"Go, go, you don't have money, why are you making trouble here?" The fat female monster waved her hand to drive people away.
Zhugan was stunned for a moment, the change was so fast.
"Damn it, even if you become a monk now, you can't refuse these people." Zhugan sighed, and he and the little boy followed the little monk closely.
As soon as they caught up, the bamboo pole suddenly felt something was wrong and slapped the little boy on the head.
"Ouch." The little boy cried out in pain, and the slap hit the whip marks.
But the bamboo stick monster didn't feel sorry for him at all.
"Damn it, you actually sold your own sister to a place like that. Are you a monster or am I a monster?" the bamboo stick monster said angrily.
"What kind of place is that?" The little boy looked at the bamboo pole.
"It's...that happy place." Zhugan couldn't explain it, so he asked, "Why did you sell your sister there?"
"There is food to eat." The little boy said matter-of-factly, "Others said that you can have enough food inside."
"Food is so important! What's more important than your sister?" Zhugan's teeth itched with hatred.
If he had a sister, he would definitely feel pain every day.
"If you don't eat, you'll starve to death." The little boy wondered, "What's more important than eating?"
The bamboo stick monster opened its mouth slightly, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say.
"Forget it." Zhugan waved his hand, "I can't tell for a while."
They continued walking, and when they crossed a wide street, they saw a low wall in front of them, with a mural about ten meters long on it.
On the mural, Buddha is holding flowers and smiling, looking at his disciples who are listening to the scriptures; in front of the mural, many people are offering incense, burning paper, and kowtow.
There is a table next to it, and many monks are sitting behind it, preaching, lecturing, and advising people to do good deeds.
The young monk stopped in front of the painting and was pushed by the monks with sticks, "Hurry up!"
"I said, are you sure you are a monk?" the bamboo stick monster asked from behind, "shouldn't a monk be compassionate?"
The little boy looked at the bamboo pole, "Really?"
After passing the flower wall, a temple appeared with "Temple of Reclining Buddha" written on it.
The young monk and the others were escorted in.
After bypassing the screen wall, a Buddhist temple appeared in front of them. Instead of entering the Buddhist temple, they walked around the corridor next to it and headed west.
After passing through the corridor, a narrow alley appeared in front of me. The walls on both sides of the alley were very high, blocking the sunlight and making the alley damp.
This is a Buddhist temple, rather than a prison.
There are also murals painted on the walls, which are dark and terrifying, full of ghosts and monsters, sea of fire and mountains of knives, lifelike and terrifying.
The bamboo stick monster only took one look at it, and his hair stood on end and he shuddered.
Because the two walls are high and cramped, those ghosts with wide eyes, tongues sticking out, and intestines dragging their intestines seem to be trying to break away from the murals and rush toward them, which is even more terrifying.
The little boy was so frightened that he shrank towards the bamboo pole.
The bamboo stick monster pulled the little boy and spoke to encourage himself, "What, what, what is this?"
""Transformation of Hell."" The young monk said, "In the Buddhist scriptures, if a person does evil instead of doing good and commits a crime, he will go here to suffer after death."