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The first thousand one hundred and sixty-ninth chapters

Hearing that everyone was surprised that the man stole the monk's wife and expressed admiration for him, another prisoner became unconvinced.

"Hey, stealing a monk's wife is nothing."

The prisoners were stunned, and the bamboo pole demon asked him, "Hey, how did you get in, and you are more powerful than this?"

"The monk stole my wife." The man said proudly.

"Uh." The cell was extremely quiet for a while.

"So, you killed that monk?" Zhugan asked, otherwise why would you be so proud?

"Of course not, he locked me up directly," the man said.

"Then why are you so proud?" the bamboo stick monster blurted out.

This guy came in and gave the monk an advantage.

"It proves that my wife is beautiful." The man said.

"Pa!" A crisp slap sounded in the cell. It was the bamboo stick monster giving himself a slap.

What's wrong with this world? How come we meet some weird people?

"Why only give me one round of applause? It's so stingy," said the cuckold.

"Yes, yes, don't be stingy with your applause." The bamboo stick monster took the lead in applauding, "At least his optimistic spirit is worth learning from."

The cuckold expressed his gratitude to everyone, "Thank you, thank you."

Perhaps he has only received applause here in his entire life.

After the applause ended, the bamboo pole demon asked the monk in the cell next to him, "Master, what about you? Have you stolen the monk's wife too?"

"Humph, as a monk, how could I do such a casual thing?" The old monk said with disdain.

"He, he is the senior brother of the current elder of Wat Pho. He is an eminent monk and has been imprisoned here for eighteen hundred years." The prisoner next to him introduced.

"What, eighteen hundred years?" The bamboo pole demon was surprised.

"That's what everyone says anyway." The prisoner couldn't be sure, after all, their life span couldn't even reach this fraction.

The bamboo pole demon asked the old monk, "Hey, monk, how did you get in?"

Having been imprisoned for a long time, the old monk had nothing to sell, "They were wrong. I have not been imprisoned here for thousands of years, but thousands of years."

The bamboo pole demon was even more surprised, "Why?"

The old monk’s story begins when the City of Reclining Buddha transformed from the City of Buddha to what it is now.

Back then, the old monk practiced Buddhism under the abbot of Wat Pho.

He and his sixteenth junior brothers were the most talented, and they attained enlightenment early and achieved immortality.

Later, when the abbot passed away, the position of abbot of the Temple of the Reclining Buddha was passed on to the old monk, and his younger brother became the Lord of the City of the Reclining Buddha.

This is the practice in the City of Reclining Buddha.

But after a while, his junior brother colluded with the monsters.

He meditated all day long to gain enlightenment, and his junior brother kept it secret, so he never noticed it. By the time he noticed it, it was already too late.

The junior brother fought with the monster, captured him, and locked him in the prison under the reclining Buddha. He has been locked up until now, and he has never seen the light of day again.

"No way." The bamboo pole demon was surprised, "You have never escaped?"

"Run away? Why should I run away? It's them who are wrong, not me." The old monk was disdainful.

Okay, get the eminent monk to act openly and aboveboard, and don't bother to run away quietly.

"Then why don't you kill them out?" asked the bamboo pole demon. "Destroy those monsters and drive the monks out of the temple."

They had seen it when they came in. Don't say that the old monk got the senior monk like this. With the young monk's ability, plus him, he was enough to break out.

Or take the little boy with you.

"Amitabha, Buddhist disciples have five precepts: one is not to kill, the other is not to steal, the third is not to engage in sexual misconduct, the fourth is not to lie, and the fifth is not to drink alcohol." The old monk said solemnly, "These are the precepts left by the Buddha and must not be violated."

"No, you..." The bamboo pole demon thought for a moment, "Are you too much of a monk?"

He never imagined that he would see such a pedantic monk in such a Buddhist city.

"Be flexible in your actions." The bamboo pole demon advised him, "Look at us little monks, we have had wine and meat through our intestines, the Buddha remains in our hearts, and we have compassion. Along the way, we preach the Dharma, kill demons, and save all living beings.

, except for those two things that the Buddha is not allowed to do, everything that the Buddha asked to do has not failed. You... have stayed in the cave for so many years, and you can neither save yourself nor save all sentient beings. Are you worthy of the Buddha?"

"Haha." The old monk laughed, maybe shaking his head, but the bamboo pole demon couldn't see it.

"Cultivating Buddhism and cultivating the mind. If the mind cannot stop fasting, what difference does it make if you break all the precepts? If you break all the precepts, you are still a Buddhist disciple?"

He asked the bamboo pole demon to tell him, "A word of advice to the little master next to you: if the heart moves, things will move; if the mind is calm, things will remain still. One thought of foolishness will bring about the end of Prajna, and one thought of wisdom will bring about the birth of Prajna."

"I'm afraid it's too late." said the bamboo pole demon. "That monster was killed by our little master."

"Amitabha, good, good." The old monk sighed.

"You, the monk, have cultivated your mind, but the people in your city are suffering from the exploitation of monsters and monks." The bamboo pole demon thought that the old monk was too pedantic or too selfish. "Buddha said, to save all sentient beings, I

Look, you’re just focusing on saving yourself, are you worthy of being a Buddhist disciple?”

The old monk sighed again, "Everything that happens has a cause and effect. Life is inherently short, so why bother clinging to the current cause and present effect? ​​Why not let him slander me, bully me, humiliate me, laugh at me, belittle me, and belittle me?"

I, hate me, lie to me, just tolerate him, let him, let him, avoid him, be patient with him, respect him, ignore him, as long as the mind is calm and unmoving, the flowers on the other side will bloom and the breeze will come."

"Hey." The bamboo pole demon was at a loss what to do. He really couldn't persuade him anymore.

He turned back and asked the young monk, "Is he really learning a set of Buddhist teachings from you, like a Buddha?"

Why is it that one kills the monster without batting an eye, while the other is pedantic and makes him hate the monster with all his teeth?

The young monk said nothing and continued to eat.

The bamboo pole demon turned to the old monk and said, "Your uncle, your grandma, your grandma, your aunt, please give my regards to the eighteenth generation of your ancestors."

He opened his mouth to scold him, but the old monk said, let him go.

"Amitabha." The old monk continued to knock on the wooden fish.

The three of them had a meal and were falling asleep when footsteps sounded again outside and stopped in front of their cell.

A monk fixed a torch on the cell wall, opened the cell door, and let an old monk with a gray beard walk in. Then the monk closed the door and went out.

"Amitabha." The white-bearded old monk clasped his hands together, "I'm here to inquire about the case."

The bamboo pole demon glanced at the young monk and said, "It's rare for a monk to decide the case."

He volunteered to starve the little boy's mother to death, and then went to steal wheat. They met him, and then the little monk told the story of how he killed the monster.

The old monk with a white beard listened attentively. After Zhu Guan finished speaking, he said "Amitabha" again.

He looked at the little boy and said, "So, it's your fault."

"Huh?" The bamboo pole demon was startled, for he thought that the words he had prepared before about selling his sister were in vain.

"Do you believe in Buddhism?" the old monk with a white beard asked.

The little boy touched the Buddha statue hanging around his neck and nodded.

"Thieves who rob, steal chickens and dogs will end up in the pan of oil, volcano hell, and suffer torture. You believe in Buddhism, why do you do it?!" The old monk with a white beard said with a serious face, "Everything is caused by cause and effect. Now you

The suffering you endure is just to clear up the causes of the previous life. Only by no longer thinking about worldly things, allowing others to be bitter and sweet, accepting the comings and goings, and treating the unsatisfactory life in this world as a complete practice, can you eliminate all causes and effects and realize prajna.

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The little boy was stunned for a moment, "But, but I'm hungry."

"Everything is vain, and so is hunger." said the old monk with a white beard.

The little boy wanted to speak, but "bang", the white-bearded old monk's chest was pierced, and a bloody hole appeared. The bamboo stick monster and the little boy's face were covered in blood.

"Can you give me a warning?" The bamboo stick monster was caught off guard, "But damn, it's quite enjoyable."

"You, you..." The old monk with a white beard glared at the young monk.

"My lies are misleading the public!" the young monk said disdainfully, "Let's go."

"Hey." The little boy reluctantly tried to persuade them to stay, "Here we take care of the food."

The bamboo stick monster pulled him and said, "Look at your potential."


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