"The eminent monk's actions are all for the sake of the people of our country!"
The king was extremely moved, and heard that the flesh and blood just now was actually more yellow than red, and the fat was thicker than the fresh meat, eh!
The hungry ghosts outside the city stomped outside the city. They had been hungry for an unknown amount of time. The fresh meat induced them to become gluttons. They raised their heads to the sky and screamed strangely. For a while, ghosts and wolves were everywhere, and they were pressing towards the city.
The corner of the fat monk's mouth twitched and it hurt. When he saw this, he knew he could draw his bow without turning back.
In his heart, he cursed the vicious heavenly gods and demons countless times, thinking that if he died, he would drag him with him before he died.
"Article 2."
Hula, when the fat monk butchered himself, the feeling was unexpected, as if he was back when he was a child, selling meat at the stall next to his father.
The business was good at first, but then a temple was built next to the house. The monks passed by and chanted sutras over the meat, saying something about killing animals. Later, the number of customers buying meat gradually decreased, my father lost his business, and life at home became tight.
Thinking about the past, the wounds on my body no longer hurt and gradually became numb.
The fat monk laughed at himself and said that although his good days were gone, he could not get rid of his fat body. After joining Buddhism, he had been laughed at by the monks.
"I, the Buddha, have mercy on all living beings and do not kill or injure them or eat their own flesh and blood to enrich themselves. Donor, please stop your business!"
"Ahem, cough, cough, business is getting worse and worse. I can't do many shows in one day. The meat is waiting to stink and I can't even deliver it."
"Son, my family can't afford food, so I've asked the eminent monks in the temple to send you to the temple for food."
"You were born obese and have no chance of becoming a Buddhist. Become a fire-headed monk!"
Scenes from the past came to mind, and he felt angry. Why did he pity the pigs, cattle and sheep, but not the life and death of his family?
Isn't the butcher one of the living beings?
This kind of Buddhism is wrong, these rules are wrong, everything is wrong.
A heart-breaking pain hit him. He looked down and saw that all the flesh on his chest and abdomen had been cut unconsciously, followed by his arms and legs.
The hungry ghosts in the city could no longer hold back any longer, waiting for him to continue throwing away his flesh and blood, and all of them raised their heads and opened their mouths.
"Sure enough, there is no miracle. I lost so much blood that I have become confused. If this continues, I will definitely die."
The fat monk smiled and shook his head. Life was so helpless. He hated those monks who ruined his family's livelihood. Now he has to die as a monk. Isn't it the greatest irony?
"Since I can't become a butcher, now I will give up my flesh and blood and return it to all living beings."
There was a surge of power in the heart of the fat monk, and he moved the knife like flying, brushing, and blood spurted out from his arms and thighs one after another.
"Little princess, you have to live well."
The fat monk closed his eyes, and he felt that there were eyes looking at him from somewhere, full of compassion and helplessness.
"Even until my death, I never forgot my cooking skills. I am worthy of my father."
He lamented the marks on his body and his skillful technique, which was worthy of his father's teachings since he was a child.
All the limbs and torso were cut off, and finally the internal organs. He opened the blade sideways and pointed the tip to his heart. Hearing an exclamation from the people in the city behind him, he shook his head with a smile.
With a light touch in the hand, the tip of the knife made no sound, something was wrong, it felt wrong in the hand.
The fat monk opened his eyes, only to see hungry ghosts outside the city, bathed in golden light one by one, kneeling down in front of him, from near to far, like rice fields blown by the wind, and uniformly applied their Taoist uniforms.
The pain in his body faded away like a tide, and he looked back at the white bones, blood and flesh growing back, and he was back as before.
A miracle finally happened at the moment when he was determined to live or die.
The fat monk's mind was filled with light and energy, breaking through the shackles. He was suddenly clear and bright, and a bright moon-like aperture appeared behind his head.
"Compassion for all living beings is the heart of the Buddha."
"Wu Zheng, as Lord Buddha, I designate you as Amosa."
At this moment, the fat monk finally found salvation, and he was moved by heaven to send a miracle.
Not only did all his flesh and blood return, but he also received the protection of Buddha's light and became the aloof Amosa among Arhats.
The fat monk stood on the wall in front of him. At this moment, he was stronger than ever, but he was at a loss.
Outside the city, the ghosts surrendered and people kneeled down everywhere, while inside the city, the king and the people also knelt down one after another.
He finally saw the little princess in the crowd, but she looked at him with fear.
From now on, you are the mortal world and I am the green lantern in front of the Buddha.
After all, they are destined to be separated but drift apart.
"What a meat-cutting and fodder ghost, I have a good talk in Buddhism."
The Lord Buddha clapped his hands and laughed. In front of him was a sea of blooming lotus flowers. This place was the dojo of the Concubine and the Goddess within the Nine Heavens.
"Lord Buddha, Lingshan is in danger, why are you here for nine days?"
My concubine, the Goddess, was in a bad mood and stopped in front of the Lord Buddha.
Lord Buddha bent down sideways, picked a lotus flower, and held it in his palm.
"Years ago, I left the white lotus with you. Now that the time has come, I came here to get it back."
Only then did the concubine remember that the white lotus in the other person's mouth was the flower spirit of one of the children of luck.
Lingshan White Lotus became one of the two poles of Buddhahood for him, but Wang Fu aroused his Nirvana ghost nature and snatched it away from him.
"I have been waiting for this day for many years."
The hairless man showed a pair of bare feet, with scars clearly visible on his feet. They were the scars left by the white lotus growing in the flesh and pulling it out. "Don't even think about it."
Concubine Tiannu pointed behind her and said, "I have hundreds of millions of lotus flowers here. Which one do you think is yours?"
The hairless man chuckled and shook his head, "Only your master is qualified to fight with me. You are not qualified yet."
He looked at the ocean of lotus flowers. This world was no worse than the lotus sky in the past.
"You talk about billions of lotus flowers, but I only see one in my eyes."
The hairless man closed his eyes and opened them. In the world in his eyes, the lotus flowers faded one after another, and the ocean of lotus flowers quickly receded.
After a blink of an eye, only a white lotus as holy as snow was left on the spot.
"It's really gratifying that Bailian has returned to Buddhism. The day when I will become a Buddha is not far away."
The hairless man pointed at his finger, and the white lotus stood up from the ground, fell at his feet, and floated up into the air holding a pair of bare feet.
The concubine was so stunned that she raised her hand and a sea of lotuses appeared again. Countless petals rose up in the wind, like a well-trained army, surrounding Wufa in all directions and blocking him in place.
"If I were you, I wouldn't waste my efforts."
"The Lord of the Nine Heavens puts this thing here for you just to make it easier for me to take it away. If he doesn't want to give it to you, he can keep it in his hands."
Wufa wrote lightly, "He used the white lotus to let me leave Lingshan in exchange for the opportunity to attack Lingshan, and I got the white lotus back. Both of us gained something."
"Little female ghost, don't move around. I don't want to hurt you, because you are destined to join my Buddhist sect and become the goddess of scattering flowers in the future."
The concubine said angrily, "Bah."
What else did she want to do, but suddenly her body trembled, she looked at the hairless man fiercely, turned around and left.
"Well, it's good to go to Lingshan."
The hairless man looked at her back and shook his head. As soon as he stepped on the white lotus and rose up, he was immediately rejected by the Nine Heavens.