Tianxin's voice was unhurried, like a Sanskrit sound.
When the Buddha was alive, there was a little hunchback living in the city who lived by begging. He was hungry all the year round, and only when he was about to die of starvation could he get a bite of leftovers. Suffering all year round.
Later, he listened to Buddhism, was enlightened, and became a monk. But affected by karma, every time he went out for alms, he always returned empty-handed.
Even if he comprehended the Dharma and became an Arhat, he would suffer from starvation every day.
All the monks begged for him, but the food they brought back was always snatched by people on the way or pecked away by crows.
Therefore, the little hunchbacked Arhat died of hunger.
All the bhikkhunis asked the World Honored One: "What evil karma did the little bhikkhu do in the previous life? Even though he is an arhat in this life, he is still in nirvana in hunger?"
The World Honored One said: "A long time ago, he starved his old mother to death. So all kinds of things in this life are due to his evil karma thousands of years ago. The so-called 'Through hundreds of thousands of kalpas, the work will not perish. Take it yourself.'”
Hua Zhi listened absent-mindedly, the hem of the skirt swayed slightly, and the little embroidered shoes poked out from the skirt from time to time.
Master Tianxin looked at her, frowning tightly, with deep worry hidden in his eyes.
Hua Zhi: "Cause and effect, huh." She looked up at the sky, "I also have a story, can you listen to it?"
Tianxin: "Tanyue, please tell me."
Hua Zhi said: "Thousands of years ago, I can't remember clearly. I was walking at night and met a blind monk. I asked him, aren't you blind? What's the use of lighting a lamp?"
She laughed, her eyebrows curved, "Guess what he said?"
Tianxin closed his eyes: "The night is long, I hope this lamp can illuminate all travelers in the dark."
An ordinary paper lantern appeared in Hua Zhi's hand, the light was dim, and it had been burning for tens of thousands of years.
The monster lives alone between the heaven and the earth, traveling alone for a long time, and it is the first time to see such a compassionate Buddha's light.
The blind monk's eyes are dull, but there is a golden light. When he smiles, lotus blossoms bloom-the great accomplishment of Buddhism is about to reach the other shore.
Hua Zhi looked down and rubbed the lamp, "Don't you always talk about cause and effect? I took away his lamp, but gave him a pair of eyes that can see cause and effect."
"Ugly, dark, greedy, hating... everything, under those eyes, there will be nothing to hide. Every life because of those eyes, he will die unhappily, stepping into reincarnation one after another, never forgetting The pain of being killed."
"Every morning, what he sees in his eyes are the weeping wild souls, the tears of the refugees, and the fate struggling in despair. All living beings are sinking in the sea of suffering. I want to see, after thousands of years, the one who is about to become a Buddha What will the monk look like?"
Tian Xin clasped his hands, brushed his apricot monk robe slightly, and peach blossoms fell slowly from his eyes.
Hua Zhi said: "I lost, but you didn't win either."
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On the battlefield, Huai Bai and Pei Yu looked at each other, both a little confused.
Rong Jibai did not come to the Buddhist land, but joined Cang Hai to fight against the demon soldiers at sea. But the demon king came to the Buddha Land from the East China Sea, he must have found the wrong place.
In the curtain of the car, the Demon Lord patiently asked again: "Is Ji Yusheng here?"
There was silence all around.
Huai Bai took a step forward, but Pei Yu grabbed his sleeve. She looked back and shook her head slightly.
Peiyu pursed her lips tightly, and slowly let go of her hand.
Huai Bo straightened his clothes, and then said loudly: "Yes!"
Even though the atmosphere is tense at this moment, there are still subtle discussions in Xianmen——
Someone was shocked: "What, the immortal is Ji Yusheng!"
Someone suddenly realized: "It's no wonder that Bai Lianhua won the book "Cai Fang Ji". Alas, it's really hard to get over Bai Yueguang."
Someone else whispered: "Then the Fengyue storybook she just released, isn't it... wow, the immortal head is really strong." He glanced at Peiyu again, "It's amazing."
Ji Yusheng was too well-known, and for a while, everyone looked at Huai Bai and Peiyu in a strange way.
Huai Bo blushed, and silently wrote down a debt for Cang Hai and Rong Jibai.
The Mojun pulled up the car curtain, "Please come in."
The red gauze was fluttering, and the woman sitting in it was wearing a regular dress, her black hair was untied, draped softly behind her.
In front of her was a table with a stick of incense and two cups of hot tea, the tea was still steaming.
Huai Bo and her stared at each other, with ferocious demon soldiers and monsters in between.
"Don't go, I'm afraid it's their conspiracy to lure you over." Xun Chang laughed suddenly.
Ye Yunxin frowned slightly, disapproval appeared in his eyes.
Huai Bo smiled and walked forward slowly, his blue clothes fluttered and his blue hair fluttered.
She had her hands behind her back, with a relaxed expression, as if she was not in the imminent battlefield, but strolling casually in the courtyard.
The ferocious monsters were getting closer and closer to her, and they seemed to have no intention of moving away. The Demon Lord also sat on the ground without making a sound.
Huai Bai approached slowly step by step, and the cold snowflakes blew silently beside her.
The monster caught in the wind and snow turned into a pool of dirty blood in an instant.
While the Demon Lord watched his subordinates die, he remained motionless and just took a sip of his tea.
The sword energy, the ubiquitous sword energy, is like snowflakes, beautiful and cold.
Huai Bai walked through the snowstorm with blood on his feet, and when he got into the car, he politely removed the stains from his shoes.
Mo Jun slightly hooked his lips and raised his hand to signal her to sit down, looking noble and elegant. If the two soldiers hadn't met, no one would have thought that this is a frightening monster.
"Natural selection, survival of the fittest." The Demon Lord said abruptly, staring at Huai Bai.
Huai Bo was slightly taken aback, then naturally sat opposite her, and said, "Tian Yan."
The devil laughed, lifted the curtain of the car, and shouted outside: "You guys keep fighting, don't worry about this."
The strong wind rolled up and instantly blew away the dark clouds in the sky.
After a momentary gap, a darker demonic breath flooded in like a tide, drowning everyone, and their vision was completely dark.
The people of Xianmen looked shocked, thinking, what's going on, this is the legendary Demon Lord
And the magic soldiers were used to the king not playing cards according to common sense, howled excitedly, and culled them.
Surrounded by murderous aura, boiling against the sky, swords and swords.
The chariot is high above the clouds, the red yarn is flying, the two people in the car are talking to each other, and the tea is curling up.
The Demon Lord said: "Mr. said that everything in the world is evolved from the heavens, and the survival of the fittest, but I am a little puzzled."
Huai Bai didn't drink his tea: "Please tell me."
Demon Lord: "In the past, the gods created the heaven and the earth. When they were angry, the sky fell, and the earth was overturned. The rivers reversed and the mountains exploded. Reaching the center of the earth, gods and immortals, who is stronger and who is weaker."
Huai Bo: "If we talk about strength alone, it is naturally God's strength."
The devil asked: "Then why are the gods already annihilated in the world, but monks are everywhere? Natural selection, so rare that the strong are eliminated instead?"
Huai Bai lowered his eyes, looked at the tea in the cup, put his hands on his knees, and sat neatly.
One or two strands of hair hang down from the forehead, trembling and fluttering like little flowers in the wind.
The Demon Lord was a little disappointed, "Mr. Fei doesn't know either?"
Huai Bai raised his eyes and smiled slightly, "I just remembered something."
"What's the matter?"
Looking at Mojun's eagerness to learn, Huai Bai thought, in the original world, the teacher must like such a student very much.
"It's nothing," she thought for a moment, "what is weak and what is strong? Possessing great power, thus losing the awe of heaven and earth, suicidal, and fearing heaven and earth, blending with heaven and other races, so that they can survive for a long time , which one is stronger and which one is weaker?"
"Among the six realms, it is only judged by strength. Naturally, mortals are the weakest. If it is said in terms of heart, ordinary people suffer from the sufferings of the seven emotions and six desires, and they are not as transcendent as immortal gods. world, but the human race is becoming more and more prosperous, and even has the strength to fight against immortals and demons."
Huai Bo asked her back: "Do you think the human race is weak?"
The Demon Lord lifted the curtain of the car and lowered his head to look down.
The ground rumbled and shook.
The armored cavalry pierced into the monsters like sharp swords and fought with them in one place. The iron horse crushed flesh and blood, and the sound of killing shook the sky.
The general led by the iron horse, galloping across the battlefield, was not timid in the face of ferocious monsters, "Kill!"
The soldiers shouted: "Kill!!!"
The devil finds it interesting. In her memory, the human race was just a group of ants who walked upright and drank blood.
Unexpectedly, they have reached such a point in the blink of an eye.
Huaibo said: "A person is naturally small like a mustard seed, and a hundred years is like a short-lived mayfly, but if all the people are gathered together, all the centuries are passed down from generation to generation, and they are merged into one race and one civilization. Magnificent and great, it eclipses the world."
The eyes of the sanity-lost monsters were red, not afraid of pain, biting frantically. Blood flowed into rivers, corpses were everywhere, hell on earth.
Yanjia's aura flickered and dimmed in the darkness, and on the blood-soaked ground, human soldiers fell down one by one, rushed up one by one, and stepped forward one after another. In the sea of blood and mountains of corpses, a battle flag fluttered in the wind, standing firm.
The Demon Lord sighed, and closed the car window, the sound of fighting was isolated from the outside, and the inner room was quiet, with only a faint scent of tea.
She said: "So that's the case, but if it weren't for the help of the immortal sect to provide them with Yanjia, how could it be done with the strength of the human race?"
Huai Bo is very sure: "Of course they can do it, but it will take a few years later, but after a thousand years, they will always be able to go to the sky, enter the earth, and break through the sky."
The Demon Lord raised his eyebrows: "Are you so sure?"
Huai Bo said: "Yes, because I have witnessed it with my own eyes."
In her original world.
The Demon Lord chuckled, but he only regarded her as nonsense. She fiddled with the incense burner, and the ash rustled. The car is warm and fragrant.
Looking outside, the Huaguang Magical Artifact shuttled through the black clouds, looming like countless shooting stars.
The dark clouds became thicker and thicker, there was a loud bang, the Milky Way poured over, and the rain was violent and windy.
The smell of death passed through the curtains and mingled with the incense.
The Demon Lord sat lazily, with a baggy outer robe and a red dress inside.
Huai Bai turned his head, trying to find the white figure through the bead curtain and the shower. After looking at it for a long time, she frowned very lightly.
"Sir," the Demon Lord said slowly, "Since the human race is like this, aren't you afraid of raising tigers? Yanjia needs spirit stones, and in a few hundred years, they will learn to compete with the fairy sect for spirit mines. When the time comes, You are no longer high-ranking immortals."
Huai Bo said calmly, "I know."
Mojun sighed, waved to the table, all the tea was poured on the ground.
"Sometimes I admire you, and sometimes I think you are really ridiculous." A white cloth appeared in her hand, and she spread the cloth on the table.
Huai Bai's eyes moved slightly - black lines criss-crossed on the cloth, like a chess game, this is the banner of the magic soldier just now.
The Demon Lord smoothed the cloth, "Do you know what this means?"
Huai Bo: "Take common people as chess pieces, take the Six Paths as pieces, and play with the world in the palm of your hand."
This is the meaning of the magic flag.
The devil was stunned, and threw a charcoal pencil over, "What are you talking about? I just want to play backgammon with you. But what you said just now is very interesting." She thought for a while, then smiled: "Take common people as chess, With Liu Dao as the child, let's gamble, okay?"
Wyber: "I don't think so."
The devil shook his head: "I don't want you to think, I want me to think, I think it's okay, come on."