"I can see clearly now, I'm a human, a ghost?" Maitreya took the wooden dragon back, stepped back two steps, stood in the moonlight under the oblique forest, and asked Qinghai with a smile.
"You, you..." Qinghai touched the swelling on his head, and his eyelids throbbed. This is a ghost or a ghost. I already knew that he was ashamed and angry. He was so ashamed that he had practiced for many years. He couldn't distinguish between humans and ghosts, and he was so angry that the other party played with him.
"In this desolate era, there is actually no difference between humans and ghosts. I am wrong. I will tease you first." Seeing Qinghai's shame, Maitreya apologized to him, but didn't want this monk. No mouth.
"Damello, people are people, ghosts are ghosts, and the meaning of my Qinghai's existence is to eliminate evil spirits in this world." Qinghai's dark face began to turn red.
"... Then what's the difference between you and the evil spirit?" Maitreya pondered for a while and asked.
"Nani, I destroy the evil spirits and protect the same innocent human beings. How can this be compared with the evil spirits?" Qinghai's face grew black and red.
"The evil spirit killed you, wouldn't it be considered as protecting his companion?" Maitreya asked back, Qinghai's thinking, he thought, if it was the previous self, he would definitely agree, but after practicing, his vision changed. It's different.
"... Wai Dao, Wai Dao, compares an eminent monk like me with evil spirits!" Qinghai stomped her feet, trying to turn her face, but considering the other's youth and strength, her stupid apprentice couldn't help him, and he would definitely not be able to beat him.
"What can't be compared? Ghosts kill people, don't people kill people? In this world, there are many ghosts who kill people, or there are many people who kill people. Gongqing and samurai all regard human life as grass and mustards. Yuan, is it a ghost or a human?" Maitreya put down the wooden dragon that was supposed to be handed back, and asked disdainfully.
"I..." Qinghai opened his mouth and couldn't find the words. In an instant, he felt that this guy had some truth in what he said...
"I can't answer it? It seems that your cultivation is just so, but at this level, you dare to call yourself a'high monk'." Maitreya disdain.
"... Then you tell me, what should I do?" Qinghai's face was flushed, like a cooked prawn, but unable to attack, she replied discouragedly.
"I'm not your master, how can I answer you? Go, go back and learn Buddhism well, and then come and talk to me." Maitreya waved his hand to Qinghai and asked the other person to leave. He didn't know what to do. Don't cross the world, that's a monk's business, he is a bald donkey.
"Return the wooden dragon to me." Qinghai did not leave, staring at the wooden dragon in Maitreya's hand. This wooden dragon is a strange treasure and must come back.
"I was going to pay you back, but I won't give it anymore." Maitreya was planning to return the wooden dragon back, but when Qinghai asked for it, he refused to give it. The bald donkey was unhappy and had the ability to bite me.
Faced with Maitreya's rogue appearance, Qinghai's face turned black and red, and his face was completely gloomy. Finally, she shook her sleeves and called for her little Shamen Shanzhao to leave together.
When Maitreya saw Qinghai walk away in anger, he didn't care. On the contrary, he was refreshed. He was ready to go back to rest, but didn't want to see the scriptures lying on the ground.
"This monk..." Maitreya raised his head and wanted to call Qinghai back, but it was not good, so he could only pick up the scroll scriptures and spread them out and watch them through the eyes of the sky in the dark night.
The scriptures on the scrolls are beautiful in handwriting and strong in mana. It is obviously Qinghai's handwriting, written in the "Miao Dharma Lotus Sutra" by Fa Huazong, without commentary and pure copying.
When there was nothing to do in the night, Maitreya read it twice by himself. It is different from the Vajra Prajna of the Diamond Sutra and the Amitabha Vow of the Immeasurable Life Sutra. Dharma, all beings, regardless of male or female, can become Buddhas, just like a lotus, with flowers and fruits at the same time, leaving the silt without staining, introverted and not exposed.
Classics are good scriptures, and words are good words, but people are only half a good person.
At dawn, Maitreya drew his mind from the scriptures, made the above criticism, and then put the wooden dragon scriptures into the box and proceeded forward.
Because Grandpa Mingga couldn’t worry about Inuyasha, he only told the general route, and then went back. Maitreya could only follow the route he said, looking for villages in the mountains of Kai area, and people had heard of this place, but they just didn’t know. how to get to.
The next day, Maitreya found a village. He had just entered the village and had not found anyone. He saw two samurai with shaved heads, that is, the kind of samurai who had their heads shaved and pulled their hair buns on the back of their heads. In front of him, respectfully asked:
"Where are you a traveler?"
Shugen Tao was created by Yu Xiaojiao. It is mainly in asceticism. Anyone can join in. The most common thing to do is to worship the mountains and rivers among the mountains. Therefore, the practitioners are mostly divided by the area of Shugen. However, because of the war, Xiugen The experiencers have become scarcer, and the two samurai are asking the roots.
"As a traveler, why do you think that one mountain and one place are bound by one?" Maitreya directly replied. Although he is now dressed as a practitioner, he actually does not cultivate that way. To speak of it, he is more like Buddhism Tutto, and Tutto is also Known as the walker.
"Then can you retreat to the monster?" The two-month-old samurai looked at each other, still respectful.
"How can't it? Super chanting, and you can handle it even underneath." The old Maitreya god is there, it's just a monster, do him!
"That's great. Recently, there is a monster in this village. Our chickens and horses were killed. I hope you can help us." The two samurai looked at each other and quickly pleaded with their jaws.
"It's easy to say? Where is the monster, when it appears, and what is it? What remuneration can you give me?" Maitreya asked directly.
"If you can eliminate the monsters, we are willing to take care of your board and lodging, which is very reasonable." One of the two samurai tried to speak.
"It's unreasonable. Practice underneath and don't eat fireworks." Maitreya rebuffed. He is indeed doing qi refining at bigu. He usually eats some wild fruits and drinks some water.
"Then what do you want?" the other samurai asked back.
"How much is a horse worth?" Maitreya asked rhetorically.
"Ten ends of linen." (Three feet on one end)
"Then you can give me ten ends of linen cloth, or the corresponding copper coin!" Maitreya gave the price, which was very affordable.
"Okay." In the words of the two samurai nodding, the deal was concluded.
The monster that made chaos in the village was a centipede demon. Maitreya could easily find it in the woods on the side of the village. He drove it out of the dense forest with a wind and fire order, but accidentally discovered that the centipede's head was actually inlaid. With a piece of four soul fragments.
Maitreya used an iron fist to beat the three-foot-long centipede into several pieces. After removing the four soul fragments, he asked for paper and pen to draw charms, burned the real fire to incinerate the demon centipede into ashes, and lifted it into the sky so that the villagers would not follow up.
Things were done smoothly. Maitreya and the village warriors also settled the bills smoothly. He took a hundred copper coins and got four soul fragments. More importantly, he thought of how to find the village of the tutor, and he couldn't ask anyone. It's okay to ask monsters!
(End of this chapter)