Although Chen Xuanzang said that he had given up the journey to the west, in fact, he did not betray Buddhism, let alone return to the vulgar. Therefore, when he saw a monk, he always had to pay more attention.
Besides, it was already dark, and the old monk was holding a lantern, and the candle flame was still very eye-catching in the dark.
Chen Xuanzang looked at the old monk carefully, he looked like he was seventy or eighty years old, his face was full of wrinkles, but his body didn't look stooped at all, and his face also gave off a quiet and peaceful feeling.
A simple green cloth cassock, it seems that it has been washed many times, and it is a little white, and a pair of straw sandals look very worn. However, what Chen Xuanzang paid most attention to was this old monk. He was holding a lantern, but he was walking with his eyes closed.
"Master, hello..." Looking at this quiet and peaceful old monk, Chen Xuanzang thought for a while, took a few steps forward, and said hello.
"Amitabha, hello, benefactor." Hearing this, the old monk stopped in his footsteps and replied.
"Master, where are you going?" Chen Xuanzang asked after seeing that the old monk really had his eyes closed.
How could anyone walk with their eyes closed? Are you not afraid of getting lost
"Come and go, they are all in this world, how can there be any distinction between them? Go where you want to go, everything depends on fate," the old monk replied with a calm smile on Chen Xuanzang's words.
"Well… ".
The old monk's answer made Chen Xuanzang startled for a moment, then looked at the old monk's closed eyes, and said, "Then master, why do you close your eyes when you walk? Aren't you afraid of getting lost?".
"What the poor monk practices is Mind-Eyes Zen, abandoning the mortal eyes of the naked eye, and looking at the whole world with the eyes of the mind. Let me ask, if the mind and eyes can get lost, how can the naked eyes not get lost?" To Chen Xuanzang's question, the old monk answered quietly. road.
I don't know if these words meant something, in short, Chen Xuanzang felt very touched by his words, if you can't see through them with your mind, how can you not get lost with your naked eyes
Lost, this word seems to have other meanings, Chen Xuanzang couldn't help thinking of his own experience.
Have you ever lost your way? Thinking of this, Chen Xuanzang stood upright as if in a daze.
"Amitabha, the mortal eye of the naked eye is dim and unclear, and it is inevitable to get lost. As long as you can keep your eyes open and see clearly the path you want to take, you will be right when you turn back."
Seemingly unable to see Chen Xuanzang's dazed look, the old monk said, these words also interrupted the muddy thoughts in Chen Xuanzang's mind.
After being interrupted by the old monk, Chen Xuanzang seemed to have gained something, but he had no idea what exactly he got.
Looking at the lantern in the old monk's hand, Chen Xuanzang said: "Then, since Master, you are practicing mind-eye meditation and you have abandoned the words of the mortal eye, why are you holding a lantern?".
"Amitabha, the lamp is for burning myself and illuminating others. Although I close my eyes and no longer need lamps, all living beings do." The old monk replied to Chen Xuanzang's words, which seemed to contain endless Zen ideas .
Gululu...
It's just that the old monk had just finished speaking when suddenly his stomach rang.
Such a situation made Chen Xuanzang couldn't help laughing out loud, and said, "Master, I think you're hungry too, why don't you? How about going to my house for dinner?".
"Then there will be a benefactor." He touched his stomach, and the old monk looked a little embarrassed, but he didn't refuse. He followed Chen Xuanzang and returned to the small mountain village where he was.
The villagers in the village were very enthusiastic, and everyone who came and went greeted Chen Xuanzang, which showed that his popularity in the village was still very good.
Seeing Chen Xuanzang bring an old monk home, Ms. Duan didn't say much. It happened that there were still a lot of leftovers at noon, barely enough for three people.
Chen Xuanzang still respected such a kind-hearted eminent monk. At the dinner table, the two chatted about Buddhist issues, but the atmosphere was really strong. There were even many questions that Chen Xuanzang had always been puzzled by. The old monk Chen Xuanzang admired him even more for being able to talk about it.
However, when everyone in this small mountain village was having dinner, and the mountain village seemed very quiet in the dark night, suddenly there was a scream: "A bandit is coming."
Shouts and screams were heard endlessly. Upon hearing such movements, Chen Xuanzang and others ran out of the house.
Sure enough, I saw dozens of bandits and bandits riding fierce horses and slashing with steel knives in their hands, showing no mercy. Villagers screamed and were beheaded one by one, cold-blooded and merciless.
Seeing the fierce and ruthless appearance of these bandits, it is naturally impossible for Chen Xuanzang and Miss Duan to stand idly by.
Although the power of the Dragon Ball system has been taken back by Dongfang Yu, Chen Xuanzang's fighting ability is still very good, after all, he himself is an exorcist.
Of course, Miss Duan is stronger, her ability is absolutely top-notch even among exorcists.
However, the leader of this bandit is actually very powerful, and the manipulator's knife flies in the air, and his methods are similar to those of Mr. Kong Kong.
Even if Chen Xuanzang and Miss Duan teamed up, they were not his opponents, and they were defeated after a short fight.
Seeing that Chen Xuanzang and Miss Duan were defeated, and a little boy was about to die under the steel knife on the other side, the old monk rushed out suddenly and hugged the little boy in his arms.
However, the old monk himself was also stabbed in the back, and the blood flowed profusely.
"Amitabha, almsgiver, why do you want to do evil?".
His back was slashed, but the old monk didn't seem to feel it, instead he said to the bandit calmly.
"Hey? There's a blind old bald donkey here, it's really merciful."
Seeing the appearance of this old monk, the bandit leader next to him seemed a little interested and said with a smile.
"Master, run quickly, these bandits are very powerful," Chen Xuanzang shouted anxiously when he saw that the old monk was hacked, but still didn't run away, and wanted to influence these bandits.
"Amitabha, this old monk is not blind, he just practiced mind-eye Zen. Almighty, the so-called put down the butcher's knife and stand on the ground..." Putting his hands together, the old monk proclaimed the Buddha's name, and said patiently.
"Don't talk so much nonsense!" However, before the old monk finished speaking, the bandit leader interrupted him with a wave of his hand unceremoniously, and said, "Mind-eye Zen? I've heard of it, very good, since you If the old monk is compassionate, how about you open your eyes? If you open your eyes, how about I let these villagers go?".
The bandit leader's words silenced the old monk.
After years of painstaking practice, the mind-eye Zen cannot see this world with the naked eye, otherwise, once the eyes are opened, the years of practice will be ruined.
"Hahaha, I thought you bald donkeys were really so merciful, but it turned out to be nothing more than that when it came to me."
Seeing that the old monk stopped talking, the leader of the bandits couldn't help laughing out loud, and the other bandits also laughed mockingly one after another.
"Amitabha, I hope the donor will keep his word." However, at this moment, the old monk suddenly spoke.
His words made the bandits stop laughing abruptly. Immediately, in the eyes of everyone, the old monk's eyelids trembled slightly, and then he slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes looked cloudy, and it seemed that he hadn't opened his eyes for many years.
"You...", the bandit leader obviously didn't expect that the old monk would actually open his eyes, ruining years of practice, and was a little stunned.
However, the bandit leader immediately turned into anger from embarrassment, and said: "It doesn't count, if you don't open your eyes, you are dead, you open your eyes not for others, but also for You yourself, it doesn't count!".
Seeing that the old monk opened his eyes because of the villagers and ruined his practice of mind-eye Zen, Chen Xuanzang was deeply touched, but at this moment he heard that the bandit leader actually repented, and couldn't help shouting: "You speak It doesn’t count, this master has opened his eyes and ruined his practice, but you actually backtracked, what kind of hero are you?”.
"Hahaha, I'm not a hero, I'm just a bandit." It's just that the bandit didn't take Chen Xuanzang's big feet seriously.
While speaking, the steel knife in his hand flew up, suspended in mid-air, and it looked like he was about to drive his own knife to kill.
"Amitabha, the benefactor thinks that I opened my eyes not to save others, but to save myself. If this is the case, how about I prove to the benefactor that I did not open my eyes to save myself?".
However, at this moment, the old monk who opened his eyes spoke.
"Oh? How do you prove that?".
Hearing the old monk's words, the bandit leader's movements stopped, and he looked at the old monk with a smile and asked.
Without saying much, the old monk reached into his arms, and immediately took out a small knife. Looking at the old monk's movements, the bandits were a little wary.
Pooh!
Blood splattered everywhere, and the old monk stabbed the knife directly into his heart.
Blood overflowed from the corner of the old monk's mouth, but his expression was still benevolent. He looked at the bandit leader and said, "How is it? This benefactor? Now, can you fulfill your promise?".
quiet!
At this time, don't talk about the villagers next to him, even these murderous bandits, they were all dumbfounded seeing the old monk's behavior of putting life and death aside.
The bandit leader who controlled his own steel knife and was ready to attack at any time was also a little dumbfounded. He quietly looked at the old monk who was peaceful and generous, and his mind was also shocked.
His face turned green and then pale, and finally, the bandit put away his knife: "Okay, master, for your compassionate face, I will leave now...".