Raise a House of Obsession - Chapter 139

Genius remembers this site address in one second: []The fastest update! No ads! Once upon a time there was a mountain and a temple on the mountain. There was a group of monks in the temple.

However, a severe drought caused a shortage of food, and the temple could not support so many monks, so everyone had to eat less, and everyone had to go hungry.

In order to reduce the burden on the temple, the young monks went down the mountain and never returned: some became knights and walked the way for the heavens; some married wives and had children, died of old age, sickness and death, and lived a normal life; others became court officials , High above the temple.

One day, a young monk named “Qiu” asked the abbot in the temple to resign: “There are fat meat in the stalls, fat horses in the stables, hungry people in the wild, and hungry pigs in the wild. The darkness of the world, I would like to return a bright universe in the world.”

The abbot was bitter on his face and sighed, “What can I do for you?”

Autumn, autumn, how do you change the world as a young man? You are just a monk.

Qiu raised his fists, and a strong will was released from his body.

The abbot still shook his head, “Not enough, not enough.”

In autumn, Ranshan Temple’s youngest master, top talent once in a hundred years.

But after going down the mountain, it’s hard to come back.

In the end, Qiu crossed his hands and bowed: “If I don’t go to hell, whoever goes to hell.”

The abbot sighed and put him down the mountain.

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A flash of light, a thousand years of Huabiao, a few storms, abruptly dredging out the locks, and suddenly reining in the name.

That year, Qiu, at the age of sixty-two, he had grown from a young monk to an old monk.

Many regions in the Eastern Continent have left behind the prestigious name of “autumn”.

However, he did not realize his dream, and the dim world did not change in any way. Traveling thousands of miles, reading thousands of books, the more you experience, the more you know how warm and cold people are. Many things are indeed incapable of changing.

But on this day, Qiu climbed over that mountain and came to a vast wasteland. Facing the scorching sun, he dared not move forward. At this time, a group of businessmen came, who seemed to have heard of the prestige of “Master Autumn”, and generously asked him to join the caravan to take him through the desert.

“The master is polite. Natural and man-made disasters are frequent here, and bandits and robbers appear from time to time. One more person gives more care.”

This piece of land has not rained for many years and has been hungry everywhere. The original population is not one in a hundred. Except for some old, weak, sick and disabled, most of the young and middle-aged have moved to the outside world.

Poor mountains and rivers are plagued by people, this caravan walked for two days and two nights before encountering a poor village, ready to stop and rest.

As a result, just after living in the village, I encountered a group of bandits who entered the village to rob.

Qiu yelled when he saw that the bandits were about to kill people. He just wanted to save people, but saw one of the bandits stupefied, the knife fell to the ground, and he whispered: “Master…”

It turned out that this man was a young monk from Ranshan Temple.

After many years, the little monk turned into a bandit and became the leader. Qiu couldn’t help but feel angry, but tears were rolling in his heart, and he shouted: “The evil barrier, why are you hurting people here!”

The little monk heard this loud shout, knowing that there is no possibility of being spared today, and knelt down and said in tears: “Master, the world slanders me, deceives me, insults me, laughs at me, despise me, deceive me, hate me, deceive me, How to deal with it?”

Qiu replied: “Just tolerate him, let him, let him, avoid him, be patient with him, respect him, ignore him, stay for a few more years and watch him.”

The little monk lowered his head and knelt on the ground: “Master, what you said, I can’t do it! Over the years, I have not returned from the mountain, and have gone through a thousand things and many calamities!”

“When I first came down the mountain, I saved an old man. He was seriously ill. I served around and stayed up day and night. However, in a blink of an eye, the old man recovered his health and stole my entanglement. How can I treat these characters?”

Qiu was silent, and after a long while, he replied, “If you lose things outside of your body, you will lose them. It’s okay to have less material desires.”

The little monk said again: “Later, I passed through a village and saw an old man selling children and girls, so I gave him dry food to save his family from hunger. But after a day, I passed by this place. When he was in the village, the old man was selling his sons and daughters again, so I gave him some dry food.”

“The old man was grateful to me when he got the dry food.”

“The third time I saw him, he was selling children and girls again. I won’t give him any more food. The old man was furious and said that I could not save myself, what kind of **** monk.”

“How can these people who have been promoted, and those who fight their enemies, have no choice? I will bear him, let him, let him, and stay for a few more years, he will still do the same, I don’t know how to repent.”

Qiu remained silent.

This time, he couldn’t refute it.

The little monk said again: “Three years ago, I was seriously injured and dying, lying on the side of the road, pedestrians coming and going, but no one saved me.”

“The one who rescued me in the end was a woman. At that time, I didn’t know that she was the daughter of a bandit. Later, when I saw her holding a sharp blade, killing people and selling goods, I was shocked. I tried my best to persuade her not to do evil, but she said, you drink it. The clean water and dry food were robbed. Without the looted materials, I had already died on the street.”

The little monk said loudly, “Master, what should I do, should I commit suicide on the spot, or should I report to you as a spring?”

Qiu was silent, but tears were always running. The world is cold and warm, like people drinking water, what the little monk has experienced, has he never experienced it? He even experienced more, sighed deeper, and was sometimes confused.

The legendary Buddha does not exist after all.

The little monk asked four questions in a row.

If he could answer those two sentences at the beginning, afterwards, Qiu could not answer. Even if the theories in the Buddhist scriptures are one set of one set, but in real practice, it is not like that.

The little monk said: “Master, poor mountains and bad waters ~ www.mtlnovel.com~ It is normal to endure starvation. The women, children, and children in this village are by no means good people. They make a living by looting caravans.”

“If we don’t come today, you will be robbed tonight. The disciples know that they are sinful and unworthy to live in the world, and are willing to be slaughtered. I only wish you to return to Ranshan Temple and leave this **** on earth.”

Even this was the question in his heart. Qiu remembered the conversation with the abbot before leaving the mountain.

“I don’t go to hell, whoever goes to hell.”

This is a ambition, but he is now sixty-two years old, and the ambition must be impossible to complete.

The little monk finally said: “Master, I know that you don’t want to return to Burning Mountain Temple. However, the disciple knows that the great ambition of saving the world is impossible to complete. Not to mention saving the world, even the people of a village will be saved. It’s harder.”

He raised his head and roared loudly: “Look at the women and children in this village. They are hungry and have three sticks in their stomachs. They are greedy for the flesh of the disciple! If the master can convince them not to eat my flesh, let me be safe. Burial, then the master won.”

“If I can’t, then I won, and I asked the master to return to Ranshan Temple, so that I don’t suffer here.”