There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 398: Dao Dao Monk
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Seeing that the old monk is beginning to cut off his body, isn't this just suicide?
In the spiritual world of the dead, people are embodied by spiritual energy,
In mythology, it’s called the spirit out of the body.
The old monk on the shore is now trying to kill himself.
When the soul collapses, it is equal to the destruction of body and soul.
At this time, in front of the temple built on many bones, the old monk cut off the meat one by one, and then placed it on a stone desk in the temple, one by one in trays.
Each cut of these meats is crystal clear and transparent. It is the flesh of the soul, which is cut from the pure soul.
The old monk cut off the flesh and blood on his chest and began to cut the flesh and blood on his stomach. After a while, only a thin layer of flesh was left on his body with bones attached to it.
At the same time, the old monk became weaker and weaker.
"Amitabha."
The old monk suddenly sang the Buddha's name in a low voice.
"If the donor goes out, please tell the monastery on your behalf that today the poor monk is willing to go to **** and save one person. If someone in the monastery asks whether it is worthwhile, the donor will help the poor monk to answer 12 words,'Great Compassion No tears, no words for enlightenment, no words for laughter', they will understand the ambition of the poor monk before the Buddha. It's time for the donor, Amitabha."
The old monk turned around and said softly to Mr. Fu who was passing by the river. There was no pain or resentment on his face, only compassion.
After speaking, the old monk sat down with his legs crossed, his hands clasped together, and began to recite the Buddhist scriptures.
As the old monk recites the Buddhist scriptures, his body begins to be crystal clear, white like a glazed dharmakaya. Colored glaze is one of the seven treasures of Buddhism. Realm, also known as using Jingliu as the ground, illuminates the darkness of the Three Realms, expels evil spirits and lowers demons.
When the golden glaze body is all over the body of the old monk, bang!
The body of the old monk, as well as the flesh and blood on the stone desk, all turned into a sparkling powder in the sky, covering the whole temple, and every line of hope that the Sanskrit sound will not stop over the temple for a long time.
Fang Zheng was taken aback.
The master passed away?
I was surprised at the bottom of my heart, who was the one who sacrificed himself to save himself? What kind of a wicked person is he who wants this master to build the temple on the bones, and who is suppressed in the temple!
At the same time, Fang Zheng's face was in awe.
Whether cutting meat and feeding eagle talisman does not conform to universal values, this master let Fang Zheng rise to the highest admiration from the bottom of his heart.
He couldn't help but think of the words of the monk before he passed away:
Is it worth it?
Answer: No tears in great compassion, no words in great enlightenment, and no sound of laughter.
……
"An old friend of the past has left again, and the group of masters left behind is one less person. You left without worrying about it..." Mr. Fu let out a sigh that seemed to be filled with emotion.
Fangzheng's expression moved. Hearing what Mr. Fu said, he and the eminent monk are old friends who have known each other for a long time?
Mr. Fu stood silently, gazing at the temple on the tired bones. The face of the dead man who never had an expression had no sorrow, no joy, anger, sorrow, or joy, but Fang Zheng knew that at this moment, he stopped holding his hand and stood silently. Moving Mr. Fu, facing his old friend, sitting in front of him, the sadness in his heart can never be realized by outsiders.
Even Fang Zheng fell silent, staring silently at a temple on the shore, and the monk passed away.
The boat floats up and down along the current, and the spiritual world of the dead is as silent as a withered world in black and white. Recruit!
The sound of iron chains came from the quiet and quiet temple. There were people in the temple! !
Under Fang Zheng's gaze, a little girl with a smell of inhumane fireworks that did not match her age walked out of the temple, and she was about eleven or twelve years old.
However, a chain was handcuffed to her feet, which stretched deep into the invisible temple.
Every time the little girl takes a step, the iron chains on her feet clang with the ground.
Clang clang... When the little girl walked a few steps, the sound of iron chains came out from the temple, and she walked out again. She looked exactly like a little girl carved out of a mold. She was also eleven or twelve years old, with handcuffs on her feet. With the iron chain. But the expression on the little girl's face was different, it was a kind smile.
Twins?
Clang clang......
The two little girls walked out a few steps one after another, and the sound of iron chains mopping the floor came again from the temple, unexpectedly came out another little girl with exactly the same name.
This time, the expression on the face is also very different, this time it is a cowardly expression.
Next is the fourth little girl’s hate expression, the fourth little girl’s happy expression, the fifth little girl’s thinking expression, the sixth little girl’s dumb expression, the seventh little girl’s innocent expression... …
Fang Zheng was shocked to see that dozens of identical little girls walked out of the temple. Everyone had different expressions on their faces, which seemed to imply a person's seven passions, joy, anger, sorrow, and hatred.
No one is duplicated.
In Buddhism, there are people who say that there are three thousand troubles. There are as many troubles as there are blue silks. As long as they are still here, everyone has troubles.
At this moment, on the bank of the river, there are densely packed rows of little girls who look like one. There are more than dozens of them. The sound of iron chains continues to be heard in the temple. In a small Buddhist temple, it seems to be connected to another. In the world of planes, there are more little girls coming out. At this moment, these little girls stood lined up on the Bone Mountain on the bank of the river, with faces with different expressions, all looking at the boat drifting away.
Fang Zheng was slightly tingled with the strange scene in front of him.
Being stared at by dozens of children who look the same, this scene looks very strange.
At first he thought it was twins and triplets, but soon discovered that it was not what he thought, this little girl was definitely not a normal person.
These little girls with different expressions, or that each one represents an avatar of an emotion, is more appropriate.
To understand in plain language, this is the spiritual world, so there are so many little girls in front of them, it should be the multiple personalities that broke through the **** of the physical body and all ran out of the spiritual world.
A person is a kind of personality. How many kinds of personality does this little girl have?
In reality, dual personality is weird enough. There are at least dozens of personality types here, right? !
Until the boat went away and the view was blocked by the thick foggy sea behind her, the little girl in the temple still did not finish walking.
Fang Zheng has a serious and thoughtful expression on his face.
Could it be that the monk of the Taoist monk has been suppressing, wanting to save, hesitate to cut the flesh to feed the eagle, and pass away the horror existence in the Buddhist temple that he wants to save, is this little girl with multiple personality schizophrenia?
Fang Zheng originally thought that Mr. Fu might explain to him, that Mr. Fu’s performance has been very flat and indifferent, plus the last words of the old monk before he passed away, it shows that Mr. Fu is clear about what is in front of him. But for the rest of the journey, Mr. Fu was silent, as if he didn't mean to explain.
Until the two of them finished the trip.