Fantasy World Transmigration

Shaolin monks, their faces were ashen as if they could scrape off a layer of ashes. Chen Ang said this very seriously, implying that all the monks in the courtyard are "fake compassion, really stupid", and no one let him It's eye-catching. 【Fengyun Novel Reading Network】

Just seeing Xuanci's face of disastrous defeat, he couldn't say any excuses. Although Chen Ang didn't call the name, the person present was not a human being. The entanglement between Xuanci and Ye Erniang had long been inferred. It's just to show Shaolin face, not to make a fuss everywhere.

All the heroes in the courtyard stood silently below, which is a position in itself. Otherwise, with the good relationship that Shaolin has formed in the martial arts, how could there be no one to speak out at this time? The lives of hundreds of innocent children, hundreds of The grief of ordinary families, who can afford this crime?

Xuanci looked haggard, he struggled to his feet, looked around the crowd, looked at them with contempt, sigh, or resentment, and sighed in despair: "That's good, that's good! , then there will be karma. Erniang, you have suffered all these years! Hey~" His long sigh really contained infinite regret.

Xuanci turned to face Chen Ang, and pleaded: "Even though what I have done is too many to write down, and the crime is extremely heinous, all of this has nothing to do with other Shaolin disciples. Shaolin has clear rules through the ages, and the discipline is strict. Other brothers and sisters, strictly abide by the clear rules, and practice the Dharma diligently. The benefactor can't be generalized! This old man is stupid and has nothing to do with other Buddhist disciples!"

He knelt down heavily and begged: "Please allow me to accept the two hundred sticks of the obscenity precept, and then go to the six doors with the benefactor, Ming, Zheng, Dian, and Xing!" He bit out the last four words word by word. , a line of turbid tears have flowed down the wrinkles, the pale white eyebrows fluttering in the wind, desolate and lonely.

The heroes present couldn't help but feel a little bit unbearable when they saw that the abbot, who was very energetic in the past, was now like an ordinary old man. The Shaolin monks even lowered their heads and looked down, reciting the Buddha's name silently.

"Xuanci, Xuanci, are you worthy of Shaolin, but can you be worthy of other people?" Chen Ang sighed, "Even if you have reached this point, is Shaolin Qingyu the one you will never forget? Your child is right in front of you, don't you ask?" Just one word, you don't care about Ye Erniang's life or death, this is your family business, so I shouldn't say more about it."

"It's just that at this moment, what you can't let go of is this Songshan Shaolin. Have you repented in the past twenty years? At this time, you still don't know that I came here today to force you, not because of this Shaolin. The commandments of bullshit, but for these decades, you just sat and watched, conniving at the consequences of Ye Erniang's crimes!"

Chen Ang took a serious look. The four big characters of Shaolin Temple's mountain gate and Zen Ancestral Court gleamed in the sun, but he sighed extremely painfully: "Before dying,

What you are still thinking about is the precepts of Shaolin, the rules of Shaolin, it seems to be a great honor for you to die under the rules of the door, the Buddha has been chanting for so long, did the word 'compassion' actually write rules? "

"When I read Buddhist scriptures, from the cracks in the pages, I see sentient beings and compassion, but in the Buddhist scriptures of Shaolin, what I see are rules and bloody words—'eating people'. Xuanci! Xuanci , to this day, you still put mercy behind the rules, this is Shaolin's crime!"

Xuanci closed his eyes and said: "This old monk didn't abide by the clean rules, which is why he made a big mistake. The Shaolin precepts, exhorting people to be kind, is an excellent thing. Today, I use myself to add a bit of majesty to the Shaolin clean rules, presumably In the future, the monks must always be vigilant, and will not repeat the old monk's mistakes, so as not to violate the original intention of compassion and precepts."

"It's a pity, it's a pity, your rules are the rules of cannibalism, and your precepts are the precepts of killing people. How many tenants at the foot of Songshan Mountain were killed by this rule? At the foot of Buddhism, the lives of the poor are worse than those in other places." It’s more difficult. You wear cassocks and gild the Buddha’s body. You don’t give birth, don’t work, keep the rules, sit in the precepts, but eat human flesh and blood. The golden body of the Buddha is plated with the peasant’s Blood and sweat."

"The compassion you read, the Buddha who works, there are people who suffer all the time in this world. You are on the mountain, can you do anything for them? Add oil in the middle of the night, burn incense day and night, Arhat made of copper, Dharma body plated with gold, extravagant Buddha , but regard compassion as nothing, the rules of Shaolin might as well become the rules of Baizhang."

Monk Baizhang, the founder of Zen in the Tang Dynasty, served the Buddha with dedication and advocacy of self-sufficiency and self-sufficiency. The Shaolin monks naturally understood it, and when they heard this, their expressions changed in awe.

Xuanci took a deep breath, speechless, he looked at Erniang Ye, thinking of his own child, he couldn't help asking softly: "Erniang, where is our son? Can you tell me! "

After hearing this, Erniang Ye showed joy in her heart, she wanted to point it out to Xuanci, but she didn't dare, so she leaned into Xuanci's ear and whispered something, Xuanci looked in the direction of the Shaolin monks , suddenly smiled calmly, and said: "I didn't expect it! I didn't expect it! Er Niang, don't worry, he is a very good child."

He looked sideways at Chen Ang, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but suddenly he didn't want to, just shook his head, Ye Erniang pulled him by, and said with a smile: "You go first! I know he is good, so I don't worry gone."

There was a calm look on her face, both Xuanci and Chen Ang understood something, and Ye Erniang took out the dagger in her arms, and said to Chen Ang: "Originally, if you lied to me, I was going to use this dagger to do something. This is the end, I know what you want to do, I just thought, when you die, you have no proof, but you didn't lie to me?"

"How do you know I didn't lie to you? Don't you want to verify it?" Chen Ang asked.

"When I saw him, I knew it. His eyebrows and eyes are unmistakable! When I look at him, it's like looking at a piece of my meat. He is very kind." Ye Erniang said frankly: "He is as good as me." Wouldn't it be embarrassing to be a mother?" She was doing well just now, but when she said this, she couldn't help sobbing and trembling silently.

"He is a kind person, he will not feel ashamed! He will only be grateful to you, love you, and use his life to redeem your sins!" Chen Ang said slowly.

"Don't, don't, my sin is so serious, don't let him pay it for me!" Ye Erniang burst into tears, "He should be innocent and live his life well, it has nothing to do with me, a damned woman! Don't Let him know, don't let him know me." When she said this, her heart was like a knife.

"Do you know who took your child?" Chen Ang sighed.

"Please, please don't disturb my child!" Ye Erniang said in pain, she couldn't help but wanted to protect her, but she didn't dare, so she could only helplessly grab the rigid plate, leaving bloodstains on it.

"No one is wronged, and everyone who loves is guilty. Xuanci, outside the Yanmen Pass, someone will still ask you to pay back the blood debt. You let his family be ruined, and he separated your flesh and blood. The world is unpredictable!"

"When will the injustice be repaid? Karma and karma, retribution is not good!" Xuan Ci sighed, "I don't know the Qiao family couple, Ma Dayuan, and Xuan Ku. How many of them were killed by that benefactor?"

"Ma Dayuan was killed by his wife who stole the man and collaborated with Bai Shijing to kill him, and everything else!"

"Will he harm my child?" Ye Erniang looked at Chen Ang helplessly.

Chen Ang looked back at Xiao Feng, and said: "Hero Xiao is almost 80% similar to him, both of them are good men, and he will definitely not do such a thing of bullying orphans."

Ye Erniang smiled bitterly and said: "Okay! If not!" She pulled out the dagger, looked at her face under the cold light of the dagger, and sighed: "I really miss it! I really want to hear him call, 'Mom'. "She suddenly returned her hand and stabbed at her right arm.

"Er Niang!" Xuan Ci tried to stop in shock, but Ye Er Niang blocked her with flesh and blood.

Ye Erniang cut off a mass of bloody flesh and blood from her body, and said to the heroes off the court: "In the past, I acted recklessly and committed many evils, causing the flesh and blood of my dearest relatives to be separated. Today, I, Erniang Ye Cut bones and flesh to pay for this sin."

Her high-pitched and intense voice startled everyone present, even Chen Ang was taken aback, she didn't expect her to be so decisive, Ye Erniang cut off her little finger with a backhand knife, Xuanci rushed up , pulling her.

The old monk cried bitterly: "Er Niang, all kinds of crimes are caused by me, you can't do this!"

"I know!" Ye Erniang said with a miserable smile, "I'm also a mother, how could I not know how the hatred of losing my flesh and blood is so crazy, what I experienced twenty years ago, the people here, Everyone in the world has experienced it before. In the past, I wanted to eat my flesh and sleep on my skin. Today, how many people have experienced my pain and hatred?"

She said with a smile: "I want my child to live in this world innocently, and his mother should also be innocent. I only hope that my flesh and blood can pay for the sins in case of sin, and let him be innocent." Buddha, bless him, bless him safe and happy, don't bear my sins!"

Xuanci tremblingly said: "Er Niang, Er Niang, you must have a reason, a reason." He hugged her and stood up.

He was trembling, and put Ye Erniang on the ground tremblingly, afraid that his tears would drip on Ye Erniang's wound, "You are afraid, aren't you?" Chen Ang sighed.

Ye Erniang lost her voice: "I'm afraid, I'm afraid! Those children, those children come to me every day, as long as they come to me, don't pester my children. I have experienced that kind of hatred and that kind of pain. , I understand, they will not let us go!"

She took Xuanci's hand and said with difficulty: "We can't survive, but our child is still alive. He is so young and doesn't know martial arts. If someone finds him, what will he do? Now, as long as I die , The worse the death, the better, the worse the death, the less resentment they will have, and the safer my child will be."

"If he can be happy and live in peace, I won't think about anything."

Xuanci said in pain: "All of this is because of me, Erniang, why did you suffer such pain?" He looked up to the sky and screamed, his voice full of desolation and helplessness.

"My pain, how can it be compared to those parents who lost their children, even in case, this is the retribution I deserve! I was wrong, I was really wrong, people's hearts are flesh and blood For a long time, I only hope that they will let go of this hatred for the sake of my dead body, this is my only wish." Ye Erniang laughed.

Xuanci raised his right palm, and the Great Vajra palm slashed on his left hand without reservation. In an instant, his muscles and bones were shattered, and he laughed loudly, "Second Mother, I will accompany you!"

"Chen Benefactor, can you recite a copy of "The Sutra of Rebirth" for those children?" Ye Erniang begged.

Chen Ang nodded silently, sat cross-legged, and the clear Sanskrit sound echoed in the sky.

"Namo Amitabha Night

Dotakata night

Duo De Ye Ta

Amritsu Povi..."

On that day, it rained blood all night, and thunder continued. A young monk looked at the sky curiously. Did he know that someone had redeemed him for a sin that could not be washed away.

The souls of the two sinners, however, will accompany each other, entangled on the Santu River, day and night, forever falling into Abi.

All love is evil!

When Chen Ang left, Shaolin lost a Buddhist scripture pavilion and gained an unnamed solitary grave. An ugly little monk, entrusted by him, would often go to look after him.