I Will Never Die, You Can Do Whatever You Want!

Suquan Mountain, Arhat Temple.

At daybreak, a lay man came down the mountain, saying that he wanted to become a monk and practice Buddhism.

"I'm here to practice Buddhism."

The words are so simple that there is not even a reason.

The man said so.

The abbot of the monastery is an old monk.

With a rosary in his hand, he wore a dark red Kasaya that was washed and faded.

The old monk was ringing the bell, he raised his eyes when he heard this,

It was found that beside the man was a demented teenager.

"Benefactor, have you really thought about it?"

The old monk smiled, as if he had seen through everything: "My Buddha is all about a Buddha's fate. If you enter this door, it means that the mortal world is empty."

"Have you let it go completely?"

Hearing this, the man seemed a little disdainful.

Hmph, it's this kind of terminology again, and it's such bluffing words again.

He didn't know how many times he heard such words.

Is it true that all monks are like this?

I thought that after a few years of studying Buddhist scriptures and eating incense for a few years, I could go around and persuade people to let go.

Are you really letting go?

But in order to enter the Buddha, he still nodded and said: "Yes Abbot, I have made up my mind."

"Okay, from now on, you are my Buddhist practitioner. I think you are the forty-sixth one in the monastery, so let's call you Siliu."

The old monk was also very straightforward, and continued to ring the bell after speaking.

It seems that it doesn't matter if this kind of thing is careless.

Nothing could disturb his bell-ringing work.

This time, the man became anxious: "Hey, abbot, I actually have a name, if you really can't think of it..."

"No need, common names won't work here."

The old monk giggled, and at the same time put his hands together: "In our place, all the goals of monks are to become Buddhas!"

With a bang, the temple bell rang.

The bell echoed, crisp and continuous.

The man looked at the old monk's dazed look and let out a long sigh.

In this way, the man joined Luohan Temple as a four-six.

But in his heart, it is not for becoming a Buddha.

Buddha is just a code name.

I can't protect anyone, and I can't ask for real peace of mind.

The man shaved his head and left no spot scars.

The whole day's work is to clean the ground under the feet of the temple.

And the dementia boy who came with him was arranged in the health preservation ancestral hall of the temple.

As family members of the monastery, nuns take care of them in daily life.

This man is Li Yongjin who went up the mountain after making up his mind.

At this time, he was depressedly picking up the broom and cleaning the fallen leaves in front of the door.

Unfortunately, no matter how he sweeps, the fallen leaves keep falling.

And it seems that the more you sweep, the more it falls.

He was so angry that he almost used his own skills.

But when he thought of Nian Jin's advice, he still decided to endure it.

I am here to practice.

Not to enjoy themselves.

In order to complete the own world, but also to redeem the junior brother.

This sweep is from day to night.

Whenever he finished his work and went back to rest in the meditation room, a middle-aged monk with a blank face would knock on the door and ask him if he had cleaned it.

"I've been sweeping for a whole day and never stop, so it's naturally clean."

"Siliu, are you sure it's clean?"

Seeing the other party's serious expression, Li Yongjin's heart skipped a beat.

"If you don't believe me, I'll take you there."

The two came to the door.

Li Yongjin was lost in thought as he watched the fallen leaves pile up again.

"Hey, bear with it, we all come from this stage."

The middle-aged monk patted him on the shoulder sympathetically: "After this stage, you can go to the back mountain to chop firewood and light a fire."

"So cultivating Buddhism is cultivating labor, right?"

Li Yongjin looked at him resentfully.

For a bad person, this is simply The Underworld-like torture.

Back then when the Master forced him to practice swordsmanship, it didn't seem so painful.

"No, what we cultivate is mind and nature, Buddha mind and Buddha nature!"

The middle-aged monk is also quite foolish.

fuck you.

You are more ruthless than capitalists!

Ninety-six are all blessings, and they shed tears when they saw it.

Even though he felt helpless, Li Yongjin took the broom and started cleaning.

Forget it, the junior brother is still in their hands.

You can't let the temple take care of it for nothing, right?

Just took a few deep breaths.

He worked from night to day.

During this period, the old monk did not visit him once.

Even secretly.

This frustrates Li Yongjin very much.

When the first ray of dawn breaks through the sky.

Li Yongjin leaned against a big tree, looked at the clean temple, and nodded with satisfaction.

Finally, can you rest?

At this moment, two extremely powerful auras appeared around the forest.

There are peerless powerhouses fighting here.

"Hahaha, old devil Ling Tian, ​​today is your death day!"

"Hmph, old dog Zhou Huan, do you think that laying down such restrictions can do nothing for me?"

After the two of them talked to each other, it was time to fight.

In an instant, the flying sand left, making the sky dim and the ground dark.

The billowing wind swept through.

huh huh huh.

The howling mountain wind blows off the leaves hanging above Li Yongjin's head.

The boundless falling trees rustled down, almost drowning him.

"I, daddy just swept the floor!"

This is the first time Li Yongjin relapsed since becoming a monk.

He couldn't take it any longer.

Wielding a broom, one person can knock two invincible superpowers into the air, just like playing golf.

With a sweep, it flew hundreds of thousands of feet away.

After all this is done, the world is much quieter.

When he came back, the old monk was already waiting at the door with a smile on his face.

Beside the old monk is a yard of fallen leaves.

It was as if no one had ever cleaned it before.

Seeing this scene, Li Yongjin's pupils shrank suddenly.

The ending of the story is known without thinking.

The old monk smiled on the inside, and gave Li Yongjin a good talk about what is called Dharma.

Hearing that, Li Yongjin almost killed him.

Fortunately, at the end, the old monk called "Amitābha" to wake him up in time.

Then, it was another half day of cleaning time.

If it weren't for Dharma's last rationality, Li Yongjin was restrained.

He had to hunt down Tianya all the way to Haijiao, and crush those two masters to ashes.

In the days that followed, this torture continued.

Li Yongjin was horrified to find that whenever he worked seriously.

The old monk must not be there.

And whenever he is lazy, or leaves for some reason.

The old monk must be there!

Just like the law of Karma, Li Yongjin was confused.

What the hell are you practicing not Buddha, but navigation?

So accurate, you are legendary...

Tig man?

When the number of times accumulates over and over again, the infinite bad impressions will not stack up any good impressions.

So, I should have a bad impression in the old monk's mind, right?

Li Yongjin thought so, and smiled wryly.

He also felt that it was Heavenly Dao's favor that he hadn't been dissuaded yet.