Plundering the Heavens

"Don't you say compassion?"

Above the blissful sea, within the peak of the mountain, after the detachment of the fascinating master Mo Chier and the Taixuan Emperor, they walked freely, but somehow, it was not in this direction. But when I wandered around, I finally found myself before I came to the black mountain on the sea, or before she was blissful, and then she stood in front of the peak for a long time, and finally she gnawed her teeth. Stepping into the mountain, standing on the black stone platform, gently looking up, his eyes fell on the opposite side of the stone platform, the thorns pierced by countless thorns, bloody, but calmly chanting the white man.

She looked at the white man, and her eyes seemed to have a wave of emotions. She couldn’t bear it, hated, pity, and disgust. She also had a sense of fear that was unclear, but her mood changed for a long time. Still cold!

From her mouth, if she said it, she would inexplicably carry the sarcasm: "Don't be a fool, do you think you don't understand the magical power? Just the big prisoner's white corpse fled to this sea, the big red emperor Tightly, I and the elders of Tai Xuantian can't save him, but with your cultivation, if you want to protect his soul, why is it difficult? But why are you just swearing a scripture? And then did nothing? The monk, your compassion is your heart? Your Purdue is alive? Just mouth can't say?"

"I will not save the prisoner..."

The young monk gently opened his eyes, his eyes were still soft, and his voice was mild and gentle: "He cultivated the road, killing the road. The so-called practice is to kill the creatures. Every day, he will have a prison day. Countless creatures are mourning under his butcher's knife. If I save him, then he will kill more creatures for the sake of spiritual practice. If you say that Buddhism is alive, then you must treat your peers equally. If you say compassion, then you will be compassionate. In the world, how can I be a white corpse, and then kill the thousands of souls?"

"Oh, who makes us the devil?"

The fascinating Mo Mo singer sneered, his eyes were like a knife, and he was poked on the face of a young monk. His eyes were full of sarcasm: "Our devil is like this. The white corpse likes to kill, I like to sleep." You see, but what is your eye? Then what do you say about crossing, why not just like the Taoist mouth, directly demonizing the demon? Why bother to die here, what verses are given to me every day, What Buddhism? Even if you think we are damn, then look at our six devils together to die?"

"Barren is also in the demon slayer!"

The young monk looked directly at the bliss Lord, and gently said: "But the infertility is not the flesh, just to lick your heart!"

"What is the magic? Joke!"

Mo is not afraid to drink: "White tiger is good at killing, it is nature. I love to sleep with a man. It is nature. You are a unique monk. The fireworks have not tasted a few points. They are born to annihilate five knowledge and six, and the wood is generally People, where do you know what is a demon? I will tell you that human nature is a demon, the avenue is the devil, you have to go to me and wait for the magic, not to turn us into a stone!"

"It’s the right thing to do, and it’s a devil!"

The young monk calmly replied: "The Buddha is a demon, not a heart!"

Mo Chier was even more angry and shouted: "I am waiting for the magic gate of the heavens. It is a six-magic root. This magic root is the foundation of me. If you are demonized by magic, then you have no self-protection. Monk, you are not overtaking, you are killing..."

"Continuing to let you practice is a dead end, and you can only have a chance when you convert to the Buddha!"

The young monk looked at the eyes of Mo Chier: "I am not killing, I am saving people!"

"Ha ha ha ha..."

Mo Chier laughed loudly and glamorously on the face, but there was a fascinating ugly state: "You want to say that we are guarding the big six magic days. It is a dead end, throwing away the net worth, and even throwing away the Taoist base. Followed by you, this stupid monk has a chance to eat the Buddha. Haha, monk, you are crazy, the knife in your mouth is our life-saving knife, you let us put down the butcher knife, then let us kill someone when we come to kill us. What do you want to fight? Take your neck to harden someone else's blade?"

"Bud is not as weak as you think. The Buddha is a common life, and he is also a being. How can he let the wicked kill?"

The voice of the young monks gradually eased: "After all, poverty is to practice your practice, not to force you to die..."

"If you say this, then you can't help but kill you?"

The bliss magic master Mo Chier sneered and his eyes were shining.

"The heavens are ruthless, killing is also part of it, and my Buddha does not intend to stop the heavens from working!"

The young monks replied very simply, but they provoked even more sarcasm: "If your Buddha's door can't help but kill, then what kind of compassion is there, what is the universality of the life, what is the significance of the existence of Buddhism? ?"

"Buddha can't help but kill, you can't help killing!"

The young monk sighed softly and said: "I drink a scoop of water. There are 30 million creatures in the water. I eat a bite of food and hurt a life. I don't teach wolves to eat sheep. The wolf will starve to death. I don't teach the eagle to eat rabbits, the eagle will starve to death. If I serve the wolf with blood and worship the eagle with meat, then I will die again. The world will cycle, and life will continue. Killing this is part of it. How can it be true? Can't live? If it is necessary to ban, it may have prevented the world from working. The big robbery is not far away, and all the disasters will come..."

"If this is the case, then is it not all beings?"

The voice of Mo Chier’s voice is a bit sharp: “What kind of butcher knife do you still let me put?”

"Everything is only four words in the right place..."

The answer of the young monk seems to never need to think about it. He said it directly: "The ultimate Buddhist philosophy is to cultivate itself or to cultivate itself. It is a Zen heart. If people follow the nature, they will not break the ring. I have a brother often said. It’s the truth that the wine is worn in the intestines and left in the heart of the Buddha. But if it is indulgent, it will enter the devil. And the devil, but not for all beings, will eventually fall on his own body, the so-called Buddha, the so-called devil, It is just a thought of the heart. If a person has a Buddha's heart, then the heart is quiet, or there is a death or death. It is calm and relative. If a person has a demon, it will be violent and difficult, and sometimes it will be difficult to live. The ultimate victim is the soul, and the destruction is itself... ..."

"you……"

Speaking of this, the bliss and madness seems to be a bit ridiculous, sneer: "Do you think I am restless?"

Young and humane: "If you are quiet inside, why come to me?"

Mo Chier was furious, and he raised his palm. He seemed to want to slap a slap in the face of this young man, but after all, his mind turned a few turns, but suddenly his face showed a haze, and his smile on his face changed. I got charming, biting my lip, eating and laughing, but gently walked toward the young monk, the thorn that entangled the young man, when she was close, there was life that was generally retracted into his body. This feeling only makes the young monks more painful, their faces have become pale, and their expressions are still calm.

"I am coming, just because I miss you..."

Mo Chier ignores the cold sweat of the young man's face because of the infinite pain. The delicate palm gently touches the face of the young monk, and smiles with a smile, and the eyes seem to reveal a color of obsessiveness: "I It’s been a long time, I have never seen anyone who is as handsome as you are... Do you know what I am thinking? I just wonder, hey, how come there are so many troublesome things, otherwise, I am early Just broke you into the palace, and lingering every night..."

The young monk does not move, the expression is calm, and within the quiet stone room, only her squeaky, charming and charming.

"You haven't moved your heart, why bother to force yourself to be emotional?"

It took a long time for the young monk to suddenly bow her head and look into her eyes.

"What are you talking about? When I look at it, you like it. If a heart has already jumped, how can it be tempted?"

Mo Chier, the whole person has been softly wrapped around the young monks, whispered.

"Then why do I feel that your heart is gray and lifeless?"

The voice of the young monks is not loud, but calmly recounts a fact.

But Momo’s babies seem to have jumped up like a cat that has been stepped on the tail. The eyes are killing the camera: “What are you talking about?”

The young monk calmly said: "The **** is invisible, filling the void in your heart!"

"you……"

Mo Chier’s face changed dramatically, and he raised his hand so hard that he wanted to take a picture. But when he fell, he changed his mind. He just pointed his fingers, and the thorns on the young monks immediately became more lush. The growth of silkworms and the growth of each thorn thorn have brought great pain to the young monks. She looked at this scene with a cold and sullen smile on her face, deliberately eating and laughing: "I don't know if there is any empty hole in my heart, but it is a bit more thorn in your heart, and it will be tormented!"

But this endless thorn grows, but still does not make this young man's face change half a minute. He is still sitting quietly on his knees. It seems that he is not suffering from him. His eyes are calm and he has looked over to Mo Chier: "Focus Can teach you peace of mind!"

"Shut up!"

Mo Chier looked at the young monks and seemed to want to see the painful color on his face, but after all, he shook his head in disappointment. Once again, he took back his fingers and took back the magical power. His face also seemed to show boundless exhaustion. Color, sighed softly, only gently said: "Where is a monk, where do you know what is the avenue, what is the heavenly way, but the word of forbearance..."

Said, she has turned and turned, seems to want to leave.

Young people can already open behind her: "Heaven is a law, and the road is a human heart. Therefore, the heavens are full and the hearts of the people are lacking. When you truly admit the heavens and understand the road, you will not continue to suffer, repair, and Going further..."

"The heavens are perfect, and the hearts of the people are lacking?"

Mo Chier stunned and repeated the eight words. After all, he still did not look back and continued to move forward.

The young monks also sighed softly, bowed their heads and said nothing.

After a long time, he lifted his head and looked at the empty space in the hole.

"Brother, do you understand?"