The First Cause of All Realms

Three rivers run through, nourishing thousands of hectares of fertile fields, and rolling hills, among which are more beautiful.

This should be a good place for people to gather.

In fact, it was the same in the beginning. There are nine prosperous towns, and millions of people make a living there.

pity……

The morning sun is only just rising, but there is already dry heat between heaven and earth.

Well, it's already late autumn.

"Shut up!"

Yang Yu stopped his horse and looked out from the bare hills.

The yellow sand filled the sky without the slightest greenness. The river that used to flow endlessly has only deep ravines. There may be some puddles in some areas, but most of them are already cracked.

The rolling hills farther away are not even half as beautiful as the green hills, and the dark ones make people feel pressured.

This book is nothing, so this is the case in most places in Deyang Mansion at this time.

But in Yang Yu's eyes, this is not the case.

When he saw Yuanming Valley in the distance, Yang Yu suddenly had an impulse in his heart, urging Tongyou, instead of watching people, he looked at the stretch of mountains.

There are levels of supernatural powers, and the ability to penetrate the secluded is not limited to seeing people, but his level is too low, and it only stays at the superficial level of seeing sentient beings.

However, this does not mean that he can only watch people, and he can see more things under the urging, without hesitating the load of the soul.

Just as at this moment, under the gaze of his extreme eyes, faintly, he saw the inexplicable aura that he had glimpsed when he entered the soul.

These breaths come from the sky, from the earth, from the mountains, from the plains, from the soil and sand, from the dead wood mosquitoes...

Threads and strands of convergence, filling the entire world as far as the eye can see.

This scene was spectacular, with immeasurable breaths intertwined vertically and horizontally, Yang Yu watched intently, he guessed that these breaths must contain something, but he had no way of figuring it out.

Fortunately, his mind was not here, and while he was thinking, he looked in the direction of Yuanminggu.

Boom~

In an instant, the thunder dragon seemed to roll away, and the rumbling sound could not stop resounding.

Yang Yu resisted the drowsiness that came from his soul, and waited and watched again, only to see a blue and black area in the distance, and the black air collapsed like the night sky, rolling over and over.

It was more like being touched, spreading in all directions, and covering himself with an extremely fierce attitude.

An indescribable depression surged and rolled in his heart.

"Dark clouds weigh the top, a ominous omen!"

Suddenly exiting the secluded state, Yang Yu was shocked to realize that his back was wet, and the biting chill came from nowhere, but it didn't go away.

It made his heart throb.

Danger!

Extremely dangerous!

The billowing black evil covering the top of his head means self-evident. In an instant, Yang Prison knew that he had come to the right place.

That Yuanming Valley is not a mystery, but there is really a ghost...

"The source of the catastrophe is really in Yuanming Valley..."

Yang Prison let out a long sigh and looked solemn:

"It seems that it is really going to be born."

Deyang suffered a severe drought, and the news was artificially blocked for two years, which all shows that the people behind it are powerful and thoughtful.

Therefore, when he discovered the news of Saru Minggu in the six-door dossier, he did not believe it. He only thought that someone was raising suspicions, but now he found that he did not.

The problem got worse.

The reason why the person behind released the news of Saru Minggu is because the corpse among them is about to be born...

"Um?"

Suddenly, Yang Yu turned his horse's head, and saw a small shadow swaying in the distance. He looked closely, but it was a skinny, skinny monk with a pale face.

"This monk..."

Yang Yu's eyes were strange, and he urged his horse to come down the mountain. The dragon and horse were vigorous and sturdy.

"Yang, benefactor Yang!"

The monk stopped a long time ago, and when he saw someone riding a horse, there was joy on his face, and when he saw his face, his body suddenly froze, his tattered sleeve robe covered his face, and he turned his head.

"Little monk, what are you doing?"

Yang Yu got off his horse and hurriedly approached, this monk with a dish on his face, but isn't he rebooting?

After leaving Qingzhou Mansion, the monk said that he was coming to Deyang Mansion for disaster relief. When Yang Prison arrived at the mansion, he even inquired about the monk's whereabouts, but he didn't find it.

"Master Yang..."

Rebooting put his hands together, his face a little ashamed.

He was really embarrassed at this time, and in front of his old friend who was riding a dragon horse and wearing a brocade, it was a little embarrassing to be him.

"You are this?"

Yang Yu looked strange, and before he could ask, he heard the monk's stomach rattle, smiled dumbly, and handed over some dry food and water.

"Little monk..."

Without refusing, the monk was obviously very hungry, and he swept away the dry food and water after three times, five times, and two. After eating, he breathed a sigh of relief.

There is color on the face.

"It's rare to see disaster relief like yours."

Yang Yu shook his head, but he also guessed something.

This monk's martial arts are not bad, and he is also a member of Sanguan. He is also considered solid in Buddhist martial arts. It is obvious that he has no secrets to be reduced to such a level.

"Ugh……"

Hearing this, the monk sighed, it was not easy to connect, and his face was miserable.

He became a monk at a young age and practiced in temples until the age of 20. Even though he spent half a year providing relief in Qingzhou Mansion, when he arrived at Deyang Mansion, he was still shocked.

I almost thought I was in the legendary hell.

"It's miserable, it's miserable..."

As he rebooted, the circles around his eyes were a little red, and his mood fluctuated greatly.

It seems that he hadn't seen anyone for several days, and his words gradually increased, talking about what he had seen and heard in the past six months, and his expression was bleak.

"Natural and man-made disasters are the most cruel."

Hearing him say that, Yang Yu's mood was also a little depressed. Fortunately, he has seen a lot these days, and his endurance has improved a lot. He asked him why he had fallen to this point.

"The little monk made his way to Mulin Mansion, bought a boatload of food, and brought enough clean water, but after walking for more than ten days, he didn't see a few living people..."

Rebooting and sighing, talking about what happened to him.

Later, he met a group of disaster victims in a river ditch. He donated food and water, and also told them the scriptures and meanings, and spread the Dharma along the way.

"In the beginning, it was fine, until the dry food gradually ran out..."

Rebooting said here, some can't go on, and his eyes are getting more and more bleak:

"Actually, when I first saw them, the poor monk knew that they murdered and cannibalized people, but after thinking about what he saw all the way, he knew that they also wanted to upgrade.

They originally thought that they would be able to resolve their sins with the Dharma, but who knew that they would ask poor monks to give their bodies..."

This experience obviously had a great impact on rebooting.

He also participated in the relief work in Qingzhou City, and once achieved success, but the starving people in Deyang Prefecture were completely different from those outside Qingzhou City.

One is seeing hope, the other is precarious.

"Buddhism is difficult to pass through an empty stomach. You want to teach them, how is it possible?"

Yang Yu shook his head in his heart, and was a little curious:

"Next, how did you do it?"

"so……"

Rebooting with a long sigh:

"If they can't be taught, the poor monks have to save them..."

Rebooting but not killing.

This monk is not a stupid monk who has lost his mind. Yang Yu expressed his sympathy, but also sighed a little.

Yang Yu, who has experienced extreme hunger, deeply understands this truth. At that point, no matter what kind of benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, faith, Buddhism, and morality are far less valuable than a piece of grass.

"Can Buddhism really save all sentient beings?"

Looking at Yang Yu, rebooting was a little confused.

In the past half a year, he has accomplished almost nothing, not saved a single person, killed more than a hundred hungry people, and then nearly died of starvation in the wilderness.

The physical fatigue is far less painful than the confusion in his heart.

He clearly tried his best to help them, why...

"Does not."

Yang Yu answered very neatly.

"Amitabha……"

The face of rebooting became more and more miserable:

"What's the point of the poor monk's practice all these years?"

He became a monk at a young age and recited the Dharma for twenty years. He questioned himself and devoted himself to the Buddha, but within two years of going down the mountain, he had doubts about the Dharma.

His heart was shaken.

"You are only a mortal body, how can you liberate sentient beings from the hardships?"

Seeing that the little monk's breath was low, Yang Yu could only comfort him:

"But in my opinion, saving all beings is more like a big wish! It's similar to Confucianism's principle of helping the world, but Confucianism also has the saying that 'the poor can be alone'.

You are just a Buddhist student, and you are not a legendary Buddha. What do you think about purifying all sentient beings now? If you can't save all beings, save one first, won't it work? "

For the three schools of Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism, Yang Prison has no bias or obvious likes and dislikes. The classics of these three schools are after all to persuade people to be kind.

"Save a..."

Chewing Yang Yu's words in his mouth, the face of rebooting looked better and his breath improved.

"Many thanks to the benefactor Yang for clarifying the confusion, it's the little monk's demon barrier..."

Rebooting put his hands together and bowed deeply to thank him, but Yang Yu looked at another part of the wasteland instead.

Looking at it, the rebooting heartbeat just jumped.

The person who came here was dressed in black, thin, lame, with no beard on his face and no hair on his head, so he was also a monk?

"Another monk?"

Yang Yu squinted his eyes, but his heart was turbulent.

Through the formation of the mind and eyes, the six senses are born, the soul is penetrated, and the profound stone is smelted, his perception is gradually enhanced, and the sound of insects can be heard within a radius of several dozen feet.

But the monk had walked into his line of sight, and he couldn't hear the person's heartbeat, breathing, or footsteps.

Even, if he hadn't taken the initiative to show up, he would even be able to approach him within ten feet.

For a martial artist like him, the distance of ten feet can be reached in the blink of an eye, and it is no different from face veneer.

This monk is very dangerous.

"Amitabha."

More than twenty feet away, the black-clothed monk stopped. He recited the Buddha's voice and raised his head, only to see that he was actually a blind man with no eyeballs in his dark eye sockets.

"Monk in black without eyes?"

Yang Yu raised his eyebrows and recognized the person.

This monk's reputation is not small, of course, not a good reputation.

"Master Yang recognizes him?"

"Naturally I recognize that the notorious blind monk is also famous on the Six Gates Hunting List."

Yang Prison replied:

"It is said that this monk was also a good monk several decades ago. He observed all martial law, chanted sutras and chanted Buddha every day, accompanied by green lights, until one day, he came down the mountain.

Then, drink. "

"Drinking and relapse, but it doesn't seem to be notorious for this..."

Rebooting startled.

Of course, monks must abide by the precepts, just like officials must obey the law, but the laws of different countries are different, and the precepts that monks of different temples and sects must hold are also very different.

Just like when he Fulong Temple, he had to keep the precepts when he entered the temple, but apart from the fundamental precepts, the rest of the precepts did not completely restrict death.

Otherwise, he would not be able to 'transcend' the group of refugees before.

If he is notorious for drinking~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Then he is not forgiven...

"If you just drink, you can change it later, you might not be a good monk, but unfortunately, this monk's drinking is too bad..."

Yang Yu sneered:

"This monk, sleeping with a family in the rough, got drunk for some reason. After drinking, he actually killed the neighbor's chicken to eat. The neighbor's hostess came to ask.

In this way, this monk broke the precepts of eating and drinking, killing, lying, and sexual immorality in one day. "

"This……"

Rebooting frantically, I was speechless for a while.

"And then……"

"And then, the poor monk joined the reminder building, and whenever he couldn't restrain himself from breaking the precepts, he would kill one person."

The monk in black folded his hands and looked at Yang Prison with his dark eyes:

"Also ask the donor to complete it."