The Monk

Chapter 320 Nerve

There is also an incense burner in front of the tomb, with some incense and dust remaining inside, but the surface has been blown away by the wind.

Zhang Wen knelt on the words "Hong Wu". It was the handwriting of Master Zhenru. The Master was telling him that this is the tomb of your parents.

The tomb was built far north of Tianlei Mountain, in a clearing in the jungle. Zhang Fei flew back to Tianlei Mountain and searched the forest inch by inch, but he was finally found. It can be seen that the maintenance is pretty good, and it should be exactly what the master did.

There is an isolated tomb ten miles west of this tomb with a tombstone, Yuying's tomb. The state of maintenance is similar to that of his parents' cemetery. Buried inside is the woman who fought a life-and-death battle with the leader. Now that both of them have gone to another world, they don't know if they will fight together again if they meet again.

The leader felt guilty, but Zhang was afraid but forgot. He felt more and more that he was a bastard. Are there any unfilial bastards like him in the world? Kneeling in front of the tomb blankly, his mind was in a mess.

The little pig and kitten noticed that he was in a bad mood, and lay obediently on his left and right sides, staring sadly at Zhang Weifang.

This kneeling lasted seven days and seven nights, and the little pig and kitten managed to stay out of character and stay with her for seven days and seven nights.

On the eighth day, I got up to tidy up the solitary grave, removed the grass buds that had grown up, and condensed a piece of water mist to clean it. Fly to the town and buy back a lot of incense, candles, paper money, and serve melons, fruits, pears, peaches, chicken, duck, and fish. After so many years in this world, Zhang Ping met his parents for the first time.

The offering was the spirit fruit, spirit, flesh, and spirit wine from the Five Spirits Blessed Land. In order to prevent the spiritual energy from leaking out and causing trouble, some formation flags were scattered around the tomb and a simple protective array was set up to isolate the spiritual energy.

He wanted to give the best thing to his unimpressed parents.

I sat there for another seven days, drinking in front of the grave every day. I was drunk and woke up, not knowing what I wanted to do. The pigs and kittens are easy to deal with. Throw in a few herbs and they will be content to keep their filial piety.

At the same time, he tidied up Yuying's grave, which was even stranger, and put some ordinary fruits on it. Then he returned to his parents' grave and continued to get drunk. Parents are buried together, so they have a companion.

These days, Zhang Zhen has never stopped thinking about why he came to this world, why he cultivated, and what can he do if he cultivates?

Cultivation has a process, starting with Qi refining is considered an introduction. To put it simply, this Qi refining is to make people forget their emotions and to break away from the worldly thoughts. If you want to achieve great success in cultivation, you have to become a selfish, cold-blooded animal.

In the past, Zhang Wen had no objection to this. He became an orphan not long after he was born. This was what his master taught him and what he saw. He thought it was normal. However, a brief dream in the pool woke him up. I have parents, why do I have to cut off family ties in order to practice? What is the use of such practice? What's the use of living alone for thousands of years like a tortoise?

He was not a person who was very dedicated to cultivation in the first place, but now his mind was disturbed and he actually felt fearful about his future. Fighting, killing, robbing, and finding a cave to meditate every day like others? It's better to be a tortoise. At least you can toss around in the rivers and seas at will, and you have no desire to be content with the situation.

The most people in the world are ordinary people. Zhang Ping remembered the old man Zhang's family he met a long time ago. The family lived together and were worried about money. They didn't show much love and sweetness to each other, but the family affection could be real. I really feel that maybe that kind of life is real. And what the cultivators are trying their best to pursue is just a vain and beautiful dream?

He couldn't figure it out and decided to go out and find the answer. Kowtow respectfully, bid farewell respectfully, and walk towards an unknown place.

Anyone else would never be like him. Zhang Tianfang is heartless and does not recognize his parents at all. There is nothing in the world that he cares about. Fu Kong is a Buddhist who has cultivated to the point of forgetting all emotions and love. Out of his persistence in Buddhist thoughts, he cares for everyone in the world without distinction. His love is boundless. Fang gradually became smarter and knew exactly what he was pursuing. His heart was as solid as a rock and he would never waver. Only Zhang is afraid of a master who has grown up inexplicably. He was originally timid and afraid of being alone. Because he is afraid of being alone, he meets many people by chance. He is a little kind-hearted. His ideas are always simple and he has no pursuits. Everyone is happy together. The heart is alive.

But such a person kills endlessly and has blood on his hands. He is not afraid of killing, thinking that it is the right thing to do. What he is afraid of is facing the fact that he kills people in cold blood. He has killed many people in the past and will kill more people in the future. He pitied the people he killed, and even more pitied himself for killing someone.

My mind was so confused that I changed out of the God-Fu robe, put on a pair of coarse shorts, and walked along the road with a piglet and kitten in my arms. He didn't know where he was going or what he was looking for, he just wanted to leave.

There was a group of children in a certain town, seven or eight and a half years old, dressed in rags, who usually did some sneaky things to support themselves. That day I met Zhang Ai, who was walking stupidly, holding a cute pink piggy in his arms. In their eyes, it is a delicious and fragrant roast suckling pig. Kittens are not to be eaten and are ignored.

A group of children were working separately. The two of them were fighting and bumping into Zhang Awei, but Zhang Awei easily dodged it. Two more children ran up behind them, grabbing a lot of stones and throwing them at them, but Zhang Zhi dodged them again. A flatbed truck suddenly appeared on the side of the road and hit it quickly. Zhang was afraid of avoiding it again. Seeing how dexterous he was, a group of children looked at each other, gave up using tactics, and started grabbing directly. A group of half-grown children rushed towards Zhang Ai, but he easily dodged them.

Zhang Awei looked at the children expressionlessly and asked: "What do you want to do?"

The leading child said unreasonably and forcefully: "If you hurt my brother, I'll pay you money. No, I'll pay you the pig."

Zhang Aifeng said calmly: "You can't afford to raise it."

The leading child sneered: "Who said we should raise it?"

Zhang Ai suddenly understood that ordinary people also like to kill. He asked the child: "If you don't raise it, what are you going to do?"

"Kill and eat meat." A child said quickly.

Zhang Awei looked at these children carefully and realized the truest and simplest truth in the world: if the weak eat the strong, your life will trample on the lives of others. Throwing ingots of gold to them: "Take them to eat meat. Stop bullying others, you will be caught."

"It's nothing to be caught. After all, we have food and drink, which is better than fighting with wild dogs all day long." Most of the children had injuries on their bodies, and it was obvious that they were often beaten and caught.

"What if you offend someone you shouldn't offend and get beaten to death?" Zhang Ain asked curiously.

"What's the big deal if you die? Haven't you heard the master talk about reincarnation? You will be a beggar in this life and an emperor in the next life; haha." A group of children looked away.

"So what if I'm an emperor?" Zhang Ping thought of Song Yunyi's father, Song Quan, the former emperor of the Song Dynasty. He lived a miserable life with constant internal and external troubles, wars between the two clans, and monsters and monsters. He was just unlucky. housekeeper.

His casual remark was laughed at by the half-grown child: "I don't understand what I'm telling you. Let's go and eat some meat. Hey, will you eat?" This child was a little kind-hearted.