Weird Resurrection: I can contact the past

"Will Buddha hate you for being lustful?"

"Who told you that?"

"Zuo Yang" raised his eyelids and said frankly: "The abbot!"

"The abbot?"

"That shouldn't be the case... You are so old and have so much experience, how can you say such a thing?"

"The abbot said that monks should have six pure senses!"

"That's bullshit!"

"Let me tell you, have you read [Journey to the West]? The reincarnation of Tang Monk Jin Chanzi was moved when he saw the Queen of the Kingdom of Women. Even a high monk can't have six pure senses. , let alone you are a little kid?"

"But...but the abbot said..."

"Hey~you are fooled, morning erection will be gone after a while. I understand that monks should keep pure, but biological instincts are born. The difference between saints and mortals is that they know they have desires but can stick to their hearts."

"Look at desires correctly, accept them and control them, instead of thinking about eliminating them blindly. After all, no one does not have desires."

"Zuo Yang" said seriously, and the little monk looked at "Zuo Yang" blankly.

"Donor, I didn't expect that you also have Buddha nature!"

"My Buddha nature is shit! Think about it yourself, who is right?"

"Amitabha~"

"I think...you are right. But...if I don't do morning practice, the master will be angry!"

Hurryingly getting up from the bed, the little monk rushed to the [Buddhist Hall].

"Zuo Yang" curled his lips, "Why am I talking so much to a kid?"

"Go get some hot buns!"

Pick up the buns in his backpack, "Zuo Yang" looked for a long time, but didn't see the hot pot, so he simply went to the [Buddhist Hall].

In the [Buddhist Hall], three monks were sitting cross-legged on the cushions.

Among them, the abbot with a scar on his face was looking at the little monk, and the kind-looking monk was chanting scriptures.

"Color is emptiness, emptiness is color, it is the emptiness of all dharmas..."

"It is the emptiness of all dharmas..."

He chanted a sentence, and the little monk followed it.

In the [Buddhist Hall], the incense was faint, and it was rare and quiet.

"Zuo Yang" leaned against the door and looked at it. Perhaps because of the fragrance of the buns in his hand, someone's stomach was "rumbling".

"Rurrup~"

The awkward sound broke the silence.

The abbot looked back at "Zuo Yang" and smiled at him.

Then, after finishing the Heart Sutra, he turned his head and looked at the young monk.

"Jingming, how is your practice recently?"

"Report to the master, I practice and recite the sutras every day, and I dare not neglect it! But..."

"But what?"

The young monk said this, his face was a little hesitant, and the abbot's face darkened: "Speak!"

"Yes!"

"Master... Recently, I always dream of women in my dreams... and... I... I always have a reaction..."

"Hmph!"

"Heart stuff!"

"Pah!!!"

Before the young monk finished speaking, a crisp slap sounded!

The abbot suddenly slapped the young monk's head with a red palm print.

"Yes! Yes! Master, I don't practice enough!"

After being hit, the young monk kept chanting Buddhist mantras and bowed to the Buddha.

Beside him, the kind-looking monk opened his eyes and frowned slightly.

"Jingming, you should know that monks are most afraid of women!"

"You dreamed of women, which means your soul is not pure enough!"

"You are being controlled by desire!"

"But Master... I can't control myself... Can dreams really be controlled?"

"Hehe~"

"Dreams?"

"Don't say it's a dream. Once you reach a certain possibility, controlling others is not a problem!"

"What did you dream about? Tell me!"

The abbot stared at Jingming, and Jingming hesitated, but still said it out.

"Dream... I dreamed of snakes at first..."

"Then... Then there was a woman, she always looked at me and smiled..."

"Snake?"

"Jingxin, you said that dreaming of snakes is for reconciliation?"

Hearing this, the abbot looked at the kind-looking old monk. Jingxin turned the Buddhist beads and murmured: "Amitabha... Snakes in dreams symbolize human lust. The snake's entanglement is like lustful physical intercourse. Dreaming of it is the subconscious lust in the heart."

"Pah~"

After saying this, another slap was slapped on the head of the little monk!

"Jingxin! Recite the [Heart Sutra] ten times every night from now on, otherwise, you are not allowed to sleep!"

"Yes! Yes! Master!"

"......"

Looking at the teachings in the [Buddhist Hall], "Zuoyang" leaned against the door and was speechless.

"Isn't it... can you still teach like this?"

"Are snakes lustful?"

"【Human-headed snake】, 【Snake-headed man】..."

"Could it be..."

WithAt the same time, on the other side of the mobile phone screen, Zuo Yang looked at the scenes in the [Buddhist Hall], and his eyes gradually became clear.

If the snake is lust, the [snake-headed man] must be a monk who has committed lust.

What about the [human-headed snake]?

The flesh committed lust and turned into a snake, but the head is a human. Does it mean that the mind has transcended lust?

Looking at everything on the phone, Zuo Yang's idea became more and more certain.

"Ang Wu~ Ang Wu~"

Ignoring what the people in the [Buddhist Hall] said, "Zuo Yang" ate the buns by himself.

"Ang Wu~ Ang Wu~"

The fragrance filled the [Buddhist Hall], and the scolding gradually disappeared.

The abbot looked at Zuo Yang frequently and touched his stomach.

"I've been here for a long time!"

"Jing Xin Jing Ming, I have something to do in the temple."

The abbot said hello and left the [Buddhist Hall] quickly.

Jingxin nodded, still chanting the sutra.

"Amitabha... Jingming, if you are hungry, go have breakfast first!"

He seemed to love the little monk very much, and smiled lovingly at Jingming.

The little monk shook his head and glanced at the bun in Zuoyang's hand.

"Hey~ You little monk, not only are you lustful, but you also like meat!"

"Zuoyang" shook the bun in his hand jokingly, "Do you want to eat it?"

"Gulp~"

The little monk, who had never eaten meat, immediately swallowed his saliva.

However, he still turned his head stubbornly to look at the Buddha, "I'm not hungry!"

"Hahaha~"

"Donor, don't tease Jingming!"

"He is simple-minded and has never eaten meat buns. If you want to eat, just eat outside!"

"It is disrespectful to the Buddha to eat meat in the temple!"

"Okay, okay!"

Looking at Jingxin's kind face, "Zuoyang" walked outside and ate silently.

Inside the house, the little monk was still swallowing his saliva.

Jingxin came to his side with a smile on his face: "What? Want to eat buns?"

"No!"

The little monk shook his head like a rattle.

"Hahaha~"

"It's normal to want to eat, that's the body's desire for meat. Accept it, restrain it, that's the essence of a monk!"

"Hey? Uncle Jingxin, how come what you said is the same as that donor."

"Haha~ How can a person... not have desires?"

"Well... I wish I was like Buddha!"

"I can be full by eating incense and candles..."

The little monk looked at the shrine in front of him innocently, and Jingxin smiled jokingly.

"Look... Does this incense smell like the smell of steamed buns coming out of the steamer? For the Buddha, is the temple a steamer?"

"Uncle Master, you are tempting me again!"

"Hahaha~ Uncle Master wants to tell you that the Buddha is no different from humans. He also has to accept and restrain his desires!"

"But, he is also a human who became a Buddha. Every time I read the wrong scriptures, Master says that I don't respect the Buddha and wants to beat me?"

"Ah..."

"What a sin..."

Shaking his head, Jingxin stared at the little monk for a while and sighed.

On the other end of the phone, Zuo Yang slowly put down the phone and lowered his eyes.

"Sure enough, it's exactly what I thought!"

"We are all in the little monk's dream!!!"

"How he sees everyone is how he reacts in his dream! Everything here follows his thoughts!"