The state of Wei, a small mountain village that has not been marked on the map of Lingwu world.


    The little monk finally opened the door and went out.


    The young people standing at the door all changed their faces.


    "What are you doing? Go back to me! " One of the big men yelled at the little monk.


    The rest of the young people also pressed towards the little monk at this time. One of them was tall and big. Although the little monk was not particularly short and shrunken, he was a little weak in front of them.


    A white cassock, because it has not been cleaned for a long time, and there is no activity for a long time, it has accumulated a layer of dust.


    "I want to see plum." Said the little monk.


    Those young men, who had shovel and hoe hands, had a sharp fork.


    "Go back, otherwise, don''t blame us for being ruthless." Some of these young people were originally staying in the village, while others were brought back by Suiyang from outside.


    There is a voice, echoing in the little monk''s mind, wantonly laughing.


    "Ha ha, little bald ass, see? This is the person you want to protect. This is the person you took care of before, but what? What did they do to you? "


    The little monk frowned and turned pale.


    He took a step forward, his hands folded, his lips murmuring.


    "Ha ha ha, do you still want to suppress me with the Heart Sutra?" The voice sneered, "if you can really surpass me, why wait until now? How long has it been, don''t I still exist? As a matter of fact, I only survive with the help of your evil thoughts. You know better than I do. In fact, you also want to kill these people, don''t you? "


    The little monk was still speechless, walking forward.


    "Now, if you don''t kill these people, they can kill you, and the light of Buddha will not shine on you. What else can you do?" The voice continued.


    The little monk gave a bitter smile.


    He didn''t feel that the guy in his body had brought him much trouble.


    In fact, it was his own demons that troubled him all the time.


    As long as it''s human, there will be demons.


    Even Xuanyuan jiuzhong, who is already at the top of Lingwu world, has his own demons.


    Those young people have surrounded the little monk.


    "Now go back!"


    The little monk raised his head and looked at the young man standing in front of him, with indifferent eyes and no joy or sorrow.


    "No," he said


    "..." the young men suddenly didn''t know how to go on when they faced the young monk''s straightforward reply.


    The little monk took a few steps forward.


    Finally, there was a fierce light in the eyes of those young people.


    "I don''t believe it. I can''t kill you!"


    The young people rushed to the little monk together.


    As soon as he arrived, the little monk''s body suddenly appeared to meet the golden light. Immediately, a Buddha light suspended from his head, and all the young people who came towards the little monk flew out.


    "Hum, I don''t know what you think. It''s easy to kill them, but I just don''t want to." The voice was very dissatisfied with the little monk.


    "If I kill them, what''s the difference with you?" Asked the little monk.


    "Ha ha ha, I''m so happy, little bald ass, I ask you, do you think those people are good people? They are originally demons. They are grateful for their kindness. They only make mistakes and do not correct them. What''s the point of living for such people? Shouldn''t you send them to hell? " The voice continued.


    The little monk took a deep breath.


    The next second, he suddenly recovered.


    He was shocked to find that he had just started to think about right and wrong after hearing that.


    "When they die, they may go to hell, but it has nothing to do with me." The little monk said with his hands together.


    "Don''t you want to be a good man? Keep them, maybe they will kill others in the future, how can it have nothing to do with you? "


    "..." the little monk went on.


    Those young people rushed towards the little monk again.


    The little monk threw them out again.


    At this time, in the distance, suddenly came a cry of children.


    It''s getting closer.


    The little monk frowned.


    Huzi ran towards him.


    The little monk suddenly had a bad feeling.


    "Tiger, what are you doing here? Get the hell out of here The young man who spoke, also from this village, naturally knew Huzi.


    "Wuwu, little monk, don''t fight with them. Go and save my sister. My sister is dying. Wuwu, she is dying..."


    The little monk''s pupils contracted suddenly.


    "Oh, what''s the surprise? Didn''t you come out and realize that there was something wrong with the girl''s body? " Li Baiqi''s voice echoed in the little monk''s mind.


    At this time, the little monk''s brain is blank.


    The little monk strode toward the tiger.


    "Stop him, I can''t let him go!"


    "Yes, we must not let him leave here alive, otherwise... We will all die!"


    Those people rushed to the little monk again.


    The little monk suddenly turned around, and a black mark lit up between his eyebrows. The shape looked like a wild beast. The black mark flashed a black light. As soon as the young people rushed in front of him, they were all stopped by the black light.


    From their faces can also see the moment produced by the horror expression.


    When the wind blows, those people, all turned into powder.


    Die on the spot.


    "Ah Then, the little monk''s face changed greatly. He squatted down and beat his head with both hands.


    He suddenly raised his head, a pair of pupil has become red, the expression is extremely ferocious.


    "Ha ha ha ha ha!" A string of laughter rang out in his mind.


    "Little bald ass, didn''t you say that you can stick to your heart? And now? "


    "These people, they should die!"


    "What if you kill them?"


    "As long as you are willing to kill, you can kill all the people in the world!"


    The young monk''s eyes are splitting.


    He sat down again and continued to read the obscure Sanskrit.


    The Bodhisattva in his hand is beating fast.


    After waiting for a little, he recovered. His eyes were clear and bright, and his face was full of tears.


    Tiger had been guarding his side, sobbing.


    The little monk raised his head, looked at him, stood up and wiped away the tears on his face.


    "Take me there." Said the little monk.


    "Well!" Hu Zi nodded hard and took the lead in running in the front. In his heart, the little monk has always been omnipotent. As long as the little monk takes the hand, there is nothing in the world that he can''t solve.


    The little monk followed.


    On the way, many villagers were surprised.


    "The little monk has come out!"


    When the villagers saw the little monk, their first reaction was not to rush at him, but to run away one by one.


    As if, now the little monk is a virus.


    The same is true.


    Suiyang said to them that the young monk was infected by evil and could be infected by pestilence.


    The little monk looked at the expressions of disgust and fear on his face, and his heart fell into a struggle again.


    The original Buddhist heart seems to be held tightly by one hand.


    It can be crushed at any time.


    With the tiger, into the house, the little monk saw lying on the bed of plum.


    Before I got close, I smelled a stench, like something rotten.


    "Little monk, please cure my sister quickly!" Huzi was very anxious on the side, sweating and panting.


    The little monk looked at the plum lying on the bed. His face was whiter than snow. Maybe it was because he hadn''t eaten normally for a long time. He was much thinner. His face was tightly attached to his cheekbones, and his eyes were deeply sunken. He was as angry as a gossamer. His eyes were tightly closed. His mouth and nose had begun to rot, his lips were rotten, and his white teeth were exposed outside, and he couldn''t close them.


    The little monk subconsciously stretched out his quilt and saw that Mei Zi''s bare arms had also become rotten pieces of meat, sticking together. He could see the white bones inside. It looked startling. I don''t know how much rotten the place covered by the clothes was.


    His fists were clenched and his eyes turned red again.


    "Little monk, hurry up The tiger rushed over, tugged at his arm and shook it desperately.


    The little monk lowered his head, looked at the tiger and said bitterly, "there''s nothing I can do."


    Now plum, life has been completely lost.


    Even if the hand, but also can only hang her vitality.


    But what''s the point?


    Let her live like this and continue to stink?


    Even Xiao Yao can''t do it!


    Can the gods in the sky?


    Life, old age, illness and death, originally is a samsara, even if it is an immortal, I''m afraid it can''t break the samsara, right?


    Suddenly, lying on the bed, my sister slowly opened her eyes.


    She looked at the little monk, a pair of eyes, still some color, but no aura of the past.


    "Little monk..." she opened her mouth and slowly spat out these three words.


    The little monk came up to her, sat down, looked at her and showed a smile.


    "You want to live..." said Mei Zi.


    The little monk nodded. The smile on his face was still calm. But did not find that he dropped the fists, clenched very tightly. Plum eyes, crystal tears, slide down. Drop by drop, like a crystal pearl. Xiaoheshang stretched out his hand, rough palm, help Meizi wipe away the tears from the corner of his eyes“ You say, if the monk can get married, how nice... "Mei Zi said this and slowly closed her eyes. The last look, full of nostalgia. The last trace of life, finally completely out of the body. Maybe the last time I saw Xiaohe, for Meizi, I was completely satisfied“ Amitabha... "The little monk stood up, put his hands together and closed his eyes. He wanted to spend one more time for Mei Zi, but he couldn''t get rid of the resentment in his heart“ I''m not a Buddha after all... "The little monk opened his eyes. His eyes were full of blood, red and killing Qi. He stepped out of the door“ Know how to wipe away a girl''s tears, then you can be merciful.... (today''s fourth watch, the last sentence, I wanted to write for a long time. Finally, I wrote this sentence very appropriately.)