Han Yu pointed at the two men and said: "These two men are full of evil, and their hands are stained with innocent blood. I have chased them from the desert to this place. Is it possible that with just one sentence of yours and you becoming a Buddha, their sins can be wiped out?"
The great monk said: "Almsgiver Han, when is the time for retribution? They will spend the rest of their lives atone for their sins."
Han Yu was so angry that he sneered and said, "What about the women who were harmed by them?"
The great monk said: "They will repent in my Jinguang Temple and pray for those girls."
Han Yu said angrily: "They have no repentance while they are alive! People like them deserve to go to hell."
I feel the same way.
As soon as Han Yu finished speaking, he held out the sword in his hand again.
But just as he took action, the monk raised his eyebrows, and a tiger appeared behind him. He rushed to the two of them, opened and closed his hands, and pulled out a golden light to block Han Yu's sword.
With two bald heads, his strength is far superior to that of Korean.
Being struck by the Buddha's light, Han Yu staggered back two steps.
The great monk said: "Donor Han, they have converted to Buddhism and are members of my Jinguang Temple. Are you doing this to become an enemy of my Jinguang Temple?"
I originally wanted to avoid these two bald heads, but when I heard this, I couldn't help but raise my head and ask: "According to the two masters, killing is the fastest way to become a Buddha? As long as you kill enough, put down the butcher knife, you can do it right away." Become a Buddha?"
Only then did the great monk notice me, with joy on his face, "Amitabha, Donor Li, I didn't expect to meet you here. It's such a fate."
I said: "I have no fate with you. The road is upturned, you can walk, and so can I. But could you please, master, answer the question I just asked?"
The great monk said: "Evil comes from the heart, and Buddha comes from the heart. Evil in a moment does not mean evil in a lifetime. People who live in repentance will suffer more than death."
I said: "I can understand what Master said, but do you think these two people in front of you want to repent?"
Buddhism and Taoism are inherently different.
As a popular saying goes, follow the Tao in troubled times and worship Buddha in prosperous times.
Two words, harmony.
It's just that this kind of harmony is a little too much.
"Master!" When the two men saw that I was pointing the finger at them, they immediately bowed to the bald head and hugged their thighs tightly.
One of them looked at me and pretended to be calm: "Donor Li, we have no enmity with you, so why bother adding insult to injury?"
I had already stood up, and I didn't want to sit back, so I snorted coldly: "I'm just a passerby. The road is just paved."
The bald man frowned slightly and took out a razor. When the two men saw each other, they immediately knelt on the ground and crawled forward, sincerely preparing to be tonsured.
As long as there is a gradient, those two people are considered disciples of Jinguang Temple, and it will be even harder to punish them.
Seeing this, Han Yu's expression changed and he said: "Little brother, do me a favor." He didn't have any more words, he shook the long sword in his hand and attacked.
The monk shouted angrily, and a big roc spread its wings, stopped in front of the two of them, and fought with Han Yu.
The sword rises and rains of blood fall, and the Buddha illuminates the suffering of the world.
But at this moment, it seems to be the other way around.
I was also troubled in my heart, because this move would be tantamount to enmity with Jinguang Temple.
But if he doesn't take action, Han Yu alone can't fight two bald heads.
Of course, what I struggle with is not purely good and evil, but weighing the pros and cons of the two forces.
After all, even if I help Hanyu today, Shushan will not offend Jinguang Temple because of my friendship with him. That would be a real offence.
I hesitated, seeing that the bald head's razor was about to fall on their heads, I shouted: "Wait a minute!"
Then he pinched the word "Lin" in his hand and was in front of the big bald head in an instant.
It is not my purpose to stop him. My purpose is very simple. Good deeds will be rewarded with good deeds, and evil deeds will be rewarded with evil deeds.
If one can become a Buddha immediately and avoid evil, that would be the greatest injustice to the suffering people.
So after I passed by, I flipped my wrist, and the bloody thorns pierced the two men.
The great monk looked horrified and made a seal in his hand, and a powerful force suddenly pressed on me.
But at this moment, the trumpet sound came from the Blood Thorn again.
This is an indomitable voice, without the mystery of Taoist magic, and without the generosity and hypocrisy of Buddhism to save all sentient beings.
But it touches the soul directly, and is a force that is fearless and indomitable.
The bloody light bloomed on my body, which was different from any other vision. What emerged was the flames of war and gunpowder smoke.
However, what seemed like an ordinary scene in the eyes of people in the mysterious world had unparalleled power. The Buddha's light that fell on me exploded, and the great monk groaned and took a step back.
The next second, before the two men kneeling on the ground came to their senses, I saw a bloody thorn in my hand. The two men's eyes suddenly bulged and they looked at me in disbelief.
There was no splash of blood, because their souls and blood were absorbed by the blood thorn in my hand.
When Han Yu saw that I had succeeded and the goal had been achieved, he immediately sheathed his sword and backed away.
The monk turned around and saw that I had killed two people, with anger on his face, but at this time Huang Jiu also came to my side.
"Amitabha!" The great monk sighed softly and put away the razor in his hand.
Seeing this, the monk also stopped his posture and walked to the great monk's side.
The great monk looked at me and said, "Donor Li has the aura of my Buddhist family, and he follows my Buddhist family..."
I interrupted: "Master, I said before, our ways are different."
The person is dead and the cause and effect has been severed.
The two bald heads didn't seem to mean to make things difficult for me.
But just when I was about to go back, the great monk stumbled in front of me and said, "Donor Li..."
I looked cold and said, "I said, Tao is different!"
The bald man said: "I'm not talking about this, but the murderous weapon in your hand. It can swallow blood and soul. It is an evil thing."
I looked at him in disbelief, and then couldn't help laughing.
Asked: "Do good and evil in Buddhism all be judged by your words?"
The great monk had a majestic appearance, clasped his hands and said, "Good is good, evil is evil, and there is no need for judgment from the world."
Huang Jiu finally couldn't bear it any longer. He pointed at the two men who were kneeling on the ground and had expired a long time ago and said, "Baldhead, do you think they are good or evil?"
The great monk said: "When the body dies and the Tao disappears, their good and evil no longer need to be defined."
"Haha!" I laughed angrily. If the two of them had not died, he would have had another story.
Huang Jiu wanted to argue, but I stopped him and said, "You can't convince someone who thinks he's on the moral high ground."
Jin Guang Temple, I am so disappointed.
I looked at the bald head and asked, "As Master sees it, how should I deal with it?"
The great monk said: "You can give me the blood thorn, and I will take it back to Jinguang Temple to worship it and eliminate the evil spirit on it."
Song Laime's technique was not a serious one, I knew it from the beginning. But the one hundred and eight souls in the Blood Thorn are the true national souls.
As a result, when it came into his mouth, it turned into a vicious demon.
Moreover, the scene where the blood thorn appeared just now didn't last long, but he should have seen clearly what it was.
I asked in disbelief: "Are you sure?"
