"Master, please accept me as your disciple."
As he spoke, the sturdy man knelt down in the dust. He looked at the old monk in tattered monk clothes in front of him, with uncontrollable tears in his eyes.
"Amitabha...the donor has thought clearly about joining me as a Samana."
The old monk's wrinkled face was neither happy nor sad. He raised his snow-white brows, and his eyes shone brightly like gems.
"Think clearly! I...I have killed too much in my half life and am burdened with sins. I am willing to worship the ancient Buddha and listen to the master's teachings from now on."
The man was originally a well-known person in the world, but now he is like a child who has lost his home, and his tears are pouring down like a bursting dam.
He put his forehead against the edge of the old monk's cloth monk shoes.
"It's just because the killing karma is too heavy..."
The old monk lowered his eyebrows. His gaze seemed to have passed directly through the man's strong body and saw everything the man had experienced in half his life.
The man did not dare to straighten up. This was the first time he had begged someone to take him in with such a low profile.
He has lost his direction, like a bird that has lost its home, with no place to stay. The appearance of the old monk can be said to be the last bright light after the gloom of his life.
The old monk was not in a hurry to speak, he just waited quietly, waiting for the words that the man was unwilling to say out loud in his heart.
He knew it from the first moment he saw the man.
"I...I...I..."
The man was almost out of tears. He curled up on the ground and choked with sobs for a long time without saying any more words.
He walked around the world and offended many people because of his impulsive nature of fighting injustice. Those bad guys who didn't dare to deal with him head-on took advantage of the man's absence and rushed into his home, killing his one-year-old child and insulting his wife in turn.
When the man returned home, he only saw the bodies of his wife and child. He swore a blood oath at that time to make those enemies pay for their debt with blood. It took a year to finally find all the enemies. He punched them to death in anger, and treated their wives and children the same way they treated his own.
When the last baby waiting to be fed died in his hands, he felt as if a basin of cold water was suddenly poured over his head. Looking at the dead bodies crisscrossing the room, he felt scared for the first time.
His twisted hatred and anger eventually turned him into the person he hated most.
"Master, I...I... once occupied an innocent woman just because she looked similar to my deceased wife..."
The man finally spoke out. When he was blinded by hatred, he did many wrong things and became a complete bad person.
"Amitabha...what happened to that woman?"
The old monk knew that the man was already at the door, and he only needed a gentle push to cross the threshold.
"I...killed her just because she refused to obey me."
The man buried his face in the dirt on the ground and replied in a dull voice.
"Amitabha...then if you see someone who looks like your wife again in the future, will you have evil thoughts in your heart?"
The old monk chanted the Buddha's name and asked.
"me……"
The man dare not say that his wife is too important in his heart, and every scene when they first met her feels like it happened just yesterday.
I can't forget her, I can't forget her no matter what.
The man gritted his teeth, raised his head suddenly, his tear-filled eyes flashed with a determined look, and then he raised his hands.
Poof——
He actually gouged out his own eyes.
"Master, I...will never see her again in the future..."
"Amitabha."
The old monk shook his head. If he could persist in his heart, why bother to commit suicide? The man still couldn't let go of his deceased wife.
But it is enough. To truly reach the state of being heartless and without desire, you will become a Buddha.
The monk stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the man's head a few times.
The man's eyes were filled with blood and tears, while he gritted his teeth and refused to cry out in pain.
When he felt the old monk's palm, he couldn't help but ask:
"Master, have you agreed to take me in?"
"Amitabha... put down the butcher's knife and became a Buddha immediately."
The old monk just touched it a few times with his hands, and the hair on the man's head fell off as if it had been shaved by a razor, leaving only a smooth scalp.
"Can you continue to live your entire life without killing any living being?"
The old monk asked, raising his right hand to shave the man.
"Can hold on!"
The man replied.
At the same time, with a thud, the old monk's right hand gently hit the man's head.
"Can you persist in not telling lies until the end of your physical life?"
"Can hold on!"
Boom - another sound.
The bleeding on the man's face had stopped, but he didn't feel anything. He knelt on the ground with his legs, closed his hands devoutly, and silently recited the Buddhist scriptures that came to his mind involuntarily.
"You will live your entire life without engaging in sexual misconduct. Can you maintain it now?"
"...can hold it."
After the third knock, the blood stains on the man's face completely disappeared, and a pair of eyes appeared in the sockets where he had lost his eyes. However, those eyes were dim and could not see anything at all.
"Amitabha."
The old monk and the man said in unison.
"The poor monk's Dharma name has passed away. Now that you have become my disciple, I will give you a Dharma name..."
At that time, the man did not know what kind of person the old monk who enlightened him was, nor did he know what kind of unusual life he would lead in the second half of his life.
"It's called... not empty."
"Amitabha, thank you Master."
The man put his hands together and saluted. He had a new name.
Not empty monk.
…
Zen Master Fu Kong opened his eyes and became completely different. The King Kong behind him suddenly shook his figure and turned into a giant ten feet tall.
King Kong is covered in armor made of gold. Even a piece of armor is larger than a human head. Fiery red lines are outlined on the edge, like flames burning around the armor.
The scorching sun above his head didn't get much bigger. Instead, it fell down and landed on the back of Vajra Dharmakaya's head, integrating with the armor.
Two bright white silk threads stretched out from the scorching sun and wrapped around the two arms of the golden body. Although they seemed as soft as flowing water, they carried a blazing temperature that could distort the surrounding air.
Zen Master Fu Kong sat cross-legged on the lotus seat. He opened his eyes with a peaceful face, put his right hand on his chest to do the fearless seal, and lowered his left hand to his knees to do the demon subduing seal.
There was no emotion in his golden pupils, just like a pair of real Buddha pupils, looking at everything in front of him plainly and indifferently.
"Amitabha……"
King Kong stretched out his hands and smashed down with a fist that was almost as big as the catfish spirit's head.
Bang!
The monster was shocked by what happened in front of him. He had never seen a huge dharma body that was as tall as a mountain. In front of this dharma body, he seemed to have turned back into an ordinary catfish in the river.
A fist like a meteorite hit him, and he was almost forced into the mud at the bottom of the river by the huge force.
The white ribbons wrapped around his arms released heat like the scorching sun.
After the fist hit, the surrounding river water didn't have time to rush over and was directly evaporated by the terrible temperature. This caused a large hole to be punched out in the river where the fist fell.
Under the fist, the catfish spirit also felt uncomfortable.
His body, which was originally as hard as iron, was also deflated this time. This fist forcefully smashed half of his fish face, and then several teeth broke out.
Bang!
King Kong's other hand grabbed the stunned catfish spirit, and used terrifying force to lift up a large fish that looked like a small island.
Plop, plop.
As the big catfish was lifted up, several of the broken teeth in his mouth fell out, and he fell into the river with a few plops.
"Amitabha."
Vajra Dharmakaya turned around and threw the big catfish in his hand onto the river bank. With a loud bang, a huge deep hole was created in the ground.
Xia Zhichan has disappeared from the river bank.
"Old...TuDonkey, you have...the ability...to beat the shit out of me..."
The monster had lost several pieces of his teeth, and his speech was a bit leaky. Some words he couldn't even speak clearly, but he still shouted stubbornly.
The Vajra Dharmakaya will not tolerate you, so it raised its huge fist and hit the catfish spirit hard.
Bang!
This time, the hit was on the back half. The catfish spirit's tail was obviously twisted, and then several white fish bones were seen piercing out from the other direction, while blood flowed profusely.
Bang!
Another punch, this time on the other side of the face, hit Catfish Spirit until his eyes bulged out, and blood began to ooze out of his wide open mouth.
"Hahahahahaha..."
I don’t know why, but the monster who was obviously about to die was still able to laugh without hesitation, and he even yelled extremely arrogantly:
"You can't kill me, you can't kill me!"
He thought that Zen Master Fu Kong and others did not know his true identity, so even if he killed the catfish spirit in the flesh, he could leave quietly and find another body later.
If the old monk consumes too much because of killing the catfish spirit, he can also try to bewitch the old monk and make him become his puppet.
Bang!
King Kong caught the catfish spirit in his hand. He was obviously half dead, but he was still letting out harsh laughter, which made people uncontrollably irritated.
The white ribbons on both arms followed the palms of the Vajra Dharmakaya and wrapped around the body of the catfish spirit. After a few squeaks, the fish spirit's skin already showed signs of intense burning.
"Hahahaha, the grilled fish tastes so delicious! Hahahahaha..."
The monster continued to scream, and he could even smell the burnt skin, but so what, even if the catfish spirit was turned into a roasted fish, he could still find a way to escape.
Even at this moment, the ghost king still did not take Zen Master Fu Kong and others to heart. He always thought that he had a way out and would not really be eliminated, so he was confident.
Arrogance is the beginning of destruction.
