"Who are you?"
No matter how much he was taught to be pedantic and dull, the little Tang Monk was obsessed with Buddhist scriptures.
After all, he is the reincarnation of Jin Chan, with a little bit of ingenuity, but his brain is actually extremely smart.
However, he had no way to experience it, and he had no way to see more. Apart from Buddhist scriptures and brainwashing by Buddha's light, he did not acquire any other knowledge.
All past memories have been erased, like a blank sheet of paper...
Even so, he still felt something was wrong.
"Master has said that the greatest enemy of Buddhism is the devil, and inner demons are difficult to eradicate. Could it be that I think too much in my daily life, which breeds inner demons and tempts me to fall?"
Children's thoughts are actually very simple, and they don't know how to hide their emotions. As soon as doubts arise in their hearts, Yang Lin discovers them.
He smiled softly in his mind: "You say that the devil is the devil, I am the inner demon. If you don't listen, it's because your master Fa Ming only teaches you chanting sutras all day long. He is very capable, and he doesn't teach you how to conquer demons." Means, haha..."
Yang Lin's words were heartbreaking: "I just want to ask you, is he good to you? He clearly knows that your home is not far away from the mountain. With his footsteps, it can't be considered far. A thought in his heart can reach thousands of mountains." , we’ll be there soon, why don’t we send you home for a visit?”
"I chant sutras and worship Buddha every day. I don't have any spare time. Look at the other little novice monks and little donors. They are cared for by their masters and held by their parents. They play around and are happy. What about you? Do you still remember who you are? Why do you need to recite sutras? Is it to save all sentient beings? What benefit do sentient beings have to you?"
Yang Lin's words are heart-breaking.
He actually didn't know how to explain his origins to the little guy, nor how to prove his position.
But it does not matter.
The little guy himself has already arranged an identity for him.
Inner demons.
Quite appropriate, isn't it?
Yang Lin was not worried at all about the little guy telling Monk Faming about this, and even said it in front of the Buddha statue.
A child who can say "all living beings suffer".
One can imagine how much pain he endured in his heart.
Yang Lin didn't know why Fa Ming taught the little guy so harshly.
I'm just guessing that the old monk may want to cultivate the resentment and eternal hostility in the little guy's heart. Only when that day comes, will he hate heaven and earth, hate the injustice in the world, and hate the injustice in the world.
Only then did he have enough murderous intention to kill the water bandit "Liu Hong" with an extremely indifferent attitude, and watched Yin Wenjiao commit suicide. Moreover, without looking back, he cut off three thousand trouble threads, kowtowed a thousand times, and worshiped. Lingshan.
One thought becomes a devil, one thought becomes a Buddha.
How can you love the world and save all sentient beings if you have never experienced resentment and hatred, and are full of rage?
Therefore, in the process of early growth, Fa Ming was the carrier of hatred and resentment, allowing the little kid to think about nothing but reciting the Buddha's name, seeking Dharma from the Buddhist scriptures, and saving his own life...
Because of this, the little guy will not tell his master and tell him everything about himself.
He was used to it, enduring it silently.
In fact, in his heart, he was thinking that even if he told the old monk, he probably would not help him get rid of his inner demons, but would instead give him a good beating.
They will think that he is not sincere in worshiping Buddha and does not recite sutras attentively, so he will have evil thoughts in his heart.
Sure enough, the following days.
The little guy really didn't tell old monk Fa Ming about all the strange things.
He even regarded Yang Lin's daily conversations as fun to relieve his boredom.
Sometimes when the mood strikes, Yang Lin will be asked to tell little stories.
"Inner demon, inner demon, did those seven gourd babies you mentioned yesterday save grandpa?"
"No, this is actually the mountain god's conspiracy. The snake spirit and grandpa are all part of it. In the end, it was just to refine the gourd baby into a treasure..."
Well, Yang Lin told the little guy the story of Calabash Baby.
The dark version of course.
The little guy is naturally smart. He can recite any Buddhist sutra with just one glance.
Of course he could understand and learn the principles in the story.
On weekdays, he still looks dull and confused, chanting sutras all day long.
However, secretly, where Monk Faming could not see, there was already some aura in his eyes.
"What about Little Red Riding Hood? Was she eaten by the big bad wolf?"
"Little Red Riding Hood is very smart, as smart as you. He saw right through that the big bad wolf wanted to eat him, and he was not fooled at all..."
Yang Lin chuckled.
…
The leaves on the mountains are turning green and yellow.
The weather has also gotten colder.
On this day, strong winds whipped up silk rain, which fell slantingly into the temple.
The little Tang Monk was sitting cross-legged in front of the window, feeling the light rain and gentle cold. He was holding an ancient Buddhist scripture in his hand, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.
There were sounds of conversation next door.
Although the clone of Yang Lin's Jingyuan was nestled in the blood mole, hiding its shape and not touching a trace of Buddha's light, his five senses were extremely sensitive and he had long heard clearly that it was a guest in the temple who asked to see Elder Fa Ming.
"Elder, now there are many distressed people coming to the mountain gate, and they can't be driven away. Many donors nearby are also afraid of demons biting people. They go to the mountain to offer incense and ask for my Buddha's blessing. I don't know what will happen next..."
"Evil chaos occurs once every three years, and demonic clouds rise everywhere. People place high hopes on Jinshan Temple and seek protection, but they have to ignore it. Our Buddha is compassionate, and I immediately go down the mountain to eliminate the demons. I cannot chill the hearts of believers."
Monk Faming has long been accustomed to these things.
In the past, the monks of Jinshan Temple would travel around to kill demons and eliminate demons. Of course, the most important thing was to spread their reputation and expand Buddhism.
In the past few years, the people's livelihood in Jiangzhou has been acceptable, but the number of people who come to Jinshan Temple has dropped by 80 to 90%. They have no choice but to let it go.
To Fa Ming, every vicious evil monster is actually a treasure.
When the world is at peace, no one believes in it, so they can only chant sutras, worship Buddha, and stay in temples all day long, with no one paying attention.
"Incense, incense..."
Fa Ming murmured a few words, cheered up, and after dismissing Zhi Ke, prepared to go down the mountain.
"Jiang Liu'er is already three and a half years old. It's time to see Buddhism's methods of killing demons and to see the suffering of all living beings..."
Monk Faming walked to the little Tang Monk's bedroom and saw a small figure who was concentrating on reading Buddhist scriptures and nodded slowly.
"Come down the mountain with me."
He stretched out his hand, took Jiang Liuer's hand, and slowly walked out of Jinshan Temple.
Yang Lin was silent among the blood moles and did not speak.
The little Tang Monk lowered his eyelids silently and followed quietly without saying a word.
…
"Three years of demonic chaos, the emergence of the devil, and the recurrence of disasters. It's a good opportunity."
Three years have passed.
Wei Wuji is still wearing a light robe and a face as beautiful as a crown jewel. Time seems to have left no trace on his body.
However, Shang Huainan and Lu Ying beside them clearly felt that their young master was actually much older.
The inner torture and depression made his days feel like years.
Be patient.
endure.
He didn't know how long he could endure it.
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