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This is the last destiny of humanity for a city of one country and one state. Its humanitarian weapons were sent to the capital by the military masters sent by Li Zhai, and they were all placed beside Qi Wuzhuo, waiting for the Taoist to complete the final cauldron.

, using this mysterious magical power, he cast the ninth cauldron to complete the formation.

But before these elite cavalry and generals could deliver the key materials that represented the final ritual of human unification, a new guest arrived.

It's the golden cicada in front of the Buddha.

When we met for the first time, he had the arrogance of listening to the Dharma in front of the Buddha, the transparency of the Buddha's heart and the nature of the Buddha, and the wildness of the golden cicada. When we met for the second time, he lost his original arrogance and possessed

In order to practice Buddhism, practitioners are determined and persistent, but there is still excessive joy in the fulfillment of Buddhism.

This is the third time we have met.

His face was gray and dirty, and his eyes had lost the arrogance and sparkle of the past, replaced by a sadness that was intense to the extreme.

"Long time no see, Taoist Priest."

The voice of the golden cicada in front of the Buddha is low and tired.

He seemed to have experienced the most miserable thing in the world.

The weight of these experiences was heavy and powerful. Even the golden cicada in front of the Buddha felt the fatigue and sadness born from his own mind. The Taoist poured him a cup of tea, and then the two of them still sat next to the old tree.

Next, we talked about the past.

The monks are tired and the Taoists are old.

"So, what's your story this time?"

The Taoist was holding tea with a gentle voice.

A ripple flashed through Jin Chan's eyes in front of the Buddha. He held the tea in his hands and spoke slowly, telling this story.

He made three major oaths.

Aimed at greed for money, love of killing, and lust.

The money-hungry man was persuaded by him to give up stealing and instead spend the rest of his life atoning for the common people.

I wish to live in poverty all my life.

The murderous and aggressive person eventually cried bitterly in front of the victim, drew his sword and committed suicide. The last person he killed was himself, but he also cut off his own murderous violence.

In the end, he went to find the most beautiful and dangerous woman.

Using Buddhist advice, Buddhist explanations, and knowing the woman's past story, he also helped her resolve her mental knots. All of this was done without using any Buddhist magical powers, not even the so-called powers of other minds and the power of all leaks.

, but simply something that any enlightened person can do.

The oiran mocked him at first, but in the end he hoped to win the monk's heart. This is the golden cicada in front of the Buddha. He is a eminent Buddhist monk, with a beautiful face, a pure and peaceful temperament, and a great ambition to save the world. He will not be afraid of anyone who falls into the mud.

For people in the world, such existence is like light.

Encountering such a beautiful existence, only two creatures will fall.

Catch him tightly, or drag him down into the mud.

Seeing such a holy monk sinking into painful desires and unable to turn around, for people who clearly know that they are sinking into painful desires, there is even a kind of destructive happiness.

This is what the oiran did in the beginning.

She seduced, coerced, used, and even took off her clothes, revealing her graceful figure and got into the monk's arms.

But from the beginning to the end, the monk just looked at her with a compassionate and gentle look. He did this countless times, for many years, and even once encountered a life-and-death crisis. The most beautiful oiran girl in the country just revealed his true feelings and committed suicide.

The little girl was sold by her parents to pay back the money, and no one in the world loved her.

Her parents loved her for her money; the people loved her for her appearance.

A noble person is a practitioner, and what he loves is his body.

At that time, the monk carried her through the moonlight and said: "I can love you, poor monk."

The monk's eyes are broad and compassionate, warm and sincere.

A true practitioner has love for all living beings.

Since meeting this monk, the extremely beautiful girl has never done anything like an courtesan again. One day after getting drunk, the bright moon was in the sky and setting on the river. The monk in white clothes sat cross-legged on the boat and looked at the girl.

After a dance, he gently left a little kiss mark on the monk's cheek.

The monk succeeded.

He made the girl who grew up in various betrayal environments understand clearly what it means to love others and what it means to love oneself.

Qi Wuhuo was holding tea and listening to the monk telling this story. He lowered his eyes slightly and said:

"So, what happens next?"

"After that, the world was in chaos..."

"No, it cannot be said that the world is in chaos. It should be that the mighty king's troops have finally swept in to wipe out this place full of evil people, betrayal, and finally the rebel army. Under such pressure, the poor monk did what he said.

What he did was to convert the people there, which caused the city lord to be trapped and killed."

"I forced the Dharma out, turned it into a relic, and left it here."

The golden cicada in front of the Buddha had an obvious look of pain on his face.

Seventeen years ago, what the arrogant and arrogant, yet devout and enthusiastic monk did was to have supreme confidence in his Dharma, but it was like a sword slashing him, and it finally fell on him.

His body was trembling, but he finally calmed down and said: "The city lord also has cultivation, and his cultivation level can even be said to be not weak. The poor monk abandoned his skills and was imprisoned by him. At that time, I even

I am still full of confidence, I will use my death to save the people of this city and follow the Buddha's teachings."

"Perhaps, just as you said, Taoist Master——"

"When I said that I wanted to save the world and verify the Dharma, I was already overlooking them. The poor monk was testing the darkness of human nature, but I never thought that I would be attracted by the light of human nature.

Burns eyes."

"She saved me. She agreed to the city lord's request that she stay with him for a night."

"But she didn't break her promise to me. She wore clean clothes and committed suicide with a dagger."

"Finally she said she loved me too."

"But, it shouldn't be like this. I was supposed to have supreme cultivation. I was supposed to be the golden cicada in front of the Buddha. I just needed to raise my finger to solve all this. The joys and sorrows of mortals should have been separated.

I am very, very far away."

The golden cicada trembles in front of the Buddha.

The proud monk was finally saved by this man, who in his eyes was extremely evil, tragic and pitiful.

Such radiant Buddha-nature, such pure humanity, shattered the pride in Jin Chan's heart, but what was left behind was the lingering subtle pain like a palm brushing against a very fast blade.

Jin Chan lowered his eyes, with a painful look on his face, and said:

"But, what I said, the poor monk can love her, just because the poor monk practices Buddhism, the poor monk loves all the people in the world, and she is just one of them."

"But in the end she said she loved me, just because I am who I am."

"The weight of the two is not equal and unfair."

"It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this."

At that time, the monk who came out of the prison was covered with bruises, but he was holding the woman who had committed suicide in white clothes, howling in pain. It was raining heavily, and only a few days later, the mighty king's soldiers broke through the city, spears

It was so sharp that the monk felt pain and resentment in his heart.

Why didn't the mighty king's troops come earlier?

He used a piece of white jade and used the complicated Buddhist rituals to seal the woman's body. He carried the coffin and walked step by step to find the Buddhas, hoping that the Buddhas could bring her into the Buddha's kingdom. In the end, he was abandoned by the Buddhas.

, they saw that he had lost his cultivation and the Buddha's light was clear, and they just said: "A despicable woman has an inferior body, is filthy and impure, and cannot enter the Buddha's kingdom."

The golden Buddha's light left, became clear and bright, the golden cicada laughed and cried in front of the Buddha, the white jade scattered, and the ritual was useless.

His monk's robe was no longer clean, there was mud under his feet, and his monk's robe was stained with blood.

Under heavy rain, he dug a grave with his hands, dripping with blood.

Bury her on the grassland under the moonlight.

Then, stumbling, step by step, I walked through the world and arrived here.

The monk held the tea and asked: "Taoist Master, where is the Buddha's Dharma? The Buddha's Dharma is immeasurable and equals all living beings, but why is it said that women are not allowed to touch? The Dharma is immeasurable and equals all living beings, but among all the great wishes, why is there [women]

Is this the kind of repayment that you can turn into a man, [become a king's daughter], [or become an emperor]?"

"This great wish has also proven that all living beings are not the same in the eyes of the Buddha."

When Jin Chan asked Qi Wuhuo in front of the Buddha.

On the nine stone tablets, with Tao as the center, there are four stone tablets on both sides. Among them, Qiu left a lot of text inheritance on one stone tablet. At this moment, on the other side of the center of the Tao, the only one of the nine stone tablets

A blank stone monument was filled with countless ripples and seemed to turn into a stream of light.

Clear and pure, boundless compassion.

At this time, if you agree, this stone tablet can be solidified and passed down.
To be continued...