novelMigli Chapter 304 307. The poor monk is from India
Chapter 304 307. The poor monk is from India
Chapter 304 307. The poor monk is from India
The night was as cool as water, and the bright moon was in the sky, so that every grass and tree on the shore could be clearly seen, not to mention the lying Drifting Monk.
"what"
Following a hoarse growl, Drifting sat up abruptly, his face full of beards was abnormally messy, his eyes were dull, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. punish.
Sha Monk did have resentment in his heart for breaking a glass lamp and being punished like this, but the other party was the Jade Emperor, so what could he do.
Dragging his tired body to stand up, Sha Monk was shocked to find that he had become a normal person, except for his beard that was a little thicker.
Suddenly, a burst of Sanskrit sounds appeared in his mind, and the sand monk was shocked and realized that all this came from the merciful and compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva. Soon there will be a Buddhist pilgrim from the Eastern Tang Dynasty passing by here, as long as he worships him Master, go to the west to get the scriptures, and you can escape from the sea of suffering.
"Thank you Bodhisattva for your guidance"
Drifting gratefully bowed to the west.
Da da……
There was a sound of horseshoes coming from the woods in the east. Under the moonlight, a monk riding a white horse walked over in a leisurely manner.
Drifting Monk was confused, what is the situation, the person who learned the Buddhist scriptures has arrived, it means that there are still a few months, could it be that the Bodhisattva made a mistake.
According to the schedule, Xuanzang and his party would arrive at Liushahe in late autumn, so of course it wasn't Xuanzang who came.
"Hey, is there a benefactor here?"
The young and handsome monk came closer and pulled the reins. He had a smile that made people feel like spring breeze. At first glance, he looked very similar to Xuanzang.
Sha Monk came back to his senses, clasped his hands into fists, but felt it was inappropriate, so he clasped his hands together, and said very humbly: "Did the eminent monk come from the Eastern Tang Dynasty to go to the West to worship Buddha and seek scriptures?"
"No, the poor monk is from India"
The young monk shook his head in denial.
"India, where is India?"
Sha Monk looked at the young monk in confusion, and then noticed that the young monk's robe was very different from the ones he had seen before. The orange robe exposed the right shoulder.
"India is Tianzhu. Brahmins, that is, Hinduism, are hostile to Buddhists. Poor monks have fled here."
The young monk looked sad.
"Isn't Tianzhu the largest Buddhist sect? Why is there a Hinduism?"
Drifting stared wide-eyed, unable to believe it.
"Well, it's a long story, do you have anything to eat?"
The young monk's stomach suddenly made a croaking sound.
"Senior Monk, wait a moment"
Sand Monk, who is currently in the period of gratitude to Buddhism, jumped down the Liusha River decisively to get food.
The young monk dismounted from the white horse, found a fairly clean stone, sat on it, and waited quietly.
Not long after, there was an explosion on the sparkling water, and Sha Monk came back holding a pile of fruits wrapped in lotus leaves.
"Apple, banana, orange, cantaloupe, grape, durian..."
The young monks ate very happily.
The Drifting Monk standing aside seemed to be hungry too, reaching out to grab the fruit on the lotus leaf.
"what are you doing?"
The young monk held Sha Seng's hand and his expression changed drastically.
"I... I eat fruit!"
A bad expression appeared on Sha Monk's face. This monk couldn't be ungrateful and wanted to take advantage of them all.
"You want it? If you want it, just talk. How will I know you want it if you don't tell me? Although you look at me sincerely, you still have to tell me what you want. You Do you really want it? Then take it! You don’t really want it, do you? Do you really want it..."
The young monk held Sha Seng's hand tightly and kept talking.
"you you……"
Drifting had never seen such a long-winded monk before, and the corners of his mouth twitched. If it wasn't for the Buddhist sect's desire to redeem him, he would have killed this monk according to his temper two days ago.
"Don't just you, which one do you want? There are more than a dozen kinds of fruits on this lotus leaf, durian, you can either, or forget it, eating this stuff is bad for the stomach, apples, you can either, or forget it, I just said I ate it, it was not ripe, a bit sour, not suitable for you who haven’t eaten, let alone oranges, watermelon, you either, to be honest, the flesh inside is white and tasteless, I really don’t recommend you eat it... ...It seems that there is nothing to eat, why don't you eat it."
The young monk kept talking for a long time with a serious look on his face.
Drifting didn't say a word, his face was as dark as an iron pot.
"Uh, do you still eat?"
The young monk has a sincere expression and clear eyes.
"Ah, I can't take it anymore..."
Drifting punched the young monk in the face.
Bang! The young monk plunged headfirst into the ground and fell silent.
Drifting hurriedly grasped the pulse of the young monk, and there was no sign of life at all.
"I killed a monk, but he came from Tianzhu"
Drifting was so frightened that his legs wobbled, he knelt down, kowtowed to the west a few times, and confessed his mistakes.
The night is as cool as water, and the bright moon is in the sky.Filled with fear, Drifting took the young monk to the woods on the bank, buried him, erected a tablet without words, and knelt on his knees all night, muttering.
Because, in the middle of the night, a gust of cold wind hit from the northwest, and the temperature dropped sharply. When the sky was getting bright, the riverside and the river surface were filled with thick fog, making the surrounding dozens of miles dazed and unable to see things clearly.
Da da……
There was another sound of horseshoes coming from the woods to the east, mixed with shouts.
"Junior Brother, Junior Brother..."
The Drifting Monk who was kneeling in front of the tomb suddenly stood up, with a panicked expression on his face, he killed his junior brother at night, and the senior brother came to the door.How to do how to do.
Otherwise, run first and then talk!
"Hey, benefactor, have you ever met my junior brother?"
A voice came through the heavy fog.
The Drifting Monk's face suddenly turned liver-colored. What kind of eyes are these? They can be seen through so much fog.
"Donor, have you ever met my junior brother?"
The voice came again, and the person seemed not far away.
"me……"
Drifting looked at the tomb, nervous and at a loss.
"This, this, the tomb, is it?"
A monk came out of the white mist and came to the tomb with a dazed expression on his face.
"You, your junior brother, I beat you to death! I didn't mean to."
The Drifting monk lowered his head and explained.
The monk glanced at Drifting, and with trembling hands, he pushed to the tombstone and picked up the grave with his bare hands, not caring that his hands were covered in blood.
When the face that was seventy percent like Xuanzang's and covered in yellow dust appeared, the monk burst into tears.
I don't know if it moved the heaven and earth, or something, but there was heavy snow falling from the sky.
雪花飘 飘 北风啸啸
The sky is vast
A cut plum
Proudly in the snow
Fragrance only for Iraqis
……
After an unknown amount of time, the monk's cries fell silent, his eyes were closed, and he sat still.
Drifting felt that something was wrong, stepped forward, grasped the pulse, his face changed suddenly, and another one died, it was over, two people from the Buddhist sect were killed.
(End of this chapter)