Chapter 9 Liu Wei on Buddhism

Liu Wei's breath became more and more abnormal, and his murderous spirit overflowed, giving people a sense of shivering hair, as if he were a fierce ghost running out of Jiuyou.

Shui Lanxue's whole body was slowly picked up by Liu Wei's big hand, and the huge murderous spirit surrounded him. Liu Wei asked with strong anger, "Try me clearly, what is worth your efforts to bring us all. Say it." The sound waves shook and the corners of the snow's mouth were bleeding.

Meng Liuli hurriedly grabbed Liu Wei's arm and said, "Sir, no, it's not good for you to kill her." Liu Wei's three eyes turned to dream tears, especially with the third eye in the center of his eyebrows. After a while, Shui Lanxue was thrown to the ground by him. Liu Wei hummed, "Shui Lanxue, if it hadn't been for Meng Liu's plea for mercy, I would have killed you." Shura's eyes slowly closed, and the huge murderous atmosphere gradually subsided. Cangyuan and others breathed a sigh of relief.

Shui Lanxue wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth and stared at Liu Wei's back with hatred. She didn't know what she was thinking.

"Let's go." Liu Wei said that no one dared to say no. She left Shui Lanxue by the pond alone. She wanted to keep up, but she was stared at by Liu Wei and no longer dared to follow.

At night, Liu Wei's six people shuttled through the fog and walked to the depths of the land of death. Meng Liu looked behind him worriedly and was very worried about the safety of Shui Lanxue. Liu Wei looked out and said, "Don't worry. With her terrible mysterious power, she can't pass any danger here at all." Dream tears saw that he could never stretch his face and dared not show any more care.

The group walked in the middle of the night, and the fog covered the bloody sky. Everyone was a little tired, not physical fatigue, but nervous fatigue.

The black bream wrapped around Liu Wei is very relaxed, but he also felt very irritable and asked, "Liu Wei, where are we going?"

Liu Wei said flatly, "I don't know. Anyway, the way back is gone. I have to go inside and see if there is any luck." Everyone wanted to refute, but there was no other way but to follow.

Suddenly, there were bursts of Sanskrit sounds. At first, they didn't care. The voice was very low. Everyone thought it was caused by rice grains chanting scriptures. Gradually, everyone heard it very clearly, and the voice came from the front left.

Mi Li was surprised and said, "What a pure Sanskrit sound. Buddhism is boundless. I didn't expect that I could meet fellow disciples in this damn place." With that, he walked to the left, and everyone was a little surprised that there were Buddhist disciples in the place where the bird didn't shit. Liu Wei looked at Zhao Laohan and saw that he was also thoughtful and didn't seem to know these things.

Gradually approached, and the heavy fog appeared in front of everyone. What appeared in front of everyone was a Buddhist temple, a small Buddhist temple with bright lights. In this land of death, it seemed to be a bright lamp, guiding Liu Wei and others to come forward, and rice grains happily put their hands together to thank the Buddha for his gift.

I don't know why, Liu Wei took a step forward and felt a tingling in his chest, as if something was about to break out of his body. He stroked his chest in surprise, and the tingling disappeared strangely. The abyss looked at Liu Wei's face and asked worriedly, "Is there anything wrong?"

Liu Wei shook his head and said, "I don't know, it always feels strange."

Mi Li shook his head and said happily, "Don't worry, the Buddhism in this is pure, and there will be no harm." The first one ran to knock on the door.

However, before he knocked on the door, the door opened automatically with a creak. A golden Buddha in front of the hall shone down. Liu Wei and Cangyuan were suddenly uncomfortable when they were illuminated by the Buddha's light, but they couldn't say why they were uncomfortable. They only felt that they were under heavy things.

I walked in carefully, but there was no monk, but the sound of knocking on the wooden fish was unconscious. The sound was sometimes fast and slow, sometimes big and sometimes small. When it was small, it was like the sound of jade beads falling on a jade plate, as loud as the pouring rain, and the slowness seemed to affect everyone's heartbeat and seemed to be the same as my heart. Fast is like a fast horse galloping to convey the military situation.

Liu Wei was surprised to hear the sound of Qumuyu. It was the first time he knew that the sound of Muyu could touch a person's mood. Liu Wei looked around and found that the temple lit by candlelight was bright, and the wall was painted with a magic map, but there was always a little more strange and something missing. Liu Wei looked around and carefully studied it. Only then did he find that the Buddha arhat and so on in the picture were all ferocious and showed no mercy. On the contrary, those poor murderers The extremely evil murderer showed an unbearable face.

Mi Li looked at these murals, and the muscles in the corners of his face twitched. He couldn't help cursing, "Who on earth painted this? How dare you slander my Buddhism?"

"Amitabha." Suddenly, a Buddha's name was announced, and a surprised scene appeared in front of everyone. A thin old monk suddenly appeared and knelt in front of the Buddha statue. An old wooden fish was placed in front of him, and Sanskrit sounds came out from then on. The appearance of this monk was beyond Liu Wei's expectation, and there was no breath before, which was quite fearful.

Mi Li didn't think much about it, so he hurried forward to worship the Marquis and said, "The little Sami Rice of Wanfo Temple visited the seniors. Come here uninvited. Don't be surprised.

The old monk put away the wooden fish and raised his head. Only then did everyone see his face clearly and were shocked. Xiaojing and Mengqi covered their stomachs and almost vomited. The face in front of him can no longer be regarded as a face. Half of the face has completely rotten, leaving only a trace of blood tendons left on it. This person seems to be buried in the ground all year round, and can no longer be regarded as a person.

The monk bowed and apologized to the two people and said, "Master, you are shocked. Lao Na's face has been destroyed for a long time. I thought that no one could be touched in this land of death, but I didn't expect to meet so many people today, and the one outside the window." Shui Lanxue, who was peeked outside the window, hummed in, looked at Liu Wei in a hurry and avoided it one after another.

Abyss sniffed and suddenly smiled coldly and said, "The monk is lying. Although you are very well covered up by Buddhism, you can't hide it from me, a person who has died. You are so full of death that you must have died for many years. You have died. Why do you have to act against the sky and forcibly stay in the world?"

The monk nodded to the abyss and said with a forced smile, "The donor has good eyesight, but the donor is equally murderous as this one. Be careful not to end well in the future." The monk pointed to Liu Wei. Liu Wei smiled and shrugged his shoulders and did not refute it.

The monk couldn't help looking at Liu Wei. A golden light flashed in his eyes, swept Liu Wei's body and said, "It turns out that the donor has such a great blessing. Unlike this donor, he has a deep murderous heart and can't extricate himself."

Liu Wei was a little puzzled by what he said, but he didn't care about this. He only asked, "What do you call me? We can't call you monk all the time." This is a little funny, which eased the atmosphere in the house a lot.

The monk smiled and said, "The benefactor is really dust-free. If ordinary people tell me that I have difficulties, I'm afraid that they have knelt down and pleaded at this moment. The benefactor is open-minded and the poor monk is silent. He hasn't asked the benefactor how to call him."

"Hello, Master Jiyuan." Everyone bowed together. Liu Wei and others introduced themselves one by one.

Monk Jiyuan pulled the rice grain and asked, "You were annoyed when you saw this mural just now."

"Yes." Mi Li answered honestly and asked the puzzle in his heart: "Why did you draw Buddha as a demon in this painting? The devil draws compassion instead."

Jiyuan shook his head and said nothing. Seeing Liu Wei smiling and saying nothing, he asked, "Master Liu, you seem to have guessed something? Don't be prepared to say it and listen to it.

Liu Weilang said, "The so-called painting is born from the heart. This painting must be the master's handwriting. The master has suffering in his heart, which is expressed by the portrait. This painting shows what the master is distressed about Buddha and what is demon."

Jiyuan clapped his hands and said with joy, "Well answer, I didn't expect your wisdom to be so excellent, but it's a pity that you are not a monk, and I will definitely accept you as an apprentice." Liu Wei hurriedly waved his hand and refused: "No, the boy has a good wife, and he doesn't want to escape into the empty door so early. You'd better cultivate yourself."

Jiyuan smiled, bounced his hand, and there was an extra fan on the ground. He opened his hand and invited Liu Wei to sit down. He also sat down directly. Ji Yuan sat opposite him and asked, "Then I'll ask the donor again? Can I have a Buddha in my heart?

Liu Wei was stunned, looked back at the mural, and affirmed, "You have."

Jiyuan seemed to be cheered and wanted to ask again, but Liu Wei interrupted, "Although you have, this Buddha is not a Buddha in the eyes of the world. Your Buddha is a demon."

"What?" Mi Li was shocked. Everyone looked at Liu Wei in surprise, and then looked at Jiyuan, afraid that he would not like to take action. For a long time, Jiyuan didn't do anything. Jiyuan suddenly asked, "Do you think my Buddha is a demon? What's the solution?"

Liu Wei said slowly, "I said that your Buddha is a demon because you don't believe in the Buddhas in Mi Li's heart at all. Although I don't know what you have experienced that makes you have such a big deviation, I don't blame you, a Buddhist disciple, who has no Buddha in his heart. After all, no one is born with faith in this. Do you understand the faith of things?"

Jiyuan shook his head and looked at the others. Liu Wei had to explain from the beginning: "Faith is your worship of a person. The Buddha believed in rice is his belief. My faith is Taoist ancestor, and theirs are different." The dream behind him moved and secretly said, "What is my faith? Yes, sir. As long as you are here, nothing is terrible.

"You used to believe in Buddha like rice, but yes, then it was shattered because of something we didn't know, so your painting became what it is today. Am I right?" Liu Wei stared at Jiyuan with bright eyes.

Jiyuan nodded and admitted, "Yes, I don't believe in Buddha anymore. Buddha is ruthless. Why should I believe him?" From him, an inexplicable evil spirit gushed out, and there was no appearance of a Buddhist disciple. Jiyuan felt lost his state and immediately restrained his breath and asked, "But you said that my Buddha is a demon, and I don't agree."

Liu Wei sighed, "Do you still want to deceive yourself? The magic has just surged out of you. If you don't have a demon in your heart, you won't be like this at all. Why? They are all dead. Why do you still have such a hard mouth?

Jiyuan looked at the ground in a daze and pondered for a long time. Suddenly, he raised his head and his eyes were full of brilliance. He looked at Liu Wei angrily and scolded, "You are talking nonsense. I'm a monk. How can I believe in any demon as a Buddha? You are talking nonsense."

"Damn." Liu Wei stood up and kicked Pu Fan's finger almost to the tip of the monk's nose and scolded, "You still blame me. Who is to blame for something wrong with your belief? Can I turn your inner thoughts? No, I tell you Jiyuan, you don't look like a Buddhist disciple. Buddhism says that people die like lights, but what about you? Since the first day you changed your life and forcibly survived, you are no longer a disciple of Buddhism. Your heart has been swallowed up by demons. You have become a demon. Why do you deceive yourself? Look at how good our rice grains are. He is a drunken monk and will never hide his ideas. This is the real self. The real monk is not like you, who hangs sheep's head and sells dog meat, and doesn't pee according to himself. I ah, it's a waste of saliva to talk to you. Everyone looked at Liu Wei in shock, and no one expected that he would suddenly lose his temper.

Half of Jiyuan's face was white for a while, blue for a while, black for a while, and finally turned red. He was almost vomited blood by Liu Wei's anger. He stood up slowly, and his thin body suddenly straightened and banged straight, disappearing the Buddhist Dharma that had just been covered. Gradually, the magic power gradually ran around him, and half of it was the face of a skeleton. Blood grew at the speed seen with the naked eye, and soon a tall and powerful young man appeared in front of everyone.

Jiyuan smiled at Liu Wei, with a purple magic in his eyes, shooting at Liu Wei's eyebrows and said, "I have become a demon. You can also become a demon with me. You are naked. It doesn't seem to be suitable to be a decent gentleman. The monk is even more monstroy. It's the best choice for you to become a demon."

Liu Wei only felt that his eyebrows were swollen, and a huge force wanted to break through his Shura Tianyan eyes. He couldn't help scolding angrily: "You dead monk, I don't want to be a demon at all. You have made me suffer." The black bream hurried away from Liu Wei's body.

Jiyuan laughed and said, "I'm a demon. I can do whatever I want. Liu Wei, you can accept all this. Your spirit has long been planted with a demon heart. Sooner or later, you will become a demon. At this moment, I'm just helping you. If you become a demon, you can be free and satisfy you. All the desires of your heart, abandon your poor ethics, haha."

"I don't want to." Liu Wei hit his eyebrows with a fist, with a bang, and the firelight shone directly. Liu Wei's eyebrows were swollen, but the purple magic gas turned and immediately healed. A tingling pain hit, and the magic gas was about to break through Shura's eyes.

"Open it for me." Liu Wei turned his head down and hit the ground fiercely, trying to break his eyebrows to relieve the tingling pain. With a bang, the whole temple seemed to collapse. Liu Wei lay motionless on the ground as if he were dead.

Everyone was worried. Cang Yuan wanted to help Liu Wei, but Liu Wei on the ground suddenly raised his hand and said coldly, "Don't help me. I'm fine." Liu Wei straightened up, his eyebrows were torn and bloody.

The originally hidden eyes of Shura Tian have disappeared. Jiyuan looked at Liu Wei in a daze and said in surprise, "How can it be? How could you destroy your own heavenly eye?

Liu Wei smiled cruelly and said, "Only ghosts will destroy their own eyes. How much should I thank you? If it hadn't been for your nonsense, my heavenly eyes would not have been broken, but you wouldn't have dreamed that the magic gas was easily resolved by me in my body, and the broken heavenly eyes were actually purified. If today's eyes are integrated into my eyes, you see, what is this?

The golden light shot from Liu Wei's eyes, and the real eyes pierced the door, leaving two holes, and everyone's faces were full of shudrama. Is this still human eyes?

Liu Wei wiped the blood from his forehead and asked Jiyuan, "Jiyuan, do you have anything else to say now?"

"I have nothing to say." Jiyuan, who had recovered his youth, aging in an instant, and the old monk who had recovered his old age again and sat down decadently on the ground. When the breeze blows, he seems to be a candle withered, which will go out at any time.

Liu Wei sighed: "In fact, the old monk, you are wrong. People's beliefs are important, but how to live is still their own business, because Buddha can't decide your birth and your future has been your life, because they are not gods. They are just your beliefs. Look at that sentient beings , all of them have faith. Without faith, they are not living a good life. You have to say that they live happily and live more freely than those of us who seek to live a long life. Your faith has changed, but there is nothing wrong with the change. What is only the arrangement of fate that is wrong. It is just your idea to be a Buddha and a demon. Your root You can't arbitrarily arrange others to listen to your will, because people must live with dignity, have their own ways, and do not allow others to design, do you understand? Liu Wei actually said this to himself, reminding himself that he must not be led by the nose. Sooner or later, he will devour those who control his fate.

Jiyuan suddenly realized and put his hands together and said, "Master Liu Shi really has a wisdom root. Lao Yan understands that I have lived in vain in this life, and I will definitely live for myself in the next life."

Suddenly, he stood up and pulled Liu Wei and Mi Li, and said to the Buddha statue, "I'm about to turn away. This Buddha statue has been learned all my life. You can try your best to understand it, and it's not in vain for me to suffer for thousands of years."

"Amitabha. In the afterlife, I would like to turn into a drop of rain and dew, take care of you day and night, and wait for me~~~" A long-lost relief appeared on Jiyuan's face. He turned into a little wind and died with the wind. No one understands what his last words are. Maybe only he can understand~~~