It didn't matter what Fang Xiaohou Ye thought of, the important thing was that Daoist Fang didn't know at all.

I don't know if I don't know.

Human life is different, at this time, the two brothers are drunk and dreaming of death, and the immortal seems to be living the life of an upper-class person, and the other is sitting in a cave and thinking about it or a monk, or a wild monk living a life that is not as good as a primitive person, this is really a sin and sin of Amitabha Buddha, so let's talk about the Wuzen monk first, and first say that the Taoist priest will be thundered by the sky, and the incompetent immortal will die with a fart!

No Zen on the wall.

Still in a cave.

One night.

Wu Zen was looking at a small snail on the stone wall, and the little snail was also quietly looking at Wu Zen.

The little snail is crawling, slowly and slowly.

In the dim light, Wuzen sat cross-legged on the wall, put his hands on top of each other in the dantian, and looked fixedly-

It's thoughtful, it's thoughtful.

Here comes another big centipede.

The big centipede was black and shiny, with a long body, and many, many feet, and it was known that Suosuo crawled quickly, and opened its teeth and claws to rush towards the little snail.

Eat the little snail in one bite.

The centipede is too big, the snail is too small, and it is swallowed by the shell, and it is only a blink of an eye.

The big centipede crawled away.

The unheard, the unseen, the unreactive.

Things are, people are not.

People are, things are not.

Suddenly, the stars shifted, the cave became darker and darker, insects and ants were hidden, and the world was gloomy.

No Zen is lost in the dark.

Facing the wall and facing the wall all day long, you can realize something, ridiculous and ridiculous, and Wu Zen never thinks so. Master Lingxiu said the same thing. The Empty Hearing Master said the same thing. The ancestor of the empty hearing would often come to recite the sutras to Wuzen. Master Lingxiu does not recite scriptures, and Master Lingxiu only gives reason to Wuzen. The ancestor said that it was a dream without Zen and did not need to be taken to heart, the loneliness was true, and the dream was empty. Master Lingxiu said that they are all still alive, but they have changed to another way of living, and everything is like this, and life is endless.

Facing the wall, facing the sky.

A cave is not a cave, no Zen is not no Zen, life is death. Death is life, and no Zen has been realized.

Great enlightenment, great enlightenment.

There is no murder without Zen, there is no Zen that is transcendence, Master Lingxiu said, that is the bliss of rebirth.

Therefore, non-Zen is sober, sober, and clear-minded.

Wuzen closed his eyes and began to practice.

Martial arts are abolished, and you can practice again. The internal force is gone, and it can be rebuilt. It's all over again, it's as simple as that.

It's that simple without Zen.

However, the lost mind can never be found without Zen.

Close your eyes, it's even more boundless darkness, close your eyes, and see the sea of blood and corpses, close your eyes The scene outside Ganzhou City will be repeated immediately, it was unconscious at that time, and at this time it is a delicate appearance! Who is that! Who is that! The big stick is waving, the killing is continuing, the black knives and guns are as cold as ice, the scarlet blood is like rain splashing, who is roaring! Who is roaring! The big stick is waving, the killing is continuing, the flesh and blood are turned into mud, the bones are piled up into mounds, the distorted faces are lifeless, and the eyes are wide open in horror and fear: "Ah! Ah――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――h

Angry eyes, dark! Screaming in sorrow, tears flowing! That's wrong, wrong

Another Wuzen appeared, with his head up to the sky, his feet on the ground, his fists clenched and his chest held high, it was the angry-eyed little King Kong who was brave and fearless, and stuck to his heart!

The one who is sitting is not Zenless, but the one who is standing is Zenless.

Wu Chan said angrily: "You are the one who does the murder, you are the one who does the evil, Wu Chan will not do such a thing, you are not Wu Chan, no!"

Wu Chan cried: "It's me, it's me, it's no Zen error, it's no Zen mistake woo woo woo-"

Wu Chan smiled: "You are not Wu Zen, I am Wu Zen, I am good, you are evil, evil Wu Zen, you go to death!"

Wu Chan cried: "Yes, yes, no Zen to die, no Zen to die woo woo woo-"

"Tong!" there was a loud bang, and his head hit the stone wall.

"Ahh

"Ahh

"It's weird, it's weird!" the standing Wuzen asked the sitting Wuzen, "You didn't do anything bad, why did you die?"

"Hey!" Wuzen sighed, and sat upright again: "I do good karma, I bear the consequences, I killed you just to kill me, no Zen, no Zen, do you understand?"

"No Zen, no Zen, uh, no Zen don't understand!"

"No one can judge right and wrong, good and evil. Wuchan handed over a knife and a precept knife: "Since I am good, I will not kill, but you are evil, you can kill me." ”

"This, this, this is not right!" Wu Chan held the ring knife and shook his head again and again: "You are a good person, no Zen will not kill!"

"Come, come, cut here. Wu Chan stretched out his hand and compared, leading his neck to wait: "A knife down, I have to start and finish well, a knife down, you have to take off freely, a knife down is Nanwu, Amitabha Buddha-"

"Master?" Of course, Wuzen would not go down with a knife, and the other Wuzen suddenly became Master Lingxiu: "Master!"

Suddenly the light appeared, and the cave was as bright as day.

It was Lingxiu, lighting a lamp, standing at the entrance of the cave, staring and smiling.

There was a master standing at the entrance of the cave, and there was a master sitting on the ground, and there was a spirit stone holding a steamed bun to eat.

Wuzen lowered his head, looked at it, and found that he was holding a wooden spoon in his hand.

Why.

Wuzen had ten million whys in his head, but Wuzen was finally exhausted, so he smirked: "Ho ho!"

Fall to the ground.

Fell into a warm embrace.

Pitiful, pitiful, Lingshi looked at the most proud disciple in his arms, took a bite of steamed bread, sighed, took a bite of steamed bread, sighed.

The steamed buns are dipped in blood to eat, and the taste of spirit stones is also very strong.

Wuzen is a bloody person.

It was covered in scaly wounds and blood, and the flesh and blood of the two fists were blurred, revealing the flesh and bones, and it was unbearable to see.

Behind Lingxiu, a huge head was quietly revealed, with eyes full of fear and black eyes like dark night.

It's the black tiger.

The black tiger has the ability to see at night, so what happened just now still has to be explained by the black tiger, but the black tiger is very scared at this time, and the black tiger has never seen such a terrible animal as Wuzen. The fist hits the stone, the rotten is the fist, the punch and the foot are also kicked, the tendons are injured and the bones are moved, and the wild kick and the crazy are like, this animal seems to have no pain. And that person, the great monk with very high martial arts, was also a ruthless barbarian, and he also kicked and beat the animal like crazy, playing with his life.

It's horrible, it's called abuse, it's horrible!

The black tiger was terrified to death, and the black tiger did not know what a serious mistake the savage animal had made, resulting in spending the whole night in self-abuse and abuse, and being punished in this way. The point is, this is not the first time, such a situation often happens, day and night, the black tiger has seen it eight times with his own eyes in just half a month after he came here, and this is the ninth time. Sure enough, survival is suffering, survival is suffering, the living Buddha is always right, and the living Buddha is dead, the black tiger thought so.

Living in a cave in the dark, the smell of cold and sinful blood, the black tiger is hungry, and the black tiger wants to eat people.

The black tiger walked over quietly.

This is an act of kindness, as a relief, and the black tiger is to end his suffering, his suffering.

The black tiger is eating people, and he is alone.

The heart is red, the blood is hot, what a delicious taste, I have tasted it eight times, and this is the ninth time.

Horn click, horn click, no Zen does not hurt, no Zen is sleeping.

The black tiger burst into tears.

Trumpet, trumpet, the tiger is also merciful, licking silently, heaven and earth are crying together, and the gods and Buddhas are also moved-

The thought can be broken, and the thought will never stop. (To be continued......)