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Be cautious in words and deeds, cultivate oneself and one's mind, and cut off greed, hatred, and ignorance. Merge yourself into heaven and earth, gaze at all things, distract yourself from all things, feel the sorrows and joys of all things, this is integration, merge yourself with heaven and earth?

This is the first question in the heart of the demon lord after he has a certain amount of Buddhist cultivation.

Cultivation is against the heavens, how to integrate into the heavens and the earth, because of faith.

If you want to practice Buddhism, you must first believe in Buddhism, and if you can't believe in Buddhism, you will not have a true Buddha in your heart, but is the belief of the demon lord pious? This answer is yes, there can be no way!

Because he has doubts, doubts about Buddhism itself, and such skepticism, after experiencing that incident, the demon lord has found the answer to the question.

It is said that after the demon lord entered the Buddha Gate for a period of time, once his master took him to travel through the red dust to see the various forms of the world.

This practice is good, because only in the red dust, after seeing birth, old age, sickness and death, experiencing extravagance and poverty, and understanding the hearts of those who abuse and deceive, can this Buddha's heart be firmer and his faith more pious.

But, it backfired!

When Wang Dazhu said these words, he looked sarcastic.

How can you know the various forms of the world by a few travels!

In the countryside, the demon lord saw the peasants working in the rice fields, their rags and rags, their skinny bodies, and their sweaty heads under the scorching sun, but despite this, they were gritting their teeth and persevering, because they wanted to survive.

The demon lord sympathized with such a person, folded his hands and whispered, "Amitabha." ”

In the bazaar, the demon lord saw how the local snakes who bullied the market humiliated the weak, and saw how the government was indifferent because of the collusion of interests.

Although the demon lord was a little angry, he still recited to the people who were being bullied: "Amitabha." ”

In the slum alley, for a few taels of silver and selling children and daughters, the demon lord once wanted to help such a poor family, but he was also shy and helpless, sympathy, the demon lord chanted the Buddha's name.

On the court of justice, the Qing officials were tried by corrupt officials, petitioned by the people, and suppressed by the soldiers. Before the execution, the family members of the Qing officials cried loudly, the corners of the mouths of the corrupt officials were proud, and the silence of the people after the suppression of the soldiers was afraid of the soldiers, all of which drew a successful end at the moment when the blood was splashed.

The person who is going to die is dead, even if he doesn't deserve to die, even if many people don't want him to die, but he still dies, and the living person still continues to live.

The corpse of the Qing official was taken and fed to the wild dogs, seeing such a scene, the demon lord wanted to stop it, but was stopped by his master and said: "All of them are destined in the previous life. ”

The demon lord was stunned for a moment.

What about this life? This is the second question of the Demon Lord.

Under the invasion of foreign races, under the war, it was the people who suffered, and the demon lord and his master and a group of people unfortunately became prisoners.

When drunk, the alien leader killed people for amusement, and escorted a group of captives to the tent to fight him.

The common people who take a hoe at most on weekdays, how can they be the opponent of this battle-hardened general, the figure is already weakly fallen in a pool of blood between the wrong bodies, and in the cry of his relatives, in the unbridled laughter of the foreign general, the master of the demon lord slowly stood up.

Walked to the side of the dead man, squatted down, and after whispering a Buddha name, he said to the laughing alien general: "The donor's killing has been completed, the demon in his heart has been achieved, if you put down the butcher's knife, you can still stand as a Buddha, why not turn back?"

Put the knife on the top of the old monk's head, slapped it a few times, and after a few snapping sounds, the foreign general laughed even more wildly, and said to the old monk with disdain: "The Han people are bald donkeys, and they dare to preach to General Yuben?"

The old monk clasped his hands together, and replied unhurriedly: "All living beings are equal, there is no distinction between high and low in front of the Buddha, people are people, what I just said, it is also the Buddha's admonition, why doesn't the general listen to the old monk's words, and when he is in the future, he can be reborn in bliss." ”

The foreign general grinned again, but his face was hideous, and he stared at the old monk with a fierce look: "You Han people often say that there is wine today and drunk today, and tomorrow will be worried, no matter what kind of Elysium he will have in the future, I am a little curious about you." ”

The old monk faced the ill-intentioned smile of the alien leader, and said calmly: "I would like to hear it." ”

When the light of excitement bloomed coldly from the depths of the eyes of the alien general, he picked up the war knife in his hand and shook it on the old monk's body and said, "There are sixty-four slave Han people here, if you want to save them, why don't you and I play a game?"

After seeing the old monk whispering a Buddha name, the alien general continued: "I cut you once, if you don't die, I will release one person, cut you twice, and if you are not dead, I will release two, and so on, until sixty-four knives, if you are not dead, I will release all the people, how?"

Seeing the silence of the old monk, the alien general suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "What saves people's lives is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter? Why don't I go to hell, who goes to hell, you are also afraid of the old bald donkey, right?"

The demon lord's hands were clenched at this time, and he wanted to make a move, but he was stopped by the old monk's gaze, and when he turned his head to face the arrogant and domineering alien general, the old monk whispered a Buddha horn and said, "But!"

The foreign general's laughter stopped abruptly, and in the face of the old monk's calmness, his face became more and more difficult to look at, and then his eyes were calm, and he said in a cold voice: "Okay!"

When the knife fell, everyone was silent, blood splashed, and the old monk's left ear fell, but he didn't hum, but recited a Buddha name.

A Han captive got up, and under the envious gaze of everyone, he was driven out of the crowd by the men of the alien general, and then loosened his ties on the spot, and the Han man ran away without saying a word in excitement.

The two knives fell, the old monk's left hand fell, and when another Han man was let go, the crowd kneeling on the ground suddenly began to cry at the old monk, which was a kind of sustenance or hope, but the demon lord who was in the crowd was at a loss at this time.

The three knives fell, the old monk's left arm fell, his face was like white paper, his eyes were closed, and he still kept chanting the Buddha's name in his mouth.

Four knives fell, five knives fell, in the continuous knife light, when the blood was sprayed, one after another Han people were released, and the old monk was already like a human stick, he had no arms, and his chest was a knife with skin and flesh rolling, but the old figure was still standing there calmly, and the Buddha name in his mouth never stopped.

The faces of the foreign generals became extremely heavy, and the captives kneeling not far away all looked forward to it, and their hearts were more worried, not for the old monk, but for themselves.

"It's my turn, hold on, there's one more stab, no! two stabs, two stabs, and I'll be able to escape." ”

Such a voice sounded in the crowd more than once, and the demon lord was also listening quietly, looking at the anxious faces, tasting those words, the demon lord began to get lost, is this human nature?

The sword light was particularly dazzling and cold under the cold moonlight, and there was a touch of blood-colored red.

In the breeze of the night, it is no longer a refreshing and pleasant air, but a burst of bloody smell, people look at the knife on the old monk's body gradually increase, and watch the blood continue to flow, and the expectation in their hearts is thicker.

Whether it is deliberate or for the sake of leaking, the sword in the hands of the alien general, whenever it falls, it is more appropriate to control the proportion.

With the rise and fall of the sword, the nose, ears, arms, palms, chest, legs and feet, almost all covered in wounds and turned into a bloody old monk, were still standing there, muttering the Buddha's name.

And when only the demon lord was left, the face of the alien general no longer had any anger, but became more excited, just like after eating sugar cane and peeling off the skin layer by layer, when he saw the sweet flesh, the more he looked forward to it.

When the knife fell, the demon lord also moved.

From the beginning of the first person being released, from the beginning of hearing the first sound for the old monk to hold on, from seeing the happy expressions on everyone's faces, from seeing the backs of those who rushed away without looking back, from seeing the faces of the alien generals, from the previous anger, to the beginning of becoming more and more enjoyable, the demon lord was disappointed.

It's disappointment in human nature, it's disappointment in this world, it's disappointment in the old monks.

However, the demon lord still moved.

When the blood first appeared, the old monk was already lying in the arms of the demon lord, but the alien general still maintained the movement of swinging the knife just now, and his head had already fallen to the side, and his sergeants were also stunned.

After just a few breaths, the sergeants who reacted, brandished the war knives in their hands, and rushed towards the demon lord, but the demon lord's face was a cruel smile.

After a bloody storm, the morning sun is rising, the air is cold, but there is silence in all directions.

The demon lord hugged the dying old monk tightly, and then asked a little choked, "Why?"

There was neither pain nor a smile on the old monk's face, but he said in a calm voice: "Because of the Buddha, because of the fate, this is my fate, in order to achieve the Buddha in my heart, and this qiē is already doomed!"

"What is a Buddha? Is it cause and effect, is it a Buddha in the next life? What about this life?"

The demon lord asked angrily, this is a question that has been held in his heart for a long time, and it finally broke out at this time.

"In this life?" the old monk's face began to show a smile of relief, and then he continued: "This voice, I am for Buddhahood!"

When the words fell, the old monk with dim eyes, in that relieved smile, quietly went, leaving only the stunned demon lord.

Looking at the quiet smile, looking at the knife marks all over his body, the demon lord gently put the old monk's body on the ground, stood up, turned to look at the rising sun, and suddenly there was a different kind of love in his eyes.

"Who knows what the afterlife will look like!"

There is a saying that Buddhism has a reincarnated Buddha, but in the cycle of cause and effect, can we still maintain a trace of clarity? Even after reincarnation, how many tribulations do we have to go through before we can truly become a Buddha?

The Buddha cultivates in the next life, the Tao cultivates in this life, and he can become enlightened in this life, so why should he endure a thousand hardships to pave the way for becoming a Buddha in this next life?

The Tao is all in nature, this is the path, and the Dharma is shining in the next life, this is the path of the Buddha. But the Tao is not my way, and the Buddha is not the Buddha in my heart, so where is my path?

Looking at the rising sun, facing the cold breeze, the demon lord stepped out, but he went away, and the world no longer knew where this Buddhist disciple went, and in the next few years, no one saw him again, until the demon cultivator was born and the wind and clouds changed color, and the demon lord came back.

At that time, he was neither a Taoist cultivator nor a Buddhist cultivator, but a demon cultivator who made all things cry together, he was the demon lord, the first demon cultivator in this world, and the beginning of all demons!