Here Lies The Wicked

The old monk started cutting his flesh, wasn't that suicide?

In the spiritual world of the dead, man is embodied by spiritual energy.

In mythology, it's called a soul trick.

The old monk on shore is now self-absorbing.

When a god's soul collapses, it is equivalent to the extinction of the gods.

At this time, in front of the temple, which was built on exhausting white bones, the old monk cut off a piece of meat and placed it on a stone table in the temple, in a pallet with words.

Each of these flesh cuts is crystalline and transparent, the flesh of the soul cut from the pure soul.

The old monk cut the flesh from his chest and began to cut the flesh from his stomach. Shortly thereafter, only a thin layer of meat film remained attached to his bones.

At the same time, the old monks are getting weaker and weaker.

“Amitabha Buddha. ”

The old monk suddenly sang a Buddha.

“If the benefactor goes out, please tell the monastery on his behalf that today the poor monk is willing to go to hell and become one. If anyone in the monastery asks if it is worth it, the benefactor helps the poor monks to answer twelve words, ‘No tears, no words of enlightenment, no laughter', they will understand the Buddhist ambition of the poor monks. Thank you, Amitabha Buddha. ”

The old monk turned around and said softly to Mr. Fu, who passed on the river, with a benevolent purpose, that there was no pain in his face, no resentment, only mercy.

After that, the old monk sat on his knees with his hands together and began to recite the Buddha's Book.

As the old monks read the Buddhist scriptures, their bodies began to crystallize clear, white as a glass body. Glass is one of the seven treasures of Buddhism. Since ancient times, the semblance of the god is like glass, it does not stain the secular red dust. It is the very high realm practiced by the Buddhist family, also known as pure glass as the ground, lighting the darkness of the three realms, exorcising demons.

When the glassy golden body is all over the old monk, bang!

The body of the old monk, as well as a piece of flesh on the stone desk, all turned into a gleaming powder that covered the entire temple, and a long wishful sanskrit over the temple.

Fang Zheng looked stunned.

Is the master lonely?

Surprised, who is the one who sacrificed himself? What an evil and poor man, let this master build the temple on a tired white bone, who is repressed in the temple!

At the same time, there was a clear salute on the face.

Whether cutting the meat to feed the eagle charm is incompatible with universal values, this master, the Master, is raising his heart to the highest esteem.

He couldn't help but think of the words of this high priest before the circle:

Is it worth it?

A: No tears, no words, no laughter.

……

“Leaving an old friend, the original group of masters is missing another one, but you walked simply and without a connection..." Mr. Fu sighed with emotion.

Fang Zhengzheng moved, listening to Mr. Fu, he and the monk have known each other for a long time old friends?

Mr. Fu stood silently and looked at the temple on a tired white bone. There was no sadness, no joy and sorrow on the face of the dead, but he knew that at this moment he had stopped holding his hand. Mr. Fu, who stood silently, sat in front of his late friend, and the grieving outsiders inside could never feel it.

Even Fang Zheng was silent, silently staring at a temple on shore, a silent monk.

The boat follows the current, floating and floating, and the spirit of the dead dies in silence as if it were a withered world of only black and white, collected!

A sound of chains coming from the calm, quiet temple, there are people in the temple!!

Fang Zhengzheng glanced at him, a little girl with an unmatched smell of cannibal fireworks, came out of the temple and looked around the age of 11 or 12.

However, she was handcuffed to her feet by an iron chain that continued into the invisible depths of the temple.

Every step the little girl takes, the chain on her feet makes a sound to the ground.

Bell… When the little girl took a few steps, the sound of the chain came out of the temple, and she came out again, just like the little girl carved out of a mold, she was also eleven or twelve years old, and her feet were also handcuffed to the chain. But the little girl had a different look on her face, a good smile.

Twins?

Bells...

The two little girls took a few steps in succession, and the sound of the chain mopping the floor was heard again in the temple, and they came out again with exactly the same little girl.

This is also a very different face, this time a cowardly expression.

Next up is the hateful look of the fourth little girl, the happy look of the fourth little girl, the reflective look of the fifth little girl, the retarded look of the sixth little girl, and the innocent look of the seventh little girl...

Fang Zheng was surprised to see that dozens of identical little girls walked out of the temple. Everyone had a different expression on their faces, as if they conjured up people's seven-long desires, rejoicing and mourning.

None of these are duplicates.

In the Buddha Gate, there are also 3,000 words of defilement silk, as many as defilement, as many as blue silk, as long as you are still here to roll red dust, everyone has defilement.

At this moment, on the banks of the river, the dense lineup of little girls, more than dozens of them, continue to hear the sound of chains coming out of the temple, a little Buddha temple, like connecting the other side of the world, and more little girls coming out. At this time, the little girls stood side by side on a mountain of bones on the banks of the river, with a different face, all staring at the boat that was flowing away.

This strange scene in front of him shows slight numbness in the scalp.

By dozens of similarly-looking children, staring at it all the time, the scene is weird.

At first, he thought it was twins, triplets, and soon discovered that the little girl was definitely not normal, as he thought.

These little girls with different expressions, or each one of them, are more apt to represent an emotional incarnation.

It is commonly understood that this is a spiritual world, so many little girls in front of them should be multiple personalities that break through the physical bondage and run out in the spiritual world.

A person is a personality. How many personalities does this little girl possess?

In reality, dual personality is weird enough, there must be at least dozens of personalities here?!

Until the boat went away, behind it was cloaked by a sea of fog, and the little girl in the temple remained unfinished.

Fangzhengzheng pondered.

Is it this little girl with multiple personality schizophrenia that the Taoist monk has been suppressing, moderating, cutting meat to feed the eagle, and silencing the horror in the Buddha temple that she is also going to moderate?

Fang Zhengyuan thought that Mr. Fook might explain to him that Mr. Fook's performance had been flat and faint, and that, together with the last words of the old monk before the silence, indicated that Mr. Fook was clear about what was at hand. Mr. Fook remained silent and seemed to have no intention of explaining himself.

Until the two of them ended the walk.