Ji Xiang was not very happy recently. It was not because Ruyi still spent most of her time in front of Lao Fugui's tombstone, nor was it because the little fellow was not obedient or well-behaved. It was because there was a fat guy with big ears, which made it very vexed.
If it was not because Ji Xiang knew that the little fellow was safe here, it might have directly taken the little fellow away.
Of course, it was not only Ji Xiang that was vexed. Everyone living in this temple was vexed.
For example, sometimes when Xun Er was cooking, Fatso's face would suddenly appear on the kitchen range hood, and then he would ask, "What are you eating tonight? You added too much salt and not enough chili. "
Lord Zeng and the monk had also returned from the Land of Proving Dao yesterday, but they did not get a chance to rest.
Sometimes when Lord Zeng was meditating, he would find Fatso's face on his futon, making him feel awkward and not knowing whether to sit down or not.
When the monk was tasting tea, Fatso's face would also appear on the tea table. Once when the monk was in the mood of tasting tea, Fatso's face suddenly appeared, and the monk unceremoniously splashed a pot of boiling water on it. Then, the monk in the temple screamed miserably.
Everyone in the temple knew that Fatso was in a state of contemplation, so they chose to restrain themselves. As long as they were not particularly disgusted, they would pretend not to see it.
But Fatso's behavior was gradually becoming more and more serious. For example, there was a fruit tree in the small temple. Now that it was winter, there would naturally be no fruit on the tree. But when one woke up in the morning, the tree was densely packed with Fatso's heads.
Some were sad, some were singing, some were laughing, some were crying, some were screaming, and some were smiling.
In short, when Lord Zeng woke up that morning, he almost took out his chopper and chopped the tree.
Fatso had been staying in the temple all this time, and was still meditating on the Three Pure Ones, but his figure began to appear everywhere.
That night, Monk and Lord Zeng were drinking tea. The two had just finished reading the message sent by Su Bai. The crashed train, the disabled Qin soldiers, and the corpses of the nine big shots. This night was destined to be very heavy. Even if Monk and Lord Zeng did not go to that place, they actually felt the same as the audience.
At this moment, Fatso appeared. This time, he not only had a head, but also a belly, but no arms or legs. He suddenly appeared at the table like a human stick.
"Monk, I'm thirsty."
Fatty tried to act cute to Tyrant, but his current appearance was indeed not cute at all.
"Fatty, did you go to the toilet to relieve yourself?" Lord Zeng teased, "It's quite convenient and fast. You can watch TV with your eyes, work with your hands, and put your butt in the bathroom. You can wander around the red-light district anytime you want. Life will be very fulfilling."
Lord Zeng had experienced life as Hoodlum for a period of time, so he did not feel any discomfort when he said these words.
"Lord Zeng, you've become bad. Ah, thank you, monk."
Fatso leaned over and took a big gulp of tea. Then, his body shook, and the small part under his belly began to appear.
Lord Zeng covered his eyes and said, "Put on your pants. I'm dizzy from needles."
"…" Fatso was speechless.
"This appearance of yours should be a form of punishment in ancient times. Gyatso should have seen it before. It's to cut off a person's limbs, seal them in a wine jar, and occasionally feed them so that they won't die and live like this for a long time," said Monk.
"They also have to cut off their tongues, pierce their eardrums, dig out their eyes, and fill the wine jar with feces and urine." Lord Zeng was an expert.
"I haven't eaten yet. Can you guys not be so disgusting?"
Monk and Lord Zeng looked at each other and smiled. They stopped teasing Fatso.
"Sigh, Lord Fatty's life is so bitter. The person I love the most has hurt me the most. Every time I'm with Da Bai, he's always the one eating the meat. I don't even have any soup left. If I had the Source Essence, I could have just directly absorbed it." The fatty was still extremely sad over that matter.
"Everything depends on the will of the heavens." Monk was silent for a while and continued, "Didn't your grandfather help you change your fate? In fact, people living in this world are inseparable from fate. Fate is not cause and effect, but there is definitely fate in cause and effect.
Back then, you believed the remnant soul of the Great Qin Princess and left for a period of time. You came back in the end, but the Poor Monk always felt that the princess' prophecy was not accurate.
Perhaps you and Da Bai are entangled in fate, and many of the things you do are for him. But this is like a person who stepped on a pile of dog shit when he went out in the morning to change his shoes. He didn't catch the bus, but the bus got into a car accident and no one survived.
A person's vision should not always focus on what he has lost, but what he has gained. "
"Monk, ever since you merged with your past life, your art of speaking has become better." Lord Zeng sighed. "No one can compare to you when it comes to fooling people and feeding them chicken soup."
"Hehe." Monk smiled and did not refute.
Fatso frowned.
Then, his stomach started to disappear, and so did his face.
Monk and Lord Zeng continued drinking tea, thinking that Fatso had left. Unexpectedly, when a new pot of tea was brewed, a burst of aura suddenly burst out. This was a sign of advancement.
Lord Zeng shook his head helplessly. "Monk, you have blessed your mouth."
"The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the heart. That's enough." Monk picked up his tea and took a sip. "Fatso's accumulation is sufficient. He hasn't advanced because of his state of mind.
Cultivating karma first, then abolishing it. Being in a trance, giving up and taking it down, hesitating, and not being able to see through it, you will never be able to walk out. Once you see through it, all that's left is a layer of paper. "
"Yes, if you don't see through it, you won't be able to walk out. Once you see through it, all that's left is a layer of paper." Lord Zeng placed the hatchet on the tea table and gently stroked the side. "Why do we cultivate Buddhism?
To save all living beings? To enlighten the world?
No matter how grandiose it is, no matter how you decorate it, there is no difference between cultivating Buddhism and cultivating ghosts.
At the end of the day, it's nothing more than making yourself stronger so that you can kill better. "
"Humans have to die in the end. Even a being as lofty as a radio will have the desire to end his life. If you look at the beginning and the end, any life can be summarized as' birth 'and' death '.
There was a long section in between that could be omitted.
Cultivating Buddhism is a process and a way to kill time. Buddha said that there is a Nirvana Realm, and Buddha said that all living beings are equal. This is the general meaning.
The starting point and ending point of all living beings are the same. Only then will they be equal. "
Lord Zeng nodded and closed his eyes. The hatchet floated up and trembled around Lord Zeng. The instrument sensed the change in its master's state of mind and was cooperating.
Monk pushed open the floor-to-ceiling window and walked into the courtyard.
He looked up.
Fatso was sitting on top of his head.
His head was huge, and so was his body. He was like a statue of a god. Fatso's aura had broken through the low-level and reached the mid-level.
Fatso was enlightened by him. Monk knew that this was a benefit he had after merging with his previous life. Huiguo Monk's wisdom was more than enough to enlighten others. Although it might not be comparable to Old Fugui's nature-defying talent, it was enough.
Unfortunately, if Monk could enlighten Fatso, he could also enlighten Lord Zeng.
However, he couldn't enlighten Su Bai.
"Perhaps, he doesn't need Poor Monk's guidance," Monk said to himself. The monk muttered to himself, "Old Fugui only paved the way for him, but he didn't tell him where to go."
…
At this moment.
Su Bai's skin had changed from green and blood-red to white. Drops of white liquid dripped from Su Bai's body. Each drop carried a terrifying temperature. The ground under his feet had long been incinerated. The beautiful scenery had turned into a barren land full of potholes. Not even a blade of grass grew.
Su Bai was still kneeling on the ground. This battle was still going on. As long as he did not release Sauron, the battle between the two would not end.
Sauron walked the path of mechanical enhancement. He had almost reached the pinnacle. His body, his thoughts, his consciousness, the carrier of these elements and the mode of the carrier were also very different from ordinary listeners.
However, when Su Bai began to use the Ancient Zombie's Three Revolutions Spirit Refinement, Sauron suddenly felt a sense of loss.
Because at this moment.
He seemed to be unable to feel the devouring and fusion power that Su Bai had been using on him. It was as if Su Bai had completely given up.
His body, soul, and consciousness all became extremely relaxed.
At first, Sauron thought that this was a conspiracy. However, he soon realized that he could not find the point of the conspiracy at all. Then, he began to take over Su Bai's body.
Since Su Bai was no longer resisting, then he had to do his own thing. No matter what Su Bai was planning, Sauron believed that he could deal with it.
Sills, who had been watching from the balcony in the distance, gently flicked the railing with her fingers and looked up at the sky.
Su Bai's body began to twist. Sauron was modifying Su Bai's body according to his own appearance to make it fit into a posture that he was satisfied with. At the same time, he was waiting for Su Bai's next move. He did not believe that Su Bai would give him a body for no reason.
Sure enough, a terrifying vortex appeared in Su Bai's body. This vortex seemed to be able to melt everything. Consciousness, thoughts, anything that was invisible but real would become its prey.
The technique created by Old Fugui was naturally incomparably domineering.
At this moment, Sauron sensed an emotion called despair. He originally thought that staying in Su Bai's body, Su Bai could not really threaten his foundation, but he suddenly realized that he was wrong.
The next moment.
A white light suddenly descended.
It enveloped Su Bai.
To be exact, it enveloped Sauron in Su Bai's body.
The white light quickly disappeared and took Sauron away.
Su Bai stood where he was and slowly opened his eyes.
His father.
Still the same.
He was as stingy to his son as ever.
