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Just as the monk thought, the woman would feel distressed for three spoonfuls of food while lying on the hospital bed, and was so weak that she could only blink.

Finally left.

The world is impermanent. The monk once thought of this possibility. Things in this world are always not as satisfactory as expected.

But not in this way

If the doctor is invited, the woman's disease still cannot be cured and she just lets go.

The woman was probably relieved because her heavy burden was finally no longer on her young shoulders.

The little girl may cry for a while, but this little girl who is as tough as a weed will definitely not be knocked down by this. After enduring the blow of losing a loved one, she will definitely work harder to live a better life.

This is the result imagined by the monk.

The monk even thought for a moment, what if the little girl's wish came true?

When my mother recovers from her illness and my father returns home in rich clothes, this roadside weed may become a rare flower that is carefully cared for, and we will live happily ever after.

But the monk thought a lot and did not expect this result.

The woman must have left, there is no mistake about that.

But the earthen jar that should have appeared in the doctor's house unexpectedly appeared here. The little girl was not mourning in front of her mother's grave, but ran here.

Thank you Buddha

The monk has also seen countless believers who came to fulfill their vows. In the past, he only felt happy, but he has never felt as heart-wrenching as he does today.

Seeing this, the abbot on the side said: "This little benefactor has been coming to offer incense every day since a month ago. She first came to pray for her mother. She is a filial daughter.

But the benefactor's daily deeds and virtues should be rewarded with blessings. She really shouldn't be suffering from this disease in this world. Our Buddha is merciful and this land of bliss in the Western Heaven is just a good place for her. "The abbot was quite proud of himself. He went to eat from the jar where the little girl came out to support the newspaper. There were more than ten thousand coins in it. Judging from the girl's clothes, she didn't look like she came from a wealthy family. She must have spent all her wealth to contribute to my Buddha. Having such a devout believer under his rule, the uncle in his sect would definitely be happy to see him, and he couldn't help but give me a few words of advice to improve his cultivation.

From now on, I, the Buddha, will have more ways to save all sentient beings.

But just when the abbot was feeling complacent, the monk's body suddenly trembled.

He had roughly thought of this when he saw the little girl. The details from the abbot's mouth confirmed his idea, but it didn't make him lose weight.

The reason for his trembling was that the little girl had already seen him.

The little girl clasped her hands together, kowtowed three more times to the Buddha statue, and walked slowly towards Monk Pudu.

When Monk Pudu saw the little girl walking towards him, he subconsciously took a few steps back, as if this devout believer who was walking slowly was some kind of ferocious beast.

The little girl stepped forward, looked at the monk, still clasped her hands, and just made a Buddhist salute to the monk, but she no longer looked like she was holding his sleeves in an intimate manner.

Only then did the monk suddenly remember that the little girl had not pulled his sleeve to talk to him for a long time. She had only crossed her legs and listened to his sermons. The day after day of sermons made the little girl's face become more pious. The monk She was so happy in her heart that she thought that her act of salvation was quite effective. She actually forgot that this young girl should be lively and laughing, and that such a peaceful expression should only be seen by those who are worthy of the mortal world.

"Master, Eminem has gone to the Western Bliss. I want to become a monk. Does the Buddha want me?"

Before Monk Pudu could recover, the abbot beside him was already beaming with joy. The devout believer was seeking refuge, and he happened to be bumped into by this uncle.

Although the uncle seemed to know the young benefactor, if there were believers who converted, they would be in the area under his jurisdiction, so his contribution to the education was unavoidable. Furthermore, the young uncle came from that temple. , after returning home, you only need to mention his Dharma name once when recounting the experience and experience, which is enough to make him suffer endlessly.

Moreover, this uncle's Buddhist name is Pudu, which is not an ordinary seniority ranking. I think it is also extraordinary in that temple.

If it weren't for the need to maintain good manners and the insurmountable limit, he would have agreed in advance.

It's just that this kind of thing requires the uncle to speak.

The monk was stunned after hearing this, but he did not dare to speak again.

This was supposed to be a happy event, but when the monk looked at the little girl's eyes, he felt a pent-up anger that was about to come out. He was so upset that he wanted to use the lion's roar skill to vent his anger before he could give up.

The monk's breathing became rapid, but just when he was about to shout, the little girl's eyes suppressed the air in his heart again, making him feel even more suffocated. At this time, his opened mouth Not even the slightest sound could be made.

The little girl was not impatient after asking the question, she was just waiting for the monk's response, but she was completely different from the time when she was lively and laughing after emerging from the shadows. When we first saw him, the agile and intelligent light was no longer there, only a look of piety.

But this pious look was like the shadow of a demon, deformed and twisted in the monk's eyes, turning into two ferocious characters.

妖邪

It was not that the little girl had any evil spirits, the aura around the little girl was bright and clear, and there was nothing sneaky lurking around.

But the monk is clear, deeply clear.

A fact that he had never dared to think about before.

The piety on the little girl's face is not even the slightest bit different from those who have been enchanted by evil spells and fallen into evil traps.

The little girl has never been to a private school and has never been well-informed. It is only natural for people to come to the temple to pray for her parents. There may be some reasons for this.

There's nothing wrong with this one.

But others don't know it, but Pudu knows it clearly. Those who come to ask for Buddha's blessing are just asking for peace of mind. If they want to be cured, they still need to follow this method of discriminating yellow.

Monk Pudu had not mastered the art of Qihuang, but he knew that there was a group of people in the temple who specialized in this art. They often used their skills to diagnose and treat illnesses in believers' homes, but they never showed their whereabouts.

The rescued people only thought it was the Buddha's blessing.

The little girl dedicated the pot of healing property to the Buddha, just to bless her mother, and there was nothing to blame.

But Monk Pudu felt a big mountain pressing on him.

He had never practiced the art of Qihuang, but he knew a little bit about it. Naturally, although the little girl's mother was seriously ill, it was just because she had been ill for a long time and had no way to nourish her body, so although there was a slight chance of recovery, There is nothing God can do, but as long as you are willing to spend money on treatment, it is not a terminal illness.

If the pot of wealth had gone to the doctor, it is unlikely that the female donor would have been able to get out of bed and move around.

Now he is dead.

Even though no one blamed him at this time, there was no big difference.

Did he actually take a life?

If this was the result of the girl's own fault, Monk Pudu would not suffer much and would only chant the Buddha's name and lament the impermanence of the world.

But he remembered the scriptures he had read to the little girl during that time that were mixed with Buddha's power.

The Master once said: The Heart Sutra is used to teach believers to understand the scriptures written by our Buddha.

Thinking about it now, I was sweating profusely and felt like I had fallen into an ice cellar.

Thinking of the word evil that I saw in a trance, it was clearly talking about him.

After a long time, the monk said dryly:

"The poor monk is ashamed"