The old monk had a shy sense of what had happened at the beginning, and seemed to want to talk to me about the events at that time, and his eyes were full of many complicated looks.

The most obvious is regret.

“You asked me if I was Gatham... in fact, you asked right...” The old monk smiled and said in an inexplicable sadness: “most of my body has become Gatham, and as long as I take a step forward, I will really become an enemy of Buddha.”

With this answer, I was a little relieved.

“I have heard the Buddhas say that Gatzen is unconscious, and there is basically no other consciousness other than the constant slaughter of Buddhists.”As I spoke, I looked carefully at the old monk and whispered, “You still have consciousness, you can leave my hand on me, indicating that you...”

Without waiting for me to finish, the old monk smiled and waved his hand and said that it was fast.

“My consciousness is being swallowed by something else, I can feel...” The old monk said, raising his hand, looking at the red lines on his arm, and his eyes became more and more helpless: “When I completely lost consciousness, I really became Gatham, and by then...”

With that, the old monk turned back coldly, and the murky old eyes seemed to be moist, and he looked at the sitting image of Shakyamuni.

“Buddha, if the disciple really becomes a demon... you must not blame me... the disciple is also invincible...”

At the beginning, the old school was killed in the temple, and I did not know the details of the whole thing, but I could guess.

Judging from what the old monk said before, the old religion and his war should have occupied a certain advantage.

They can both delay the old monk and divide the hands and find an opportunity to release the monster suppressed under the temple.

Although the old monk was not necessarily in danger in the face of the six prophets, he resolutely chose another way and threw out the pieces.

The path he chose was the path that most Buddhists feared.

This is what the Buddha said.

Stand up to Satan.

Repenting on one’s faith is the least Buddhist can do and the least willing to make a decision.

But the old man did that.

“Little Lord, do you think I’m wrong?”The old man asked me coldly.

At this time, his eyes were red, and his eyes were indescribable.

"You are right."

I say every word comes from the heart.

"The body is a demon, the heart is a Buddha."I said word for word: "The great mercy, fearlessness, and nothing more than this, Buddha Can have disciples like you, he is happy!"

“Really?”The old monk tugged my arm violently, perhaps a little emotional, and the strength of the opponent was not very well grasped, and my bones were pounding: “Do I really think so?

“Why disappointed?”I asked, although the arm hurts, but I was still very reluctant, squeezed out a smile, comforted: "The most important spirit of the Buddha family, is the ferryman, you resist the old religion of the debris, did not let the temple under the suppression of the monster escape, you are crossing thousands of people, this is the place of your great mercy."

Hearing me say this, the old monk paused for a moment, and his eyes were no longer so nervous, he did not make a sound, and listened to my next words.

In fact, I can see that this monk's ability is bigger and how great things he has done, he also needs the recognition of others and the comfort of others.

After all, he is a man, not a saint.

“You can set up a compassionate heart, become a demon in the flesh, and be willing to transform into a cataclysmmon for the suppression of the underground...” I whispered, “Such a monk is the Buddha’s favorite disciple, compassionate, fearless, and can ignore the consequences and save people...”

At this time, the old monk suddenly asked me: "The Buddha often said that the bitter sea is boundless, the back is the shore, the little benevolence, do you think that people like me can still go back to the shore?"

"The sea of bitterness is back on the shore, so what is the other side of the sea of bitterness?"I asked the old monk a word.

Hearing this question, he was also a little confused, frowning for a moment, said, do not know.

“Have you ever thought that the opposite of the bitter sea is the spiritual mountain that the Buddha’s disciples read?”I asked tentatively, and the words of the bodhisattva who had talked to me, copied it and moved it out: "I don't see the sea of suffering, I don't know the suffering of sentient beings, I don't want to cross the sea, how can I cross people's own land?"

The old monk seemed to understand the meaning of my words, and his eyes gradually lit up, no longer so much bitterness, but there was an indescribable excitement.

“Eating fast to the Buddha does not necessarily become a Buddha, but if you have the courage to seek the truth in the sea of suffering, give up your physical birth, strengthen your Buddha-heart, and make great wishes with great compassion...”

At this point, I paused a little, recalled the words of the bodhisattva, and repeated it without a word.

“After the death, it will become a Buddha.”

The old monk looked up and looked at me in disbelief, with doubts and inscruntly hopeful, “How do you know this?”

"A high Buddha said."I laughed, "Don't worry, I can't lie to you in this."

Even if that is to say, whether the old monk can become a Buddha after his death is still an unknown, and even I myself am doubting the authenticity of those words that the bodhisattva said.

He has not died, he has not experienced the process of death, how does he know that this can become a Buddha?

But now I have no other way but to comfort the old monk with a real reason, so as not to fluctuate his mood.

If he really is in a hurry and loses his reason, then his mother will...

“So that you can become a Buddha?You’re not going to lie to me, are you?”The old monk stared at me, watching some tension.

“If you do not cross the sea of suffering, do not know that all beings are suffering, do not see the suffering beings of the sea, and do not know the five evil worlds that are extremely evil.”I said in a low voice, "Those who walk in the bitter sea, bravery, who are afraid of the sea, who can cross themselves in the sea of suffering, that is the great wisdom that Buddha most admires."

"Understood!I understand!"

The old monk laughed without warning.

Laughing can't stand upright, the old tears are horizontal, its voice is so loud that even this ancient temple located in the ground is trembling.

I was very close to him, he smiled so coldly, I only felt that the eardrums were about to explode, and the pain of drilling my brain.

“What is a Buddha, what a demon is, all is false!”

“The devil does good deeds, and the Buddha has evil deeds and demons, but it is just a line, a line of separation!”

“As long as the Buddha is in the heart, I will never fall into the magic path!

The old monk should not have been so happy for a long time, to be honest, I think he is a little paranoid, in those key points, he always want to understand.

Since he does all this “cause” is good, then why is “evil” saying?

Even if he becomes a gamma, a real Buddha enemy, all these karma will be carried on the old religious people, and it has nothing to do with him.

Maybe it’s because the spectators are clear.

He did not want to understand the problem, now after I said so, should be open, but also want to understand.

When the old monk was calmer, I approached, couldn't help but be curious, and asked the question I wanted to ask at the beginning.

"Old man, what kind of monster is the one that is suppressed under the temple?"I said, adding another question: "The temple was also built because of the monster."Have you seen it?”

The old monk nodded, saying that he had seen it more than once.

"Whenever I close my eyes, whether I meditate or I close my eyes and keep my eyes, I can see it."The old monk said, and his eyes began to choke up: "If you want to see it, you can see it by closing your eyes."

“Is it outside?” he snapped.

“In the ground.”The old monk said, patting the brick on the ground with his hand: "Go deeper under the temple."

“How can I see it?”I wondered, “Is the monster invisible?”Or is it the same as the soul-like evil, which cannot be seen with the naked eye?”

Hearing this question, the old monk could not help but be silent, as if he were trying to answer me.

After half a minute, the old monk spoke, pressed his voice, and said to me in a low voice.

“Its body is underground, but it... it’s everywhere!”