I am a fairy

Chapter 112 Black Lithops Hell
When he woke up, the monk was already on shore.

The wind and rain hit his face and he felt a strong discomfort in his stomach. The monk got up and started vomiting.

But at the same time, he also noticed the light beside him.

"lights?"

"Who's holding the lantern?"

The monk turned his head and saw the lamp.

It was a glass lamp. The wind and rain hit the lamp and drops of water dripped down along the glass, but even so, it did not affect the brightness of the lamp at all.

There is a colorfully painted dragon flying in the clouds on the lampshade, and it is so exquisite that even if you put it close to your face, you can't see the slightest flaw.

The inscription reads: "A flying dragon in the sky."

The lampshade slowly turned, and the dragon side turned over. There was still a dragon on the other side, but the dragon was depicted flying in the wind and rain.

The inscription reads: "Wind and rain come together."

The monk was considered knowledgeable, but he was still surprised when he saw this thing.

"This lamp?"

"No, what is this?"

The monk was originally attracted by the exquisite glass lamp, but suddenly, he found a pair of hairy thighs as thick as pillars under the lamp.

The monk's eyes widened, his pupils contracted, and he immediately looked up towards the light.

at last.

He saw what the thing holding the lamp was.

The monk didn't say anything, but his eyes widened even more.

He immediately leaned back, his hands involuntarily pressed behind him to support his body, and his legs curled up in the mud as he tried to move backwards.

Because the person in front of him was not a human at all.

But it was a tall, pitch-black ghost.

The ghost held a glass lamp in one hand and wore a black helmet. His eyes, ears and nose were not visible, only a big mouth with scarlet lips.

In addition, the ghost also held a large black umbrella to block the wind and rain above his head just like a human.

The two mirror-like lights that appeared on both sides of the Yangtze River just now were not an illusion. One of the lights was held high by the monks' disciples in the straw hut.

At another stop, ghosts and gods hold lanterns to clear the way for the dragon.

"what?"

Of course the monk didn't react for a moment, he just stared at the ghost's face.

The ghost has no face, and the black helmet on its head seems to have merged with it. The smooth mirror surface without any blur reflects the monk's terrified face, and the monk can see it clearly.

Just because of the curvature of the smooth surface, his face appeared distorted and hideous.

But after seeing his own ugly appearance, the monk slowly came to his senses.

"Isn't this the ghost I'm looking for?"

"Why do you act like this after seeing a ghost?"

"Hasn't this poor monk become like Mr. Ye who loves dragons?"

The monk finally calmed down, sat up, and bowed to the ghost to express his gratitude.

"Ghost, but you saved me?"

The ghosts and gods did not speak, but just looked at him quietly.

The monk asked again: "But the gods and Buddhas sent you here, and all the things that happened before were tests for me?"

The ghost still didn't speak. The only sounds in the air were the rain, the wind, and the crackling sound of the rain falling on the black umbrella.

In the wind and rain, the monk knelt before the ghosts and gods, clasped his hands together and asked devoutly.

"May I ask the gods and ghosts if I have passed?"

The monk thought that he was sincere and that he had been fearless throughout his journey, moving forward courageously without fear of life or death.

Even when his life was hanging by a thread in the face of strong winds and huge waves, he remained calm.

And since the dragon appeared for him and the gods and ghosts came to his rescue, he should have passed the test!
The monk had a serious and solemn expression on his face.

But in my heart, I couldn't help but feel secretly happy.

The ghost was watching the monk quietly, and finally moved at this time.

"Zizzizi!"

Accompanied by a burst of noisy and strange sounds, the ghosts suddenly spoke.

The voice was different from that of an ordinary person. It sounded like a human voice, but it also had a sense of unreality.

It seems very close, but when you listen carefully it seems far away.

The "ghost" spoke.

"You talk about cultivating your mind, but in the end your mind becomes confused and obsessed, because you only listen to what you think and not what others say."

"You say you are sincere, but you are only sincere to yourself and don't care what others think."

"You said you wanted to save all living beings, but you couldn't even save three thieves."

The voice of "ghosts and gods" is like a loud bell, penetrating into the ears.

"If you don't save sentient beings while you are alive, you will go to hell to save sentient beings."

"You speak with confidence and are eloquent, but you accomplish nothing."

"He has high aspirations and thinks highly of himself, but his achievements and virtues are low."

"What are you testing for?"

The monk looked as if struck by lightning, his face as if he had lost his parents.

"I...I...I..."

The ghost no longer paid any attention to him and turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

In the darkness, there seemed to be some other huge creature making noises, but it was impossible to see clearly in the stormy night, and the strange sound was gradually covered up.

The monk didn't dare to chase or ask.

He was so ashamed that he dared not raise his head. He made a cross with his hands and lowered his head deeply.

Although the gods and Buddha did not appear, and only a ghost responded to him, he believed that it must be the gods and Buddha who asked him to convey the message to him.

In the monk's opinion.

It turns out that from beginning to end, "Gods and Buddhas" were really watching him, paying attention to his every word and action.

However, what was different from what the monk had imagined was that, from what the ghosts and gods said, the "gods and Buddhas" did not care at all about his so-called spiritual cultivation, nor did they care about his so-called sincerity.

"You speak with confidence and are eloquent, but you accomplish nothing."

"He has high aspirations and thinks highly of himself, but his achievements and virtues are low."

The monk lowered his head and kept chanting these two sentences.

The more I thought about it, the more it connected to the first half of his life.

The monk was well versed in Buddhist philosophy and no one could defeat him in a debate. This was how he became famous and was regarded as a man of great eloquence.

But apart from this, he has never accomplished anything great, and can be said to have achieved nothing.

He had lofty ambitions and always dreamed of introducing Buddhism to the homes of emperors and generals, and then rising to fame overnight. He used the emperors and generals to realize his own ambitions and ideals. He could be said to be ambitious and conceited.

just.

Going around in circles for many years.

If I ask myself honestly, I have indeed not done anything meritorious, so my merits are shallow and my virtues are thin.

And the ghost said: "You said you wanted to save all living beings, but you couldn't even save three thieves."

The monk was so embarrassed that his face turned red and his whole body was excited, as if a sharp knife was stabbing his heart.

Feeling ashamed, the monk also had a flash of enlightenment.

"turn out to be."

"All the tests that I guessed before were wrong."

“The gods and Buddhas are not testing my state of mind, nor are they testing my sincerity and determination. Instead, they are testing how I do things.”

"Those three thieves are the test given to me by the gods and Buddhas!"

"What the gods and Buddhas want to see is whether I can do things, and whether I really have the heart to save all living beings. If I really do, and I can't even save three thieves, how can I save all living beings?"

"It's a pity that I still feel angry. I guess my ugly behavior has already been seen by the gods and Buddhas. I deserve not to pass the test."

At this point, the monk still believed that the gods and Buddhas had wanted to test him, but were disappointed in them later.

Otherwise, why would they pay attention to him and send the dragons from the rivers and streams and the ghosts from the mountains to rescue him?

"What virtue and ability do I have, Konghui?"

After figuring out what was going on, the monk knelt on the ground.

"Thanks to the gods and Buddha for their enlightenment."

"I have realized it."

At this moment, he had already determined that Yun Zhongjun was the god who came to the world.

Buddha is the Enlightened One. Who else but Buddha could have such great wisdom and be able to guide and enlighten him like the bright moon in the clouds?
-
In the cabin of the space station, Jiang Chao was looking at the screen.

The monk knelt in the wind and rain, his robe wet with rain, and he clasped his hands together and kowtowed devoutly.

"I have realized it."

The big river, the slanting wind, the drizzle, the monks, and the distant shadow of the ghost holding the lantern, everything is frozen into one picture.

If you don’t know, you might think he is going to become a Buddha right now.

The picture was pulled out from the screen and fell on "Yun Zhongjun" who was wrapped in a blanket.

Jiang Chao: "How did he realize it again?"

There’s nothing you can do about it; some people in this world are just very “intelligent”.

This monk seems to have a certain gift of enlightenment and has to attain enlightenment several times a day. Fortunately, there are no real gods or Buddhas in this world, otherwise he would have gone to heaven.

Wangshu: "What did he realize?"

Jiang Chao: "How should I know?"

Wangshu: "You people are really weird."

Jiang Chao: "It's this monk who is weird."

Wangshu: "That Taoist priest is also a little crazy."

Jiang Chao: "If you are not crazy or evil, how can you be a cultivator?"

Wangshu: "Fortunately, we don't play that game."

Jiang Chao: "Didn't you say you were a deity? That's also considered practicing this, right?"

Wangshu: "We are into science, mechanical ascension, electronic immortality."

This science seems weird?

No matter what, the flower-picking monk at least temporarily let go of his obsession with attacking the Netherworld Hell, and it seemed that he had one less trouble.

but.

What "Yun Zhongjun" and "Wangshu" didn't know was that all this made the monk who picked flowers even more convinced that Yun Zhongjun was the incarnation of Buddha.

Instead, it made the monk more obsessed with certain aspects. I don't know whether it saved some trouble or caused more trouble.

But the scene finally moved away from the monk by the river and fell on the Ghost No. 2 Mandrill and the intelligent engineering vehicle.

I saw.

The construction vehicle was driving on the road, using various robotic arms with constantly changing and adding tools to clear obstacles along the way, advancing quickly in the night.

The ghosts and gods followed closely behind, investigating the various situations around them.

Finally, they arrived at a slope in the deep mountains and old forests. It was deserted and there was not even a single person in sight.

but.

There is a swamp nearby, which is connected to a tributary of the Yangtze River.

Another mandrill, Ghost God No. 1, was standing on the slope, already waiting for them.

"Bang!"

"Buzz!"

"Boom!"

A large number of various parts were unloaded from the huge intelligent engineering vehicle, and the mandrill also came forward to help speed up the progress.

Then these parts were assembled one by one, and finally turned into machines on this empty slope.

Then, the machines started moving again on their own, as if the dead objects had souls of their own.

The buttons on the machine lit up unconsciously and began to adjust their directions automatically.

I was not very skilled at the beginning, but later on, I became faster and faster.

"start up!"

The construction plan of the Black Asphalt Hell has officially begun.
-
Outside Lucheng.

Tenryuji Temple.

Not long after dawn, the Monk Picking Flowers finally returned with his disciples.

When the people from Tianlong Temple came to greet them, they saw that the Monk Picking Flowers and the disciples were no longer the same as they were yesterday. They all looked high-spirited, with some excitement in their eyes.

Although he had experienced great ups and downs, the Monk had even experienced the brink of life and death.

But at least in the end, the Monk Picking Flowers saw the legendary rivers and streams, as well as the gods and ghosts in the mountains and forests.

The abbot of Tianlong Temple stepped forward and said, "Master, have you gained anything after traveling for several days?"

The other monks also put down their work, stepped forward to pay their respects, and looked at the monk with anticipation.

The monk bowed in return: "Although I have not been able to complete my mission, I have lived up to everyone's expectations."

Now, the monks of Tianlong Temple also became agitated and asked one after another.

"Master, what did you see?" "Master, tell me something!"

"Tell me about it."

As soon as the Monk Picking Flower opened his mouth, the monks of Tianlong Temple were shocked.

"A thousand people look at the Buddha, and the Buddha has a thousand faces."

"The Lord of the Clouds is the Lord of the Clouds in this southern part, but he came from another place. According to my guess, he was once my Samana Buddha."

The monks: “Ah?”

Host: “Are you serious?”

The Monk Picking the Flower did not hide anything and told the whole story of what he had done, seen and heard during this trip.

He also told the monks everything he had speculated about at the beginning and all the embarrassing situations he had faced.

Finally, when the monk picked up the flower and told the story of how he fell into the river and met a dragon, and was rescued by ghosts and gods.

"A dragon, it really is a dragon!"

"That's true. We saw it by the river last time."

"It is made of earth and rocks, weighing more than ten thousand pounds, and it moves across the river, with wind and rain following it. Now that Master Konghui has seen it, he must be right."

"I have seen a dragon in Tianlong Temple, but I don't know when I can see the flying dragon in the sky."

The monk holding the flower truthfully told the embarrassment of his trip and finally said.

"I am not a good monk, so I cannot complete this journey."

"But this time I have also been enlightened by the gods and Buddhas, and I know how to practice. When my merits are complete in the future, I will naturally come back to ask the Buddha for enlightenment."

Host: "Master, why do you say that the monk in the cloud came from another place and was once my Samana Buddha?"

The monk holding the flower said: "If you are not related to my Buddhist sect, how could you enlighten me? And how did the dragon of Jiangchuan and the ghosts and gods happen to save me?"

Many monks in Tianlong Temple nodded: "Yes, yes!"

The host also agreed: "This is all due to the Master's karma!"

The monk holding the flower showed shame on his face: "It's a pity that I haven't practiced enough and haven't been able to obtain the Dharma. I still need to be tempered more in this world!"

The abbot advised: "Although the master did not obtain the Dharma on this trip, he was enlightened by the gods and Buddhas. He has already entered the eyes of the gods and Buddhas. He will surely have great fortune in the future."

If it weren't for the final appearance of the dragon and the gods, the story of this monk would have been nothing more than the story of a foolish man and a foolish monk.

But there was the dragon, the appearance of ghosts and gods, and the words that the ghosts and gods said at the end.

Suddenly, the story took on a different flavor.

It has become a story full of advice for people to stop talking nonsense and do good deeds with their feet on the ground.

The foolish monk suddenly turned into an enlightened person.

This earthly world.

Any eminent monk or great master who does not have such stories and experiences cannot be called a great master.

Now, after hearing this, the monks looked at the flower-picking monk and he seemed different. There seemed to be golden light coming from his body and he looked no longer worldly.

"With the guidance of gods and Buddhas, the mage is truly extraordinary."

"What a great fortune, what a great fortune!"

"One day he will surely..."

Inside the temple hall, the disciples of the Monk who holds the flower were no longer dejected. Although they bowed their heads and clasped their hands together, they all had an expression of pride on their faces.

It seems that if you go out and get embarrassed, and then get scolded by the gods and Buddhas, it is not a shameful thing, but a glorious thing.

Yes, look at those other monks.

Most people want to be scolded by gods and Buddhas, and to embarrass themselves in front of them, so much so that gods and Buddhas won’t even bother to look at you!
-
Several thieves in Xihe County Jail stole something.

Originally, he was to be caned seventy times and sentenced to hard labor.

In the prison, three thieves were squatting in the corner.

moan and groan.

He said that he was afraid that he could not withstand the seventy strokes of the cane and was going to die in this prison. Hard labor was not a good thing either. It was definitely the hardest and most tiring job. If he didn't die, he would be skinned alive.

As a result, the prison was opened one day and the officers dragged them out.

"get out!"

The three of them were overjoyed and turned around and shouted.

"You're letting us go now?"

"Not seventy years old?"

"No more forced labor?"

But after throwing it out, I didn’t have time to be happy.

They were tied up again and taken to the river and put on a boat.

The three thieves seemed to recognize one of them, who was one of the monks who chanted sutras under the Jiangbi Divine Cave, the disciple of the Monk Picking Flowers.

The thieves panicked instantly, thinking that the other party was trying to take revenge on them and sink them into the river.

They shouted and howled loudly.

"What are you doing?"

"Let me tell you, the court has its own laws and rules. If you kill someone, you must pay with your life!"

"That's right, that's right. So many people were watching us just now, watching us leave the city together. It was in full view of everyone!"

"Think it over carefully, don't go astray."

The three thieves were terrified and kept trying to persuade the monk.

say what.

Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately.

Repent and turn back.

But the monk ignored them three times. The three men were tied up tightly. They rolled around like worms and tried to escape, but they lay on the side of the boat and saw...

Although it was broad daylight and the sea was calm, Jiang Xin and his men were helpless and no one could get any help. Even if they cried out to the sky, it was useless.

There is no way to escape, falling into the water means death.

at last.

The boat crossed the river and reached the other side.

The Monk Picking Flowers was waiting for them on the shore, with a smile on his face and a kind look.

The three thieves were dragged ashore and immediately shouted.

"Master, Master, please do not seek personal revenge."

"You have taken all the things back, so there is no need to bother with a dirty person like me."

"Monk, please be compassionate!"

The monk holding the flower put his hands together and said: "Don't panic. I came to you because I am compassionate."

The thieves looked at each other in bewilderment: "What is the Master trying to do?"

The monk holding the flower said: "I have given you three a great blessing. When I think of the three of you being born as human beings but ending up in such a situation, and the troubles in your hearts, I am really worried and can't sleep at night."

The thieves were delighted and said, "What good fortune? Could it be that the master saw that the three of us were in trouble and wanted to help us?"

The monk holding the flower shook his head and said, "It is better to teach a man how to fish than to give him a fish. I am going to help you three from the root. I want you to stop being those hideous and ferocious ghosts and start a new life as human beings."

The three of them looked confused.

What the hell is this? I don't understand anything.

But soon they understood what it meant.

The three thieves were taken to Tianlong Temple, had their heads shaved, and their three thousand strands of troubles were removed.

The monk told them that from now on they should not be attached to the worldly affairs any more, and should practice Buddhism wholeheartedly here, and he would let them go only after they had achieved success.

The three thieves looked bitter: "How do we know if we have succeeded in cultivation?"

The monk holding the flower said: "I say that cultivation is accomplished, then it is considered accomplished."

The master said, "There are ten precepts for Buddhist novice monks: do not kill, do not steal, do not commit adultery, do not lie, and do not drink alcohol. You should have heard of these five precepts."

"The first of the five precepts is not to wear or adorn oneself with perfume or flowers. This precept means that one should not dress extravagantly, and it is to prevent us from having extravagant thoughts."

"No singing, dancing, watching or listening to music. This precept is to allow us to concentrate on our practice and stay away from worldly disturbances."

“Don’t sit on a high and wide bed. You should cultivate your mind all the time. Then you will naturally live a simpler life.”

"Don't eat at the wrong time, eat at the right time, and let us control ourselves."

"Don't hoard gold, silver, and treasures, so that we won't be greedy for worldly things."

When the thieves heard this, they felt a black screen before their eyes. They could not eat meat, commit adultery, drink alcohol, or even speak nonsense.

If we abandon all kinds of entertainment in life and can’t even save money, what’s the point of living?

It would be better to beat them to death with seventy strokes of the cane, or to send them to forced labor; at least there is still hope.

"But you, of course, cannot follow this commandment."

The thieves nodded one by one and said.

"The three of us are just ordinary people, we cannot accept this commandment."

"Yes, yes."

"The wizard is indeed reasonable."

The monk shook his head and said seriously.

"I have high hopes for you. How can these ten precepts of a novice monk help you achieve great fortune?"

"What I want you to observe is the bhikkhu precepts."

Thief: "What are the bhikkhu precepts?"

The thief who was called the master was smarter: "How many precepts does this bhikkhu have?"

The monk smiled and said, "Not many, not many. Only about 250."

When these words were spoken, the three thieves were stunned.

The Ten Commandments already made people feel like they couldn't survive, and these two hundred and fifty commandments were unimaginable.

The monk waved his hand and arranged for his disciples to take the three people into the meditation room: "Go down first, copy the 250 precepts for monks 3,000 times, and recite them 3,000 times."

As soon as he finished speaking, he added: "After copying, copy another 300 volumes of scriptures, and then..."

The people below asked: "After this, will we be successful?"

Another: "Let us go?"

Monk: "Then we will start the next round of practice."

The thief couldn't even read and was forced to copy the precepts for three days. If he didn't copy well or dared to be lazy, he would be punished.

especially.

The monk in charge of the precepts had a ferocious face and showed no mercy when he attacked. The three men were in great pain.

After two days of eating white porridge and green vegetables, I had to get up before dawn every morning to do morning lessons, and then do evening lessons at night, day after day.

The beating of the wooden fish makes me dizzy, my lips become sore from reciting the scriptures, and my legs become numb from meditating.

In addition, they also have to fetch water, chop firewood, and grow vegetables and crops.

If these three people had such perseverance and could endure such hardship, why would they become thieves?

Finally, the three of them couldn't stand it anymore.

They found an opportunity and tried to escape at night.

As a result, they were caught as soon as they went out. The monks had been keeping an eye on the three of them!
The monk picking flowers and his six disciples paid close attention to the studies and practice of the three men, as these three thieves were named by the gods and Buddhas.

If these three evil guys are not converted into people who are wholeheartedly committed to doing good, abide by the precepts and rules, and have virtues comparable to those of saints and sages.

How can they complete their meritorious deeds?

The monks would not give up unless they succeeded.

The disciple of the Monk Picking the Flower stood at the door, staring at them viciously, turning into a furious Vajra.

"Bah."

"It seems that the three of you have not yet gotten rid of your evil roots and are stubborn and unrepentant!"

"Fuck me."

The leading thief secretly saw this and wanted to resist, to let the monks know that he was not someone to be trifled with.

"If a tiger doesn't show its might, you think I'm a sick cat. I've tolerated you for a long time. Today, I'm going to kill you. No one can stop me."

"Gods who stand in the way will be killed; Buddhas who stand in the way will be killed."

The thief let out a howl and rushed out.

As a result, dozens of monks rushed out of Tianlong Temple, each holding a stick and clamped the three people.

The leading monk jumped up and hit the leader on the forehead with a mighty dragon move, which immediately made him see stars and fall to his knees.

As their escape attempt failed, the three were punished to copy Buddhist scriptures all night long.

The green lamp flickers, accompanied by the ancient Buddha.

After copying this one, there is the next one.

There is no end.

The three thieves with shaved heads were filled with remorse. They regretted how they had been bewitched that day and targeted this group of monks who were more vicious than ghosts and gods.

Killing people is not the right path. These monks don’t kill people, but they destroy their hearts!

If they could be freed one day, they would never dare to steal from monks again even if they were beaten to death.

No, I won't steal again.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

(End of this chapter)