Buddhism

"Chitong, you have been here for thousands of years, have you ever thought about leaving?" There were two teenagers lying under a towering tree with lush branches, one was dressed in red and had red hair, even his pupils were red.The bewitching face is alluring and scorching.

And the other one was dressed in Tsing Yi, with black hair and dark green pupils.He has a handsome appearance and a good temperament.His name was Qing Mo, and the person he called was the young man in red beside him.

He was the green pine tree that absorbed the spiritual power of the red fox and transformed into a human.This young man in red is the human form of the nine-tailed red fox.

In the wilderness of the mountains, Liao is uninhabited, and there are no other monsters except the two of them.The red fox is indifferent, and has no name after it takes human form.He was used to laziness, and he never thought of giving himself a name.His name is Chi Tong, which was given to him by the Green Pine Tree Demon.The name of the Qingsong tree demon is Qing Mo, which was chosen by the Qingsong tree demon himself.

The red fox is indifferent, dislikes these worldly rituals, and is very unwilling to bother to give himself a name.But the Qingpine tree demon felt that if the red fox kept calling him like this, it would be too unfamiliar, and it would not be enough to prove his friendship with him.

After much deliberation, it is better to choose a name. He racked his brains and thought about it for several days.The red fox is all red, even the pupils, and he likes his deep and enchanting red eyes the most.So he named him after the color of his pupils, as did he himself.

Chihu doesn't have any opinion on this, he doesn't care what name he calls, it's just a title.He has practiced for so long, and his originally indifferent mind has become more and more clear.

Later, the Qingsong tree demon called himself Qingmo, and called the red fox Chitong.After hearing this name for thousands of years, I am naturally used to it.Since then, Chitong has become the common name of the red fox.

The spring breeze was blowing on the face, and Chi Tong closed her eyes to feel the breeze blowing.He has already cultivated into a human form, but he has nowhere to go.It was the birthplace when he was a child. After being chased by wolves and fleeing desperately over several hills, he was in a panic, and his thoughts were confused and blurred.And because he had just opened his spiritual wisdom at that time, his memory was blurred due to physical and mental exhaustion, and he had already forgotten the original appearance of that place, let alone the way back.

"Have you ever thought about going to find the old monk's reincarnation?" Qing Mo asked, looking at the hole blocked by stones.

Chi Tong also looked over, her indifferent expression showed no emotion, she just said lightly: "I owe him a life, so I thought about going to him to pay it back. But at that time, my mind was still open, and my body was too fragile , I don’t even have time to remember the breath in his soul. And there is no other mark, how can I find him?”

Qing Mo pursed her lips and looked at the branches and green leaves above her head.Think about it too, how to find this?There is no mark or breath, so finding it like this is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Then he thought of Chitong's lack of spiritual power for many years, and said with regret: "But if you have been like this and can't let go of this obsession, it will be difficult to soar. With your current cultivation base, you are already a half Immortal, wouldn't it be a pity to waste time like this!"

Qing Mo turned his head to look at Chi Tong, and continued to stick his head: "Maybe one day I ascend, and you are still living such a boring life here, wasting your time."

Chi Tong raised the corners of her lips, and said very directly: "You are a green pine, and it took 1000 years to cultivate into a human form. If you want to cultivate into a fairy, it will take several thousand years."

"Then I have hope at least, as long as I work hard. And what about you? It's wasted like this, why do I feel a little wasteful?" Qing Mo was a little angrily.Even monsters want to ascend to immortality as soon as possible, this is the ultimate lifelong wish of their monster clan.Chitong has such a talent, but he is so indifferent and wasted in vain, it is really enviable and jealous.

"Let's go with the flow!" Chi Tong knew that Qing Mo was a warm-hearted person, and he didn't mind his noisy nature, so he just closed his eyes and planned to sleep for a while.The one thing he has done the most over the past thousand years is to sleep.

He thought, so what if he ascended to the rank of immortal, if he hadn't spent such endless years.Although he is a demon, he has never done anything harmful to nature.At his level of cultivation, as long as he doesn't take the initiative to cause trouble, most of the people in the world will take the initiative to trouble him.Even so, why bother to care about whether it is a fairy or a demon.

Seeing Chitong's eyes closed and falling asleep, Qing Mo knew that Chitong didn't want to talk more, and immediately felt bored and stopped talking.He sat up cross-legged, closed his eyes and settled down.He is not Chitong, he has the talent to enter the state of self-cultivation even when sleeping.Compared with Chitong, he is an ordinary or even clumsy immortal cultivator, so he must practice diligently if he wants to ascend faster.

Chitong closed her eyes and fell asleep, entering the sea of ​​her heart.The calm sea is sparkling, and the scenery of the sea and the sky is refreshing.Chi Tong used his arms as a pillow, his expression was indifferent, and the old god was there.With his eyes closed, he lay on the golden pill in his heart with his legs crossed.The golden core is huge, glowing with golden light, like a round of rising sun high above the sky, hanging above the sea of ​​hearts, the golden light shines brightly.

In an instant, there was a strange fluctuation in the sea of ​​hearts.Chi Tong suddenly opened his eyes, feeling a little uncomfortable, this was the first time he felt this way.

Suddenly a circular phantom appeared in front of him, and he saw a young monk being bullied by two ragged hooligans.The little monk was not tall, about five or six years old, with a palm-sized sallow face, with sunken cheeks, a pair of big black and white eyes staring vigilantly at the approaching hooligans. Hiding something behind his hands.

Without any suspense, the little monk was cornered.When his back was pressed against the solid wall, his heart felt as if he had fallen into ice, and the bone-piercing cold made him tremble physically and mentally.He knew what he wanted to protect, but he couldn't protect it after all.Living in a small alley with few people, no matter how much he yelled, he couldn't get anyone.

Seeing that the little monk had no choice but to retreat, the two hooligans showed greedy smiles. They immediately rushed forward, and they all attacked behind the little monk. Their purpose was obviously to grab the things that the little monk was protecting behind.

Their eyes were ferocious, their aura was ferocious, their mouths kept cursing, and they poured out all kinds of obscenities, and they didn't stop until they achieved their goals.They are like two mad dogs, without humanity at all.

The two quickly suppressed the young monk's body, and their four hands were chaotic, pulling and dragging the patched gray robe on the young monk's body. Several pieces of cloth were also torn off.A good robe was torn to pieces like this.

The little monk, who was unwilling to give up, resisted fiercely, rolling on the ground in a messy figure, and he was full of anger.Helpless, one person is no match for four hands, so he can only curl up in a ball, protect the things in his hands, and let them tear and beat them as much as they want, but they will not let go.

Fortunately, the eyes of the two hooligans were broken, and their bodies were obviously malnourished and lacked energy.There was no strength in the fists and feet, the little monk was not in so much pain, he clenched his teeth, and he refused to let go easily.

He tried his best to protect the things in his arms, but there was still a glimmer of hope in his heart, hoping that the two hooligans would let him go.But the two hooligans were not willing to give up, it was the hungry wolf who was as determined as meat, and there was no reason to give up if they didn't eat their mouths.

Although the two hooligans were short of energy, their fists were raining down, no matter how weak their strength was, they couldn't bear it if they had too much.The little monk originally looked thin and short, his body was not strong enough, so he had no ability to fight back.He gritted his teeth and struggled to avoid it for a long time, gradually the pain became unbearable, and he had more energy than he wanted.

Chitong frowned slightly, and it took a long time to realize that the thing the little monk was desperately protecting in his arms turned out to be a white flour steamed bun.

The two local hooligans took a lot of beatings to finally pick out the steamed buns that the little monk was protecting from his arms, and the two immediately shared the steamed buns and swallowed them.

After eating the steamed buns, the two smacked their mouths with unsatisfactory expressions.It was obviously not enough for two people to share one steamed bun when they were extremely hungry, so they cursed for a while before walking away top-heavy.

It didn't matter how desperate the little monk lying on the ground had tears in his eyes.

If there is peace and prosperity, they will never, and dare not treat a young monk like this.If ordinary people knew that they were bullying a young monk like this, they would probably be cast aside, annoyed and beaten severely, and then they would be kicked out of the town and ordered to never come back.

When ordinary people have a wish, they are very willing to worship the gods and pray for the power of the gods to realize their wishes.Monks are the most devout believers who are also closest to the gods, how can they be bullied by a group of hooligans.

Monks are the messengers of gods in the world, bullying monks is blaspheming their gods, and they are absolutely not allowed.

Furthermore, if the gods find out that their most devout believers are treated like this, which arouses the anger of the gods, maybe the whole town will be angered.What's more, this little monk is still a child, they can't bear it, it's a crime worthy of punishment.

But now is the year of famine, and I don't know how many people have starved to death.The lack of food for several months has already caused them to lose their conscience and belief in humanity. Now that they can have a bite to eat, let alone the little monk or the emperor Lao Tzu, they will not even blink their eyes.

To this day, most of the people in the towns where the famine occurred have died.The living are hungry, their stomachs are empty, their stomachs are empty, and they are in panic all day long.People prayed, cried, and even knelt down for a long time, but the gods seemed to have abandoned them, turning a deaf ear and being indifferent.

In the end, they were disheartened and lost confidence in the so-called Bodhisattvas, Living Buddhas, and gods who saved suffering and suffering. They were biting each other and doing whatever they could to survive.

At this time, they can't protect themselves, so naturally they have no time to take care of others.And these hooligans are even less concerned about the identity and age of the young monk.They are unscrupulous and ugly.

The little monk looked at the backs of the two who were going away, and the hatred in his heart was hard to calm down.I was very desperate: it was a steamed bun for my master to save my life. I got it with great difficulty, but it was snatched away like this.

When the little monk thought of the emaciated master lying in the temple, he immediately whined, crying so hard that he couldn't breathe.Hesitantly and helplessly thinking: the life-saving steamed buns are gone, and the master may not survive tonight, what should I do.

After crying for a while, the little monk felt dizzy and extremely tired.At this moment, he just wanted to lie on the spot, close his eyes and fall asleep.But when he thought of the master who was still waiting for him to go back in the temple, he held back his crying, wiped the tears all over his face with sobs, endured the pain all over his body, and stood up tremblingly.

He looked up at the sky with eyes full of tears, and saw the sun slanting to the west, and the afterglow of the afterglow, it was getting late.

In the evening, those who had some surplus food stayed at home, and he also knew that if he went back, he would get nothing, so he had better go back, and if he didn't go back, the master should be in a hurry.

The little monk limped and walked for more than an hour before returning to the temple holding his sore arm and slandered leg.After returning to his meditation room, he washed his face carefully and changed into clean clothes before he dared to go to his master's residence and visit him.

Chitong looked at the temple plaque: Qingming Temple.

He fixed his eyes and pondered for a moment, thinking: this scene appeared in the sea of ​​mind, could this young monk be the reincarnation of the old monk who saved him back then? .He couldn't help but think again: Could it be that there is a spirit in the sky, knowing that he has an unsolved problem, so this time is helping him and giving him a chance to repay the debt?

Chi Tong went out of her mind, looked at the cave where the old monk passed away, silently, and after thinking for a while, she understood.It's God's will, so let him do what is right.He muttered: "It seems that our chance is now."

Qing Mo has already entered the state of cultivation and it is not easy to disturb, Chi Tong left a message on the stone wall beside him.The general idea is: he went to find the reincarnation of the old monk, and he would come back in a few months at short time, or in a few years or decades at a long time.

With the name of Qingming Temple in his mouth, he went down the mountain.