【Wine Ci】Ksitigarbha Statue

The onmyoji who came to Echigoji Temple for help stayed on Mount Ibuki for three days.During the day, he searched for clues of monsters, and at night he lived in Echigo Temple.During the period, the monks of Dongmi also heard about this time and sent a mage to come over. It was originally a debate exchange between the monks of Dongmi and the monks of Taimi, and the young monk naturally went to greet him as the son of God.I just don't want to go back to the temple, everyone was killed by monsters, only Yu Shenzi survived.

But after all, the place where the accident happened was in the territory of Mount Ibuki.The boundaries guarded by temples are often more peaceful than other places.This kind of vicious incident has not happened to Ibuki Mountain for decades, and this time the incident will be even worse, which is enough to make all mages terrified.

Three days of searching were fruitless, and the Onmyoji left the mountain.For the remaining few days, the defense was heavily guarded, but the ghost aura that could be sensed before was nowhere to be seen.Human beings are easily fatigued and conceited animals, and soon there are victorious rumors that "the monster must have been scared away by us".It takes longer to preside over doubts, but it is impossible for the monks sent out at the foot of Ibuki Mountain to stay on the mountain all the time because of the invisible monsters. The Zhuangzi area under the mountain belongs to Echigo Temple and they always need them to maintain order.In addition, it was time for the folk lectures on Buddhism, so the abbot had to give up and only visited the young monk a few times to see his injuries.

"There is no hindrance to travel." The little monk told the abbot.

"I still have to let you go to the Buddhist meeting this time. It will be of great help to your practice." The abbot said kindly, "But since your injury is not yet fully recovered, you can go with you, and let your senior brother take care of meditation. .”

As soon as the old monk explained clearly and turned around to leave, Ibaraki rolled over from the beam.In the past few days, the temple was heavily guarded, and he could no longer go out at will. He just hid in the side room where the young monk lived, and during the day he turned into a monk to watch his daily classes.For ghosts, this is almost a boring and bizarre experience.Fortunately, Ibaraki is still in high spirits, as if he is a person who knows the result. Looking back at the seeds sprouting and growing, he suddenly realizes that everything is traceable.For example, watching a young monk practice calligraphy and reading, Ibaraki thought that this is why my friend is so knowledgeable and wise!For example, watching a young monk practice martial arts, Ibaraki felt that it is no wonder my friend's moves are so flexible and powerful.

In the eyes of Ibaraki, all the dull and boring daily routines are spliced ​​together, which is worthy of all kinds of praises for Shuten Doji.

It's just that it's hard to avoid itchy hands if you watch too much.Ibaraki-douji missed Shuten-douji, and for him, only Shuten-douji could fill the gully of the turbulent fighting desire in his ghost blood.

Being able to go downhill is a good thing.In this way, Ibaraki doesn't have to care about Shuten-douji in his childhood, but can continue to find a way to leave this past and return to his own Shuten-douji.

Raindrops fell.

There seems to be a subtle difference between the sound of rain falling on the mountain and the village.The monks of Echigo Temple descend the mountain in batches, and the folk Buddhist lectures are just a non-essential activity for Echigo Temple, so they don’t need many people.It has been three or two days since the little monk came down the mountain, and the young monk who was transformed into that strange monster also accompanied him.It's just that after going down the mountain, the little monk can't always find him.

He would often leave - as if looking for something.

The sound of rain falling sounded louder and louder.The little monk got up from the bed, and this time it seemed that the monster was not there either.He walked barefoot to the window, and the rain wove an impenetrable curtain in the dark night.The village was pitch black, only the sound of rain resounded quietly in the silence.The little monk vaguely heard a few dogs barking through the sound of the rain, which sounded like it came from a very far away.

The monster came back drenched at dawn.

"Where have you been?" asked the little monk, who couldn't help but glance at the monster sitting cross-legged by the door, tilting his head to wring the rainwater from his hair.He came back wet, and also made the room wet.The little monk thought for a while and added, "Did you find what you were looking for?"

The monster's movements stopped, and he just tilted his head like this, looking at the little monk curiously from behind his messy white hair: "How do you know...well, I'm out looking for something?"

"Guess." The little monk pursed his lips halfway, and looked away uncomfortably, "If you don't want to say it, it's fine—I can't control you anyway." He emphasized.

here we go again.The little monk frowned and thought, this monster looked at it with not very pleasant eyes, full of inquiry and curiosity, as if looking at other guys through him, or more simply, just "observing".

Unexpectedly, the monster answered him this time: "I went not far away. But I found nothing." He leaned aside, and the little monk noticed that the monster was wearing an anklet with a copper bell on his bare ankle.He just grinned and wanted to say something, but he suddenly turned his head and looked outside the door, "Someone is coming." The monster stood up and picked up the monk's robe from his bed, "I'm going to the inner room. You Just delay for a while for me."

Just as his figure disappeared into the room, someone knocked hastily on the door.

"Little Master!" The people outside the door hastily pushed the door in after receiving the response, their expressions were full of panic, "In the village...someone died!"

The dead villagers lived at the head of the village, living alone, and the family raised a vicious dog that barked whenever it saw anyone.He has a bad personality and is irritable, and people often call him "vicious dog" after his dog behind his back, but he has always been strong and strong, and even if he lives alone in a corner of the village, he has no inconvenience in life.But now he died in his own home, bitten into a bloody half-skeleton.His dog had its throat bitten off by something in front of the house.

And the heavy rain washed everything too clean.

The house of the man who lived alone was in a mess. There were people living there, but there was a layer of dust on the table.There was an open jar of wine in the corner. It seemed that it was newly opened, and the corpse was dumped beside the jar. A lot of blood splashed into it, and mixed with the aroma of the wine, it gave off a strange and messy smell.The chair was overturned on the side, and the little monk paid attention to the small jug of wine for a moment—even now, when there is no famine, wine is not something that such a man can afford.

Ibaraki Ka spent longer than him in the blood imprisoned by the heavy rain in this room.

The little monk noticed that the nose of the monster was fluttering slightly.When disguised as a monk, the ears, which are completely human, occasionally move in a beastly and sensitive way.These small actions dragged the little monk into the imagination of "this monster is really like a big dog".

"It's not a monster." Ibaraki said suddenly, he looked a little confused, "I don't smell a monster."

The little monk glanced at the horrific corpse: "Maybe, it's hidden." He wasn't sure.

"Impossible." Ibaraki judged decisively in his usual arrogant and conceited tone, "It's useless to restrain the smell. Except for my friend, no monster can hide the breath under my eyes."

"It must be a monster..."

"It was horrible, it was horrible. I saw his body... it was horrible."

"It's going to be the Jizo Basin Fair soon, why are there still monsters?"

"Being protected by the eminent monks of Echigo Temple, we don't have so many monsters like other places..."

They went out with nothing, and what they heard was the murmured discussions of the people who were around the house where the accident happened, but they were too timid to go forward.Under the command, the middle-aged man collected the corpse tremblingly, because only the young monk and Ibaraki lived in the village--of course Ibaraki knew nothing about the monk's work.So the routine rituals of exorcising demons, appeasing the dead, and saving lives fell on the young monk's shoulders.He hated the job so much.For him, this in itself was a meaningless performance whose only pathetic effect was to appease the living.But what had he to do with the cowardly, pathetic living?While reciting the scriptures engraved in his body, he hid his soul in the huge darkness, and indifferently cast cruel and cold eyes on these rustling mortal beings.

He collected the blood-mixed wine in the relic, re-tied the seal and put it aside.Leaning lazily in front of the window, with one leg crossed and one hand resting on his chin.Annoyed, he told the fellow monsters: "The festival town is not far away, and we will leave this boring place tomorrow."

However, the next day, someone else died.

It is a young girl who has married a local concubine.She went home to visit her relatives for a few days, but she hurried back yesterday because of an incident in the village.At night, her mother was awakened by a nightmare, and she couldn't feel at ease the next day, so she sent someone to her husband's house to ask if she was okay-this village is not far from the town, and it can be reached in half a day if you hurry.However, the person sent to her husband's house found her body halfway along the official road.

The girl was dragged out of the bullock cart alive, and half of her skull was bitten and shattered.The police were able to determine her identity based on the Fuxia Xiaowen she was wearing - even though the Fuxia was completely stained with blood.The bodies of the accompanying guards were found not far from the bullock carts in different directions. They were all bitten to the point where they could not be identified.Only the cow was still alive, looking around blankly and stamping restlessly.

The villagers grabbed the little monk who was about to leave as if they were grabbing a straw.

Perhaps his immature status was not enough to give these panicked people a sense of security, and they surrounded the young monk Kasei Ibaraki.The girl's mother had messy hair, a haggard face, bare feet, and lost her soul. Her skinny fingers were tightly strung into the monk's shoulders: "Master! I beg you to catch this murderous monster! My daughter, my daughter... Andaiko is only 16 years old——! I beg you! Please! I can give you everything I have! You can take my life! Please!”

She was so heart-piercing that she didn't even notice the indifferent eyes of the monk she was pleading with.

When there was no one around, Ibaraki turned his head and asked the young monk, "Are all human beings like this?"

"Ok?"

"Just one or two people dying and being so panicked...as if they were dying themselves?"

The little monk couldn't find the answer for a while, so he turned to look at the monster.

This ghost's pupils are much cleaner than he imagined.To be precise, it was already clean enough to be considered pure.Pure violence, pure cruelty, and... pure confusion and pure, strangely sourced trust.

He was out of his mind for a moment, and after a moment he replied, "Because they are afraid that they will die soon."

"Since you are afraid, why do you ask others for help?"

The little monk raised the corner of his mouth: "It is because of fear that they ask others for help."

The ghost frowned, as if understanding.After a while, he said to the little monk: "It seems that you really don't look like a human being at all, little friend."

The little monk took this sentence as a compliment and laughed it off.

Ibaraki also didn't smell any evil spirit in this death.However, this time, the girl's death did not end as hastily as the man who lived alone.

She was newly married, and it was the time when she was much loved-and it was such a famous name that magnanimously returned home.Unexpectedly, the relief of homesickness this time would cause her to stay in her hometown forever.The death of the girl made the daimyo angry and worried; you must know that not far from Mount Ibuki is Mount Hiei, and the protection of many eminent monks is enough to make the territory under his jurisdiction rare to see ogres.

He invited the mage who lived in his house because he was preparing for the Buddhist meeting.

In the evening, the young monk met his senior brother, who was practicing meditation.

They are skilled and cordial greetings.Guan Chan intimately asked about the recent situation of the younger brother, even though they hadn't been separated for a long time.Then Guan Chan calmly and gently comforted the girl's mother, and began to give salvation to the girl and her guards.Ibaraki knew the monk's face behind his back, and frowned in disgust.Even he had to admit, however, that this human was better than all the shapeshifting monsters.He lowered his head, frowned slightly, and the voice of chanting sutras was calm and powerful, which was extraordinarily soothing.Compassion is everywhere on his body, and compassion is written everywhere.

When the deceased was buried, he comforted most of the villagers who were emotionally unstable.He told the girl's parents, who were getting old in an instant: "Everything will be fine... Please rest assured, Miss An Daiko has become a Buddha. Your care and love for her will definitely be carried to the next life. Thus Peace and safety, full of children and grandchildren, happy life."

An Daizi's mother covered her face in an instant and cried bitterly.

Her father thanked her repeatedly, while tremblingly took out the heavy money bag and stuffed it in Guan Chan's hand.Guan Chan couldn't refuse, so he accepted it.

Afterwards, he asked the little monk in front of all the villagers: "Brother, I understand that you don't want to go with me. I also understand your hard work all the way... But why didn't you search for this monster immediately after the incident? Since you As a 'Son of God', Master values ​​and gives special treatment, I believe you should also know how to follow the traces left by monsters. Junior Brother," he said earnestly, "You should shoulder the responsibilities you should shoulder."

Everyone looked at him.

The little monk could clearly hear the murmurs of the villagers.The way they looked at him changed.It was a look he was familiar with, and he could feel it whenever the identity of "Son of God" was mentioned.Awe, reverence; or other extremely hot, yet extremely complicated eyes.They admired him, looked up to him, and thus expected to live by sucking him.They pushed him to the position next to the gods, bowed his head down, and at the same time waited with great expectation for his protection and a better life brought by him.

Countless people spit out the same words.

"My God, it's actually Lord Shenzi!"

"Master Son of God..."

"We are saved!"

"Son of God...!"

Son of God, Son of God, Son of God——!

……

"This child is a god-given 'god' - he should be so good. He is awe-inspiring to us mortals. It is not ordinary people but gods who are alive! We can’t just let him become a desolate god, we can teach him, give him, raise him...he will have Buddha nature, he will become a part of Buddhism, and he will become a part of the world The Living Buddha. He is enough to make unruly ordinary people, ignorant village women, and despicable villains believe in him. He can make scavengers, hooligans, gangsters, and murderers all convert to Mahayana. He will bring all of us to seek What is unattainable, what is dreamed of. The three realms are only mind, all dharmas are only consciousness, and all phenomena are born and died without original existence. The madmen in the confused world do not know that they are crazy, and all the creatures in the world do not know that they cannot see. Yes. From birth to birth, the beginning of life is darkness; from death to life, the end of death is still darkness. * As long as the son of God has Buddha nature, he will become the speaker of "us". He will become the guide of the blind . . . he will convert all beings."

He closed his eyes.

Jealousy flashed across Guan Chan's eyes.However, it soon became the shadow of Pianhong and melted instantly.He thoughtfully said to the little monk: "Forget it, you are still a child after all. Since the senior brother is here, I won't let you work so hard."

He recited the Buddha's gatha, and carefully took out a small bag of golden powder.Guan Chan twirled the beads in his hand, he moved very slowly, sweat dripped from his forehead, and after a while, the powder floated out and scattered in the air.There was an imperceptible heartache on Guan Chan's face, but his efforts soon paid off, and a faint golden light appeared above the treetops in the forest that deviated from the official path.

"Follow the light!" shouted Vipassana.

Everyone looked at each other and ran away under the leadership of Guan Chan.

Ibaraki frowned, tugged at the young monk, and said in a low voice, "It's not good."

The little monk turned a deaf ear to him, his brows were tightly frowned, his hands were cold, and he was looking straight ahead somewhere—obviously he was caught in some kind of memory.Ibaraki frowned, leaned over and picked him up, gave a "tsk", and followed the villagers not far or near.

The golden light traversed the mountains and ridges, and finally penetrated into the village where they came.

Everyone looks bad.Some people even urinated their pants in horror—who would have thought that a terrifying monster was hiding at the door of their own house?But with Guanchan and Shenzi as the pillars, the middle-aged men in the village took out the tools used in farming as weapons, and tremblingly walked forward following the increasingly thick golden light.Then, they stopped at the sojourn of the Son of God.

Everyone knows this place.This is the best house in the village, and whenever a nobleman or monk comes to visit, they place him here.

A look of disbelief appeared on Guan Chan's face.This look is so real that it doesn't look like a disguise.Then he became ecstatic as if he had been hit on the head by a good thing that fell from the sky, and he was so ecstatic that he didn't hide his joy at all.Everyone was staring nervously at the door, but no one noticed his expression—even if he noticed, so what?Something more questionable lay ahead.Guan Chan took a deep breath, opened the door like a pleasant surprise.

The house sheltered the heavy rain from the day before, so the evil spirit was also very clear.Extends from the door to the inside.The miasma was so thick that it corroded the golden light into a dark purple.

"Junior Brother!" He blurted out, even breaking his voice because of being too emotional, "——what's going on here!"

The villagers backed away a circle, looking warily at the child who was being held by another young monk not far away.

Vipassana also saw him.He shouted: "Brother! Who is that monk—there is no such face in Echigo Temple!"

The little monk lowered his head, his expression was full of shadows.He didn't speak.No one got a reply.

In the deathly silence, the woman's hoarse, gut-torn wailing sounded like thunder.

"It was you—! You killed my daughter!"

It's like flipping a switch.The grown-up man raised his weapon and rushed over with a howl.Ibaraki clicked his tongue impatiently, looked down at the young monk who was still unresponsive, and jumped towards the roof.Then he turned his head and started running, his figure was as swift as a dancing flame.He jumped from the house to the deep forest, no one could catch up with him, he moved forward in the greenery, like a painting that is gradually being colored, the red horns grow, the silver hair is blown by the wind, and the wings of the ears change. The length became sharper, the pupils elongated, the whites of the eyes faded to black, and the eyes turned into golden pupils, and the arms around the little monk also began to change, the nails became sharper, covering them with black.

The crisp sound of the copper bell passed by.

A bolt of lightning suddenly pierced the clear sky.

The sudden torrential rain in summer came suddenly, and the sky and the sky were covered with rain.

"The madmen in the lost world don't know that they are crazy, and all the creatures in the world don't know that they are invisible. From birth to death, the beginning of life is darkness; from death to life, the end of death is still darkness." This The sentence is the view of life and death of Kukai, the founder of Shingon Sect, one of the "Two Schools of Heian", from "Saicheng, Kukai, and Buddhism in the Heian Era".However, Yanyu Temple in Mount Hiei is not the Shingon sect, but the most pure Tendai sect.