Taoist temple in the mountains

Chapter 125 Who will the heavens spare
Li Yun looked at Zhang Wei who was gradually losing his breath with a cold face, and said lightly.

"Good and evil will eventually be rewarded. The way of heaven is like reincarnation. Whoever is bypassed by the sky will not be rewarded. The time has not yet come."

Looking at Zhang Wei who was gradually losing breath in front of him, Monk Jiushan knew that it might be related to Li Yun, but he didn't stop him, he just quietly recited the mantra of passing away, saving Zhang Wei and those who lost their lives because of Zhang Wei's harm girls.

It's just that this time, Monk Jiushan didn't put his palms together, but his left hand formed a palm and his right hand formed a fist. This is an angry image of Arhat.

From the point of view of Buddhist etiquette, Monk Jiushan is angry, completely angry, angry at this villain who is truly devoid of humanity, even if there is a chance to start again, he still chooses to do evil.

However, even if he is angry, saving the souls of the dead is what he should do.

This is the standard that a monk should have.

Even if he committed evil in life, only Avichi Hell will judge him after death.

"When you recite the Buddha's name, you recite the hell once, and if you become an evil ghost, let him atone for his sins in hell." Monk Jiushan took a deep breath and said.

What happened today had a great impact on Monk Jiushan.

For the first time, I witnessed the real evil of human nature.

"Not everyone is qualified to put down the butcher's knife. No one can forgive the perpetrator on behalf of the victim. The same is true for young monks. Some people, even if they put down the butcher's knife, they are still butchers." Monk Jiushan formed a palm with one hand , muttered to himself, then bowed deeply to Li Yun, and said: "Thank you, Taoist Master Yun, for today's teaching, the little monk has benefited a lot."

Monk Jiushan has left Xiangtou Mountain this time and continues his journey.

It's just that the way of doing good is slightly different.

There are good and evil in the world, not everyone is qualified to lay down the butcher knife, not everyone can become a Buddha instantly, and not everyone can use the ancient Buddha with a green lamp to transform into goodness.

When the wind blows and the rain rises, what rises is not the sky and the earth, but the hearts of the people
With a Zen stick, a cloth bag, and a rosary, Jiushan walked between the wind and the wind and left silently.
Watching Monk Jiushan leave, Li Yun didn't stop him, but looked at Xiaoxin with as gentle an expression as possible.

"Can you walk by yourself?"

"I, I can..." Xiaoxin stood up firmly, except for some trembling legs and feet, there was no other abnormality.

At this time, Xiaoxin looked at Zhang Wei lying on the ground, and said cautiously: "Is he dead?"

"I don't know, maybe, maybe not." Li Yun said lightly.

Xiaoxin's tense heart finally let go, and began to cry loudly.

She thought she would never get out again.
"Thank you, big brother"

After Xiaoxin finished speaking, she fell into a coma. She had been arrested a long time ago. She had been crying and making noises these days, and she had lost much strength.

Li Yun carried Xiaoxin on his back and walked down the mountain.

In the city police station, the policemen were bustling around, some were studying the case with a list, some were playing mobile games, some were taking a nap, and some were eating.

Now is the rest time, everyone is doing their own things.

Wang Qing, a policeman with a handsome face and a hulking back, was looking at the list in his hand, thinking hard.

"The suspected trafficker, Zhang Wei, the cause of death, myocardial infarction, is very gratifying, really gratifying." Wang Qing looked at the photos on the file, thinking, but also very happy.

This wandering human trafficker is very cunning, he is careful every time he commits a crime, it is extremely random, and it is difficult to catch him. Unexpectedly, he died of a myocardial infarction this time.

Although it is a pity that the seller did not find out and could not rescue those girls, it is a good result to prevent the further development of the situation.

"Old Wang, is the girl settled down?"

At this time, Yan Chao, a policeman who was also in charge of the case, came out and asked.

"It's settled, and the family will pick it up soon." After reading the information, Wang Qing said angrily, "It's a pity, the buyer has not been found, otherwise I will definitely kill those scumbags."

"Forget it, the suspect is dead again. It's not bad for us to prevent the victim from further development." Yan Chao sighed, and then joked: "You can also find the suspect in a dream like last time. Man, find those buyers, who are technically the culprits."

He said it was a fairy dreaming, but Wang Qing's teasing meant more, it sounded like he was mocking.

Regarding this, Wang Qing was displeased and said, "It is true that the immortal entrusted the dream. If it is not the immortal entrusting the dream, how can you understand that the address I mentioned last time is correct?"

Police officer Yan Chao next to him pushed his glasses, then said.

"This is a psychological phenomenon. You are collecting reasoning information unconsciously, and you are connecting these information clues unconsciously, and finally come up with the answer. All this is your unconscious reasoning, isn't it said in the comics?【 Sleeping Mori Kogoro] is the best when he is sleeping."

"Fart, the reason why the sleeping Kogoro is awesome is because of Conan! Don't bully me for not reading enough manga!" Wang Qing couldn't help complaining.

"In short, don't think too much, where are there so many real gods?" Yan Chao continued to smile, and then joked: "But I really hope that you can sleep again and have a 'fairy dream'. The ability to reason about information unconsciously is enviable."

Immediately, Yan Chao stopped talking nonsense and began to organize the files.

Wang Qing murmured: "It's been said that the gods entrusted dreams, but you still don't believe it."

At this time, Wang Qing was standing on the window sill with his chin in his hand.

The autumn wind blows at noon, which is a good weather for taking a nap, and it makes people feel a little sleepy.

The surrounding colleagues all went to the dining hall to eat, while Wang Qing leaned on the window sill, thinking about the issue of girl traffickers.

Leaning on the window sill, unconsciously, I want to sleep
"I'm so sleepy, I can't stand it, go to sleep for a while."

Back on his desk, Wang Qing wanted to squint for a while, and lay flat on the desk happily.

Soon, he fell into dreamland.

After entering the dreamland, Wang Qing entered a Taoyuan mountain, with birds in the Lingquan, white cranes and beasts, auspicious unicorns, and yellow dragons in the sky, just like a real fairyland.

At this moment, a young man who didn't look handsome, holding a fly whisk and riding a green bull, flew towards Wang Qing.

The three-eyed golden pupil stood between the foreheads, faintly surrounded by avenue runes, majestic and extraordinary.

The perfect fusion of the freshness and indifference that belonged to the exiled immortal and the majestic temperament made Wang Qing feel awe at the sight.

"Are you the god from last time?"

Wang Qing was a little stunned.

The young man ignored Wang Qing, but said indifferently.

"I'm too lazy to say the address, Pindao wrote it to you, go find it yourself"

(End of this chapter)