Quick travel god stick demeanor

The leader had withered yellow hair and a scar on his forehead, and said with a sinister smile, "Little master, for the sake of the Buddha, quickly leave the coils behind, and we won't hurt your life. Otherwise..."

He didn't continue to say the following words, leaving room for Xie Ange to use his imagination freely, which was full of threats.

Xie Ange lowered his eyes and narrowed his eyes, his two eyelashes trembled slightly like fluttering butterflies. Against his gentle expression, his smooth and delicate face like white jade looked pure and innocent. He frowned, and said with some embarrassment: " But……"

"But what?" the robber boy asked ferociously.

"However, the little monk is penniless, so there is nothing to worry about."

"Fuck your mother's shit! I don't believe it!" The bandit leader looked at Xie Ange's delicate skin and tender flesh, and didn't even believe his words.

Looking at it, the bandit leader licked his lips, his gaze slowly changed.

Damn it!This little monk is so handsome!

Xie Ange's expression turned cold.

"The monks don't tell lies, so why should I lie to the benefactors?" Xie Ange's tone was a bit cold.

Those robbers might not have heard the change in Xie Ange's tone, or they might have heard it but didn't pay attention, as if they had heard a funny joke, they burst out laughing without paying attention to Xie Ange at all.

A dwarf laughed so hard that he covered his stomach and yelled, tears streaming down his face, "You, you little monk, you are really interesting! Could it be that the big monk in the temple taught you to lose your mind? Haha... hiccup!"

"No money? Your clothes are not bad! Ahaha!"

"I just don't know, does the flesh under the clothes look as good as that little white face? Haha!"

Xie Ange twirled the beads with a compassionate expression.

I'm not angry, I don't care about a group of pigs who are about to be slaughtered.

Don't people have eyes to judge good from bad by their appearance?

How can I ask these guys of such low quality to see the soul through the appearance-such high quality and high ability?

After all, through the ages, I don’t know how many examples prove that people value beautiful skins more than interesting souls, and fear ugly skins more than evil souls!

For example, Meide was forced to wear a fangs and ghost mask to intimidate the enemy King Lanling.

No, this is very bad!

The standard is set too high, so ambitious!

Not everyone has my qualities.

Thinking of it this way, Xie Ange's mood immediately eased, and by the way, he performed the Fahua Temple martial arts opening gesture.

bang bang bang-

Fist to the flesh, sour!Stimulate!

A quarter of an hour later, the robbers were paralyzed on the mountain road in a disorderly manner.

All of them had bruised noses and swollen faces. The bones of their hands and feet were distorted to varying degrees.

The robbers groaned feebly, their eyes switching between disbelief and bewilderment.

who am I?

where am I?

what just happened?

If Xie Ange hadn't controlled his strength, this kind of unilateral crushing would have taken even less time.

It seems a little pathetic.

Xie Ange smiled lightly, his clothes were spotless, neat as if he had just put on new clothes, and looked at the group of lost lambs with eyes like water.

"The Vajra stares glaringly, which is why he subdues the four demons; the Bodhisattva lowers his eyebrows, which is why he is merciful to the six realms①. You are bewitched by the four demons, and your actions are against the good way, and you will surely sink into the sea of ​​suffering without liberation."

"Although the little monk appears with the angry eyes of the vajra, he also has the compassionate heart of a bodhisattva. He is willing to do his best to ferry all benefactors to the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss."

Xie Ange finished talking on his own, found a relatively clean place, sat cross-legged, took out the wooden fish, knocked on the wooden fish, and recited Buddhist scriptures.

Without pausing, he read one book after another.

The bandits, unable to express their opinions, passively accepted the suggestion.

The bandit leader exhausted his last bit of strength and rolled his big eyes.

The solemn and strangely rhythmic scriptures spit out from Xie Ange's mouth. After the original cold voice was suppressed, it became low and magnetic, like musical instruments used in sacrificial ceremonies, plucking solemn, reserved, and proud musical notes.

The sound of chanting sutras, the sound is slow, the sound flies into the sky, pierces the clouds and cracks the stones, falls into the clear spring, flows on the stones, penetrates the flesh and blood, it is soul-stirring.

The originally quiet mountain forest became more peaceful, and the birds and insects stopped singing, lying on the trees and under the leaves, paying the utmost respect to the passing monk.

Smart animals ran to both sides of the mountain road one after another. Although they didn't understand what they could get from this opportunity, they instinctively relied on the sound of sutras that could soothe their souls.

The restless hearts of the robbers gradually calmed down.

God knows how rare it is!

The first one who couldn't stand it was the little dwarf. He was the youngest, but he was sweet-talking, so he was brought by these big brothers.

He cried silently, and the tears kept flowing like they were endless.

The little dwarf was called Shilai, who was abandoned by his parents at birth, and was adopted by an old beggar. He was alone.

In order to eat, pick up tricks, kidnap and steal, do everything, and bring the four characters of bullying the weak and fearing the hard to the extreme.

Someone scolded him for having his conscience eaten by dogs.

He picked it up with a contemptuous smile, he grew wildly in this dynasty like a weed, and no one ever told him what a conscience is.

Later, he followed his eldest brother on the road and started a job of blocking roads and robbery.From time to time, you can also get a little bit of meat, and your life can be described as happy.

But, sometimes, he felt that there was a hole in his heart.

It was terrible, but he dared not say it.

Tossing and turning at night, unable to sleep.During the day, I have to wait on the big brothers and drink some leftover soup.

Picking up and filling the hole with a lot of things, but he was still not able to fill it up. Over time, he resigned to his fate, thinking with luck, maybe he was not the only one who had a hole in his heart.

He was struggling under the mire, and his life was as worthless as a straw, but there were people who lived high in the clouds, spotless and noble.

I don't understand why it's so different for the same person.

No one knows that the thin and small pick up also has a sweetheart.It was the youngest daughter of the butcher's family, people called her Ma Niangzi, she was tall and strong, she could hold two picks, her eyebrows were thick and black, and she had a loud voice that could be heard by anyone two streets away Her voice was like thunder.

No man would like such a girl.

But when he picked it up, he liked it, he once thought secretly and drooling, how comfortable it would be to hold her body full of flesh!

Shilai expressed his satisfaction with this, it is good that no one likes Madam Ma, so that he can have a chance to embrace the beauty.

He was saving money desperately, he wanted to earn the dowry money, marry this girl home, and then give birth to a big fat son, or a good daughter like Mrs. Ma.

However, one day, Madam Ma ran into the county magistrate's son and died.

Mrs. Ma's old parents and brothers did not even dare to collect her body. People don't fight with officials. This is the motto passed down in this land since ancient times, or the wisdom of survival.

In the end, he picked up and secretly buried his sweetheart, together with his little thoughts that had never seen the light of day.

Afterwards, he used the money he had saved for a long time to sleep with a woman in a brothel.

It didn't feel good at all, it was cold and greasy, and the ribs could be touched, as if sleeping with a pile of bones.

After picking it up, I feel that this woman is definitely far worse than Madam Ma.

The hole in Shilai's heart is getting bigger and bigger. He can't read, doesn't know how to describe his situation, and doesn't know what conscience and jealousy are. He can only act on instinct and experience.

He is extremely eager to pull those high-ranking nobles down, pull them to the same level as him, pull them down to the quagmire and pollute them.And he did, given the chance.

The hole in my heart didn't seem to get any bigger because of this, and I was very happy to pick it up, and I became more and more committed to this kind of action.

If you walk too much by the water, you will encounter ghosts. Today they stopped a strange monk and were beaten so hard by this monk that he couldn't move.

This strange monk said a lot of things, the words were so sour and long, I couldn't understand them.

When the monk started to recite the scriptures, he picked them up and vaguely understood that the monk was reciting the scriptures for them.

This kind of experience is still very novel. For a person like Shilai, no monk has ever recited scriptures for him, and he has never entered a temple.

I have seen Buddha statues from afar, with benevolent eyebrows and kind eyes, compassionate and compassionate.

Shilai once followed Ma Niangzi to the temple, and he waited outside the temple gate, knowing that Ma Niangzi had donated a lot of sesame oil money to seek marriage and a safe life.

Maybe it's because the amount of sesame oil donated by Mrs. Ma is not as much as that of the county magistrate's son. The Buddha has never blessed her.

Obviously she is such a good person, filial to her parents, obedient to her elder brother, loving her nephew, and even gave him the leftovers to eat.

Shi Lai didn't know how to describe the sutra sound, the sutra sound penetrated into his body like a snake, and slid into the big hole in his heart.

Then he met Ma Niangzi, many Ma Niangzi.

The one with the red hijab, the one who gave birth to him a son, the one who kicked him with a broom, the one who hugged him tightly, the one who drove him out to work, and the one who cooked him hot meals...

In the end, he heard Mrs. Ma scolding: "I picked you up to kill a thousand knives, and what you did is immoral! If you are caught! We orphans and widows will immediately remarry and go to eat hot food. of!"

Shi Lai got annoyed, "You stinky bitch! Which daughter-in-law is the head of the house? You've got it wrong!"

His complexion was not good-looking, but there was still a smile in his eyes, shining with a kind of light called happiness.

The little man's tears flowed more and more violently, washing away the dirt, and the smile on his face grew bigger and bigger.

The author has something to say:

①The vajra glared, so he surrendered the four demons; the bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows, so he was merciful to the six realms. ——"Taiping Guangji" Volume [-]

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读者“沉默的重土”,灌溉营养液+12018-07-0801:50:51