Can pigs become immortals?

thirteen

The years in the mountains are quiet and good.

I don't have any big pursuits, but since I became a spirit by chance, I can't let down the fairy medicine I swallowed at the beginning.

I actually don't know what it is, so let's just treat it as a magic medicine.

I started to practice, because I didn't have a good teacher, so I could only follow my feelings.

In terms of cultivation, after a lot of hard work, I have found a way, although the progress is slow, but no one compares with me, so I slowly feel at ease.

When it comes to practicing kung fu, you should be diligent inside and never forget outside.

I am a beast myself, meditating all day to practice Qi and practice spells, which is against my active nature.

So, I also started to learn some martial arts moves.

The monk is the object of my practice.

Although the monk's stick skills are good, but in terms of whether he can fight, I think he is a hot chicken.

At the beginning, he could still make more than a dozen tricks with me, and soon he was sad even after one trick.

It may be that the monk's self-esteem was hit, and he decided not to practice martial arts with me anymore.

I was so bored that I played with the monk's black iron and gold stick every day. I felt that I was majestic and majestic, and I even developed feelings for this stick.

Holding this stick is like filling a vacancy I didn't know I had.

The monk also taught me to play chess, first from backgammon, then chess, and then go.

I think, for playing chess, he should think I'm a hot chicken.

Every time I lose badly, my self-esteem takes a serious hit.

However, I am not arrogant, the more I lose, the more I want to come back.

Therefore, my chess skills are also growing day by day after so much tempering.

Once March is over, spring is gone and summer is coming.

One day, we were playing chess in the Buddhist hall, and the younger brother came.

The abbot of Zhaoming Temple also came.

The abbot came to find the monk, and they were talking about avoiding robbery.

The monk said: "Calamity is caused by cause and effect. It should not be avoided, and it is not willing to avoid it."

The monk has made up his mind, but the abbot does not persuade him.

Before leaving, the abbot gave me a meaningful look, and his lips moved slightly. Just when I thought he was going to say something to me, he just sighed and walked away with the younger brother.

The monk continued to play chess with me, but my mind was no longer on the chess.

I asked him while laying down, "What calamity do you want to avoid?"

The monk ate a piece of me and said: "The poor monk doesn't know, it may be a catastrophe of life and death."

I feel that life is going smoothly, and the two of us are very low-key on weekdays, and we haven't caused much hatred.

Might just be some unintended mishap.

But, I think, as long as I am around, mountain torrents and earthquakes can keep monks safe, so why not worry about others.

In retrospect, I can only say that I was too ignorant at the time, how could I know the absurdity of the world.

Being ignorant, I quickly put aside the matter of catastrophe, and asked the monk again: "I find that you are very strange recently!"

"Huh? What's strange?"

"Why don't you look at the moon anymore?"

"Why should I look at the moon?" the monk asked me back.

angry!I also want to ask why you want to look at the moon? !Now ask me!

"Monk, stop pretending to me, I don't know why you watch it every day! Could it be that you are peeking at the moon fairy taking a bath?!"

The monk smiled, thought about it for a while, and finally said: "I have had a dream since I was a child. In the dream, someone said, let me wait for him here this year, and he will come from the middle of the month to be with me." meeting."

I was a little upset, and asked him: "Is it a man or a woman, so nasty?!" Come in the middle of the month!

"male."

"Then why didn't you watch it again?" I thought, and was startled, "Have you two met behind my back?!"

The monk dropped another one, and I have failed miserably.

He began to pick up chess pieces and said, "I don't know if the poor monk has seen it, but he thinks there is no need to wait for the moon."

I picked up the chess pieces, "Why?"

The monk looked at me with a smile and said something I didn't understand.

He said, "Because of you."

I'm confused, me?

"The poor monk feels that the benefactor is the one I want to wait for."

Monks like to beat dumb fans.

I think this habit is very bad.

When you speak, you must make people understand, and you will naturally understand everything you say!

This is fart!

I told the monk my point of view, alluding to him telling me human words.

The monk smiled helplessly and said, "The reason for this may be that the speaker himself doesn't understand."

He said: "Even if the benefactor is not the person in the dream, the poor monk believes that the person in front of him should be cherished more than the illusion."

My face blushed when the monk said it, and I avoided his gaze uncomfortably, and said, "Well... well, I also... quite... care about you!"

fourteen

When the maple leaves turned red, the abbot came again.

The abbot asked the monk if he was willing to leave this place to escape the catastrophe.

The monk still shook his head.

The abbot said nothing else.

Before he left, he said to me: "The benefactor is the one who is destined by the disciples, and his future fate depends on the benefactor's thought."

I've complained about the way monks speak before.

At the moment, I still want to complain.

What I said had no practical guiding significance, and I kept it on my mind every day. What does it mean to be just in my thoughts?

The monk was big-hearted, seeing that I couldn't sleep at night, he comforted me and said: "The so-called future is empty and nothing, so don't worry about both empty and nothing." He also said that I was worrying unfoundedly.

I don't want to talk to him.

Tonight, the autumn wind is swirling.

The monk is fast asleep.

And in the wind, I smelled a strange evil spirit.

The evil spirit was fleeting, as if it was just passing by.

I felt uneasy and had an ominous feeling that a catastrophe was coming.

I quietly wait for the dawn to cut through the ink-like night.

The monk woke up quickly and went to fetch water half a mile away.

I breathed out my spiritual energy and meditated to practice.

Everything is business as usual.

Until a burst of powerful coercion suddenly descended on this mountain.

It's that man, the man who saw through my demon body before.

When I went out, he was standing outside the courtyard.

I held the black iron touch gold rod and looked at him warily. Under his strong pressure, I tried my best to control myself not to tremble.

However, the man looked at Xuan Tie touching the gold stick with a surprised expression, and he spoke with a voice as cold as ice: "Where did you get this magic weapon?"

Magic weapon?

I don't know what he's talking about.

Seeing that I didn't speak a word, he said contemptuously: "Pig demon, give me the magic weapon, but I will spare you."

I was unwilling to hand it over obediently, and the man's arrogant and rude attitude made me very angry.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" I clenched the weapon in my hand, and my whole body began to tense.

"court death!"

As soon as he raised his hand, the blowing wind turned into cold and invisible knives, flying towards me overwhelmingly.

I mobilized the demon power and cast a spell to block it.

Just when I sacrificed my demon power, the wind knives all over the sky suddenly froze in the air.

The man was standing next to me in an instant, and he easily broke through my dharma shield.

He grabbed my clothes and asked angrily: "Tell me, where did your spiritual power come from?! Did you swallow his demon pill?!"

All these changes are too fast, I am like an illiterate child listening to an old master talking about spring and autumn, I don't know what to say.

He didn't wait for my answer, but put his finger on the center of my brow.

I couldn't move, and I felt that all the blood in my body was gathering between my eyebrows.

Just when I felt that the breath of my life was about to be completely taken away, a wooden barrel suddenly hit the man.

The man's face suddenly became ferocious.

He waved.

then,

I heard the sound of wind knives piercing through the mortal body from countless directions.

I saw that the monk was riddled with wounds, bleeding profusely, and slowly fell to the ground.

His eight relics rolled out of his clothes and were soaked in blood, dazzling red!

I feel that the red all over the sky suddenly buried me, and the smell of blood made me suffocate.

And the world, then, plunged into darkness.

fifteen

On the eve of the catastrophe.

I asked the monk, "Where are you going when the disaster is over?"

The monk said: "Things in the world are impermanent, and people are like grass, how can we know what will happen tomorrow today."

I quite agree with this point, so I said to the monk: "Anyway, I am alone, with no attachments, and I will follow you from now on."

I am imagining going to the capital with the monk, and I heard that there is the world's No.1 prostitute there, with both sex and art skills.

But the monk is stingy, and he will definitely not give me money to let me go to a brothel.

Just when I was thinking about whether my private money was enough, a chill hit my face.

I woke up suddenly.

Looking around, it was thick and dark.

Suddenly, a burst of green light came on, and in the light, I saw a man.

A man with long hair and a green-patterned face.

He is undoubtedly a monster, a great monster.

He did not hide his powerful monster aura at all.

I wanted to ask him a lot of questions, but for a while I didn't know where to start.

But he spoke first: "This is my demon lair. I am a tree demon. I rescued you that day."

"So... a monk?"

Under the green light, the man's face looked heavy and solemn: "He's dead, if he hadn't distracted God, I wouldn't be able to save you."

Grief pulled down my heart like lead, I felt absurd and at a loss, "God?"

"That man is the High God of the Nine Heavens, he..." The big demon hesitated to speak.

I was still at a loss, "He is a god, I am a demon, he can kill me, but a monk? Why did he kill the monk?"

My eyes became hot, and I asked angrily: "Could it be that he is a god, so he can kill innocent people indiscriminately, so there is no punishment from God?!"

"Monk, in this life, he has been murdered, so he is not innocent."

"But...that was all in the past, he was still young, he didn't understand..."

The big demon didn't speak.

I too fell silent.

After a long time, I opened my mouth and said, "The monk is dead, and this life is his ninth. Has he become a Buddha, or has he entered reincarnation?"

"He has murdered in this life, so he can't become a Buddha." The big demon paused for a moment, and then said: "He also can't enter reincarnation, and his relic was taken away by the god."

I was a little numb with grief, "This, why?"

"A person like him who has a deep connection with Buddhism has long since ceased to be in the Three Realms, and naturally he is not under the jurisdiction of the Underworld Division. Reincarnation and reincarnation are just a kind of practice of relying on the Underworld Division."

"Then... what should I do? How can I see him again?"

"..." The big demon closed his eyes, and said slowly: "You have to take back his relic, burn it with his body, help him gather his spirit and soul, and then start practicing again."

"Then I'll go get his relic back!"

The big demon continued: "Do you know what this means? It means that you have to face the most powerful god above the nine heavens, and you have to get the relic from him. This may require you—kill him, Make him your enemy!"

"And you, you are just a pig that swallowed the big demon pill by chance, you are not even as good as a soldier on the battlefield of gods and demons!"

He asked me: "How do you get it?!"

I do not know.

However, the monk said, don't worry about tomorrow today, things are impermanent.

I looked into the big demon's eyes and said firmly: "No matter what, I will try it!"

After the big demon heard this, he was silent for a moment, and the green light suddenly moved quickly, and his laughing voice was far and near, and he said: "Well, then I am willing to try it with you!"

He suddenly appeared in front of me again, grabbed my right hand, and his demonic power surged up, shaking the stone wall.

In the darkness, countless green lights suddenly lit up.

Behind the big demon, a ten-thousand-year-old tree with glistening emerald green jade and covering the sky with branches and leaves suddenly shone brightly, illuminating the entire demon cave.

He said: "You worship me as your teacher, and I will teach you how to practice."

"What Nine Heavens God, I will make him pay in blood!"