On the revolutionary friendship between the underworld and the underworld

[Even if I leave the ascetic forest, the pain in the world will still be conveyed to me, but I still don’t have my own pain]

【No matter how much I feel the pain of others, I have no sense of reality】

【I can't save anyone】

"OK"

I don't know who said this in my ear, his voice is full of vigor and indescribable vitality, just like the free wind.

"Would you like to follow me? I'll take you to see the outside world"

【outside world? 】

He wants to refuse, because even if he sits still like this, he can feel all kinds of emotions conveyed from all over the world. For him, there is no difference between moving and not moving.

"You sit here motionless, what's the difference between this and these Buddha statues?"

"After all, you are a human being, not a god, so if you want to do something, do it, save sentient beings or something else, just meditation and chanting won't solve anything"

"How is it? Do you want to go with me?"

【Is it a human...not a god...】

By chance, he agreed, not sure if it was because the world the man described was too beautiful, or he was so confused that he couldn't see the road ahead, so he had to follow the only light he saw to find the exit .

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"Which temple is this young monk? How could he be so hungry? Forget it, I still have some freshly baked snacks..." Yan Xie brought a stack of mosaics while talking, but was robbed by his apprentice in the middle:

"Master, please rest first, I'll take care of this trivial matter." Le Wuyi snatched the mosaic in cold sweat, and pushed his master back to the studio with one hand.

"Huh... It's a good thing we got it, otherwise it would be a disaster." Le Wuyi wiped his sweat, if Xie's cuisine was eaten by mistake, he would be exhausted.

"In short, little bald...Ashmida will stay on the island for a while." His Majesty wrote and drew on a piece of paper without raising his head. The content of the meal.

"Why don't you eat it?" Ah Ruan put the chicken legs in his bowl into Ashmita's bowl with some distress: "No, Ah Ruan's is also for you, eat quickly."

"Ah Ruan... this child is a monk, so he can't touch meat." Xia Yi said helplessly.

"It's okay~ There is a saying that wine and meat pass through the intestines of the Buddha and stay in the heart of the Buddha, which means that monks can also eat meat!" Ah Ruan retorted.

"who said it"

"Brother Xie Yi!"

"........."

This is all taught in a mess.

In this way, the little boy Ashmita settled down in the crowd of the underworld. After several months of coercion, temptation and tireless feeding, the little boy Ashmita, who was originally a dry bean sprout, finally grew into a juicy one... …bean sprouts.

Isn't this still bean sprouts? ! 【fall

His Majesty pinched Ashmita's gradually plump face, and nodded in satisfaction, at least it had some effect.

"Come and open your mouth" His Majesty picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and handed it to Ashmita's mouth. After several months of inhuman feeding (tiao) and feeding (jiao), Ashmita was finally forced to develop a bad habit of opening his mouth for food. Habit.

Less than half a year after leaving the ascetic forest, Ashmita had already grown hair on the top of his bald head. The golden hair looked very beautiful under the sunshine. Ashmita didn't say anything, and the women were reluctant to shave it Let it grow, and now the thin and soft hair has surpassed the roots of the ears.

His Majesty has to say that he still has some regrets about Ashmita's hair growth. You must know that touching his bald head is a big hobby of his, and now this hobby has to be changed to braiding Ashmita's hair.

"Hahahahaha!" After tying up Ashmita's two braids, the instigator laughed himself down first. In fact, if he wasn't afraid of being chased to the ends of the earth by his followers, he would have thought of doing this a long time ago. .

Ashmita, with two braids on his head, let the people in front of him mess around, and continued to recite the Buddhist scriptures unmoved, as if they had gotten along like this a long time ago.

"Ash, Ash, let's go out and play!" His Majesty laughed enough before thinking about the business. The so-called business is to drag Ashmita around.

"Listen to which direction there is someone who needs our help, we will rush there now"

This is not difficult for Ashmita who has keen senses. Ashmita looked up to the northeast direction, pointed there and said: "Over there, there is a small town. There are many people who can't afford it. Paying for medical bills and suffering from illness”

"Then let's go there today." His Majesty walked out of the pavilion and called a large Yanjia bird, pulled the blind Ashmita to sit on it, and set off to fly in the direction he pointed without saying a word.

The Yanjiao flew in the air for a long time and finally landed above a forest. In order not to attract attention, the Yanjiao used as a mount was left in the grove to be watched by A-Gump. Following the useless little Taohong, she walked into the nearby town.

Ordinary small towns, ordinary people, neither rich nor poor, live an ordinary and peaceful life as human beings day after day.

As in the past, as soon as they entered the town, they set up a stall in an open space. The signboard said that the medicine can cure all diseases until the disease is cured. In the past few months, I have done it with ease, just like him reciting Buddhist scriptures.

After a few days of transition, the lively, cheerful (?) and extremely familiar His Majesty quickly became friends with the three aunts, six wives, sisters-in-law and aunts in the town, making them blend into the living environment of the town very naturally.

At the beginning, the people in the town didn't care about this kid who claimed to be a doctor from a foreign country. After all, in their impression, the lofty profession of a doctor can only be assigned to a mature and steady adult or a respectable old man, until they are cured one after another. After seeing the villagers who were infected with the disease, they began to look at the two children seriously.

After going outside, little friend A Shi, who has fully understood the phrase 'the woman at the foot of the mountain is a tiger', is also guarding the booth today with His Majesty who is also wearing a lip mark next to him, waiting for patients to come to the door.

"Ashi, wrap these up." His Majesty handed the approved medicinal materials to Ashmita who was beside him with closed eyes and didn't know what to think about, and then he started to play with some gadgets presented by the villagers.

After all, it is difficult for some poor people to afford expensive medical expenses, so apart from belongings, other things that can arouse his interest include some self-made gadgets, a simple book, a bouquet of flowers covered with dew, and even a casual narration The story or a beautiful musical score can be used as medical expenses, which makes the people in the town feel very strange, but no one will doubt the boy's medical skills because of these.

The town was noisy and warm in the afternoon, the sun shining on the small pavement made His Majesty drowsy after a busy morning, and he hugged the crisp noodles pretending to be a lucky cat and pillowed it under his head, only then was he satisfied After falling asleep, there is Ah Shi watching him at the stall, so he can be lazy for a while.

At this moment, a young man's voice awakened His Majesty who was sleeping soundly at the moment, so he rubbed his eyes and raised his head.

"This is the medical expenses from before, take it!" Due to the backlight, he could only see the dark outline of a thorny boy, and the boy took out the scattered coins from his pocket and counted them Then he slapped it on the table carelessly.

His Majesty said softly, took the coins and fell asleep again.

The thorn-headed boy choked at this perfunctory attitude, but he couldn't say anything, so he turned around and ran back home resentfully.

"Manigot, what are you looking at?" In the house filled with the smell of medicine, a haggard and beautiful woman lay on the bed and asked her son lying in a daze by the window.

"Mother" The prickly boy called Manigott rarely responded to his mother's question. He looked out of the window with his head propped up and said dissatisfiedly: "Don't you think that the one outside who doesn't charge money for seeing a doctor prefers some people?" Is the shabby doctor doctor suspicious?"

"How can you say that, maybe it's just some other people's preferences, besides, I do feel much better after drinking that child's medicine, Mom, I feel like I can get up and work now" the woman said and was about to get out of bed.

"That child, that child is so intimate, who is your son? Old woman, just lie on the bed for me if you are sick, and I will do such trivial things as making money!" Manigot said angrily. Pushed his mother back to the bed.

"But……"

"No but!"

The woman finally couldn't help her son and lay back obediently, and soon the sound of even breathing came from the bed.

"What, I'm so tired for this family, why do you still have to be brave..." Manigot muttered without stopping, and carefully tucked the quilt for his mother.

The bad old man who went to see God early left only an unending gambling debt. The weak mother had to run around in order to pay off the debt. The originally young and healthy body also suffered from incurable diseases due to years of hard work. He watched helplessly as the breath of death gradually entangled his mother's body, but he couldn't do anything for her.

It's better to die than live and suffer...

For a moment, such a thought appeared in Manigott's mind, and then he rejected it as if nothing had happened, man, it's alright to always be alive...