[Comprehensive] Shining like the sun and the moon

People's mentality, more desires will lead to danger, and few desires will lead to peace.

But once it exceeds a certain limit and is dominated by desire, then the situation of Qian Jin may appear.In the process of continuously satisfying desires, the beasts in people's hearts are also being raised by increasing nutrients. This is a vicious circle process, the more satisfied, the more hungry and thirsty.

Until finally controlled by desire, he became a monster who was neither human nor demon.

"You want to help him?"

Tan Zhao turned his head, met the compassionate eyes of the young monk, and Xuanzang nodded, "All living beings are suffering, and I want to help him."

"Even if he is a despicable and shameless villain, stealing other people's achievements for his own use?"

Xuanzang said the Buddha's gatha, and shook his head lightly: "I want to save him, but it's not him. He is just controlled by desire. What I want to save is sentient beings."

Are all beings suffering?Tan Zhao leaned on the stairs, he looked up at the monk under the lights, compassionate and peaceful: "Then do you know how to save him?"

Xuanzang shook his head in distress: "I don't know."

"'Poor disease' can't be cured, poor talent is also poor, he longs to be famous, longs to be the center, longs for his talent to be sought after by the world, but now he has 'possessed', do you think he will want to go back to the past?"

"will not."

On the stage, the awards had already started at this moment. It was not difficult to see from Qian Jin's triumphant appearance that the joy in his heart was not even concealed, it was straightforward and strong, and this joy also became a beast in his heart. nourishment.

Qian Jin is obviously not satisfied with this small limelight.

"Look, even you know that he can't. Those who save themselves, people will always save them. Even if you tell him that if he sinks, he will only kill himself. Do you think he will stop?"

Xuanzang showed confusion on his face: "I don't know, but I can try."

"You can try it."

Tan Zhao went back upstairs again, alone, Jia Mingsi looked behind him and asked doubtfully, "Where is Master?"

"Being a monk is always a bit stubborn."

Jia Mingsi couldn't understand, but Yan Mei was still in the anger of "poems being stolen again". He didn't expect that the money could still be stolen. Can't pass the imperial examination?

Just thinking about it, he was so angry that he wanted to stab someone with a knife!

"Brother Yin, how are you doing?"

Tan Zhao didn't hide it either. After all, Qian Jin's abnormality was obvious: "Qian Jin's state is not right. If it continues, he will be swallowed by desire."

Anything like this?

Jia Mingsi swallowed her saliva: "Isn't it caused by evil spirits? For example, what kind of fox ghosts repay favors, cat demons repay their wishes?"

"Monsters are not stupid, how could they repay their kindness by compromising their merits and cultivation? Young man, read less monster novels, and repay kindness by teaching the basic law." Tan Zhao ruthlessly shattered people's beautiful fantasies.

"what?"

Yan Mei didn't pay attention to the monster's repayment, and said eagerly: "What will happen to him if he is swallowed by desire?"

"Being controlled by desire, you can understand it as a demon, when a person is controlled by a demon, then he is no longer a person, he has become a monster, not only affecting himself, but also can dominate others. "If Qian Jin is allowed to continue like this, those who are not strong-willed will become surrounded by his people. Gradually, he will have a large group of followers. As his influence expands, he will become a large group of followers. strength.

"The eyes of Mrs. Chen..."

Tan Zhao shook his head: "It's hard to say, we can only make a conclusion after meeting Mrs. Chen."

As the head of poetry tonight, it is only natural for Qian Jin to invite the gifted scholars present to have a drink. Although Fu Guogong’s mansion has no real power now, it does not lack money. Naturally, it is an elegant thing.

Qian Jin, as the host and center, naturally cannot avoid drinking and writing poems.

It's just that he doesn't hold a lot of alcohol, Xuanzang waited in the corridor for a short time, when he saw a figure of autumn fragrance with sloppy footsteps.

"You, who are you? Get out of the way!"

Xuanzang disliked the smell of wine lees, but he didn't back away. Instead, he clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, the benefactor of money, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and it's the end of the road."

Qian Jin was already half drunk, and frowned upon hearing this: "What a sea of ​​suffering, why turn around, the young master is a great talent now! Come on!"

Xuanzang still didn't back down: "How can you use other people's things for your own use? If the benefactor of the money is about to step on the wrong foot again, it may cause a catastrophe."

This sincere advice, in Qian Jin's ears, turned into a threat and a warning. His drink was half sober in an instant. Looking at the serious and stinking monk in front of him, apart from being a little scared, there was more in his heart. ...But he wanted to silence him.

Kill him, kill him and no one will know where the poems came from.

He is a talented man, a talented man who speaks eloquently and writes calmly. His wife, classmates, and father all praise him. He is the most talented person in the world. !

"you wanna die!"

Xuanzang's eyes showed compassion: "Amitabha, benefactor, you have thought about it."

Qian Jin took a deep look at the handsome monk. Apart from the malice in his eyes, there was also a bit of desire and eagerness. He suddenly had a very good idea.

A talented man with poetry and books must have a good appearance to match him, doesn't he?

Qian Jin suddenly stopped his malice, who in Chang'an would remember an unknown monk?

Xuanzang originally thought that his admonition had worked, but later, a deeper malice hit his face, and with it came a huge and thick force.

The handsome monk still held back and didn't take a step back.

"Brother Qian, are you alright?"

A voice suddenly came from a distance, and this voice also called Qian Jin who was being dominated by desire back to the world. Although he was not smart, he also understood that this was not a good place to do it.

Qian Jin took a deep look at the monk, and a not-so-obvious mark hit the monk, so he pushed the monk hard, walked around and left.

Not far away, he heard his voice responding: "Here we come, wait!"

The voice was peaceful, without any malice just now.

Xuanzang's back was covered with cold sweat, he was the only one in this empty corridor, he was holding on to the railing, the noise in the distance was still there, but it couldn't give him any warmth.

Just now, he faced the greatest evil thoughts of human beings. This evil thoughts came from the heart, evil and powerful, and he was not able to deal with it at this time.

Uncle was right, Qian Jin didn't have any idea of ​​self-help at all, Xuanzang could feel the strange smell on the other party's body, it was even heavier.

This is not a good thing.

When Xuanzang returned to the second floor, Yan Mei was discussing the solution with Tan Zhao. In fact, the simplest solution was of course to kill Qian Jin directly.

Without a petri dish, desire will naturally wither and disappear.

"Murder?"

They are all young men, even if they are angry, they can't do things like killing people and stealing goods.

Tan Zhao raised his eyebrows: "Since this one doesn't work, I'm afraid the two won't work either. After all, if you want to influence a person with evil thoughts, it may be difficult even if the Buddha comes."

"Then there are three more?"

"Of course there are three. It's very simple. Find someone with a sincere heart. His mind is pure and innocent. His heart is stronger than the beast in Qian Jin's heart. His power will be suppressed and swallowed up, and the matter will naturally be solved."

Yan Mei frowned: "Is such a person hard to find?"

Tan Zhao gave his own answer: "There may not be one out of a hundred thousand people."

Jia Mingsi began to scratch his head: "This doesn't work, and that doesn't work either. Is it possible to let the expansion of the surname Qian hurt people like this? Is there any justice in this world?"

Xuanzang outside the door happened to hear these words.

Tan Zhao turned his head, and when he heard someone knocking on the door, he wanted to say a few witty words, but when he saw the monk, his face suddenly changed: "I'm afraid this Qian is tired of working!"

Even if he dared to touch the flesh of the Tang monk in the future, it would be impossible not to go down to the [-]th floor of hell.

Xuanzang still had lingering fears: "What's wrong?"

Disgust flashed across Tan Zhao's face. He reached out to erase the obtrusive mark, but was stopped in the air: "Uncle, don't do it yet."

"You know? You know that he has evil intentions towards you. Is it possible that you want to learn from the Buddha and feed a tiger with your body?"

"Amitabha, the Buddha said, I will not go to hell, whoever goes to hell, I want to see again."

Tan Zhao was in a hurry. He was afraid that he had brought him into a ditch. If he brought him out, if he really "go to hell", Erlang God could turn him into a shredded chicken. Just thinking about that scene makes people laugh. The body shook.

But he understood that no one could shake the young monk's heart towards Buddha.

"What if he kills you?"

"Surface and life are delusions..."

Tan Zhao didn't like to hear this, so it was rare to interrupt the other party: "Forget it, the smell on Qian Jin's body is the same as the smell in the Hall of Endless Meaning?"

Xuanzang showed a pitiful expression: "Amitabha, exactly the same."

This is almost a final conclusion on Mrs. Chen's eyes. Since she was dissatisfied with Mrs. Chen, she shouldn't have engaged in the first place. Since she didn't like it, it's okay to withdraw the engagement. Now it's not difficult to get divorced, and she must hurt the eyes of other girls.

This is no longer the so-called talent-seeking, Tan Zhao rarely hates a person so much, Qian Jin is simply stench.

"Qian Jin is a sentient being, and Miss Chen is also a sentient being. There are so many sentient beings, how many can you save?"

The young monk fell into deep thought. He was only eighteen after all, a natural Buddha bone, but he still had a long way to go.

And just as the nephew and uncle were arguing, Mrs. Chen of the Minister of Rites finally woke up.

"My son, you are finally awake."

Mrs. Chen's eyes were dark, she couldn't see any light, she didn't even have tears, she remembered the fear of being dominated by her body, and the pain when her eyeballs were gouged out, and she uttered two words between her teeth: " Qian Jin!"

Mrs. Chen thought it was because her daughter knew that she was blind and was about to resign, and she felt distressed immediately. She cried while holding her daughter, but she didn't notice the hatred on her daughter's face under the bandage.