He didn't dare to delay, so he quickly digged two bites of vegetables and ended the meal in a panic.

After putting the bowls and chopsticks and calming down, he went out and caught up with the two middle-aged monks.

After bowing slowly, he said, "Dare you ask me, can you know the specific things that happened in the village you mentioned?"

He was still gentle when he was guilty, at least he was the master of the abbot, and the kind that monks would respect him when they saw him.

The junior was puzzled at first, but only then did he understand. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

With respectful hands folded, they said, "Yes, abbot, you seem to have come from the north, and I don't know if you have passed by that village. Their surnames are rare..."

Although I don’t know why this guilty abbot wanted to know the root of their tongues, at least I was careful. Thinking of it, the junior told the story he heard in detail.

After listening, I felt guilty and felt that a basin of cold water was poured from head to toe.

Inexplicably and suspicious, he forgot to say "thank you".

Seeing that he was stunned, the juniors bowed and went there for some reason.

It was not until he returned to the guest room and pressed his hand on the old paint-deleted wooden door handle that he slowly realized. Although the temperature at the soles of his feet still did not come back.

What I never expected was that the one who died was two of the four brothers who had just held the funeral of my mother. As for the person who set fire, he set himself on the spot.

Burn is a brother and his family. Whoever calls their last name is very easy to remember.

However, the most amazing thing is that the person who sets arson is not someone else, but the little girl at home.

Little sister?

"Why is this? Where is a little girl from the family?"

I can't figure it out even if I feel guilty.

He turned his head in dismay and wanted to find a sip of water to moisten his dry throat, and then he was surprised to find that the lazy golden-body arhat was lying on the bed.

"You're back."

The monk yawned, as if he had been waiting for him for a long time.

"Uncle Master!"

I felt guilty and rushed forward immediately.

"Do you know what's going on? That family is not four brothers, and in the end I let them share the property equally! Why are there still... "

He has too much trouble.

But even as he spoke, his voice became weaker. He had an ominous premonition.

The monk nodded, as if he agreed with his question, and said, "Yes. What else do they have to be dissatisfied with?

But how do you know that the family has a little sister. The old man prefers boys over girls and refuses to recognize this girl. In the end, the girl was so angry that she set fire to the fire overnight and even wanted his own life. The one used to light the fire was the ancient painting she gave. Speaking of which, the girl was the one who took care of the old woman for three years and sent her to the death.

As a result, as soon as the man died, he rushed up like a vulture..."

He could no longer listen to what the monk said later.

It's her!

I was so guilty that I was gasping for a cold breath, and finally remembered the face of the woman in black standing in the corner, which looked like the old woman in the photo.

The girl in black is the little girl!

Seeing his expression turned into shock and regret, his sudden realization was self-evident.

"It seems you understand." The monk smiled.

I really don't understand.

"You have been watching me clearly, but why didn't you remind me at that time?" Such words and questioned, even his voice unconsciously raised his voice a little.

Isn’t this just a careless person? The monk can see it all over the place? Countless questions are stuck in the throat of guilt.

"No one is always doing the right thing. We are all practicing. We have to see the sufferings of others and our own sufferings with all our hearts."

His eyes looked at him, as if he had seen through his heart.

The monk's eyebrows were slightly downward, and he looked at him with guilt and smiled compassionately.

"I feel guilty, the road is still long."

This long sigh almost broke the old monk's heart.

This smile made the monk look even more like the Buddha statue in the temple. Why did he never find that he was so dignified when he was a child?

He smiled bitterly with a guilty smile, as if he was stinging, and he lowered his head slightly.

I don’t know what the monk was thinking, but he just held his chin and chanted the Buddha’s name, and then disappeared in his posture of lying on the bed.

The light disappeared, and I sat on the bed with a guilty heart, and then I realized that I had already had my legs weak.

I haven't come back to my senses for a long time.

He didn't go back.

This may not be unexpected. I felt guilty and did not choose to go back to remedy it. Instead, I chose to continue going south.

After all, things have come to this point. If he wants to turn back and save those brothers, he really doesn't know what kind of mood he will recite the mantra of rebirth.

He didn't know how to face the rest of his family who might suffer for the rest of his life. But surely, his heart was covered with an indelible layer of haze.

Thinking of this, setting off again seemed like running away.

The further you go south, the more urbanization becomes more and more developed.

I feel guilty about getting less and less food from temples that hold orders, and it is becoming more and more difficult to beg for alms. Some are because the temple operation is really difficult and I can't afford to support monks who hold orders. My own people are so hungry that they have no energy to do farm work. Some are people's indifference.

It turns out that the altitude of the Miaoran Temple is too high and it is not easy to attract believers. Unexpectedly, after seeing it, I realized that it was the reason for the decline of Buddhism. What is even more ironic is that it was a wrong move from within Buddhism.

Many of the puzzles I used to think about now are just sad.

More facts came immediately after he understood them, and he did not allow guilt to have peace.

Although there are still many questions, he is guilty and kind at least, and his practice is only based on chanting scriptures. Therefore, when he encounters things within his ability, he will always take action in time. It is his remedy.

It was as if he was sneaking in the big waves without swimming goggles, so he must open his eyes and try his best to see clearly.

This may also be his practice.

After that night, the Seng Sang Arhat did not appear again. Although he never heard of anything wrong he had done, he was always frightened.

Mistakes are always the scars of mistakes, and he will not have much experience in facing mistakes again.

I feel guilty and do a lot of good things to save the souls of homeless people, chant curses to keep the children from getting rid of illness, make talismans to produce peace, stop stealing, and persuade those who covet other people's money, but the more these small things I do, the more I feel guilty and emptiness...

Did he come out to do these things?

The answer is unknown.

However, just like the level of modernization, the more difficult it is for the world to treat him. Sometimes, as soon as he reminds a woman that she is followed, he will immediately roll his eyes and wave "Go away, I don't believe in Buddhism." Although he still told her to pay attention to her, he only got suspicious eyes.

Naturally, most people in the world do not believe in Buddhism, and they know that they are guilty.

But basic politeness and trust, like the fallen leaves in late autumn, are no longer evergreen, and they are gone as soon as the fire is burned.

As usual, he walked on the road by twisting Buddhist beads.

It was already late at this time, and I hadn't met a temple that could be placed in three days. After eating half of the leftover steamed buns in the morning, I felt guilty and drank some water from the public toilet.

After enduring countless sentences such as "If you don't believe in Buddhism, go away" and "I'm sorry, the shop will not be on credit", he was tired and hungry, and he no longer had the strength to speak again.

After all, a 70-year-old monk would have ended up like this?

If it weren't for the spring seasons in the south, he could still tolerate the wind in single clothes and the night, he would probably have become a homeless man who had been freed to death. He was saved or was free from his own life.

Even the polite rejection was an ice knife added to his already cold heart. However, what does the cold on his body count as compared to the cold in his heart?

The remaining 200 yuan was not dared to move until first aid. At this moment, I felt guilty and wanted to find a back alley with no one, or a place to shelter under the bridge to have a good sleep. When I woke up, I continued to look for the nearest temple.

The good thing is that after inquiring, the nearest temple is not far away.

Just as I was thinking about how far it was, the whistling sound of motorcycles came from far and near. Just hearing it was a bit scary. Even though I was on the sidewalk, I still walked in unconsciously.

There were more deceased demons on the road than he imagined.

When I passed by my side with my heart, the sound of the motorcycle engine was so loud that it could almost deepen the tinnitus of the elderly.

The car quickly stopped on one side, and got off the car was a man and a woman. The man's flower arms and his flower shirt were seamlessly connected, which was dazzling.

There was a constant whistling sound, not only one but several motorcycles arrived one after another, all of which were parked under the red neon sign.

There seems to be something "bad". I feel guilty and don't know the places that young people like, nor do I like them very much. If I go in, I guess I can't help but recite the scriptures until I'm taken out.

He smiled bitterly and couldn't help but shake his head.

What if it was in Miaoran Temple at this point?

Maybe the junior brother would also squeeze into the abbot's meditation room with a bundle of wood and two bowls of dumplings, and he would have to eat it.

I suddenly felt guilty and felt a little uncontrollable homesickness. I didn't feel sad.

I wonder what happened to my junior brother and the people in Miaoran Temple...

It's ridiculous, what exactly is he doing here?
To be continued...