Chapter 483: Kingsoft News, Down the Mountain to Subdue the Demons

"Who are you?"

No matter how hard the little Tang monk was taught to be pedantic and dull, he focused on Buddhist scriptures.

After all, it is the reincarnation of the Golden Cicada, with a little bit of inspiration, and his mind is actually extremely smart.

However, he had no way to experience it, nor could he see more. Apart from Buddhist scriptures and Buddhist light brainwashing, he did not absorb any other knowledge.

All the memories of the past are cleared, like a piece of white paper...

Even so, he still felt something was wrong.

"Master said that the great enemy of Buddhism is a demon, and it is difficult to break the demon of my heart. Could it be that I have too many random thoughts on my daily life, which breeds the demon of my heart and tempts me to fall?"

The child’s thoughts are actually very simple, and he doesn’t know how to hide his emotions. He felt puzzled in his heart, and Yang Lin discovered it.

He smiled softly in his mind: "You say that demons are demons, I am the inner demon, then if you don't listen, your master Faming, only teaches chanting scriptures all day long. He is very capable and does not teach you the means of subduing demons, haha..."

Yang Lin's words are heartbroken: "I will only ask you one thing, is he good to you? I know that your home is not far from the foot of the mountain, and with his footsteps, it is not far away. With his thoughts, I will step on a thousand mountains and you will be able to arrive soon, why don't you send you home to see it?"

"Entering sutras and worshiping Buddha every day, without any spare time, look at other little novice monks and donors. They have masters and parents holding them, playing around, and being happy. What about you? Do you still remember who you are and why you recite sutras? Is it a way to save all sentient beings? What are the benefits of sentient beings and you?"

Yang Lin's every word is to kill the heart.

He actually didn't know how to explain his origin to the little guy, nor did he know how to prove his position.

But, that's OK.

The little guy has already arranged an identity for him.

Inner Demon.

Very suitable, isn't it?

Yang Lin was not worried at all that the little guy told Monk Faming about this, and even told the Buddha statue.

A child who can say that "all sentient beings suffer."

It is conceivable how much suffering he has endured in his heart.

Yang Lin didn't know why Faming taught the little guy so harshly.

It was just speculation that this old monk might want to cultivate the resentment and perpetual resentment in the little guy's heart. Only then would he hate the heavens and the earth, hate the injustice in the world, and hate the injustice in the world.

Only then did he have enough murderous intentions to kill the water bandit "Liu Hong" with an extremely cold attitude, and watched Yin Wenjiao commit suicide. He also cut off the three thousand worries without looking back, kowtowed a thousand times, and worshipped into Lingshan.

One thought becomes a demon, one thought becomes a Buddha.

If you have never experienced resentment and hatred and are full of hostility, how can you love the world and save all living beings?

Therefore, in the early growth process, Dharma Ming is the carrier of enduring hatred and resentment, making the little guy think nothing, just recite the Buddha's name with all his heart, seeking the Dharma from the Buddhist scriptures, and saving himself...

Because of this, the little guy will not tell his master or everything about himself.

He was used to it and was silently enduring it alone.

In fact, in his heart, he would think that even if he told the old monk, he would probably not help him clear his inner demons, but would be able to beat him up.

He will believe that he is not sincere in worshiping Buddha and does not recite scriptures carefully, so he will have many evil thoughts in his heart.

Sure enough, the days ahead.

The little guy really didn't tell the old monk Faming about all kinds of abnormalities.

He even regarded Yang Lin's usual words as a pleasure to relieve boredom.

Sometimes when I feel like I will ask Yang Lin to tell short stories.

"Inner Demon, Inner Demon, have the seven gourd babies you mentioned yesterday saved grandpa?"

"No, this is actually the conspiracy of the mountain god. Whether it is the snake spirit or grandpa, it is all one of them. Later, it was just to refine the gourd baby into a treasure..."

Well, Yang Lin told the little guy the story of the Calabash.

Of course it's the dark version.

The little guy is born smart. He can recite the Buddhist scriptures with just one glance at him.

Of course, he could understand and learn the truths in the story.

On weekdays, he still looked dull and confused, reciting scriptures all day long.

However, in secret, in the place where Monk Faming could not see, there was already a little more enlightenment in his eyes.

"Where is Little Red Riding Hood? Has it been eaten by the big bad wolf?"

"Little Red Riding Hood is very smart, as smart as you. He saw through the big bad wolf at first sight, but he didn't get fooled at all..."

Yang Lin said with a smile.

...

The leaves on the mountain are green and yellow.

The weather has also become colder.

On this day, the strong wind blew up the silk rain and fell into the temple in a slanted manner.

Little Tang Monk sat cross-legged in front of the window, feeling the coldness of Xiaoyu, holding the ancient scrolls of Buddhist scriptures in his hand, and didn't know what he was thinking.

The voice of conversation came from next door.

Although Yang Lin's Jingyuan clone was buried in the blood mole, hiding his breath and hiding his shape without touching a trace of Buddha's light, his five senses were extremely sensitive and had heard it clearly. It was a guest in the temple who asked to see Elder Faming.

"Elder, now the mountain gate has welcomed many people who are suffering, and they cannot even drive away. Many donors near you are also afraid of demons and devour people. They go into the mountain to raise incense and ask for my Buddha's blessing, but I don't know what to do next..."

"The demons are chaotic every three years, and demon clouds are everywhere. The people have high hopes for Jinshan Temple and seek protection, but they cannot ignore them. I am merciful, and I will go down the mountain to eliminate demons immediately and cannot cool the hearts of believers."

Monk Faming has long been used to these things.

In the past, the monks in Jinshan Temple would wander around and kill demons, of course, the most important thing was to spread reputation and build Buddhist sects.

In the past few years, the people in Jiangzhou have been able to live in it, and 80% of the people in Jinshan Temple have been fewer than 90%. They have no choice but to let it go.

For Faming, every evil monster that harms people is actually a treasure.

If it were peace in the world, no one believed in it, so they could only recite scriptures and worship Buddha, and stayed in the temple all day long, and no one cared about it.

"Incense, incense..."

Faming murmured a few words, cheered up, and after he waved his guard back, he prepared to go down the mountain.

"Jiang Liuer is already three and a half years old. It is time to see the Buddhist method of killing demons and eliminating demons, and see the sufferings of sentient beings..."

Monk Faming walked to the bedroom of the little Tang Monk and saw a small figure. He was concentrating on studying Buddhist scriptures and nodded slowly.

"Follow me to go down the mountain."

He stretched out his hand, held Jiang Liu'er, and slowly walked out of Jinshan Temple.

Yang Lin was silent among the blood mole and did not speak.

Little Tang Monk quietly lowered his eyelids, followed quietly, and said nothing.

...

"Three years of demon chaos, the devil was born, the disaster was restored, and a good opportunity."

Three years have passed.

Wei Wuji still had a light robe and a slow belt, his face was as good as a jade crown. Time seemed to have no trace left on him.

However, Shang Huainan and Luying around him clearly felt that their young master was actually much older.

The inner torture and depression made him live like a year.

Always patient.

endure.
Chapter completed!