Master Lingbao breathed deeply.

On the paper in front of me, words came into view one by one.

He wrote it!

but……

"Why do I write these things?" he asked himself.

The memory just now was recalled in the soul.

When he picked up the pen, he seemed to be caught in some kind of impulse.

The urge to talk!

"Inner Demon!" Master Lingbao's pupils suddenly tightened.

but……

An empty shell, where does the inner demon come from?

Green lotus color flag?

Do Lingbao also have inner demons?

Master Lingbao is not sure, because he is just an empty shell created by a thought.

The sage’s magical power, the chess pieces selected from the dream.

Just a dreamer!

How does the person in the dream know so much?

Dreamers only know things in dreams.

Therefore, he has no idea about the saint’s secrets.

Therefore, Master Lingbao became afraid.

Inner demons...

The innate fear is entangled in Tao's heart.

He is not afraid of death or losing his soul, because he is just a person in a dream, a dream in vain.

Death is not a punishment, or even a reward.

It's even more insignificant if your soul is scattered!

He can return to dreams and his true nature.

In the dream of eternal annihilation of the essence, he is immortal.

But, the inner demon is different.

Once the inner demon arises and cannot be extinguished in time, everything will inevitably fall into the abyss.

Just like those demonic Buddhas and evil Bodhisattvas who fell into the sea of ​​blood and sank into the depths of the Netherworld.

Thinking of this, Master Lingbao immediately sat down cross-legged.

Every line of Sanskrit chant was read out from his mouth.

Let his Taoist mind have a moment of peace.

But soon, Master Lingbao discovered that if he stopped chanting sutras, the desire to talk would take over in his soul.

And in this silent treasure, isolated from the three realms.

The only thing he could do was to pick up a pen and write down his life on paper.

Anything goes!

But he must write. If he doesn't write, he will feel very uncomfortable.

Moreover, the urge to talk will become stronger and stronger as you write.

In the beginning, he could write whatever he wanted.

But, after a few days, he realized that he had to write something real and valuable.

"It is indeed the inner demon!"

Inner demon!

The enemy of all ascetics!

But Taoist monks only need to face the questioning of their own inner demons and Taoist hearts during the heavenly tribulation.

However, under the Western sect, inner demons are always with you like a shadow.

Legend has it that even saints gave birth to inner demons.

This is a special reason for Western orthodoxy.

The Western Dao regards adultery as a savage beast and regards greed, anger and ignorance as its enemies.

Only those who can overcome the mortal world and let go of their obsessions can achieve Bodhi.

As an empty shell, Master Lingbao immediately fell into true despair.

Because he knows that whether he kills this inner demon or not, he is in a desperate situation.

The true body will not let any thoughts that may be invaded by inner demons contaminate the great dream of annihilation or stain the flawless Buddha heart.

Therefore, it starts from the moment the inner demon is born from his soul.

There is no possibility for him to return to the dreamland.

Therefore, since his birth, he has never been as panicked as he is now.

…

Tuk-tuk-tuk!

The sound of the wooden fish echoed in the temple and touched people's hearts.

The monk under his cassock was trembling, staring at the golden body of the Bodhisattva in front of him.

"How good! How good!" The monk lowered his eyebrows and chanted: "My Buddha is compassionate and saves all living beings!"

However, there was a voice beside my ears, whispering: "Really?"

"Is my Buddha really compassionate?"

"Then why, since this year, in the Nanming Kingdom, there are thousands of miles of red land, the people are living in poverty, changing their children to eat, but I, the Buddha, turn a blind eye? Instead, the heads of the temples are urging the 'Buddha Fragrance'?!"

"Did you see it yesterday?"

"The family of four that the foreign minister of the temple kneeled down..."

"They knelt and died outside the Bodhisattva's dojo, but until their death, the Bodhisattva didn't show any mercy to them?!"

The monk became ferocious in front of him.

The death state of the four corpses that I saw with my own eyes at the gate of the temple yesterday appeared before my eyes.

Men, women, children, girls.

A family of four huddled together.

The two children's eyes were wide open, their yellow hair looked like withered weeds, and their bodies were as hunched as dry firewood.

They are starving to death.

Starve to death in front of the Bodhisattva's monastery, starve to death in front of the temple that is full of incense and has millions of stones in savings.

And the Bodhisattva just looked at it.

The monks in the temple just watched.

The golden bodies of Bodhisattvas, Vajras, and Arhats in the temple just looked at them like this.

No one is moved, no one is emotional.

"Shut up!" The monk said with a stern look on his face: "My Buddha is so compassionate, how can I tolerate blasphemy?"

"Cause and karma are an endless cycle. Perhaps that family of four committed evil in the past life and will just pay for it in this life!"

"Hahaha!" whispered in the ear, laughing wildly.

"Remember a year ago?"

"The Lord of Nanming Kingdom, come to this Samantabhadra Temple to fulfill your wish..."

"Three thousand soldiers opened the way, and six thousand Buddhist slaves paid tribute..."

"Everyone holds incense and copper in their hands, and everyone pays tribute with silk and silk!"

"Why did he come to fulfill his wish?!"

The voice asked: "Do you remember?!"

"You remember!"

The monk's expression gradually solidified.

Of course he remembers, of course he remembers.

The leader of the Nanming Kingdom came to Nanming Puxian Temple a year ago to fulfill his vow because before that, the people of the Nanming Kingdom could not bear the oppression and revolted.

The rebel army quickly swept across the country.

Valley/span> Then, three thousand Buddhist soldiers went to battle at Nanming Puxian Temple.
To be continued...