In the afternoon, in the wasteland next to the road, the bandits from Yifei Village dug several pits and were sending their dead brothers into it to bury them.

It is a few days away from Qinglong Mountain. It is definitely not possible to take these corpses on the way.

I could only bury myself first, and then drive the carriage and carry the thin-skinned coffin to move the corpse back to Shifei Village.

The monk sat cross-legged in front of the large tombs, turning Buddhist beads in his hands, knocking on wooden fish, and muttering words in his mouth.

Strange to say.

The Lang Monk also slaughtered the people from this place.

Logically speaking, people who are not good at villages should hate him.

But when he was doing rituals for these dead souls, no one came to disturb him.

Even Qian Guaizi and Lang Mutou, who hated the most of the monk, were honestly supported by his companions, and amid the chanting of the monk, he bid farewell to his brothers and went to Huangquan Road.

The reciting of the monk is quite organized and indeed has a certain attitude as a monk.

Seeing that he was so sincere in reliving the dead souls, it was difficult for those who were not the village to reveal their hatred.

Even if these bandits knew before their lifetime that they had no business to do what they did, they would have a high chance of being sent to the eighteenth level of hell and would not be reborn after death.

But even so, they still hope that after their death, there will be monks like Lang Monk to pray for their salvation.

If you can learn that you will go to a good place after you die, you will probably be braver when facing death.

This is the power of faith.

The iron-broken boy held a heavy sword as a shovel, silently helping the dead to fill the soil.

These people died because of him.

Although he could tell himself that this was a misunderstanding.

but...

The facts cannot be changed after all.

His biological father sent someone to find him, but he killed those who took him home. This made Zheti and Qiu Buping first rifted between them before they met.

Fate made a bad joke with this boy.

A volume of "The Original Vow of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva" was recited repeatedly three times. Those who were non-city were lined up and knelt three times to the newly-made cemeteries on the roadside.

There is no incense, candles, paper money, and no filial son’s sorrow and joy.

The brothers who fought together quietly left the world.

How miserable, how miserable.

These bandits are saying goodbye to their friends, but they are also saying goodbye to themselves in advance.

The two camps were fighting against the Southern Dynasties, and the elite troops of the Northern Dynasties were eyeing each other.

No one knows whether they can survive to the end or see the boss. The uneven gun and his brothers won again.

Perhaps, these brothers have just taken a step earlier.

"Iron-cut donor, I am confused in your heart."

After the salvation was over, everyone decided to rest here for a night so that they could leave enough time for the folding iron to think.

After having supper, the monk took advantage of the walk and walked naturally to sit outside the camp, looking blankly at the side of the starry sky above his head.

This Buddhist man said in a gentle tone:

"But I can't make a decision? I'll talk to me, maybe it will be helpful."

"Master, please sit down."

Xiao Tie was really confused at this time.

He asked the Lang Monk to sit beside him, although he had no interaction with the master before.

But the same thing happened, he believed in Qingqing. If Qingqing thought Langseng could trust, then Xiao Tie could trust him too.

"I guess, the donor must be having a hard time at this time, right?"

The monk turned the Buddhist beads with a smile.

He knew that when talking to a simple boy like Zheti, he could not play Buddhist cleverness, and it would be best to communicate equally.

Tell me calmly, the best results.

He went straight to the topic and said in half:

"I don't want to interfere with the donor's decision, but there are three things I need to tell the donor, just... a little insignificant life experience.

The donor just thinks it’s listening to the story, just listen to it.”

"Master, tell me."

The iron-cut boy held a heavy sword and was born in a major change. In this confused night, only this cold sword could give him a hint of reliable warmth.

"I am a Buddhist, and Buddhism emphasizes the cycle of rebirth."

The monk turned the Buddhist beads and said softly:

"Most of the world think that Buddhism is to endure the sufferings of this life and enjoy the blessings of the next life.

This statement cannot be considered wrong, but in fact, my Buddhist sect also says that fate is impermanent and there is no need to worry, but occasionally you have to be angry with Vajra.

In my opinion, this person’s life, fate can be changed and the ending can be changed, but his family background cannot be changed."

The monk laughed and said:

"Your family is poor, blessed, noble, or ordinary, and you can't choose it yourself. This is the Buddhist reincarnation.

Ordinary people say that you will suffer in this life and enjoy happiness in the next life.

But if you are poor, you have to hate blame your parents who have given birth to you. Because your family is rich, you feel that you are born lucky, which is a big problem.

No matter who your biological father is or what his identity is, he is your father. And this is your fate, that is, your fate, so you must accept it.

No matter how high your martial arts are, you will be bound by blood. Are you saying what I said is right?"

Zhe Tie nodded.

The monk said again:

“That’s one, then the second.

I have also heard my niece Shiyin say that you are looking for relatives in Qilu to resolve the knot in your heart. But this time you have knot in your heart?"

The monk turned the Buddhist beads and his tone became calmer, he said:

“Everything in the world begins and ends.

Heart knots, heart disorders, and heart demons are the same. If you want to resolve the knot, you must first have the idea of ​​untie it. If you just escape, the knots of your heart will always be the knots of your heart.

Not only will it not be able to be solved, it will ferment like poison, and eventually defile your kindness, like falling into the heart demon hell.

You are a warrior, little brother. If you want to improve your martial arts, you have to move forward!

If you have a demon in your heart, it will be difficult to reach the end of the martial arts path. If you make mistakes again and again, it will be a big problem."

"What I said is correct?"

Jitie nodded again.

These two principles are impeccable.

"In the end, let's not talk about Buddhism or rebirth, let's talk about the most realistic things now."

The monk sighed, and stopped the turning Buddhist beads in his hand and said:

"You have a close relationship with Young Master Shen Qiu and regard him as your brother.

But Young Hero Shen Qiu was plundered by the Qingyang Demon Lord. Since the poor monk came to Qilu, he would definitely do his best to help.

But Ai Dachai is a master of the Heavenly List and is the best in the world. Even if I am a monk, the mountain ghost donor, and the flower green donor, he may not be his opponent.

If our rescue is unfavorable, Young Master Shen Qiu will be in danger."

The monk let out a sigh and said:

"But what if I wait for this side, I will have another Tianbang to help the boxing?"

"Um?"

The broken iron-blinked eyes and he looked at the Lang Monk.

The latter closed his eyes slightly and said softly:

"I will say from a utilitarian perspective that if the hatred is really your biological father, little brother, you can ask him to help you rescue Young Master Shen Qiu.

If you can tell him, plus the three of us, the rescue will be eight or even nine points!"

Ji Tie wanted to say something, but he fell silent.

Lang Monk shook his head, he stood up, patted the folded iron shoulder, and he said:

"My Buddha once said, I don't have it, how can I be born with hatred and love?

My Buddha said again, if I don’t go to hell, who will go to hell?
To be continued...