Chapter 1947: If you just want to be a person
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"Well, I have killed many people."
Su Nan has long been unable to count the number of people who died in her hands.
Some have to be killed, and some have different positions... But after all, they died in her hands, including other intelligent races besides humans.
"So." The monk just nodded slightly.
Su Nan glanced at him and continued to eat.
What a strange monk.
The twilight is getting deeper, and there are more unknown insects in the silent mountains and forests, the bright white moon hangs in the night sky, the stars are shining, and the galaxy is gorgeous.
Su Nan lay on the grass, quietly looking at the night sky in a daze.
"donor."
Su Nan suddenly heard the monk's voice from his side, and Su Nan didn't turn his head: "What's the matter?"
"Have you ever thought of putting down the butcher knife in your hand?"
"Do you monks all feel that'put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha right away'? But monk, have you ever thought about those people who died in my hands if I let go? Who should bear this murder? ?"
Su Nan chuckled lightly, seeming to be mocking, but she didn't know whether she was mocking the monk or herself.
Maybe just like the monk said, letting go can be detached, but there are always people who hold it and can't let go of those long-dead past events.
The monk was stunned, not knowing how to respond for a while.
"Goodness, don't know the monk for the time being, let me think about it."
After a long pause, the monk said the sound of Buddha, then found a place to sit quietly, closed his eyes and started thinking.
He traveled westward to inquire about the mind of the Buddha, about the seven emotions and six desires, about karma, and a word of Buddha in Ming's mind, but when faced with Su Nan's question, he suddenly didn't know how to answer.
Neither of them had any conversation for the next few days.
The monk was silent all the way, frowning slightly from time to time, still thinking about what Su Nan asked him that night.
It may be that the atmosphere was too quiet. Su Nan called to him during the meal: "Hey, monk."
"What's the matter?" The monk said very little.
"Do you think there are any longevity people in this world?" Su Nan asked.
The monk seriously thought about it, and nodded slightly: "The world is so big that there are no surprises. If you think about it, it should be there."
Su Nan seemed to be asking the monk, but also asking herself: "Then do you think this longevity is a good thing or a bad thing?"
The monk spends a little more time thinking about it: "The cycle of life and death, the laws of nature, and all races in the world have their predestined rules. The life span of ordinary people will be returned to the world within a hundred years. Even cultivators have a life limit. Most monsters live longer than cultivators, but they also have a day of death. If they really live forever...it would be too bitter."
Seeing the familiar things disappear in the years, leaving oneself alone, it is hard to bear the loneliness here.
"Yes, it's really bitter." Su Nan hooked her mouth, as if she wanted to laugh, but finally lowered her eyebrows and ate the fruit just picked from the tree.
I'm not mature, it's sour, so sore tears almost shed.
Buddhism said, "Save one's life and win the seventh level of the Buddha." Su Nan felt that someone like her might not even have the qualifications to go to hell, and could only stay in this world and suffer forever.
"Then you say, is there a way to avoid suffering?"
The monk looked at the mountains in the distance: "Perhaps it is to become that immortal, to escape the world, and to throw away the worries of the world, naturally it will not be bitter, or become a demon, do whatever he wants, and do harm to the world."
Su Nan ate the remaining fruit without saying a word.
Fairies, demons...
But she just wants to be a person.
The breeze was blowing gently, blowing the branches and leaves with a light "rustle".
The person beside him sat on the grass, took off the hat, and the blue silk swayed slightly, looking at the distant mountains, as if looking farther and inaccessible, with a somewhat inexplicable look in his eyes. Like loneliness, but also like withered.
Sitting there, it doesn't seem to belong to this world.
The monk looked at her blankly for a while, then closed his eyes and did not look at her.
Su Nan was just in a daze. For her, this might be the easiest way to kill time.
"Goodness."
The monk closed his eyes and said softly, this sentence in Buddhism meant to convict, and he didn't know why he was convicting.
After a short break, move on.
The monk only knows to go west. Su Nan thinks that his destination should be Mount Xumi, where he may find the answer to this trip, or get nothing at all. This is the case in life. There is no time to reach the end of his heart. , No one knows what will happen.
In the evening, the monk seemed to understand something, and asked Su Nan not far away: "I don't know where the donor kills evil?"
Su Nan's action of throwing firewood into the bonfire paused for a while, and her voice was flat: "I can't remember."
The orange-red fire light reflected on her face, and the scattered long hair cast interlaced shadows, making her look difficult to see.
The monk was silent for a while and nodded: "Little monk understands."
"Monk, did you think of the answer to the question I asked you earlier?"
Su Nan turned over the bonfire with a branch, and a little spark burst out, like the stars on that day, the swaying firelight was brighter.
"I don't know." The monk shook his head, "The little monk has a shallow cultivation base, and I don't know how to answer the donor for the time being."
"Then you don't need to answer." Su Nan said casually, she hadn't cared anymore after such a long time.
The monk didn't even listen, his hands clasped together, his eyes were clean and clear, and there was no distraction: "The little monk is willing to chant the scriptures for the donor every day, so that he can get rid of evil for the donor."
"whatever."
Su Nan waved her hand, lay down on the soft grass, looking at the empty night sky, not knowing what she was thinking, she was basically like this every night, maybe she was reminiscing about the past that has passed away, or she was just in a daze. , Maybe even she herself doesn't know.
"The Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara, who walks deep prajna paramita for a long time, sees that the five aggregates are empty, and saves all suffering..."
The monk chanted the scriptures in a low voice, not abrupt in this quiet mountain forest, but integrated into this world.
Su Nan listened quietly.
Maybe it can really save her murder, or maybe just talk about it, it doesn't make much difference to her.
As a result, there were more monks' chanting on the way, which was chanted when walking, when eating, and even when resting.
Su Nan didn't think he was bothering him, so just read it. If she wanted to, she couldn't change the monk's mind.
The two continued on.
After a period of time, it may be dozens of days or hundreds of days, and the monk is chanting every day.
Until one day, Su Nan bid farewell to the monk, she naturally wouldn't accompany the monk on.
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"Well, I have killed many people."
Su Nan has long been unable to count the number of people who died in her hands.
Some have to be killed, and some have different positions... But after all, they died in her hands, including other intelligent races besides humans.
"So." The monk just nodded slightly.
Su Nan glanced at him and continued to eat.
What a strange monk.
The twilight is getting deeper, and there are more unknown insects in the silent mountains and forests, the bright white moon hangs in the night sky, the stars are shining, and the galaxy is gorgeous.
Su Nan lay on the grass, quietly looking at the night sky in a daze.
"donor."
Su Nan suddenly heard the monk's voice from his side, and Su Nan didn't turn his head: "What's the matter?"
"Have you ever thought of putting down the butcher knife in your hand?"
"Do you monks all feel that'put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha right away'? But monk, have you ever thought about those people who died in my hands if I let go? Who should bear this murder? ?"
Su Nan chuckled lightly, seeming to be mocking, but she didn't know whether she was mocking the monk or herself.
Maybe just like the monk said, letting go can be detached, but there are always people who hold it and can't let go of those long-dead past events.
The monk was stunned, not knowing how to respond for a while.
"Goodness, don't know the monk for the time being, let me think about it."
After a long pause, the monk said the sound of Buddha, then found a place to sit quietly, closed his eyes and started thinking.
He traveled westward to inquire about the mind of the Buddha, about the seven emotions and six desires, about karma, and a word of Buddha in Ming's mind, but when faced with Su Nan's question, he suddenly didn't know how to answer.
Neither of them had any conversation for the next few days.
The monk was silent all the way, frowning slightly from time to time, still thinking about what Su Nan asked him that night.
It may be that the atmosphere was too quiet. Su Nan called to him during the meal: "Hey, monk."
"What's the matter?" The monk said very little.
"Do you think there are any longevity people in this world?" Su Nan asked.
The monk seriously thought about it, and nodded slightly: "The world is so big that there are no surprises. If you think about it, it should be there."
Su Nan seemed to be asking the monk, but also asking herself: "Then do you think this longevity is a good thing or a bad thing?"
The monk spends a little more time thinking about it: "The cycle of life and death, the laws of nature, and all races in the world have their predestined rules. The life span of ordinary people will be returned to the world within a hundred years. Even cultivators have a life limit. Most monsters live longer than cultivators, but they also have a day of death. If they really live forever...it would be too bitter."
Seeing the familiar things disappear in the years, leaving oneself alone, it is hard to bear the loneliness here.
"Yes, it's really bitter." Su Nan hooked her mouth, as if she wanted to laugh, but finally lowered her eyebrows and ate the fruit just picked from the tree.
I'm not mature, it's sour, so sore tears almost shed.
Buddhism said, "Save one's life and win the seventh level of the Buddha." Su Nan felt that someone like her might not even have the qualifications to go to hell, and could only stay in this world and suffer forever.
"Then you say, is there a way to avoid suffering?"
The monk looked at the mountains in the distance: "Perhaps it is to become that immortal, to escape the world, and to throw away the worries of the world, naturally it will not be bitter, or become a demon, do whatever he wants, and do harm to the world."
Su Nan ate the remaining fruit without saying a word.
Fairies, demons...
But she just wants to be a person.
The breeze was blowing gently, blowing the branches and leaves with a light "rustle".
The person beside him sat on the grass, took off the hat, and the blue silk swayed slightly, looking at the distant mountains, as if looking farther and inaccessible, with a somewhat inexplicable look in his eyes. Like loneliness, but also like withered.
Sitting there, it doesn't seem to belong to this world.
The monk looked at her blankly for a while, then closed his eyes and did not look at her.
Su Nan was just in a daze. For her, this might be the easiest way to kill time.
"Goodness."
The monk closed his eyes and said softly, this sentence in Buddhism meant to convict, and he didn't know why he was convicting.
After a short break, move on.
The monk only knows to go west. Su Nan thinks that his destination should be Mount Xumi, where he may find the answer to this trip, or get nothing at all. This is the case in life. There is no time to reach the end of his heart. , No one knows what will happen.
In the evening, the monk seemed to understand something, and asked Su Nan not far away: "I don't know where the donor kills evil?"
Su Nan's action of throwing firewood into the bonfire paused for a while, and her voice was flat: "I can't remember."
The orange-red fire light reflected on her face, and the scattered long hair cast interlaced shadows, making her look difficult to see.
The monk was silent for a while and nodded: "Little monk understands."
"Monk, did you think of the answer to the question I asked you earlier?"
Su Nan turned over the bonfire with a branch, and a little spark burst out, like the stars on that day, the swaying firelight was brighter.
"I don't know." The monk shook his head, "The little monk has a shallow cultivation base, and I don't know how to answer the donor for the time being."
"Then you don't need to answer." Su Nan said casually, she hadn't cared anymore after such a long time.
The monk didn't even listen, his hands clasped together, his eyes were clean and clear, and there was no distraction: "The little monk is willing to chant the scriptures for the donor every day, so that he can get rid of evil for the donor."
"whatever."
Su Nan waved her hand, lay down on the soft grass, looking at the empty night sky, not knowing what she was thinking, she was basically like this every night, maybe she was reminiscing about the past that has passed away, or she was just in a daze. , Maybe even she herself doesn't know.
"The Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara, who walks deep prajna paramita for a long time, sees that the five aggregates are empty, and saves all suffering..."
The monk chanted the scriptures in a low voice, not abrupt in this quiet mountain forest, but integrated into this world.
Su Nan listened quietly.
Maybe it can really save her murder, or maybe just talk about it, it doesn't make much difference to her.
As a result, there were more monks' chanting on the way, which was chanted when walking, when eating, and even when resting.
Su Nan didn't think he was bothering him, so just read it. If she wanted to, she couldn't change the monk's mind.
The two continued on.
After a period of time, it may be dozens of days or hundreds of days, and the monk is chanting every day.
Until one day, Su Nan bid farewell to the monk, she naturally wouldn't accompany the monk on.
"Well, I have killed many people."Su Nan has long been unable to count the number of people who died in her hands.Some have to be killed, and some have different positions... But after all, they died in her hands, including other intelligent races besides humans."So." The monk just nodded slightly.Su Nan glanced at him and continued to eat.What a strange monk.The twilight is getting deeper, and there are more unknown insects in the silent mountains and forests, the bright white moon hangs in the night sky, the stars are shining, and the galaxy is gorgeous.Su Nan lay on the grass, quietly looking at the night sky in a daze."donor."Su Nan suddenly heard the monk's voice from his side, and Su Nan didn't turn his head: "What's the matter?""Have you ever thought of putting down the butcher knife in your hand?""Do you monks all feel that'put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha right away'? But monk, have you ever thought about those people who died in my hands if I let go? Who should bear this murder? ?"Su Nan chuckled lightly, seeming to be mocking, but she didn't know whether she was mocking the monk or herself.Maybe just like the monk said, letting go can be detached, but there are always people who hold it and can't let go of those long-dead past events.The monk was stunned, not knowing how to respond for a while."Goodness, don't know the monk for the time being, let me think about it."After a long pause, the monk said the sound of Buddha, then found a place to sit quietly, closed his eyes and started thinking.He traveled westward to inquire about the mind of the Buddha, about the seven emotions and six desires, about karma, and a word of Buddha in Ming's mind, but when faced with Su Nan's question, he suddenly didn't know how to answer.Neither of them had any conversation for the next few days.The monk was silent all the way, frowning slightly from time to time, still thinking about what Su Nan asked him that night.It may be that the atmosphere was too quiet. Su Nan called to him during the meal: "Hey, monk.""What's the matter?" The monk said very little."Do you think there are any longevity people in this world?" Su Nan asked.The monk seriously thought about it, and nodded slightly: "The world is so big that there are no surprises. If you think about it, it should be there."Su Nan seemed to be asking the monk, but also asking herself: "Then do you think this longevity is a good thing or a bad thing?"The monk spends a little more time thinking about it: "The cycle of life and death, the laws of nature, and all races in the world have their predestined rules. The life span of ordinary people will be returned to the world within a hundred years. Even cultivators have a life limit. Most monsters live longer than cultivators, but they also have a day of death. If they really live forever...it would be too bitter."Seeing the familiar things disappear in the years, leaving oneself alone, it is hard to bear the loneliness here."Yes, it's really bitter." Su Nan hooked her mouth, as if she wanted to laugh, but finally lowered her eyebrows and ate the fruit just picked from the tree.I'm not mature, it's sour, so sore tears almost shed.Buddhism said, "Save one's life and win the seventh level of the Buddha." Su Nan felt that someone like her might not even have the qualifications to go to hell, and could only stay in this world and suffer forever."Then you say, is there a way to avoid suffering?"The monk looked at the mountains in the distance: "Perhaps it is to become that immortal, to escape the world, and to throw away the worries of the world, naturally it will not be bitter, or become a demon, do whatever he wants, and do harm to the world."Su Nan ate the remaining fruit without saying a word.Fairies, demons...But she just wants to be a person.The breeze was blowing gently, blowing the branches and leaves with a light "rustle".The person beside him sat on the grass, took off the hat, and the blue silk swayed slightly, looking at the distant mountains, as if looking farther and inaccessible, with a somewhat inexplicable look in his eyes. Like loneliness, but also like withered.Sitting there, it doesn't seem to belong to this world.The monk looked at her blankly for a while, then closed his eyes and did not look at her.Su Nan was just in a daze. For her, this might be the easiest way to kill time."Goodness."The monk closed his eyes and said softly, this sentence in Buddhism meant to convict, and he didn't know why he was convicting.After a short break, move on.The monk only knows to go west. Su Nan thinks that his destination should be Mount Xumi, where he may find the answer to this trip, or get nothing at all. This is the case in life. There is no time to reach the end of his heart. , No one knows what will happen.In the evening, the monk seemed to understand something, and asked Su Nan not far away: "I don't know where the donor kills evil?"Su Nan's action of throwing firewood into the bonfire paused for a while, and her voice was flat: "I can't remember."The orange-red fire light reflected on her face, and the scattered long hair cast interlaced shadows, making her look difficult to see.The monk was silent for a while and nodded: "Little monk understands.""Monk, did you think of the answer to the question I asked you earlier?"Su Nan turned over the bonfire with a branch, and a little spark burst out, like the stars on that day, the swaying firelight was brighter."I don't know." The monk shook his head, "The little monk has a shallow cultivation base, and I don't know how to answer the donor for the time being.""Then you don't need to answer." Su Nan said casually, she hadn't cared anymore after such a long time.The monk didn't even listen, his hands clasped together, his eyes were clean and clear, and there was no distraction: "The little monk is willing to chant the scriptures for the donor every day, so that he can get rid of evil for the donor.""whatever."Su Nan waved her hand, lay down on the soft grass, looking at the empty night sky, not knowing what she was thinking, she was basically like this every night, maybe she was reminiscing about the past that has passed away, or she was just in a daze. , Maybe even she herself doesn't know."The Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara, who walks deep prajna paramita for a long time, sees that the five aggregates are empty, and saves all suffering..."The monk chanted the scriptures in a low voice, not abrupt in this quiet mountain forest, but integrated into this world.Su Nan listened quietly.Maybe it can really save her murder, or maybe just talk about it, it doesn't make much difference to her.As a result, there were more monks' chanting on the way, which was chanted when walking, when eating, and even when resting.Su Nan didn't think he was bothering him, so just read it. If she wanted to, she couldn't change the monk's mind.The two continued on.After a period of time, it may be dozens of days or hundreds of days, and the monk is chanting every day.Until one day, Su Nan bid farewell to the monk, she naturally wouldn't accompany the monk on.
