Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple on it. There was a group of monks who ate vegetarian food and chanted Buddha's name every day without caring about the world.

However, a severe drought caused a poor harvest of food and the temple could not afford to raise so many monks, so everyone could only eat less and everyone would have to go hungry.

In order to reduce the burden on the temple, the little monks returned to secular life and went down the mountain, and they never returned again: some became knights and practiced the way for heaven; some married and had children, had birth, old age, sickness and death, and lived a normal life; some became court officials and stood high above the temple.

One day, a young monk named "Qiu" resigned to the abbot in the temple: "There are fat meat in the kitchen, fat horses in the stable, the people are hungry and hungry, and the wild are hungry. This is to lead beasts and eat people. The world is dark, and I wish to return a bright world in the world."

The abbot sighed with bitterness: "What should I do for it?"

Qiu, Qiu, how can you, a young man, change the world? You are just a monk.

Qiu raised his fists, and a powerful will was released from his body.

The abbot still shook his head, "It's not enough, it's not enough."

Qiu, the youngest master of Ranshan Temple, has a top talent that is once a century old.

But after going down the mountain, it is difficult to come back.

Finally Qiu closed his hands together and bowed, "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?"

The abbot sighed and put him down.

...

A flash of light came, a thousand years of Huabiao, and several storms, and the sudden reins of the reputation were relieved.

That year, Qiu, at the age of 62, had transformed from a young monk to an old monk.

Many areas in the Eastern Continent have left the reputation of "Autumn".

However, he did not realize his dream, and the dark world did not change at all. He traveled thousands of miles and read thousands of books. The more he experienced, the more he knew the warmth and coldness of people's hearts. Many things were indeed powerless to change.

On this day, Qiu crossed the mountain and came to a vast wasteland. Facing the scorching sun, he did not dare to move forward. At this time, a group of merchants came, who seemed to have heard of the reputation of "Master Qiu", so he generously asked him to join the caravan and take him through the desert.

"The master is polite. Natural disasters and man-made disasters occur frequently here, and bandits and robbers often appear. One more person and one more care."

This land has not rained for many years and has been hungry all over the world. The original population is not one hundred. Except for some old, weak, sick and disabled, most of the young and middle-aged people have moved to the outside world.

There are many unruly people in poor mountains and rivers. After walking for two days and two nights, this caravan encountered a poor village and was about to stop and rest.

As a result, I just lived in the village and encountered another group of bandits and went into the village to rob.

Qiu saw that the bandits were about to kill someone, and shouted. Just as he was about to rescue them, one of the bandits was stunned for a moment, the knife fell to the ground, and screamed in a low voice: "Master..."

It turned out that this man was a little monk from Ranshan Temple.

After many years, the little monk turned into a bandit and became the leader. Qiu couldn't help but feel angry, but she burst into tears and shouted: "Why do you hurt someone here if you are evil!"

When the little monk heard this loud shout, he knew that there was no chance of being spared today, he knelt down and cried and said, "Master, how can I deal with it if the world slanders me, bullies me, insults me, laughs at me, despise me, despise me, despise me, hate me, and lies with me, how can I deal with it?"

Qiu replied, "Just tolerate him, let him, let him avoid him, be patient, respect him, ignore him, and stay for a few more years and see him."

The little monk lowered his head and knelt on the ground: "Master, I can't do what you said! Over the years, I have not returned from the mountain and have experienced thousands of things and disasters!"

"When I first went down the mountain, I saved a father-in-law. He was seriously ill and I served him day and night. However, in a blink of an eye, the father-in-law recovered and stole my money. How to deal with such a person?"

Qiu remained silent. After a while, he replied: "If you lose anything outside, you will lose it. If you have less material desires, it will be fine."

The young monk said again: "Later, I passed by another village and saw an old man selling his sons and daughters, so I gave him dry food to save his family from hunger. However, one day after another, when passing by this village, the old man was selling his sons and daughters, so I gave him some dry food."

"When the old man got dry food, he was very grateful to me."

"When I saw him for the third time, he was selling his sons and daughters again. I won't give him dry food. The old man was furious and said that I would not save him when I die. What a shitty monk."

"What should I do if such a person who is a vengeful person? I will tolerate him and let him stay for a few more years, and he will remain the same and will not repent."

Qiu is still silent.

This time, he couldn't refute.

The little monk said again: "Three years ago, I was seriously injured and dying. I was lying on the side of the road. Pedestrians came and went, but no one saved me."

"The one who finally rescued me was a woman. At that time, I didn't know that she was the daughter of a bandit. Later, I saw her holding a sharp knife and killing people and robbing people, and I was shocked. I tried my best to persuade her not to commit evil, but she said that the water and dry food you drank were stolen. Without the stolen supplies, I had already died on the street."

The little monk said loudly: "Master, what should I do? Should I commit suicide on the spot or repay you with a spring of water?"

Qiu is silent, but she is still crying. The warmth and coldness of the world are like drinking water. How come the little monk has experienced it? He even experienced it more, felt deeper, and sometimes he was confused.

The legendary Buddha does not exist after all.

The little monk asked four questions in a row.

If he could answer those two sentences at the beginning, then Qiu would have no way to answer. Even if the theories in Buddhist scriptures are arranged one by one, it would not be the case if it was truly practiced.

The young monk said, "Master, it's normal for poor mountains and bad waters to endure hunger. The women, children, young and old in this village are by no means good people. They make a living by plundering caravans."

"If we don't come today, you will be robbed tonight. The disciples know that they are in great sins and are not worthy of living in the world. They are willing to be killed. They only wish you to return to Ranshan Temple and leave this hell on earth."

Even this was also a question in his heart. Qiu remembered the conversation with the abbot before leaving the mountain.

"If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?"

This is a great wish, but he is now 62 years old, so he must be unable to fulfill his great wish.

The young monk said at the end, "Master, I know that you don't want to return to Ranshan Temple. However, my disciples know that the great ambition to save the world is impossible. Not to mention saving the world, it is even more difficult to save the people in a village."

He raised his head and roared loudly: "Look at the women and children in this village, they are hungry and tied with three pieces of paper. They are greedy for the body of their disciples! If the master can convince them not to eat my body and let me be buried safely, then the master will win."
Chapter completed!