It is indeed a tripod!

I saw a fist-sized three-legged tripod placed on the tray. Hmm, can this also be called a tripod? It seems that the ancients used this kind of vessel when drinking wine and worshiping the sky.

It turns out that it is this time's treasure! It doesn't seem to have anything special, but judging from the rust, it is indeed an old antique.

Jingshu and his team were watching not far away, but they still remained vigilant. Secretly, several sniper rifles were already aimed at them, and the snake spirit had already asked his little Taiban to put poison. By then, either of their bullets would

Shoot them out first, or they will be poisoned by the snake first and be unable to shoot out the bullets.

But until the bet is over, both parties are still safe for the time being.

Then he saw the monk looking at the cauldron with moist eyes. He saluted the wealthy monk and said, "I was young, ignorant and frivolous, and I had no faith and piety. I ran away and left it wandering outside."

Master Yuantong, as we made a bet five years ago, can you talk to me again about the Buddha's sacrifice of his body and offering his relics?"

It turns out that the monk Futai’s dharma name is Yuantong.

Then I saw Master Yuantong clasping his hands together and saluting.

"Young Master Jie Lu, if you come here today, your path will be greatly improved. If you are determined and want to achieve Anuttara Samyak Sam Bodhi, you can burn your fingers or even a whole finger to make offerings to the pagoda, which is better than the wife and three of Guocheng.

Those who offer treasures and treasures from thousands of lands, mountains, forests, rivers and ponds.”

It turns out that the name of the young monk from my hometown is Jielu.

After both sides bowed, they sat cross-legged on the ground, and then under the witness of the host, they re-opened the bet they made five years ago, while Master Yuantong showed his hand with two missing fingers.

Under the shocked looks of Jingshu and others, he poured oil into the burning offering to the Buddha. It was like a candle burning under the dim sky, and the sound of oil exploding occasionally sounded, even those watching the excitement could be heard.

The black people all stopped and couldn't believe it. This is the Buddhist fighting method?

This is obviously self-harm!

The two monks clasped their hands together and watched helplessly as their oiled fingers began to burn.

Jingshu seemed to have seen the scene where Master Yuantong sat in the temple and sacrificed his life to burn fat five years ago, while the little monk Jielu fled. Five years later, the enlightened little monk Jielu came back and vowed to

The scene of recapturing the heavy treasure tripod.

The little monk Jielu looked compassionate and determined, and big beads of sweat began to flow down his face. He began to recite sutras in his mouth, frowning, with a look of pain on his face.

Master Yuantong's expression was still neither sad nor happy, "If you don't burn your body, arms, and fingers to make offerings to the Buddhas, you are not a monastic Bodhisattva."

"Master Yuantong, the young monk came here today to sacrifice his life and burn fat just to win over you and get back what belongs to China."

Master Yuantong shook his head, as if he was stubborn and stubborn, "As a disciple of the Buddha, you should sacrifice your body, burn your fingers, burn your arms, and burn your head to make offerings to the Buddhas and stupas. This can eliminate the sins of the past life and obtain supreme blessings in the future.

"

"However, the things clearly stated in the sutra are popular, and I am still encouraged to make offerings to myself, not to mention the extraneous wealth!... However, sentient beings like to see this, and this is just a vulgar trend. They burn their arms to make offerings, so it is appropriate." The young monk Jielu gritted his teeth.

Jingshu stroked her chin, what are you talking about? Can you translate it?

Fortunately, the universal language Lingling explained

"Master Yuantong supports the act of sacrificing one's body and burning fat, believing that it can lead to the enlightenment of eminent monks and eliminate sinful karma. What the monk means is that if you want to imitate the actions of Bodhisattvas and adopt extreme ascetic practices, you must consider whether such actions can benefit yourself and others.

In order to get the maximum benefit, he opposes this extreme behavior. He came here just to prove himself and win the bet and get the tripod back."

The two sides started a heated discussion about Buddhism, and every difficult and obscure sentence came out of their mouths. If it weren't for Lingling's explanation, a scumbag like Jingshu wouldn't be able to understand it. After a trip to the country, Jingshu began to have doubts.

In life, it’s okay if you don’t understand foreign languages, but now you can’t even understand Mandarin.

Wait, there is something a little more serious.

"If this discussion on Buddhism is not over and neither side admits defeat, will it continue to burn like this?"

Jing Shu asked. Although she was shocked at first, she was still calm in the end. Being a doctor with 100 contribution points at a time was not for nothing. As long as she didn't die, she could save people.

When Jing Shu thought about it, the two of them made a bet that no matter whether you stab me or I stab you, or the Shaolin Lion Roar Kung Fu, Bronze Sand Palm, Thousand Jin Gate, etc., no one would be killed, but now these two people are playing with me.

Fingers begin to burn with their own tricks

Yang Yang squinted his eyes and nodded, "So, you have to be prepared for plan B."

"Will the monk die?"

"I don't know, maybe."

"Someone has to die, either Yuantong or Jielu. Maybe both of them will go to the Paradise of Paradise."

Everyone fell silent. It turned out that just watching from the side was not a pleasant experience. Jingshu was a little on pins and needles as she watched her most hardworking teammate who had been together for several months being burned alive today.

How long does it take to completely burn a person to death? The fire of cremation only takes about an hour, which is painless, but now, little by little burning, little by little cells necrotic into ashes, the pain is 12 levels

Feeling is like a thousand arrows piercing your heart, blocking you all the time. This is the pain the monk is suffering at this moment.

And it’s still the kind of thing where you have to watch yourself transform into a complete person, slowly burning away your fingers, palms, and arms.

Compared with the pain, the young monk must be more painful than Master Yuantong, because Master Yuantong's intention is that he wants to go to the Paradise of Paradise, and he is willing to sacrifice his life for this to seek blessings. His belief is so unwavering.

But the monk originally wanted to resist, but he was being tortured alive. The torture and fear in his heart were worse than his body. Jingshu suddenly didn't know how the monk had been here these days, and how much courage he had mustered to come to the United States.

Let’s briefly describe the mentality of the two of them. Master Yuantong is sitting in the business seat of the plane that is about to crash. He bought hundreds of millions of insurance. Even if the plane crashes and kills him, he will receive several times the compensation; on the other hand, Jie

The little monk was in the economy class of the plane that was about to crash. He didn't buy a penny of insurance and the only thing he could do was to pray for a safe landing.

This is the role of mentality.

The passage of time is unbearable for Jingshu and others, not to mention that for the monk, the days are like years. The pain of every second will be prolonged and amplified countless times.

It burned out quickly on one finger, and the host only added a little oil to slow down the burning speed, allowing Buddhist disciples to offer relics to the Buddhas more devoutly.
Chapter completed!