human suffering

Chapter 1221
Raising his bowl, the Arhat's hand grasped Lingzimu's iron teacup, and the familiar feeling made him tremble.

It's just that it's a bit difficult to get it back from Lingzimu.

"Eldest sister, you let go and don't take him down, you don't know what to do."

Lingzimu was very persistent, although the iron teapot was meant to hold the arhat, but she did not let go, and no one could take it away.

Clutching the iron teapot tightly, Ling Zimu seems to be holding on to his younger brother's life, and doesn't want to let go.

"Brother, have you really thought about it?

Pick it up, even if you are in the game, you will not be able to avoid the next thing.

When I snatched it from you, I didn’t want you.”

The arhat who lifted the bowl was very persistent, and there was a little pain in his eyes.

"Sister, I know that you are doing it for my own good.

However, I can no longer be a salted fish.

You are on stage today, how can I be a salted fish?
For better or worse, I'll go ahead. "

Although Ling Zimu was reluctant to give up, she let go of her hand, and instead of looking at the arhat holding the bowl, she looked at Mu En and smiled coldly.

"Brother, you have to take good care of me, my daughter-in-law, there must be no mistakes."

The Bowl Arhat seemed to understand, gave Mu En a wink, and went straight to the entrance of the next floor.

Although Lingzimu seemed to be saying good things, Mu En felt chills down his spine, as if his own life and death were beyond his control.

This feeling is very familiar. I have experienced it many times. Whether it is facing the Jade Emperor, Chang'e, or even facing Guanyin Bodhisattva at the end, I have the same feeling, the feeling that I am a pawn.

Moreover, this kind of feeling is very bad. How can there be any good experience to survive in the cracks?
Mu En was also used to it, and followed closely behind the arhat, not daring to stop for a while.

Yuzao dared to talk to Lingzimu when she saw that the arhat holding the bowl had left.

"Sister, is it really okay for you to let him go down?"

Lingzimu was in a bad mood, and Yuzao didn't understand how entangled her heart was.

Yuzao didn't even understand what she gave up.

"At the beginning, the Buddha gave him this bowl, which was a kind of life.

I didn't like it, so I robbed him of his bowl and didn't want to accept my fate.

However, today it seems that the west side is too ruthless, forcing you to have no choice. "

She didn't say it clearly, let alone expect Yuzao to understand that Lingzimu felt helpless towards fate in her heart.

Yuzao just understood that if you want to burn a kiln of good porcelain, you need to add a lot of firewood.

To put it mildly, Zhao Daniu and Lin Wo are both firewood.

On a larger scale, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is also firewood.

It's just that today, the younger brother of Lingzi's mother was added.

"It's fate to catch up, big sister, it's useless to think about it, you should persuade it."

What Yuzao said was all nonsense, and it couldn't relieve Lingzimu's bad mood at all.

"Sister, why don't you follow along and have a look, and if you have a chance, help He He Si Ni?"

Hearing Lingzimu's suggestion, Yuzao immediately changed into a foolish look, showing his insufficiency.

"Elder sister, don't make trouble, I'm already in arrears with my IQ, and if I delay the important matter, it will be a disservice, won't it?"

Lingzimu tapped Yuzao's forehead vigorously, pretending to be angry.

"Well, just pretend, you must pretend until the end."

Falling along the passage, it may be because the arhat holding a bowl has more thoughts and the speed is not very fast.

When the iron tea mug was in the hands of the Bowl-holding Arhat, it completely changed its appearance.

The enamelled iron teapot that had peeled off the paint was replaced by a shotgun, and the golden bowl is full of scriptures. It doesn't look shabby at all, just like a Buddhist heavy weapon.

Holding the alms bowl in his hand, the arhat holding the alms bowl is also in a very complicated mood, a little regretful, a little sad, and a little excited.

How many years, how many years has this feeling disappeared?
Ever since Lingzimu took the alms bowl from him, he seemed to have lost the meaning of existence and turned into a kite without strings. Although he was free, he always felt that something was missing.

Today, with the bowl in hand, it was finally my turn to face my fate, how could I not be excited.

It's just that I don't know how fate will arrange for me.

"Uncle, what's down there?
Is it necessary to be so cautious?

Could it be that with the golden body of Arhat, it still can't be done? "

Mu En was very puzzled by the arrangement of Ling Zi Mu and Raising Bowl Arhat.

Obviously it wasn't an appointment in advance, but it just happened to happen. Is the arhat holding a bowl really unsure?

"It turns out that you didn't know anything, so you started working with shamanism?"

What else could Mu En do other than nod, I really don't know.

However, it is rumored that every shaman family keeps this secret about ancestral witches.

Since it's a secret, there must be benefits.

Did I think wrong?

Certainly not, otherwise the arhat who raised his bowl would not be able to care so much.

"Do the Twelve Ancestral Witches know?"

"I know."

"Does Gong Gong know?"

"I know, the one who angered Buzhou Mountain."

The arhat holding the bowl shook his head, it seemed that Mu En's knowledge was indeed limited.

"It's not that, it's that group."

kindness?
Moon feels that there is still a big difference between a group and a group.

"Isn't Gong Gong alone?"

The Bodhisattva Arhat touched the alms bowl in his hand, and with constant contact, the alms bowl exuded a soft Buddha light, and there was a low-pitched chant, vaguely absent.

"Of course not, can one person break Buzhou Mountain?
What do you think Buzhou Mountain is?
That's right, this period of history has been deliberately concealed, and a lot of fake news has been released from the Heavenly Court. Your status is humble, and it's normal if you don't know about it. "

Knowing that my status is low, you still ask me?

Are you trying to humiliate me?

Mu En's mentality is not good at once, but what can be done?

Annoyed into anger?
Cold talk?

Forget it, let's cooperate, since humiliating me can make you comfortable, then I'll just put on a good pose to make you happy.

"Uncle, this is because I am weak and ignorant. What is the truth of this matter?"

At this time, the arhat holding the bowl had already seen the huge figure of the ancestral soul, and his thoughts were probably in the center surrounded by the ancestral souls.

"I said it all, but it was deliberately concealed, I didn't know, you seem stupid.

The official saying is that the Gonggong clan and the Zhurong clan fought, and the Gonggong clan lost. They became angry and sacrificed more than 100 clansmen before they knocked down Buzhou Mountain.

The mountains and rivers have changed drastically, and the lives of the people have been ruined, so there is Nuwa to mend the sky.

Because of his big mistake, Gong Gong was listed as a criminal, and he lingered here, avoiding the punishment of heaven.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and each of them has been suppressed into a pervert. If they are released, they will definitely be devastated again. "

Halo, Mu En's mentality has completely collapsed, and what I know is the official statement.

"Uncle, are you going to save all sentient beings today, save these ancestor souls, and make them convert to my Buddha?"

The arhat holding the bowl simply shook his head.

"Duhua is a fart, it's almost becoming a demon, how can you do it?
If you want to fix my Buddha's compassion, stay away from me and don't implicate me. "

Mu En is not a fool, he can just talk about it, can he take it seriously?

"Then what is our goal?"

The arhat raised his bowl, looked around carefully, and said four words in a low voice.

"The bones of Gonggong."

(End of this chapter)