They all want to kill me

Chapter 160 I Only Do What I Can Do

The eight bald heads were so dazzling that Li Shuhong's eyes were sore, so he had to use his kung fu to resist.

These bald donkeys. Could it be that they have already started personal attacks now?

Li Shuhong narrowed his eyes, and saw the four guys with their tops slanted showing their arms, and because of lack of luck, their arms and well-developed muscles were tanned and shiny by the sun, which looked more like Bodybuilder.

Li Shuhong's complexion changed slightly, he suddenly thought of the "Second Boy" in "Sea Tiger 2".

Although I know it's just unreasonable associations, the four bigger ones among the eight bald donkeys are indeed easy to associate.

His face was slightly gloomy and his mind moved.

The next moment, the originally bright sunny sky was covered with dark clouds.

Fine rain began to fall.

However, this kind of drizzle at most makes the body slightly damp, and does not drench people thoroughly.

But the faces of the nine innate great masters except Li Shuhong all changed drastically.

"They're—"

As soon as Zhang Baishan spoke, he was interrupted by Li Shuhong waving his hand.

He floated down in front of the eight monks, opened an oil-paper umbrella, and said calmly, "Don't worry, I don't intend to kill you here. It's just that the sunlight reflected by your bald heads is too annoying."

A monk was startled and blurted out, "How does the benefactor know that the old monk likes to fight against the enemy when the sun is strong?"

Li Shuhong: "."

You donkey!Dare you really choose this kind of time deliberately to use your bald head to radiate sunlight to interfere with other people's sight?

Taking a deep breath, Li Shuhong suppressed the idea of ​​directly blowing up their bald heads here, and still maintained his high-profile personality, "Tell me, what do the masters want to say to me."

"Amitabha, dare to ask the donor what is a Buddha?"

"Buddha is the enlightened one."

"Why the Tao?"

"The goal that one strives for in one's heart, the so-called Buddha is an enlightened person who has no distracting thoughts, has figured out one's goal and perseveres in it, and finally realizes the goal."

There was nothing wrong with what he said, but it was not the answer the monks wanted to know.

Because they already know the answer.

But originally it was just to talk about a topic, and it didn't matter.

"Then dare to ask the benefactor, where are you going?"

"Go find the baby that you forced into the fragments of heaven, and rescue other innocent babies by the way."

"If one person is sacrificed to save the world, how will the benefactor choose?"

Zhang Baishan's lips twitched.

This is also a question he has been struggling with.

It's that classic question.

There are one person and five people tied to the two rails, and the choice is yours.

So do you choose to kill one and save five, or kill five and save one?
Normally, he would choose to kill that one, because he is a minority.

So here comes the question, what if one is your relative or friend, and the other five are just strangers?
The choice of Zhang Baishan and others is still to sacrifice that one.

Although he will struggle and feel guilty, he will still choose this way.

But this problem is not a problem for Li Shuhong.

If it was him, wouldn't it be enough to just move those six people off the railroad tracks?
If you can't move away, that's easy.

Just blow up the train or stop the train.

So his answer is
"There is no choice for me, even if I don't sacrifice that person, it is enough to save the world."

The burly old monk at the head asked: "But if this matter cannot be solved by humans—"

"I can do it." Li Shuhong interrupted him calmly, "If I can't even do it, it's useless to sacrifice the whole world."

After a pause, he suddenly smiled, "If you can't do it, then you are too weak, that's all."

The monk continued to ask, "What if it is really impossible to be perfect?"

Li Shuhong was silent for a moment, then said calmly: "Over there, do what you can within the reach of your hands, as long as you have a clear conscience. And those who were not saved or were hurt by me. I will keep them in my heart. From now on, carry this memory on my back and continue to move forward.”

The monk nodded, "If that's the case, then ask the donor to show his confidence."

Li Shuhong laughed, after all, he still wanted to fight.

He slowly pulled out "Hongchen" with a slanted finger, and then he was about to kill the eight bald donkeys with a single blow.

Especially those four big guys, they always make him make unreasonable associations, it's really hateful!

Hmm. Which sword should I use to instantly kill them?

Forget it, let it happen.

There were bursts of thunder in the sky, and the original drizzle suddenly became heavier, and it only took a moment for it to become a torrential rain.

The head monk was startled, and hurriedly raised his hand and spread his five fingers, "Hold on, benefactor!"

Li Shuhong narrowed his eyes slightly, "Are you scared?"

"That's not the case." The monk said sternly, "The old monk and others are old and frail, and this time it's just a sparring session. I hope that Shi Shi will be merciful when he takes the initiative."

After finishing speaking, he presented a golden Buddha with both hands, "This is a gift from the Governor of Jinling Prefecture to our temple, but the place of Buddhism is not able to accept such a heavy gift, but people are so sophisticated. Today, this old monk is the one who decides to give this golden Buddha to the benefactor."

Li Shuhong: "."

He found these monks quite interesting.

The words of another monk just now prove that they do play tricks when fighting with others.

Then the behavior of the old monk showed that they were quite philistine.

But when they really want to intercept themselves, they really do.

Tsk, Li Shuhong is hard-spoken and soft-hearted, yet classic and rebellious.

When he met such a nice talker, he really couldn't kill him.

The most important thing is that the other party didn't seem to have done anything bad.

He had to find something wrong before he could do anything.

Li Shuhong frowned, "Your Buddhism doesn't do production."

"Don't beg for blood. Old monks and others only spend a lot of money on drinking. Besides, most of the Buddhist temples farm honestly and don't take over the good land from defrauding believers. If there is no land, the temples make money by selling medicines to cure diseases. Lay disciples will also set up martial arts gyms to subsidize the expenses in the temple.

"Also, the old monk and others pay taxes honestly. The believers usually offer offerings to buy peace of mind, and all the money is given back to them. The believers who have donated money are free of charge for seeing a doctor for fortune-telling."

Li Shuhong: "."

How impeccable!
"It's useless to ask for the Golden Buddha."

"That's easy to say." The old monk took out another stack of banknotes, "This is 1 taels of silver that the eight old monks saved from food and expenses in the temple. The benefactor can accept it."

"."

Li Shuhong took the banknote silently, then took a deep breath, "Then come."

After a stick of incense—

"Hmph! This is your indecent punishment for showing your chest and back! Old Zhang! Let's go!"

After uttering harsh words to the eight monks who were lying on the ground covered with scars, Li Shuhong quickly jumped back into the carriage, and Zhang Baishan fled crazily with the carriage.

"hiss--!"

Watching the carriage go away, the old monk touched Wu Qing's eyes, shook his head and smiled wryly, "What are you talking about banishing an immortal? This is clearly a chivalrous man with a knife mouth and a bean curd heart."

A burly monk next to him who had been beaten into a pig's head couldn't help but sigh, "Oh, it's just that the 1 taels of silver note is all the property our family has accumulated over the years, I hope he can use it to compensate the families of those innocent babies. "

"He certainly will."

The old monk smiled, and then took out the golden Buddha, looking at the broken wooden scum on it, he felt distressed, "It took a lot of silver to coat the gold layer, but it ended up being so ruined."

But he laughed again immediately, "But it's not bad to be able to test out this person's heart, and we also saved a life."

Tested with their lives, they were prepared to pass away before they came here.

The burly monk touched his bald head, "It's just that I don't know if those stubborn bull noses in the door can get the answers they want."

"I'll know soon." Although the old monk's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, the clear look in his eyes at this moment was like a generation of eminent monks. Walking on the road of pursuing the road."

When the monks heard the words, they couldn't help clasping their hands together and chanting the Buddha's name in a low voice.

"Amitabha."

(End of this chapter)