First Cause Of All Realms

First Cause Of All Realms Chapter 289

2021-12-24

Chapter 289 Black clothed Eyeless Monk (First Update)
Three rivers run through, nourishing thousands of hectares of fertile fields, and rolling hills, among which are more beautiful.

This is supposed to be a good place for people to gather.

In fact, it was the same in the beginning. Along the mountains, three big rivers, and ten thousand hectares of fertile fields, there are nine prosperous towns, and several millions of people make a living from them.

It's a pity...

The morning sun is just rising, but it's already hot between Heaven and Earth.

It's already late autumn.

“Wow!”

Yang Yu stopped and looked out from the top of the bare hills.

The yellow sand fills the sky without the slightest hint of greenery. The river that once flowed endlessly has only deep ravines. There may be some puddles in some areas, but most of them are already cracked.

The rolling hills farther away are not even half as beautiful as the green hills, and they are dark, which makes people look under pressure.

This book is nothing, so this is the case in most places in Deyang Mansion at this time.

In Yang Yu's eyes, this is not the case.

When he saw Yuanming Valley in the distance, Yang Yu suddenly had an impulse in his heart, which urged him to pass through the seclusion. Instead of watching people, he looked at the mountain range that stretches.

Divine Ability has levels, the ability to penetrate the secluded, not only to see people, but his level is too low, and it only stays at the superficial level of seeing all beings.

However, that doesn't mean he can only watch people, and he can see more things when pushed hard, not begrudging the Soul Spirit load.

Just as at this moment, under his gaze, he could faintly see the indescribable aura of one after another that he had glimpsed when he entered the soul.

These breaths come from the sky, from the earth, from the mountains, from the plains, from the soil, sand and gravel, from the dead wood and mosquitoes...

The gathering of strands fills the eyes. and the entire Heaven and Earth.

This scene was spectacular, with immeasurable breaths intertwined vertically and horizontally, Yang Yu watched intently, he guessed what these breaths must contain, but he couldn't figure it out.

Fortunately, his mind wasn't here either, and while he was thinking, he looked in the direction of Sarumariya.

Boom~
In an instant, the Thunder Dragon seemed to roll away, and the rumbling sound could not stop resounding.

Yang Yu resisted the drowsiness conveyed from Soul Spirit, and waited and watched again, only to see the blue and black in the distance, the black air collapsed like the night sky, and kept rolling.

It seems to be touched, spreading towards all directions, and even covering himself with a very fierce attitude.

An indescribable depression surged in his heart.

"The dark cloud is pressing on top, a big omen!"

Suddenly exiting the secluded state, Yang Yu was startled, his back was wet, and the biting chill didn't know where it came from. Come, but never go.

It made his heart skip a beat.

Dangerous!

Extremely dangerous!

The billowing blackness covering the top of his head means self-evident. In an instant, Yang Yu knew that he had come to the right place.

That Sarpey Valley is not a mystery, but a real ghost...

"The source of the catastrophe is really in Sarpey Valley..."

Yang Yu let out a long sigh and looked solemn:
"It seems that it is really about to be born."

Deyang suffered a severe drought, and the news was artificially blocked for two years. It shows that the people behind it are powerful and thoughtful.

Therefore, when he found the news of Saru Minggu in the Six Doors dossier, he didn't believe it. It was only when someone was raising suspicions, and now he found out that he didn't.

The problem is getting worse.

The reason why the people behind released the news of Saru Minggu is because the corpse is about to be born...

“en?”

Suddenly, Yang Yu turned the horse's head, and saw a small dark shadow swaying in the distance. He looked closely, but it was a skinny, skinny monk with a pale face.

"This monk..."

Yang Yu had a strange look, and urged the horse to come down the mountain. Inside the monk hundred zhang.

"Yang, benefactor Yang!"

The monk stopped a long time ago, seeing someone galloping towards his face with joy, and when he saw his face, his body suddenly froze. , the tattered sleeve robe covered his face and turned his head.

"Little Monk, what are you doing?"

Yang Yu got off his horse and hurriedly approached, this monk with a dish on his face, but isn't he rebooting?
Qing State mansion, the monk said that he was coming to Deyang mansion for disaster relief. When Yang Yu arrived at the mansion, he even inquired about the monk's whereabouts, but he didn't find it.

"Master Yang..."

Rebooting put his hands together, his face a little ashamed.

He was really embarrassed at this time. In front of the old man who was riding the Dragon Horse and wearing a brocade, it was a little embarrassing to be him.

"This is you?"

Yang Yu looked strange, and before he could ask, he heard the monk's stomach rumbling, smiled dumbly, and handed over some dry food and water.

"Little Monk..."

No refusal, this monk was obviously very hungry, so he swept away the dry food and water efficiently, and was relieved after eating.

The face has color.

"It's rare for disaster relief to look like you."

Yang Yu shook his head, but he also guessed something.

This monk is not bad in martial arts, and he is also in the middle of the three stages. He is also considered solid in Buddhist martial arts, and it is obvious that there is no secret behind how he would be reduced to such a level.

"Alas..."

hearing this, the monk sighed, it was not easy to connect, and his face was miserable.

He became a monk when he was young, and before the age of 20, he cultivated in temples. Even though he spent half a year in Qing State Mansion, he was still shocked when he arrived at Deyang Mansion.

I almost thought I was in the legendary hell.

"It's miserable, it's miserable..."

As he rebooted, his eyes were a little red, and his mood fluctuated greatly.

It seemed that he hadn't seen anyone for several days, and his words gradually became more and more bleak.

"Natural and man-made disasters are the most cruel."

Hearing him say, Yang Yu's mood is also a little depressed. Fortunately, he has seen more these days, and his tolerance is much better. Ask him why he has fallen to this point.

"The little monk went to Mulin Mansion by land, bought a boatload of food, and brought enough clean water, but he walked for more than ten days without seeing a few living people..."

Rebooting and sighing, talking about his experience.

Later, he met a group of disaster victims in a river ditch, donated food and water, and narrated scriptures for them, and spread the Dharma along the way.

"In the beginning, it was fine, until the dry food was gradually exhausted..."

After rebooting here, some can't go on, and his eyes are getting darker and darker:

"Actually, when I first saw them, this poor monk knew that they murdered and cannibalized people, but after thinking about what they saw along the way, they knew that they were also trying to survive.

I thought that they could be resolved with the Dharma. Their sins, but who knows, they want this poor monk to donate fleshy body..."

This experience obviously had a great impact on rebooting.

He also participated in the relief work for the victims in Qingzhou City, and once achieved success, but the hungry people in Deyang Prefecture are completely different from those outside Qingzhou City.

One is seeing hope, the other is precarious.

"The Buddhadharma is difficult to pass through an empty stomach. How can you teach them?"

Yang Yu shook his head in his heart, and was a little curious:

"Next , how did you do it?"

"So..."

Rebooting and sighing:
"No education, this poor monk has to save them... "

Rebooting but not killing.

This monk is not a stupid monk who has lost his mind. Yang Yu expressed his sympathy, but also sighed a little.

Yang Yu, who has experienced extreme hunger, deeply understands this truth. At that point, any kind of benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, faith, Buddhism, and morality are far less valuable than a piece of grass.

“Can Buddhism really save all sentient beings?”

Looking at Yang Yu, rebooting is a little confused.

In the past six months, he has accomplished almost nothing, not saved a single person, killed more than 100 hungry people, and nearly died of starvation in the wilderness.

The physical fatigue is far less painful than the confusion in his heart.

He clearly tried his best to help them, why...

“No.”

Yang Yu answered succinctly.

"Amitabha..."

The face of rebooting became more and more miserable:

"What's the point of this poor monk's practice all these years?"

He became a monk when he was young and recited the Dharma for 20 years. He questioned himself and devoted himself to the Buddha, but in less than two years after going down the mountain, he had doubts about the Dharma.

His heart was shaken.

"You are just a physical body and mortal flesh, how can you relieve the suffering of sentient beings?"

Seeing that Little Monk's breath was low, Yang Yu could only comfort him:
"But Pudu In my opinion, sentient beings are more like a big wish! It is similar to the Confucian philosophy of helping the whole world, but Confucianism still has the saying that 'the poor can be alone'.

You are just a Buddhist, and you are not The legendary Buddha, what does he think about purifying all sentient beings now? If he can't save all sentient beings, can he save one first?"

For the three schools of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism, Yang Yu has no bias and obvious joy. Evil, the classics of these three schools are after all to persuade people to do good.

"Save one..."

Chewing Yang Yu's words in his mouth, the face of rebooting looked better and his breath improved.

"many thanks, the benefactor Yang has solved the doubts, it's the little monk's demon..."

Rebooting folded his hands together and bowed deeply, but Yang Yu instead looked towards wasteland's other place.

Looking around, rebooting heartbeat is just a jump.

The man was black clothed, thin, lame, with no beard on his face and no hair on his head, so he was actually a monk?
"Another monk?"

Yang Yu squinted his eyes, but his heart fluttered.

Through his mind and eyes, his six senses are born, he penetrates into the soul, and he smelts profound stones. His perception gradually increases, and the sound of insects can be heard within a radius of several dozen meters.

But the monk had walked into his line of sight, and he couldn't hear the person's heartbeat, breathing, or footsteps.

Even if he didn't show up on his own initiative, he could even approach him within ten feet.

For a Martial Artist like him, the distance of ten meters can be reached in the blink of an eye, and it is no different from face veneer.

This monk is very dangerous.

"Amitabha."

Twenty days or so, the black clothed monk stopped, he recited the Buddha's voice and looked up, only to see that he was actually a blind, and there were no eyeballs in the black eye sockets. .

“Black clothed blind monk?”

Yang Yu raised his eyebrows and recognized the person.

This monk's reputation is not small, of course, not a good reputation.

"Donor Yang recognizes him?"

"Naturally, the notorious blind monk is also famous on the Six Doors list."

Yang Yu replied:

"It is said that this monk was also a good monk several decades ago. He observed all martial law, chanted sutras and chanted Buddha every day, accompanied by green lanterns, until one day, he went down the mountain.

And then, I drank wine."

"Drinking and relapse, but it seems that it can't be called notorious..."

Rebooting was startled.

Of course monks must observe the precepts, just like officials must obey the law, but the laws are different in different countries, and the precepts that different temples and monks who do not have the same sect must keep are the difference between Heaven and Earth.

Like his Fulong Temple, one must keep the precepts when entering the school, but apart from the fundamental precepts, the rest of the precepts do not completely restrict death.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to 'exceed' the group of refugees before.

If he is notorious for drinking, then he is not pardonable...

"If you only drink, you can change it later. It's too bad..."

Yang Yu sneered:
"This monk, sleeping with a family in the rough, was so drunk that he killed his neighbor's chicken for some reason. The hostess of the neighbor came to ask, and at first she lied that she didn't, and then she became angry and raped the hostess.

In this way, this monk broke the precepts of eating, killing, lying, and sexual immorality in one day. "

"This..."

Rebooting frantically, I was speechless for a while.

"And then..."

"And then, this poor monk joins the Rescue Building, and whenever he can't restrain himself from breaking the precepts, he kills one person."

The black clothed monk folded his hands and looked at Yang Yu with his dark eyes:
"Please also be a donor."