The Resentful Me and My Stealing System

Shi Jiu looked around, there was not only that one bandit lying on the ground, but the one covered in blood was the only one.Most of the weapons scattered around have gaps, and the monk's clothes are also a little damaged, maybe they cut the gap when they cut the monk.

Shi Jiu figured it out, the monk pretended to be a pig and eat a tiger.He yelled so miserably, but in fact he had a quirk—or he knew that he was going to be exhausted, but he could comfort himself by yelling...

The monk hesitantly came to a bandit and helped him up.

Although there was still a look of fear in the monk's eyes, he still asked with concern: "Are you going to die?"

There was a lot of fear in the bandit's eyes, and two lines of tears slid down from the corners of his eyes.

Then he tilted his head.

"Your uncle, who made you die!" Shi Jiu pulled the bandit over angrily, and stuffed medicine into his mouth like jelly beans, "Eat! Why don't you take it!"

In case the bandit who is the enemy dies and the [Hero Appears] cannot be triggered correctly, how will he test it later?

As he spoke, a burst of true energy poured into the bandit's body from Shi Jiu's palm, dispelling the blood stasis and correcting the broken bones.When he was on his way these days, he read the book "Basic Application and General Skills of Energy" and learned some useful skills, including how to use zhenqi to heal injuries. This was his first experiment.

"Don't stand still, save people." Shi Jiu sighed, looking at the monk pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger with hatred, "Do you know some healing Dharma?"

The monk clasped his palms together, deeply moved, with gratitude in his eyes: "Amitabha, the donor has good roots in his heart."

Shi Jiu heaved a sigh of relief: "Then why don't you hurry up..."

"But I can't." After finishing speaking, the monk spread his hands innocently, his eyes full of panic, "but I can recite the mantra of passing away."

"Rebirth Curse?" Shi Jiu was stunned for a moment, looking at the monk suspiciously.

The monk smiled embarrassingly, with deep shame in his eyes: "I have seen dead bandits and dead monsters too many times before, so I always read them and remember them."

Shi Jiu let go of his hand, anyway, the task is completed, and these bandits are still alive, so it's the right thing to do as soon as possible to test it.

"Then I will take my leave." After confirming that the bandit would not die, Shi Jiu immediately got up and said goodbye, "See you by fate."

The monk opened his mouth, wanting to keep Shi Jiu, but Shi Jiu's figure suddenly disappeared into the woods, without giving him a chance to speak.

The monk sighed softly, put down his burden, and dragged together the bandits who were scattered all over the place and kept howling.

"Although you all want to kill this little monk today, firstly, you must not break the precepts; secondly, you are entrusted by others, and you must not hand over this burden to you; thirdly, there are chivalrous men who came to your aid, and as a result, such a death or injury is caused, this little monk feels guilty."

"But the little monk has no money, and he doesn't know how to heal the wounds. He can only recite the mantra of the past life for everyone. People are doing their own thing, and the sky is watching. I hope that you will never do evil again in the future..."

"I, Hu Hansan, are back!"

The monk raised his head suddenly, watching a meteor fall from the sky and crashing towards the earth with a raging flame.

The same falling from the sky as before, the same scatter of gravel as before, and the...

Isn't this the chivalrous man with good roots just now!

The monk stared numbly at the bandits he had dragged together with great difficulty just now, being bombarded and shaking the sky again, and his eyes fell on Shi Jiu who walked out of the smoke and dust.

"Hu benefactor, why is this?"

Shi Jiu didn't expect that the monk hadn't left yet, so he coughed twice: "I didn't land very well just now, let's try to land again."

The monk looked at Shi Jiu blankly, not knowing whether he was seriously ill or he was a little seriously ill.

"Ah... just right." The monk sat cross-legged, took out the potara in the bag, and picked up the wooden fish knocker in one hand, with more compassion in his eyes, "Namo Amida Poye, Dotagata Ye, Dotagata Tonight he..."

The melodious knock sounded, and the monk's calm and compassionate voice echoed in the woods, solemn and solemn.

It has to be said that this was the first time Shi Jiu listened to a living monk recite scriptures live.With the sound of tapping the metal bowl, there is actually a strong sense of rhythm, and there is another quiet and peaceful taste.

At this moment, a bandit who was blown away spat out a mouthful of blood.

The monk's eyes flashed golden light: "There are still alive!"

"puff--"

Shi Jiu turned his head and stabbed the bandit's chest with a knife: "Don't be afraid! It's gone now!"

The leaf that had just escaped came back with the wind and took a peek, and then took the wind to escape from between the two of them.

The monk stood up: "Benefactor Hu, you... are too much!"

"My surname is not Hu!" Shi Jiu glared at the monk.

There was a little compassion in the monk's eyes: "Benefactor Hu, even if you are unhappy, you can't take your anger out on others."

Shi Jiu: "...I mean my surname is not Hu."

The monk's face was full of suspicion: "Didn't you just say that your name is... Hu Hansan?"

Shi Jiu waved his hand, and fell into the sadness that no one picked up the stalking: "It's not important."

The monk finally remembered the important point: "But benefactor, you...rescue people, go back and kill them again, why are you bothering?"

"Am I going too far?" Shi Jiu casually took out his magic weapon and picked out his earpick, guarding against the monk's sudden attack, "You're here to make fun of these bandits, isn't it too much? Damn?"

He naturally knew that this monk was unusual, but he didn't know how high the other party was.

It stands to reason that the weirder a person's behavior, the higher his cultivation level, and people with low cultivation level because of his strange behavior would have been beaten to death long ago.

In case this monk is a peerless master like Bai Shanzhu, he may still be able to avoid the opponent's attack with this ear pick.

The monk sighed, holding the bowl in one hand, and the bullion in the other: "The little monk didn't make fun of people. But benefactor, although these bandits are people who kill people and steal money, they may have their own difficulties, and they still put down their butcher knives and become Buddhas immediately." Possibly. Killing them without saying a word like you cut off their chance to be kind.”

"Really." Shi Jiu casually popped out the earwax, "Monk, let me ask you, what is career?"

"People have three karmas, body karma and oral karma...uh..." the monk stopped talking.

After contemplating for a while, the monk took out a book from his luggage and flipped through it for a while: "Ah, there is intentional karma—uh...and this...that is to say, the karma their bodies engage in, the words they say, and their good and evil thoughts Karma is produced. This karma is entangled, and it is the root of the suffering of all living beings."

The monk turned the pages of the book while stuttering, and the words in his mouth changed from being polite at the beginning to half-literate, which sounded very awkward.

"They...they have karma on them, but practicing goodness can eliminate the karma, and then eliminate their own suffering. If I make them tired, they will..."

Shi Jiu looked at the monk with strange eyes.

What kind of business ability is this?Which monastery taught such a monk who is not good at business?

"I see that other monks are trying to influence evil people by reasoning or physics. You just kept calling for help, neither persuading them to be kind, nor telling them the relationship between their own karma and suffering." Shi Jiu shook his head, feeling This monk is like a fake, "You have to turn over the book to explain the Dharma, how do you convert them?"

There was a clear look of shame on the monk's face: "The abbot said that the little monk has no roots of wisdom, so he asked the little monk to go down the mountain to find the root of wisdom. The little monk... the little monk is not good at Buddhism. I just didn't know how to speak my mind. I can only deal with them first. on."

"Monk, I have a question." Shi Jiu suddenly remembered something that he had never had the opportunity to ask a living monk in his previous life, "You just said to put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately?"

The monk nodded: "Exactly. Although these bandits are wicked, if they put down their butcher knives, they may one day become Buddhas."

"It seems easy for a wicked person to become a Buddha?" Shi Jiu asked curiously, "If I want to become a Buddha, then I will kill one person, and then I will become a Buddha if I don't kill another person. On the contrary, if a good person wants to become a Buddha, then You have to go through a lot of penance. Are there more Buddhas who were originally evil people than Buddhas who were originally good people?"

The monk seemed a little anxious: "No! Even if you put down the butcher knife, the starting point of a wicked person is much lower than that of a good person. You must practice persistently, first to offset the evil deeds you have committed, and then continue to practice for a few lifetimes before you can achieve good results!"

Shi Jiu sighed. Since the monk mentioned the concept of reincarnation, the Buddhism here is likely to be similar to his previous life: "Then I did nothing wrong. They have accumulated too much karma in this life, and they have to pay for the sins they committed. It takes too long. I send them to reincarnate early, and use death to offset the karma of this life, and they will be able to cultivate good results faster in the next life, won't they?"

"Monk, you must be flexible and innovative in life."

The monk fell into a daze, and he flipped through a few pages of the book. Coincidentally, the book also said: Paying for your karma with your life can eliminate your current karma.

In other words, the method Shi Jiu said is completely feasible, but the monk still feels that there is something wrong.If he was asked to practice according to Shi Jiu's method, he would absolutely refuse - but he couldn't find any reason to refute Shi Jiu.

Seeing the monk's pensive expression, Shi Jiu suddenly felt guilty.This kind of religious people are the easiest to get into the horns. If the monk believes it, and becomes a monk who kills life in the future, wouldn't it be a big crime to blame himself?

But... you were driven down the mountain by the abbot purely because of your poor professional ability?

"What I said is just sophistry, you don't have to believe it." Shi Jiu waved his hands, turned and left, "I just think that the karma of the world is the reward of the world. And I'm not your Buddhist disciple, I believe in the law of Dagan."

"And the law of Daqian says that whoever kills and steals goods will be beheaded."

Chapter 114Chapter 110One Cold Sword Gate, right?

"Benefactor, how can you have such a strong evil spirit." The monk sighed, "I have never seen a person with such a strong evil spirit like you."

Shi Jiu became interested instead. He never showed any killing intent, let alone the evil spirit during the battle. Why does this monk say that he has a strong evil spirit?

As if seeing through Shi Jiu's thoughts, the monk chased after him solemnly: "Almsgiver, you take life and death too lightly. From the beginning to the end, the little monk has never seen the awe of life and death in the almsgiver. You say murderer According to the law of Dagan, he should be beheaded, but according to the law of Dagan, he should also be taken to the Yamen for trial. What you said about the law of Dagan is just to find a reasonable reason for your own killing."

"That's right." Shi Jiu admitted quite frankly, "In this way I can deceive myself and others, and avoid being condemned by my conscience."

Monk: "...Killing is to protect life, what the benefactor did is not wrong. But the little monk can't bear to see the benefactor strayed into the way of magic, and please think twice before doing it in the future."

Shi Jiu still had a calm face: "I've thought twice."

The monk looked at Shi Jiu suspiciously, scratched his shiny head, "Have you thought about it?"

"I examine myself three times a day, am I being too polite to him? Did I give him shame? Should I do something?" Shi Jiu lifted his foot and continued to walk north, "I've thought about it, and I think this group of people People should be killed, and the sooner they are killed, the better."

"That's why the little monk said that the benefactor is very evil... Hey benefactor, don't go!"

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These days, there is a strange rumor circulating in Zi Cangzhou.

If one day you encounter danger in the suburbs, whether you are robbed by a strongman or a monster looking for food, just look up to the sky and shout "Hero save me", and a mysterious hero may descend from the sky.

There are also various descriptions of this hero. Some say that he is eight feet tall and holds a Zhang Xu long knife; But once he appeared on the stage, the sky would fall apart, and a deep hole could be created with a single blow.

"...So today I will tell you the story of this mysterious knight. In the south of Jingtian Prefecture, there is a Lone Wolf Mountain. Several cottages are entrenched in the mountain, and the strong man burns, kills, loots and commits all kinds of crimes..."

In Gujiang County in the south of Zicangzhou, a storyteller stroked his slender beard and talked in a hoarse voice in the post station.

Shi Jiu sat under the stage, listening with great interest.

What kind of attack comes with wind and thunder, what makes the sky fall apart when it is shot, and what kind of long sword... I don’t know, I haven’t heard of it, I don’t understand it.As long as I insist on not admitting that it is me, I can happily sit in the audience and eat melons.

This kind of storyteller at the post station is often not fixed, and they always say a paragraph at the post station on the way, and add some extra money.And the post station has a huge flow of people, and I don't know how many people passed by during the few days that the storyteller stayed.Every time a wave of people passes by, the story will be told by the storyteller, asking for money back and forth.

Shi Jiu stayed here in Gujiang County for two days, chatting with random people at the post station to ask if there was any news about Luo Liuli recently.But it's a pity that Luo Liuli seems to have disappeared without a word.Even when Shi Jiu asked her where she had gone in the jade talisman, she was only vague.

It seems that everything has returned to the original starting point. The sand sculpture netizen Shenlong sees the head and sees the end, and wanders the world alone...

"Benefactor, can I share some meals with the monk?"

Shi Jiu's face froze.

This stinky monk has been relying on him for two days, asking himself for alms for every meal.

Why did Xiao Yusheng beg for food when he was in Jinxiang City, but Luo Liuli later robbed him for food.The first two are beautiful girls, so I can bear it, but why is there a monk asking me to beg for food after leaving Jinxiang City?

Do I look like the cafeteria aunt?

"Can't you ask someone else for alms?" Shi Jiu glared at the monk angrily, "Six meals in two days, you come to me for alms, and I am so destined to you?"

The monk replied cheekily: "The almsgiver and the monk are destined, and the monk can tell."

Shi Jiu's face suddenly darkened a lot: "Then can you stop running to me the next time you are beaten?"

The monk clasped his hands together and bowed slightly: "But the benefactor always makes a move to rescue the little monk. This is the fate between the benefactor and the little monk."