Chapter 220
All appearances are false. If you see all appearances as non-appearances, you will see the Tathagata.
This exquisite house that appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the night was a delusion, a phantom. Even the exquisite and luxurious things could not affect the old monk who had been confused for half his life in the meditation of Buddhism.
Now, the scene that made the old monk recite the Diamond Sutra was the bloody body after the tattered straw mat was untied, and the gurgling sound of the person trying to hold his breath and not want to swallow.
Under the long-sleeved robe as white as snow, slender fingers gently and steadily picked up the silver needles and inserted them. As several silver needles pierced the woman's chest and abdomen, the woman's breathing gradually stabilized.
The man didn't care at all that his white clothes were stained with blood. He had an expressionless face and lowered his eyes, trying seriously to hold the last breath of a dying man.
The reason why the big monk chased in was that he couldn't bear to see a fellow human being being eaten by a monster in front of his eyes, so he had to leave the body to be buried in peace.
In this situation, the monk wanted to touch his smooth forehead. Isn't this a monster? Don't monsters eat people when they are not at peace? No matter how you look at it, this is saving people. Am I seeing things? Preparations before eating people?
"Hehe... uh..." The breath stuck in her throat finally passed. The woman's swollen and bloodshot right eye stared fixedly upwards. Did she see a god? The man was as delicate and handsome as a jade statue of a god.
Looking at her eyes, there was no disgust or aversion, just a calm look at her, without any extra emotion.
"Do you want to live or die?"
The jade statue spoke, and the voice came from far away. It seemed that she was about to die, and only then could she see the gods.
"You should be able to hear me now. Do you want to live or die? If you want to live, you will lose one eye. If you want to die, I will make sure you don't suffer so much." Rong Zhou left the woman with a breath, waiting for her to make her own choice. Respecting other people's choices is also a kind of soft-heartedness.
The mouth with a piece of lip flesh missing trembled, and from the blood-stained mouth, a weak voice was uttered with difficulty, but the voice was so firm: "... alive."
"Okay, take a rest first." No matter what choice she made, it was all within expectations. Rong Zhou didn't care whether she lived or died. He just respected her choice and took out the silver needle from the tray in Xiaolu's hand.
Such a calm and unwavering tone made the woman feel particularly at ease, just like he said, just take a rest and you will wake up soon.
The silver needle pierced steadily into the Baihui acupoint on the top of the head. When the needle was halfway in, the woman's swollen eyelids drooped. She couldn't close her eyelids due to the blood stasis and swelling. Her breathing began to become long and her muscles relaxed.
The big monk's eyelids twitched as he watched. Acupuncture is one of the most common treatment methods used by doctors, but this man's technique was really impressive. The Baihui acupoint is one of the important acupoints for humans, and he inserted the needle there without any hesitation. It didn't look like he was saving anyone, but his skillful acupuncture technique was unquestionable.
Then..., the big monk saw that the man took out a pair of scissors and cut off the eyeball hanging outside the eye socket directly from the root. In an instant, a few silver needles were inserted and the bleeding at the end stopped.
Looking at the eyeballs still rolling on the wooden tray, the monk's cheeks twitched twice.
Kaba, there was a sound of human flesh wrapped in bones twisting. The thigh that was twisted into a strange angle was violently twisted back to normal, and the veins in the monk's temples jumped.
Looking at the handsome and elegant master in white clothes, who was treating people in a clean, neat, bold and violent way, it was something he had never seen before and was a little bit unacceptable. The blood splattered one meter high, staining most of his white clothes red, and dripping down.
He grabbed a small piece of intestine that had flowed out due to a ruptured lower abdomen, carefully picked out the dirt on it, and then stuffed it back into his stomach.
It's more like slaughtering than curing diseases and saving lives.
Unable to bear watching, nor to stop him, the monk simply closed his eyes, turned around and chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, I bow my head and take refuge in Sushidi, I bow my head and face to the seven kotis.
I now praise the great Cundi and pray for your mercy and protection.
"Namo Sado Nan. Samyaksambuddha."
I chanted the Qingxin Puan Mantra, and could hear the sounds of bones and flesh. I wondered if the person behind me was a demon or a Buddha...
Rong Zhou quickly and violently restored all the dislocated organs in the woman's body to their original positions. As for the eyeball, it was completely necrotic and had to be removed.
At this time, the woman's body was covered with silver needles like a hedgehog. When his hand touched her, his internal energy would push the silver needles to rotate. The Tai Su Nine Needles he used quickly took effect in the woman's body, regenerating tissue and stopping bleeding at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The old monk who closed his eyes and turned his head missed this miracle until he felt a breeze blowing behind him, blowing away the smell of blood mixed with the stench of decay. The old monk turned his head to look, and immediately closed his eyes again.
"Amitabha, what a sin, what a sin." He turned around and saw a white female body, so he naturally closed his eyes immediately.
"Form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form. Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. The same is true of feeling, perception, volition, and consciousness. Shariputra, all dharmas are empty in nature, neither born nor destroyed, neither defiled nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing." Rong Zhou took the handkerchief offered by Little Bear and wiped the water off his hands. The basin of clean water he had used to wash his hands was now red. "Master, your Buddha's heart is not firm. You are just a corpse. What difference does it make whether you are male or female? You are just a human being. What sin have you committed?"
Rong Zhou said this as he took off his bloodstained white robe and covered the woman with it: "Zhezhi, carry her back to the house to prevent the master from breaking the precepts."
Rong Zhou's words were a bit harsh, but there was no way around it. Who could be in a good mood towards the public noise that had been ringing in their ears for more than 10 days? Rong Zhou was definitely a good-tempered person.
"Amitabha, the donor's miraculous healing skills are like the work of a god, bringing the dead back to life. This is a blessing for the people."
"No, no, no, no, don't flatter me. I'm not a god or saint. I'm just a passerby. I hid in this cemetery and didn't want to cause any trouble. But I still attracted you here." Rong Zhou was wearing only his inner clothes and didn't care at all about the few blood spots on his sleeves and under his clothes.
Rong Zhou put away the slightest bit of his sharp edge, and once again returned to his calm and composed demeanor. He smiled slightly and said, "Would you please invite the master to have a drink with me?"
After passing the filthy blood on the ground and walking through the winding path in the bamboo forest, which is just a turn away, you will be greeted by the pink peach blossoms and the pavilion that is faintly visible among the peach blossoms.
Faced with this flowering period that is completely out of season, the old monk remained calm and composed. If it were really a cave dwelling of mountain spirits, monsters, or immortals, these plants that defy common sense would not be abnormal.
As a special guest in the theater, Lu Daju was turning the ceramic cup in his hand boredly. He could not understand the opera without subtitles. He thought to himself: I don't know what to talk about with a bald monk. It's so boring.
Well, as for the woman Rong Zhou saved, wasn't she the beautiful lady in Chunman Garden? How could the beautiful woman who was full of energy and winked at Han Mingyan a few days ago be so miserable, thrown into a mass grave to die?
There is a saying that goes, "A husband and wife for a day are bound by a hundred days of grace." Well, bah, of course there is no such thing as a husband and wife for a day. After all, that beautiful lady on that day had personally poured wine for him and peeled chestnuts for him.
Such a beautiful and graceful girl was tortured like this. It was so inhumane. If she was inhumane, she was not a human being. If she was not a human being, he had to go and see what she was.
First, he was bored, second, he was very curious, and third...
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