Chapter 427: Cruel Self-Sacrifice and Burning Finger
It really is a tripod!
A fist-sized tripod was placed on a tray... Hmm, can this even be called a tripod? It seems that this is the kind of vessel that the ancients used for drinking and offering sacrifices to the heavens.
It turned out to be the treasure of this trip! It didn't look like anything special, but judging by the rust, it was indeed an antique.
Jingshu and her team were watching from a distance, but they remained vigilant. In secret, several sniper rifles were aimed at them, and the snake demon had asked his little Thai spot to release the poison. By then, either their bullets would be fired first, or they would be killed by the snake poison and unable to fire the bullets.
But until the bet is over, both parties are safe for the time being.
The monk looked at the tripod with tears in his eyes. He bowed to the wealthy monk and said, "I was young and ignorant, frivolous, and lacked the piety of faith. I fled and left it wandering outside..."
Regarding the bet we made before Master Yuantong, can you discuss with me again the Buddha's sacrifice of his body and the offering of his relics?"
It turns out that the monk Futai's Buddhist name is Yuantong...
Then Master Yuantong put his hands together and bowed, saying:
"Young Master Jielu's arrival today must have greatly increased his spiritual attainments. If anyone aspires to attain the Anuttara Samyaksambodhi, burning a finger or even a toe as an offering to the pagoda is better than offering his kingdom, city, wife, and all the precious treasures of the three thousand great thousand lands, mountains, forests, rivers, and ponds."
It turns out that the little monk’s Buddhist name is Jie Lu.
After both parties bowed, they sat cross-legged on the ground and resumed their previous bet under the witness of the host. Master Yuantong then showed his hand with two missing fingers.
Under the shocked expressions of Jingshu and others, the offerings to Buddha were burned in oil, and the flames were like candles blazing in the dim sky, and the occasional sound of oil exploding was heard. Even the black people who were watching the excitement stopped watching, and they couldn't believe it. Is this the Buddhist fighting method?
This is clearly self-harm!
The two monks put their hands together and watched as their oiled fingers began to burn.
Jingshu seemed to see the scene before, where Master Yuantong was sitting in the temple, sacrificing himself to burn fat, while the young monk Jie Lu fled in panic, and then the scene where the awakened young monk Jie Lu made a comeback, vowing to take back the precious tripod.
The expression of the young monk Jie Lu was compassionate and determined, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his face, he began to recite scriptures, his brows furrowed, and his face was full of pain.
Master Yuantong's expression remained neutral, "If you don't burn your body, arms, and fingers to offer to the Buddhas, you are not a bodhisattva."
"Master Yuantong, today I came here to sacrifice myself and burn fat, just to win you over and take back what belongs to China."
Master Yuantong shook his head, looking stubborn and unrepentant: "As a Buddhist disciple, you should sacrifice your body, burn your fingers, arms, and head to offer sacrifices to the Buddhas and pagodas. This can eliminate the sins of past lives and bring you supreme blessings in the future."
"However, the things explained in the sutra are common and simple. We even encourage people to make offerings on their own bodies, let alone other external wealth!... However, sentient beings like to see this. This is a common practice, so burning one's arm as an offering is indeed appropriate." The young monk Jie Lu gritted his teeth and said.
Jingshu stroked her chin. "Hmm...what are you talking about? Can you translate it?"
Fortunately, the universal language Lingling explained:
"Master Yuantong approves of the act of sacrificing one's body to burn fat, believing it can help one attain enlightenment and eliminate sins. The monk means that if one wishes to emulate the Bodhisattva's actions and adopt extreme asceticism, one must consider whether such actions will bring the greatest benefit to oneself and others. He opposes such extreme behavior. He has come here simply to prove himself, win the bet, and retrieve the tripod."
The two sides launched into a heated discussion on Buddhism, with each sentence being profound and obscure. If Lingling hadn't explained, a poor student like Jingshu wouldn't have understood. After the trip abroad, Jingshu began to doubt her life. Not only could she not understand foreign languages, but now she couldn't even understand Mandarin.
Wait, there's something a little more serious.
"If this discussion of Dharma doesn't end, and neither side admits defeat...will it just keep burning like this?"
Jing Shu asked. Although she was shocked at first, she remained calm. A doctor with 100 contribution points is not in vain.
Of course, as long as the person is not dead, she can bring him back to life.
Jingshu thought that the two of them had made a bet that no matter whether you stabbed me or I stabbed you, or whether they used Shaolin Lion Roar, Copper Sand Palm, or Thousand Jin Gate, no one would die. But now these two people were playing the trick of "I will burn myself from my fingers"...
Yang Yang narrowed his eyes and nodded, "So, we must be prepared for plan B."
"Will the monk die?"
"I don't know, maybe."
"One of them has to die, either Yuantong or Jielu. Perhaps both of them will go to paradise."
Everyone fell silent. It turned out that simply watching from the side was not pleasant either. Jingshu felt a little uneasy as she watched her most hardworking teammate, with whom she had been working for several months, being burned to death today.
How long does it take to completely burn a person to death? The fire of cremation only takes about an hour, and it's painless. But now, little by little, the body burns, and the cells die back to ash. The level 12 pain is like a thousand arrows piercing your heart, constantly obstructing you. This is the pain the monk is experiencing at this moment.
And it was the kind where you had to watch with your own eyes as you slowly burned away your fingers, palms, and arms from being a complete person...
In terms of pain, the little monk must have suffered more than Master Yuantong, because Master Yuantong's intention was to go to the Pure Land, and he was willing to sacrifice his life for this in order to seek blessings. His belief was so unshakable.
But the monk's original intention was to resist. He was being tortured alive. The torment and fear in his heart were even worse than his physical body. Jingshu suddenly didn't know how the monk had been through these days, and how much courage he mustered to come to the United States.
Let's use a simple example to describe the mentality of the two people: Master Yuantong is sitting in the business class of a plane that is about to crash. He has bought hundreds of millions of insurance. Even if he dies in the plane crash, he can get several times the compensation; on the other hand, the young monk Jie Lu is in the economy class of a plane that is about to crash. He has not bought a penny of insurance...the only thing he can do is pray for a safe landing.
That’s what mindset does.
The time passed by minute by minute, which was unbearable for Jingshu and others, not to mention that for the monk, every day felt like a year. The pain of every second would be prolonged and magnified countless times.
A finger burned out quickly, and the host only added a little oil to slow down the burning speed, allowing the Buddhist disciples to offer relics to the Buddhas more devoutly.
The black people who were watching the fun gradually withdrew from this seemingly peaceful but eerily quiet competition. They felt the horror of their hair standing on end. The Chinese were too scary.
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