Monk, enemy of Buddha

What he saw in front of him began to blur, and his vision was getting darker and darker. He could hear the low exclamations of pedestrians, the sound of footsteps retreating in panic, the honking of cars, and screams. Zhou Zichang finally couldn't support his body and fell to the ground.

He was panting.

The pedestrians around him surrounded him. Someone recognized who he was and saw that he was covered in blood. He quickly took out his mobile phone and said:

"Is it Dr. Zhou? What's wrong with you?"

"Call the police and call an ambulance!"

Zhou Zichang heard the ambulance in a daze, and his spirit suddenly lifted up and he struggled.

No, he couldn't let the doctor come.

He himself was a doctor.

So he knew very well what would happen if such a special case like himself was discovered, because if it were him, he would do the same thing. He staggered to his feet, and the immortality drug still supported his strength, allowing him to knock away the pedestrians, run quickly, and then turn into the alley.

The obsession with immortality finally couldn't resist the pain brought by the immortality drug.

Zhou Zichang staggered to the ground, coughing violently.

His vision was blurred, and he vaguely saw a tall man walking out in front of him. The latter was wearing a gray monk's robe, with no grass on his head. He looked dignified and kind, as if surprised, with one hand erected in front of his chest, saying Amitabha.

...

In the alley.

The young monk found Zhou Zichang in a white coat, and keenly realized that the latter was actually dead. Although Zhou Zichang was covered in blood and had a hideous look, he still half-knelt down, stretched out his hand and held Zhou Zichang's palm. His palm was broad and warm, and he whispered to comfort:

"Amitabha..."

"Donor, life is over, death is here, there is no need to cling, let go and you will be liberated."

The young monk had a compassionate face, chanting the mantra of rebirth, using Buddhism to transcend the obsession and pain of death. His palm was always holding Zhou Zichang, so that the fear, unwillingness, and fear in the latter's heart gradually dissipated, leaving only the simplest emotions.

But for him, the purest emotion is the obsession with immortality.

Zhou Zichang felt the warm breath coming from the monk's arm.

The immortality medicine was mobilizing his blood and qi, telling him that the blood under this arm was pregnant with strong and pure power, which could help him overcome the current difficulties. Zhou Zichang slowly accumulated the strength of his body, and then took advantage of the monk's inattention to turn over suddenly.

Zhou Zichang held the monk's arm with both hands, opened his mouth, and bit it hard.

He didn't know when his teeth became sharp.

He tore the clothes and touched the monk's skin.

Then, accompanied by a sound like biting into granite and the whole soreness of the teeth, the crazy Zhou Zichang had to stop. He looked at the arm blankly and found that the muscles on it were strong, and saw that the muscles were exaggeratedly bulging, and then directly emitted a golden light.

Because he had taken the Wuxian medicine, his bite force temporarily exceeded the human body's limit, and he was completely unable to bite through the monk's skin. The monk seemed to finally realize something was wrong and lowered his head, and Zhou Zichang subconsciously looked up.

Zhou Zichang: "...…"

Monk: "...…"

The monk was silent, hesitated and organized his words, and said sincerely: "Donor..."

"From your appearance, you should also be a civilized person. Death is not scary. At least you should maintain dignity."

"You should do your best when you are alive, and you should also leave peacefully and decently."

"Please open your mouth."

Zhou Zichang bit wildly regardless.

The monk said: "…Donor, please loosen your teeth, I will recite the rebirth mantra for you."

"You are really not very elegant."

Zhou Zichang's eyes were red, and he was almost possessed.

"Amitabha..."

"Six Senses, Purity!!!"

Suddenly, there was a loud shout, the monk's muscles bulged, and the solemn sound of the monastic horn rang out. Zhou Zichang felt the pain coming, and his teeth were burst by the golden arms. Then a strong, thick hand fell from the sky and grabbed Zhou Zichang's hair.

Twisting his body and exerting force.

It was like an ancient mammoth was raging.

The force was so great that Zhou Zichang, who was in this state, was also pulled to the side.

Then another hand pressed Zhou Zichang's crazy cheek and pressed him against the wall.

Pulled suddenly.

His face rubbed against the wall directly, leaving a gully.

The monk, whose clothes were torn and one arm was missing, slammed him to the ground. Zhou Zichang's eyes were blank and he lost the ability to move. He broke free from the state of madness and demonic possession. The monk put his hands together, solemn and majestic, lowered his eyes and whispered:

"Amitabha..."

When Wei Yuan arrived, he saw Zhou Zichang lying on the ground, no longer struggling, no longer crazy, lying peacefully and decently on the ground, his eyes were dull, he was spitting blood and muttering something, and saw a young man in a monk's robe sitting cross-legged on the ground, with his hands together, chanting the mantra of rebirth.

The monk noticed Wei Yuan coming, his thoughts stagnated, and then he explained stiffly:

"Amitabha, this donor's condition was not caused by me."

"When I found him, he was already in a state of death."

Wei Yuan looked at the wall next to him, at the huge scratches left on the bricks and stones, and finally looked at the blood splashing on the monk's face, and fell into deep thought.

The monk was silent for a moment, and said:

"This donor took the initiative to attack me."

"I just tried to calm him down..."

Wei Yuan looked at the monk who was shaking his arms because of excitement, felt the strong wind blowing on his face, and silently stepped back.

Then he looked at Zhou Zichang who was in a special state, and did not cast a spell to rescue him. The latter was still alive at this moment, and such a person should be handed over to the special operations team and let those professionals deal with it. It would be more appropriate. Just inform the other party of the dangers of Wuxian's medicine in advance so that the latter can stay vigilant.

Wei Yuan comforted the monk and called the members of the special operations team.

Soon this block was blocked, and then a special person arrived here. He was first attracted by the broken part of the wall, and then fell silent when he saw the mess on the ground. He didn't want to be caught. The calmed monk scratched his head awkwardly, but there was no hair to scratch, so he had to put his hands together and bowed repeatedly:

"This matter is not good for me."

"I will find someone here to apologize and compensate for the loss."

Because of the special circumstances, Wei Yuan and the tall monk returned to the office where the special operations team was located, took notes, and took more than an hour to come out. The monk took out a stack of banknotes from the old backpack he was carrying, counted them one by one, and put them all on the table.

Thinking for a while, he took out a bill and apologized:

"I still need to eat these days."

Then he put his hands together, bowed apologetically, and walked out the door.

There was quite a lot of money, neatly stacked. Wei Yuan was a little surprised and asked:

"...Did you get this from begging?"

"It's a big amount."

The monk was surprised and replied: "No, I earned it from working."

Wei Yuan was stunned and said: "Working?"

He said:

"Isn't it said that monks need to comprehend the Dharma and save sentient beings, so they don't need to work?"

The monk answered honestly:

"Save sentient beings?"

"...If we don't work, we will starve to death. If we all go to heaven together, who will we save?"

"Besides, my lineage doesn't say that we don't need to work. Some of our ancestors used to be ferrymen, some were lame doctors, and some said that if you don't work for a day, you won't eat for a day. Lazy monks who don't work will be beaten and kicked out."

"Besides, I still have some strength to go to the construction site. "You can do odd jobs there, and they will provide you with food." Wei Yuan was surprised, thought for a while, and then said: "You want to relieve Zhou Ziming's resentment, and you have also spent all your money. Don't you regret it?" The monk shook his head and said: "I am unwilling to relieve the dead." "The crime of hurting a good family should be paid." "Donor, these are clearly two different things, how can they be treated in the same way?" Wei Yuan was somewhat interested in this monk and said: "Then why do you come here if you don't practice well?" The monk answered seriously, saying: "I am Yuanjue, and I come here only to subdue the enemies of Buddha." Wei Yuan's thoughts stagnated slightly, and he recalled that he had used the power of Wuzhiqi to strike the Buddhist holy land from a distance and smashed the ancient Buddhist statue, and the monks whispered the word "enemy of Buddha" in panic at the end. He looked at the monk in front of him, who was at least two meters and three meters tall, with bulging muscles all over his body, but sincere and real. Wei Yuan was silent for a moment, then asked, "What are you going to do after you capture Buddha's enemy?"

"Buddha's enemy is also a living being."

"Of course, I will give him a tonsure, then take him back to the mountains, and teach him to meditate and learn the Dharma every day, until one day he attains enlightenment, and then he can inherit my legacy."

Yuanjue was lost in thought as he spoke, and he withdrew his thoughts and said:

"Donor, have you ever seen Buddha's enemy?"

Wei Yuan looked gentle, shook his head and said:

"Buddha's enemy? What is that?"

"I don't know..."