Dry mountains, ancient temples, dungeons.
Wow!
A thick iron chain, with one end nailed into the rock wall and the other end tied around a person's ankle.
The closed space was dark, dark, damp, and extremely cold.
There was a wooden barrel next to it that smelled of feces and urine, and the chirping sounds of mice could be heard from time to time. boom The iron barrel door of the dungeon opened, and a beam of sunlight suddenly came through, giving the dungeon a little light.
The disheveled man raised his head and squinted his eyes.
It took him a long time to adapt to the stimulation of the sun.
The mute monk walked into the dungeon, came to Xie Zhen, and put down the wooden plate.
On the wooden basin, there was a bowl of rice, some vegetables, and a bowl of cold water.
"Ahem, cough, thank you very much."
The skinny Xie Zhen had a hoarse voice, was half-clothed, and his lips were chapped and purple from the cold.
He had long suffered from a severe cold and fever, and his body was curled up and shaking.
The mute monk looked indifferent.
He only looked at Xie Zhen, then turned around and walked outside the door, slowly closing the iron barrel door.
Darkness came like a tide, flooding the entire dungeon.
"Wait a moment" Xie Zhen stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to catch the fading sunshine.
He was really cold.
After a while, he was swallowed up by the darkness and let out a long sigh.
In the dead silence, a chirping sound came.
"Brother Rat, you are the only one willing to stay with me."
Xie Zhen gave a self-deprecating smile and reached out to touch the rice, only to find a small, fluffy animal feasting on it in the bowl.
Xie Zhen slowly retracted his hand and sighed: "Brother Rat, you can eat it and leave some for me.
I won't live long anyway."
He traveled to Kushan Temple and planned to stay for three days before leaving.
Unexpectedly, the treasure of Kushan Temple was suddenly stolen, and he was the only outsider.
He was immediately caught by a group of evil monks indiscriminately and beaten several times.
It has been almost a month since I was thrown into the dungeon.
Life is worse than death, like being in hell.
"Oh, I didn't expect that I was not eaten by monsters, but died in the hands of a group of bald monks."
Xie Zhen was hit on the head by an unreasonable disaster, and all kinds of excuses were useless.
He experienced grievances, anger, struggle, depression, unwillingness, and despair.
Until now, there is only a calmness like stagnant water in his heart.
When he was very sure that he was about to die, he gradually calmed down, gave up struggling, and accepted his fate.
Just waiting for that moment to come.
"I have no relatives alive and am homeless.
When I die, no one will bury me, set up a monument for me, pay homage to me, or mourn my passing."
Xie Zhen murmured to himself, the endless loneliness and loneliness were mixed in this dark and cold place.
He suddenly remembered a poem written by Shen Lian: "There is no need to bury the bones in a mulberry land.
There are green mountains everywhere in life."
Xie Zhen smiled miserably, feeling an inexplicable pride in his heart, "Brother Shen, you are indeed a free and easy person.
I really want to drink three hundred more cups with you, and I will die without regrets."
Just a moment later, there was a boom and the iron barrel door suddenly opened.
A thick monk with a hateful face rushed in, and the mouse was so frightened that it fled into the gap in the rock wall.
"little thief" Jue Yuan looked fierce and kicked the wooden basin away.
Rice, vegetables, and cold water were scattered all over the floor.
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Xie Zhen was half-conscious and weakly raised his eyelids.
Then a big hand suddenly pinched his neck and lifted him up.
The chains rattled.
"Even now, you still haven't done anything."
Jue Yuan looked gloomy, ferocious, and roared again and again.
Xie Zhen said nothing, knowing that what he said was useless.
"If you feel far away, don't make mistakes."
At this time, behind Jue Yuan, an old monk with white beard and hair walked in.
He looked kind-faced and profound in Buddhism.
Xie Zhen suddenly felt energetic and thought that this old monk seemed to be a reasonable person and might help me.
"Old monk Kongming is the abbot of Dry Mountain Temple."
Master Kongming waved his hand, and Jue Yuan immediately put down Xie Zhen and retreated outside the door.
This was the first time Xie Zhen saw Master Kong Ming, and a faint desire for survival arose in his heart.
Xie Zhen coughed violently and begged: "Abbott, save me.
I really didn't steal anything from this temple.
Please check clearly."
Master Kongming smiled and said meaningfully: "After the treasure of the temple was stolen, the temple had to close the temple to prevent the thieves from escaping.
After a thorough investigation, it has been determined that it was not the fault of the monks of the temple."
Xie Zhen was stunned, his expression twitched, and he smiled miserably: "So, you think it was me."
Master Kongming narrowed his eyes and sneered: "On the night when the treasure of the temple was lost, you said that you had been sleeping and never left the room, but two monks saw you wandering around the temple that night.
How do you explain this?
" Xie Zhen argued: "There is absolutely no such thing.
I have thought about it carefully.
Someone probably stole my clothes first, and then wore my clothes to commit crimes.
That's why there was this misunderstanding."
"About your clothes."
Master Kongming's expression turned gloomy, and his eyes were filled with fierceness.
"We found them outside the courtyard wall."
Master Kong Ming magically took out a coat from under his wide cassock and threw it on the ground.
The coat was bulging, as if it was wrapped with something.
Xie Zhen was suspicious, so he opened his coat and saw a Buddhist niche.
When he opened it, it was empty and there was nothing inside.
"These are my clothes, but I have never seen this Buddhist altar before."
Xie Zhen looked ugly, his mouth was dry, and he was a bit unable to argue.
"Still quibbling" Master Kongming was furious, with a ferocious expression on his face.
He slapped Xie Zhen on the face with a snap and roared: "It was obvious that after you stole the Buddha's Heart Gu, you didn't have time to climb up the courtyard wall and escape, so you threw it away.
Outside the courtyard wall, and then return to the room and pretend to sleep, can you tell me where the Buddha Heart Gu went and who are your accomplices?"
Xie Zhen smiled miserably and shook his head, his eyes full of despair.
Master Kong Ming's eyes were cracked: "The facts are there, there is irrefutable evidence.
You sneaked into this temple to steal, and your accomplices were outside to help you.
Your plan was successful, but you were caught."
And your accomplice also turned his back on you.
He deliberately left your clothes and Buddhist altar behind.
His intention is self-evident.
Wasn’t it just to kill you?
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Until now, you still defend him.”
Xie Zhen made his last plea: "Abbott, I have been reading scriptures in the ancient temple for three days, and I often read the words that monks are compassionate.
I beg the abbot to show mercy and bypass me, a poor person.
I, I really did not steal. " Master Kongming was so angry that he spat on Xie Zhen's face: "I am talking to you about compassion.
Do you know what compassion is?"
Let me tell you, the rich will not be willful, the powerful will not do evil, and the strong will not kill.
This is compassion.
Compassion is not something everyone has.
Mercy is a privilege that only belongs to the strong.
When the Buddha was born, he pointed one finger to the sky and the other to the earth, saying, "I am the only one in heaven and on the earth.
My Buddha was able to walk after he was born.
When he walked, he could not bear to step on the ants on the ground."
This is the truth of compassion.
Only when you are strong enough to look down on all living beings as ants will you have compassion.
The Buddha first was self-centered and then compassionate And you have stolen my opportunity to be compassionate, how can you ask me to give you mercy?"
Some shocking remarks made Xie Zhen stunned and dumbfounded.
This is the so-called Buddha.
"Jueyuan, I'll leave it to you.
I'll be punished."
Master Kongming was furious and threw away his sleeves.
Jue Yuan walked in with a sneer, holding an iron tool like a vise in his hand.
He pressed Xie Zhen's hand and pulled out his ten fingernails one by one.
The shrill screams, wrapped in the sound of reciting sutras, echoed in the thousand-year-old temple
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