Shanyang was extremely angry, but the statues of the Buddha on both sides would not answer him. He could only restrain his grief and anger and restrain his master's body.

The ten-year-old child tried his best to drag the old monk's body to the backyard, but saw the body of his senior brother upside down on the open space in the backyard.

Under the silver moonlight, the air is cold.

Just like Shanyang's current mood, sad.

He seemed to have forgotten to cry, to forget to tears, to forget that he was only ten years old, and there was only chaos in his mind.

In the sad night, Shanyang placed the bodies of his senior brother and his master on the open space in the backyard.

Under the maple tree where he often meditates.

The breeze blew, and red leaves fell on the trunks.

And now Shanyang's heart is also full of blood.

He had never seen bloody before. He had seen such a shocking scene for the first time. He felt a mess in his heart and had long forgotten everything.

He practiced the boundless Dharma, but in the face of this reality, it was simply vulnerable and useless.

In the front yard, Shanyang found the bodies of two other senior brothers, which were still in the courtyard, and were already cold.

It took Shanyang a lot of time to drag the bodies of the two senior brothers to the backyard and placed them side by side under the maple tree.

The fish belly rose in the sky.

The gray light illuminates everything, but it cannot illuminates the kind-hearted heart.

He looked at the corpse in front of him with a blue face and was at a loss.

That night, he didn't know how many scriptures he recited, how many Buddha's lords he had said, and how many methods he thought of, but no matter how he did, the deceased had passed away.

Shanyang sat in front of the corpses of his master and senior brother. The scriptures that were originally in his mind seemed to have completely disappeared, and he couldn't remember a single sentence.

He could only look at the four corpses in front of him silently, and tears involuntarily slid from his eyes.

An inexplicable resentment swelled from Shanyang's heart. He knew something was wrong in his heart, but he could not erase it no matter what.

Resentment suddenly arose, and soon occupied Shanyang's whole body and heart.

At noon, Shanyang got up from the ground, went to the side room to take out the farm tools, and dug a hole under the bright red maple leaves.

He waved the hoe in his hand vigorously, sweating like rain.

Every move hit him with a solid belief, and every move hit him with an endless Buddhist teaching.

In the dark, the Western Paradise he saw seemed to be just a joke.

In a trance, he remembered what his master said to him before.

"The mind is transcendent, but it does not mean that the body is transcendent. If you still want to continue practicing Buddhist principles, you should avoid what you should avoid."

What should be avoided should be avoided.

But Shanyang at that time believed that Buddhism could solve everything, resolve all hatreds, save all sentient beings, and transcend life and death.

And when all this was truly placed in front of him, Shanyang realized how ridiculous the belief he had always believed in was.

What did you change in your life practice?

I think my master has become a monk since he was a child and is considered a great monk. He is kind and generous, travels around the world and does good deeds.

Later, he became the host of Gushan Temple, and even promoted Buddhism, taking goodness as his thoughts, bringing people humility and amiableness.

Over the years, my master has saved countless people, nor has he helped many poor people who are unable to afford food.

In the end, what is all this?

Such a monk, whose body and head are different, had no one else's body after his death. He was chopped off his head by a villain, and his life was saved.

Is this what I get from practicing this life?

If this is the only way to practice in one lifetime, then what is the use of this practice?

If this is the only way to practice in one lifetime, then what's the use of practicing?

Shanyang waved the hoe in his hand and smashed it on his faith, causing cracks to break out, and golden light filled with light.

Under that dazzling golden light, there is a piece of dross, bloody, dirty, and swaying hell.

Everything Shanyang saw was completely irrelevant to everything he believed in.

It took a long time until the sun sets, until the moon is shining and the stars are shining, and the good luck stops.

Sweat had soaked his clothes, and the autumn wind swept over and a chill.

Shanyang wrapped their bodies with his master's senior brother's bedding and put them into the pit in front of him.

Little by little, pushing the whereabouts of the soil in front of you is like burying your own faith little by little.

It is hard to imagine that a ten-year-old boy, who has no power to tie a chicken, can only bury his own relatives.

And at the moment of losing his loved ones, his hard-working faith, the gods he believed in, and the Western Buddha, also disappeared in his heart.

Several mounds appeared under the maple tree, Shanyang knelt in front of several mounds, his face was bloodless.

He no longer knows how to cry or tell.

The only people in this world who understand him passed away in an instant.

But in this process, he was wandering outside the sky, listening to the misty Buddhist sounds of Lingshan.

If he could choose again, Shanyang would never have done this, nor would he choose this way.

He would rather go to the underworld with his master than be an incompetent person who hates him afterwards.

But when things got to this point, what could he do as a ten-year-old monk?

It was cold late at night.

Shanyang's whole body was wet and his body was trembling coldly, but he felt a heat.

In the hazy state, he lay in front of his master's grave and fell asleep.

It seems that everything has returned to the past and to the time when nothing has happened.

It seemed that the master's laughter and scolding came from his ears again, and it seemed that he heard the familiar one again: "Shan Yang..."

In the hazy state, several voices came into Shanyang's ears.

His eyes could no longer be opened, but he just felt that his body was being picked up and running quickly.

"What's wrong! Little Master! Little Master!"

"Hurry! Go down the mountain and call people! Report to the government! Hurry!"

"Gushan Temple has been bandits! Report to the official quickly!"

"Little Master! Little Master!"

The sound disappeared again.

In the hazy state, Shanyang felt his eyelids sink a little, and a more hazy sound came from his ears.

"We took the child back, after all, it's my Li family's bloodline."

"The affairs of Gushan Temple should be done by traversing bandits. After a long time, no one can be found."

"Okay, okay, don't talk about these things first, take the child back first."

"Thank you, sir, this is a little bit of heart, and it doesn't mean respect."

In the hazy state, Shanyang felt that his body was getting heavier and heavier.

In the hazy state, he felt that someone was pouring something into his mouth again, and the thing was bitter, making him feel a little vomited.

In the hazy, everything seemed to be back to the past.

Shanyang felt that he was in a very quiet environment and fell asleep deeply.

In the hazy, a towering voice sounded.
Chapter completed!