Chapter 1947 If You Just Want to Be a Person

"Well, I've killed a lot of people."

Su Nan couldn't count the number of people who died in her hands.

Some have to be killed, some have different positions... But in the end, they all died in her hands, including other intelligent races other than humans.

"So." The monk just nodded slightly.

Su Nan glanced at him and continued to eat.

What a strange monk.

The twilight is getting deeper, and there are many unknown insects in the silent mountains and forests, the bright white moon hangs in the night sky, the stars are bright, and the galaxies are gorgeous.

Su Nan lay on the grass, staring at the night sky in a daze.

"donor."

Suddenly a monk's voice came from his side, but Su Nan didn't turn his head: "What's the matter?"

"Have you ever thought about putting down the butcher's knife in your hand?"

"Do you monks think 'put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot'? But monk, have you ever thought about what happens to the people who died in my hands if I put it down? Who should bear the burden of this murder? ?"

Su Nan laughed lightly, as if he was laughing, but he didn't know whether he was laughing at the monk or at himself.

Perhaps, as the monk said, you can become detached by letting go, but there are always people who can't let go and can't let go of those long-dead memories.

The monk was stunned, not knowing how to respond for a while.

"Good, the little monk doesn't know for the time being, let me think about it."

After being stunned for a long time, the monk said the Buddha's name, then found a place to sit quietly, closed his eyes and pondered.

He went west to understand the Buddha's mind, the seven emotions and six desires, the karma, and the Buddha's word in his heart, but when faced with Su Nan's question, he suddenly didn't know how to answer it.

Neither of them had any conversations for the next few days.

The monk was silent all the way, frowning slightly from time to time, still thinking about what Su Nan asked him that night.

Maybe it was because the atmosphere was too quiet, Su Nan called him while eating, "Hey, monk."

"What's the matter?" The monk said very little.

"Do you think there are people with longevity in this world?" Su Nan asked.

The monk thought for a while, and nodded lightly: "The world is so big that there are all kinds of wonders, and there should be some things when you think about it."

Su Nan seems to be asking the monk, but also asking himself: "Then do you think this longevity is a good thing or a bad thing?"

The monk thought for a little more time than before: "The cycle of life and death, the laws of nature, the various races between heaven and earth have their own predestined rules, ordinary people will return to heaven and earth after only a hundred years of life, and even cultivators have a lifespan limit. , Most monsters live longer than practitioners, but they also have the day of death. If it is really immortal... it would be too hard."

Seeing all the familiar things disappear in the years, leaving only oneself, the loneliness here is hard to bear.

"Yeah, it's really bitter." Su Nan hooked the corner of his mouth, as if he wanted to laugh, but finally lowered his eyebrows and took a bite of the fruit just picked from the tree.

Immature, very sour, so sour that tears almost flow down.

Buddhism said, "Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda." Su Nan felt that people like her might not even be qualified to go to hell, and could only stay in this world and suffer forever.

"Then you say, is there a way to not suffer?"

The monk looked at the mountains in the distance: "Maybe it is to become that immortal, to be free in the world, to let go of the worldly worries, and naturally no longer suffer, or to become a demon, to do whatever one wants, to cause harm to the world."

Su Nan ate the remaining fruit without saying a word.

Fairies, demons...

But she just wanted to be a person.

The breeze blew lightly, blowing the branches and leaves to make a "rustling" sound.

The person beside him sat on the grass, took off his hat, shook his blue silk gently, looked at the distant mountains, and seemed to be looking at a farther, unreachable place, with a somewhat inexplicable look in his eyes, It's like being lonely, and it's like being lonely.

Sitting there, it doesn't seem to belong to this world.

The monk stared at her for a while, then closed his eyes and didn't look at her.

Su Nan just sat in a daze. For her, this may be the easiest way to pass the time.

"Good."

The monk closed his eyes and said softly, in Buddhism, this sentence means an accusation, and he does not know why he is accusing.

Continue on after a short break.

The monk only knew to go west. Su Nan felt that his destination should be Mount Sumeru. Maybe he could find the answer to this trip there, or he could get nothing. Life is like this, and he didn't reach the end point in his heart. , no one knows what will happen.

In the evening, the monk seemed to want to understand something, and asked Su Nan not far away, "I don't know how much the benefactor killed?"

Su Nan's movement of throwing firewood into the bonfire paused for a moment, and his voice was flat: "I can't remember."

The orange-red firelight reflected on her face, and the long hair that fell down cast interlaced shadows, making it difficult to see her expression.

The monk was silent for a while, then nodded: "Xiao Seng understands."

"Monk, did you think of the answer to the question I asked you earlier?"

Su Nan turned over the bonfire with a branch, and a little sparks splashed out, like the stars in the sky, the swaying fire was a little brighter.

"I don't know." The monk shook his head, "The little monk's cultivation base is shallow, and he doesn't know how to answer the donor for the time being."

"

Then there is no need to answer. "Su Nan said casually, after so long, she didn't care.

The monk didn't know if he heard it or not. He folded his hands, his eyes were clean and clear, and there was no confusion: "The little monk is willing to recite the scriptures for the donor's day, so as to free the donor from murder."

"what ever."

Su Nan waved her hand, lay down on the soft grass, and looked at the empty night sky. She didn't know what to think. She was basically like this every night, maybe she was reminiscing about those long gone past events, or maybe she was just in a daze , maybe even she doesn't know it herself.

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, when he practices deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and saves all suffering..."

The monk recited the scriptures in a low voice, not abrupt in this quiet mountain forest, but integrated into this world.

Su Nan listened quietly.

Maybe it can really save her murder, or maybe it's just talking, it doesn't make much difference to her.

As a result, there were more monks chanting sutras along the way, when walking, when eating, and even when resting.

Su Nan didn't think he was bothering him, just read it, she couldn't change the monk's mind even if she thought about it.

The two moved on.

After a period of time, it may be dozens of days, it may be hundreds of days, and the monks are chanting sutras every day.

Until one day, Su Nan said goodbye to the monk, and she naturally would not accompany the monk to go on.