Chapter 428 Cruel Self-Sacrifice and Burning Fingers

It is indeed a tripod!

I saw a fist-sized three-legged tripod placed on the tray. Can this also be called a tripod? It seems that ancient people used this kind of vessel when drinking wine and worshiping heaven.

It turns out that it is the treasure this time! It doesn't look like there's anything special about it, but judging from the rust, it's indeed an old antique.

Jingshu and his team were watching not far away, but they still remained vigilant. Secretly, several sniper rifles were already aimed at them, and Snake Spirit had already asked his little Taiban to put poison. By then, either of their bullets would Shoot out first, or they will be poisoned by the snake first and unable to shoot out the bullet.

But until the bet is over, both parties are still safe for the time being.

Then he saw the monk looking at the cauldron with wet eyes. He saluted the wealthy monk and said, "I was young, ignorant and frivolous, and I had no piety in my faith. At that time, I ran away and left it wandering outside.

Master Yuantong, as we made a bet five years ago, can you talk to me again about the Buddha’s sacrifice of his body and offering his relics to that Buddha? "

It turns out that monk Futai’s dharma name is Yuantong...

Then Master Yuantong put his hands together and saluted:

"Master Jie Lu, if you come here today, your Taoism will be greatly improved. If you are determined and want to achieve Anuttara Samyak Sam Bodhi, you can burn your fingers or even a full finger to make offerings to the pagoda, which is better than the wife and three of Guocheng." Those who offer treasures from thousands of lands, mountains, forests, rivers and ponds.”

It turns out that the name of the young monk from my family is Jielu.

After the two parties saluted each other, they sat cross-legged on the ground, and then under the witness of the host, they re-opened the bet they made five years ago, while Master Yuantong showed his hand with two missing fingers.

Under the shocked looks of Jingshu and others, he poured oil into the burning offering to the Buddha. It was like a candle burning under the dim sky, and the sound of oil exploding occasionally sounded, even those watching the excitement could be heard. The black people all stopped and couldn't believe it. This is the Buddhist fighting method?

This is obviously self-harm!

The two monks clasped their hands together and watched as their oiled fingers began to burn.

Jingshu seemed to have seen the scene where Master Yuantong sat in the temple and sacrificed his life to burn fat five years ago, while the little monk Jielu fled. Five years later, the enlightened little monk Jielu came back and vowed to The scene of recapturing the heavy treasure tripod.

The little monk Jielu had a look of compassion and determination, and big beads of sweat began to flow down his face. He began to recite sutras in his mouth, frowning with a look of pain on his face.

Master Yuantong's expression was still neither sad nor happy, "If you don't burn your body, arms, and fingers to make offerings to the Buddhas, you are not a monastic Bodhisattva."

"Master Yuantong, the young monk came here today to sacrifice his life and burn fat just to win over you and get back what belongs to China."

Master Yuantong shook his head, as if he was stubborn: "As a disciple of Buddha, you should sacrifice your body, burn your fingers, burn your arms, and burn your head to make offerings to the Buddhas and stupas. This can eliminate the sins of the past life and obtain supreme blessings in the future. ”

"However, the things clearly stated in the sutra are popular. I am still encouraged to make offerings to myself, not to mention the extraneous wealth! ... However, sentient beings like to see this. This is just a vulgar trend. It is appropriate to burn your arms to make offerings." The young monk Jie Lu said through gritted teeth.

Jingshu stroked her chin, what are you talking about? Have you translated it?

Fortunately, the universal language Lingling explained:

"Master Yuantong supports the act of sacrificing one's body and burning fat, believing that such practice can enable eminent monks to achieve enlightenment and eliminate sinful karma. What the monk means is that if you want to imitate the actions of Bodhisattvas and adopt extreme ascetic practices, you must consider whether such actions can benefit yourself and others. To get the maximum benefit, he opposed this extreme behavior. He came here just to prove himself and win the bet and get the tripod back. "

The two sides started a heated discussion about Buddhism, and difficult and obscure words came out of their mouths. If it weren't for Lingling's explanation, Jingshu, a scumbag, would not be able to understand it. After a trip to the country, Jingshu began to have doubts. In life, it’s okay if you don’t understand foreign languages, but now you can’t even understand Mandarin.

Wait, there is something a little more serious.

"If this discussion on Buddhism does not end and no party admits defeat, will it continue to burn like this?"

Jing Shu asked. Although she was shocked at first, she was still calm in the end. Being a doctor with 100 contribution points at a time is not for nothing. As long as she doesn't die, she can save people.

When Jing Shu thought about it, the two of them made a bet that no one would be killed whether you stabbed me or I stabbed you, or whether it was the Shaolin Lion Roar Kung Fu, the Bronze Sand Palm, or the Thousand Jin Gate, etc. But now these two people are playing with each other. Fingers begin to burn with their own tricks

Yang Yang squinted his eyes and nodded, "So, you have to be prepared for Plan B."

"Will the monk die?"

"I don't know, maybe."

"Someone is going to die, either Yuantong or Jielu. Maybe both of them will go to the Paradise of Paradise."

Everyone fell silent. It turned out that just watching from the side was not a pleasant experience. Jing Shu was a little on pins and needles as she watched her most hardworking teammate who had been with him for several months, be burned alive today.

How long does it take to completely burn a person to death? The fire like cremation only takes about an hour, and it is painless, but now, little by little burning, little by little cells are necrotic and turned into ashes, and the 12-level pain is like a thousand arrows piercing your heart, hindering you all the time. , this is the pain the monk is suffering at this moment.

And it's the kind of thing where you have to watch yourself transform into a complete person, slowly burning away your fingers, palms, and arms.

Compared to pain, the little monk must be more painful than Master Yuantong, because Master Yuantong's intention is to go to the paradise, he is willing to sacrifice his life for this, his belief is 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 body, Jingshu suddenly didn't know how the monk got through these days, and how much courage he mustered to come to the United States.

Let's make a simple description of the mentality of the two: Master Yuantong is now sitting in the business class of the plane that is about to crash. He bought hundreds of millions of insurance. Even if he died in the plane crash, he can get several times the compensation; on the other hand, the little monk Jie Lu is now in the economy class of the plane that is about to crash. He didn't buy a penny of insurance. The only thing he can do is pray for a safe landing.

This is the role of mentality.

Time passed by minute by minute, which was hard for Jingshu and others, not to mention that it was like a year for the monk. Every second of pain will 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, so that the Buddhist disciples could offer the relics to the Buddhas more devoutly.

The black people who were watching the excitement gradually withdrew from this seemingly non-contentious but strangely quiet competition. They felt the horror of their hair standing on end. The Chinese were too scary.

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