Chapter 163 Buddha, Dead, Buddha, Alive The moon has set and the stars have faded, and the mountains and forests seem to be covered with white frost. Heimiya Chiya held a staff in one hand and a bowl in the other as he walked along the mountain and forest roads. In the end, he declined the master and the boy's attempts to keep him and continued on his journey under the cover of night. In front of him, the moon doll was flying up and down with moonlight as wings, like an elf. The moon doll raised her hands, and the moonlight in the sky flowed like the Milky Way, illuminating the hazy road ahead. The Moon brand flashlight is really easy to use. "That girl is so stupid. Being a god is not as good as being a human. She will definitely regret it again in the future." The voice of Yaezakura Jingu came through the moon doll. She had talked about this topic several times along the way. “Things that have never been obtained are always particularly attractive. As for the future, after all, it is far in the future, and no one can be sure whether they will regret it.”
"It's so nice to be a human being. You can eat, drink, have fun, and enjoy a unique life every day." Hiramiya Chiye smiled and did not refute Jingu Yaezakura's beautiful fantasy. Human life has never been so beautiful. Most people are exhausted just trying to survive. Enjoyment, this word is too advanced and has deviated from the general public. "What kind of place will Kyoto be?" "It should be about the same as Tokyo." "You haven't been here either?" "No." "So can we go wander around after we get to Kyoto?" The moon doll flew back from the front and landed on Pinggong Qianye's shoulder. Its right hand stretched forward, and a ray of moonlight sprinkled steadily on the road ahead. Pinggong Qianye did not give a definite answer to this question. The situation in Kyoto was somewhat unusual, and he might not have time to wander around. Recently, he chatted with the monk Sutian Wubian on the Pudu APP forum about things in Kyoto. Very complicated. "what's wrong?" "I'm just wondering how to resolve the boundary between the worlds of monsters and humans." "This question... is so grand and difficult." Yae Sakura Jingu just thought about it and felt that this problem was beyond her ability to solve. Pinggong Qianye didn't say anything else and continued to move forward along the mountain road. Late at night, Pinggong Qianye vaguely sensed the faint sound of Buddhist scriptures coming from the dense forest ahead.
Is someone reciting Buddhist scriptures late at night? Pinggong Qianye walked towards the source of the sound, and the sound of Buddhist scriptures gradually became clearer. When he got closer, Pinggong Qianye could hear someone reciting the contents of the "Mahaparinirvana Sutra". He had read this sutra and practiced the "Nirvana Diagram". Passing through the dense forest, Pinggong Qianye saw the person chanting the scriptures. A monk in his early 40s, with dishevelled hair and a tattered robe, the Buddhist beads hanging around his neck were also incomplete. In his right hand he holds the wooden fish, while his left hand is empty as he has no wooden fish to strike. The wrinkles on his face were, as the boy had said, more bitter than the lines on a bitter gourd. Those eyes were full of anxiety and fear, and the sound of chanting was intermittent. This person should be the crazy monk the boy mentioned. Pinggong Qianye did not immediately step forward to talk, but stood quietly not far away and observed. The monk was reciting the Mahaparinirvana Sutra, but the first and second sentences often did not connect, and the text was upside down. Every time this happened, the monk could not stop crying, and his sleeves, which he used to wipe his tears, were so dirty and covered with a layer of grease. Pinggong Qianye continued to observe for a while, and after confirming that the monk had no other abnormalities, he walked towards the monk. Just after taking a few steps closer, the monk stopped chanting, and his eyes, full of fear and anxiety, stared straight at Pinggong Qianye. "Buddha, Buddha, is alive." The monk's voice was a little hoarse. "Buddha has never died, so why should he come back to life?" Pinggong Qianye answered and took two steps towards the monk. The monk was stunned for a while, then covered his head with his left hand, as if he was enduring some severe pain, and at the same time, the sword in his right hand kept hitting the tree trunk beside him frantically. "Buddha, Buddha, He is dead, dead!" The monk's voice became more and more frantic as the sound of Jianzhi knocking on the tree trunk came. Pinggong Qianye just watched the monk go crazy quietly, and when his condition improved a little, he spoke: "The Buddha is dead, there is no Buddha in this world anymore." "No, Buddha, Buddha, He is alive again!" When the monk said this, his eyes were full of fear and he kept looking around, as if he was worried that something terrible would suddenly jump out. Pinggong Qianye thought about it and decided to follow his words again, "Well, Buddha is alive. I am Buddha, you are Buddha, and all living beings are Buddha." The monk paused for a moment, then struck the tree trunk with even more frantic movements, muttering over and over again: "The Buddha is dead! He is dead!" Pinggong Qianye was silent for a while, then sighed and said, "Master, you recited Buddhist scriptures late at night to lead me here, just to play tricks on me?" This is not a difficult judgment to make. What kind of monk has nothing better to do than chanting sutras and reciting Buddhist scriptures in the deep mountains and forests in the middle of the night, and he is on his own necessary route?
If this monk was really crazy, then his first reaction when he saw me coming should be to leave in a panic. "Buddha, dead, Buddha, alive." The monk just repeated this sentence and did not answer Pinggong Qianye's question. "Buddha is alive." The monk murmured again, looking visibly panicked, and tried to cover his mouth with his left hand, but it was too late. He opened his mouth and vomited, spitting out monks that were only the size of his little finger. The appearance and dress of the young monks are no different from those of the monks, except that they look much younger, like the monks in their youth. There were little monks all over the ground, roughly estimated to be hundreds of them. Some of them were sitting cross-legged on the ground chanting scriptures, some were walking back and forth, some were arguing, some were lying on the monks, and some were yawning and sleeping on the spot... It seems that every monk is a living being. "Buddha is alive!" The monk looked at the little monks on the ground in horror, shook his robes and body frantically, and after making sure that there were no traces of the little monks left on him, he fled in panic. Pinggong Qianye wanted to chase after him, but when he sensed movement behind him, he stopped and waited quietly. After a while, a group of people holding flashlights appeared in the dense forest. There were probably more than 20 people, each holding a flashlight in one hand and a net bag in the other. When they saw Pinggong Qianye, they were stunned at first, then exclaimed "monk", and then saw the little monks on the ground. They seemed to have seen the glittering gold, and rushed over like crazy, using the net bags in their hands to grab the little monks one by one and put them into the net bags. Pinggong Qianye continued to just watch and did not intervene in the matter. The Moon Doll sitting on Hiramiya Chiye's shoulder wanted to say something, but in the end, like Hiramiya Chiye, she chose to remain silent. He just stood up out of curiosity, holding Pinggong Qianye's ear with one hand, and looked up at the crowd's movements. When all the young monks nearby were arrested, those people turned their eyes to Pinggong Qianye. They did not speak, but gradually surrounded him. There was a gleam in their eyes that was becoming increasingly dangerous. Pinggong Qianye simply raised the Zen stick lightly in his left hand and shook it to the ground, and the rings on the tip of the stick rang. The sound was a bit harsh for a moment, which shocked these people and the dangerous light in their eyes gradually dissipated. "let's go." Someone wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the leader, who led everyone away. From beginning to end, they never asked where the monk had gone. "What the hell is going on? It's so weird!"
After the crowd left, Jingu Yaezakura's angry voice came through the moon doll. “It’s really a bit confusing.” For a moment, Pinggong Chiye couldn't figure out what had just happened. I just roughly know that I should be involved in some complicated story. He did not reject the development of such a story. At least, he already had the material for his next story on the Purdue APP forum. "Let's go." "Where to go?" “Go to the place where Buddha came alive.” “Is there really a Buddha who has come back to life?” "Perhaps." "Huh, you've become weird too." Pinggong Qianye reached out and placed the moon doll on his shoulder in his palm, and gently poked its face with his fingers. Since a monk has set a puzzle for me, I naturally have to go and take a look. If we want to solve this mystery, the group of people just now are the clue. Their whereabouts are easier to track than that of the monk just now. Pinggong Qianye followed the group of people at a steady pace. They occasionally talked to each other, but rarely mentioned the monk just now, as if they were keeping it a secret. Instead, he was more keen on discussing things about himself, and most of the conversations were about why a young monk like himself would appear here in the middle of the night. There isn't much valuable information. In the early morning, the sun rises from the top of the mountain. Pinggong Chiye followed the group of people to the outside of their village. It was a typical Japanese rural village, different from the uninhabited place where the old man and the boy had lived before. Almost every house here is a single-family house with complete water and electricity, and wide roads, which is similar to the village where Horii Yuji's hometown used to be. Pinggong Chiye's arrival quickly attracted the attention of the villagers. Even though those people knew that Pinggong Qianye followed them into the village, they did not take the initiative to talk to him. But when Pinggong Qianye passed by, he stared at him with complicated eyes and kept a certain safe distance. Pinggong Qianye didn't care about this and continued to go deeper into the village. Soon, someone came.
The visitors were two monks, about 25 years old, wearing simple gray monk robes. After learning that there was a temple here, Pinggong Qianye was no longer in a hurry to find out the situation from the villagers, but followed the two monks to a temple near the village. Anping Temple. A not very big temple, located in the center of three nearby villages. But it also has its own mountain gate, and is fully equipped with various temple buildings including scripture hall, Dharma hall, three-story pagoda, etc. Small but complete. After entering the mountain gate, I met the abbot. "Monk who has come from afar, you should have seen that crazy monk, right?" "We met by chance in the dense forest last night, and I was just about to ask the abbot about the monk." The abbot led Pinggong Qianye into his meditation room and asked Pinggong Qianye to sit down. Then he looked solemn and spoke slowly. "That crazy monk was dug out from a field by nearby villagers more than a decade ago." (End of this chapter)