Chapter 70 Three, blessing

During the New Year, every household has a hanging "Fu" hanging on the door.Tradition is a rule that has been established for many years, and no one should go back to the source. In short, it is there, and as time goes by, it will be there. After a long time, it makes sense. Don't go for a long time with the truth. I hang upside down on the beam of the house, dreaming and dreaming. The world in front of me is upside down.Upside-down has its own kind of upside-down beauty, and others can't see it because they are always upright, or always pretending to be upright.I despise their presumptuous "positive".If you regard fat as beautiful from the beginning, oblique as right, and inverted as upright, then fat is beautiful, oblique is right, and inverted is upright.The rules are made by people, how can people not be biased.

Like an eagle, I have eyes that are simply too bright.Spread its wings, swoop down, bite off the neck of its prey, and drink the fresh juice greedily.That fragrance filled my limbs; that smell filled my internal organs. I am content with my first meal of the new year. The prey fell into a pool of blood, trembling sadly, the small body had such vigorous vitality, even so, it was still hard to escape the encroachment of fate.Sometimes, I almost mistakenly believe that I am the destiny that stands above heaven and earth.To disobey me is to disobey fate.It was a boy over two years old, probably wearing the red clothes his mother made for him in the first year of the year, staggering in the yard, and he was still smiling in his last appearance, showing two dimples.He could no longer hear the screams and cries of the people around him.

The arrival of the bat actually meant that his fortune was over. But it is good not to hear, and it is good not to see.If you listen too much or watch too much, you may lose your mind. When he grows up, he may just be an ordinary child.People ask, what is wrong with young children?No.So what's wrong with me being a bat?Life is such a cycle, no one has to die, but someone has to die.What is right or wrong?Don't be pitiful, if you don't eat him, I will die. Practice has reached a critical moment of life and death. The price I want to become a fairy is the blood of mortals, the younger and fresher the better.

It's ironic. The world is nothing more than that.Move forward amidst contradictions. Actually, why don't I want to be a good bat. Not sure what exactly went wrong.After drinking and drinking enough, practicing day and night, I thought that I was going to be a master soon, but it was still not lukewarm, neither fast nor slow, everything seemed to be still, and there was no sign of upward progress.I can only intensify and drink more. I have always been the most devout believer in spiritual practice. A hundred or two hundred years have passed without any change. Cultivation is like this, boundless and endless.No one will tell you where the end is, you are just working hard almost palely, and those efforts that may have results or not, it is those unknowns that make me look forward to it fascinated and suffer in suspense.

This is the path I chose, and despite the darkness, I still have to go on it. When I saw him, I recognized him immediately. Today's him, with cassocks on his body, a dragon stick in the sky, and Buddha's seal on his brows, is evil in all directions. He said a lot, but I didn't listen carefully.But what I'm sure of is that he didn't recognize me - the me who was once the end of a young life. "Bat demon, what can you do with it?" I can bear it, well, let me think about it, is it the kid who was bitten on the neck by me on the flower boat? It seems that the master's debt from that year still needs to be repaid by the young monk.

His precious appearance is solemn, and there is still a shadow of his previous life. In fact, how could there be?How many times of reincarnation can you meet me again. Maybe I'm paranoid.The innocent eyes of the baby back then always come to mind uncontrollably. He looked at me and said regretfully, "Do you know why it is so difficult for you to cultivate to the fairyland?" why? Is it because I haven't sucked enough blood? I asked him. He closed his eyes and replied, "That's good, that's good. You don't know that you are innocent, but killing a life is a serious crime."

Hahaha, this little kid's words are really interesting. If you can drink blood without killing, I would be happy; and if you drink the blood of chickens, ducks, livestock, etc., it is also a practice, so why should I have trouble with others.Do you think human blood tastes better? "Fame and profit are always in vain. Love ends up breaking up. When is it time to repay grievances? You kill for your own merits. You advance and retreat a hundred. Do the math, how many years have you practiced, and how much human blood have you drank? In or out?" I've thought about this question, but I don't want to admit it, especially when I was uttered by a ghost from my mouth in the past, I became even more furious.

"You were still a child in the past, and you died at my hands. In this life, do you still want to relive the story?" He was unmoved. In this life, he has a very special name called Fa Hai. If I don’t suck blood, my whole body will feel cold and lose motivation. If I don’t suck blood, it has nothing to do with practice, but with life. I also want to be a good bat. He seems to understand my tangle. "When you let go of everything, death is life, life is death, drinking is not drinking, and not drinking is drinking. Really letting go is not giving up drinking blood on the surface, but letting go of the state of mind at the moment. It is meaningless, and becoming an immortal is also meaningless."

"When I let go, what will I become?" "Let go is enlightenment. 'Enlightenment' is your own, purely personal. Enlightenment cannot bring you any 'benefits', neither can make you immortal, nor can it help you change your life form. But enlightenment, That is enlightenment." He paused, and then said: "Drinking blood is the carrier of your desires, not your real needs. You think you will die if you don't drink blood, but it is not. It is the illusion of desire, and the illusion makes you think that it is necessary. You have to get it." Bats think that they cannot live without drinking blood, women think that they cannot breathe without loving him, and people in the world think that they cannot gain wealth without obtaining fame.In fact, there is no "something" that cannot be missing.

It turns out that all these years of practice have been in vain? It turns out that these years of practice are just practice, not practice? I have nothing to say. This battle has not yet started, and it has already been completely lost. "In the Saha world, you can't hide for a long time; time is limited, don't wait for death. You have cultivated for many years, and I can't bear you to end here. You can do it yourself, and you will be right." He turned away.Could it be that he wants to let me go?Does he not want revenge?From his resolute eyes, I completely denied my belief that he didn't remember his previous life just now.

He smiled. Just like a Buddha. I don't understand Buddha, but I yearn for it. I understood in an instant.The roots of Buddha and Zen are naive, and they belong to children. They don't define anything, and don't be defined by anything. No wonder the child's voice and appearance repeatedly appeared in front of my eyes. I simply swallowed a Buddha! And Falcon was swallowed by me. Willing to dedicate myself to my karma, even if it is wrong karma. It is wrong to warn me with the sacrifice of life. But I don't understand at all, committing crimes again and again. And the Buddha let me go again. Contrary to what the world says, I jumped into the pit of flames myself. He couldn't save me.Instead I told him that I had left him a present. I was the one who turned Ninjin into a bat demon.I can't change this fact. When I bit Neng Ren, it was like biting him in the previous life. In the overlapping and changing time and space, some things unexpectedly overlapped. But I'm tired, and I don't want to suck hopelessly, day after day, year after year. Rumbling flames engulf me and burn my heart. In the next life, it is better to let me turn into smoke, into gas, and float with the wind. In the end, I saw a glimpse of green beside the high-temperature rock wall. I was laughing, grinning, and ugly, but luckily no one could see it. I thought, let me turn into a weed and grow beside the Buddha. Hearing his lectures and reciting rites, counting the clouds and clouds. Fahai, what I owe you has already been paid. And those who can bear to owe me, I am afraid it will continue.