Chapter 620: Grab porridge!
It has stopped snowing in the past two days, and the sun is shining brightly in the sky.
The morning light rims the Qingxu Mountains in the distance with a layer of gold, and the waves of the Hongjiang River reflect the light. Although the cold is heavy when the snow melts, as long as you bathe in the sun, it will always remain the same. Warm.
The refugee camp outside Tianshou Village ushered in the early morning of the seventh day.
When Fatuo led the refugees to chant sutras today, thousands of people were still standing in circles and chanting the Sutra of the Hundred Elves, but the longing and expectation in their eyes were Hope was the brightest, outweighing piety. At the same time, there was an indescribable coldness in the eyes of a large number of refugees.
They are like hungry wolves waiting to be fed one after another. Before dropping the raw meat, they will wait for the feeder with peace of mind, but it does not mean that they do not want to tear that person into pieces...
But just when these people's eyes were shining with expectation, waiting for them to receive the bowl of life-saving porridge after this morning's chant, they suddenly heard Fa Tuo speak leisurely.
"Almsgivers, I know what you are expecting."
He smiled and said: "But I don't know if you still remember that before taking the nectar of calamity and washing the body and bones, you must first After suffering the pain of burning one's body, can one reach the state of bliss?"
The refugees were startled.
What does this mean?
But soon, they thought about it.
When Fatuo showed up to treat a patient for the first time, the patient was rolling on the ground in pain, almost dying, and it took him a while to recover.
"It seems that most of the donors have understood it."
Fatuo smiled and said: "In the past seven days, the rice porridge and nectar you have eaten have gradually integrated into your bones and blood, but it has not The reason for healing you is that... you have not experienced the greatest pain yet.”
As soon as these words came out, a refugee sitting in the front row couldn't hold it back and asked in a trembling voice: "I, we are so sick, doesn't it count as painful?"
"Does it count, poor monk? It cannot be determined."
Fatuo's expression remained calm and gentle: "If the nectar has not taken effect, it means...it doesn't count."
The refugees were in an uproar.
Suffering from such a disease, dying at any time, being abandoned by your hometown and becoming homeless, is this not painful?
What else can we do? !
“Then what else can we do?” Questions rang out in the crowd.
Fatuo did not answer immediately, but waited for the commotion in the crowd to subside a little, and then slowly said: "It's very simple, give yourself pain."
"You need Only when you have the consciousness of entering purgatory can you obtain the love of nectar."
"Junior brother..."
he called.
So, a monk stood up and took out a short knife from his sleeve.
Fatuo took the short knife and handed it to the nearest refugee in front of him with a smile.
"This, this is...?"
The refugee's eyes widened and he took the knife at a loss.
Fa Tuo said softly: "Please embrace the thought of throwing yourself into purgatory and suffering hundreds of kalpas, and use it... forget everything you desire, forget everything you expect, and forget about yourself."
" Don't worry, you won't die...but you need to have the will to die to achieve nirvana."
The refugee held a short knife in his hand, his eyes full of fear and panic.
"I, I want..."
He trembled: "What do I want to do?"
Not only him, but also the other refugees around him stared wide-eyed.
Some refugees at the back were not sure what was going on, but as the news was quickly passed back, the crowd soon became chaotic.
But before the commotion broke out, several monks pushed carts filled with rice porridge into the crowd.
Today's rice porridge was particularly fragrant, and there seemed to be some kind of calming atmosphere in the aroma, and the refugees immediately became quiet again.
Fatuo smiled, put his hand on the shoulder of the refugee holding the short knife, and said softly: "Don't worry, don't be afraid, accept it calmly... But don't cut it on the throat, otherwise the rice porridge will be difficult to The entrance, heart is the better choice, remember to move quickly. ”
"Me, me, me, me..."
The refugee was completely stunned. He looked down at the short knife in his hand, his whole body shaking like a sieve, and he couldn't make up his mind.
At this moment, a loud shout suddenly sounded from the crowd!
“Don’t listen to him!”
A strong man stood up suddenly, his eyes wide open: “I have never heard of someone who needs someone else to commit suicide first to save someone!”< br>
Fatuo raised his eyes calmly, not angry, and said calmly: "The miraculous effect of the nectar of adversity is of course..."
"I don't believe it either!"
There was another aunt in the crowd. She stood up and said angrily: "That's not nectar at all! We all know it, it's made from medicinal materials!"
"That's right!"
When she shouted, the surrounding people were surrounded by A few people suddenly stood up: "That's right! You are lying to us!"
This seemed to be a signal. More and more people in the refugee camp began to stand up. The refugee holding the knife also widened his eyes. He had already handed the knife to his chest, and then slowly put the knife away. Come down.
Fatuo is very good at acting. He frowned and glanced at the crowd: "What are you talking about?" "Tsk, what master?"
In the crowd , Chen Qingshan sneered and stood up slowly: "Don't think that no one knows what you are doing! Even the children in the camp know about the evil things you have done!"
Fa Tuo was silent for a moment and walked behind him. Take a look.
Many of the monks he brought had surprise and confusion written on their faces, and a few...the bruises on their faces had not gone away, their heads were lowered, and their eyes were evasive.
"Amitabha Amitabha..."
Fa Tuo gritted his teeth and thought to himself: "General Ning, you must come to save me!"
said Then, he faced Chen Qingshan, frowned and said in a deep voice: "Namo is a troubled Buddha. The donors have made unwarranted accusations and defiled people. The poor monk is quite unhappy... To save you all, we are worried..."< br>
Before he finished speaking, Chen Qingshan interrupted him with a huge sneer!
"Fart!"
Chen Qingshan shouted angrily: "You are the one who spread this disease!"
After that, he took out a packet of oil paper bags from his arms and sneered: " Master Fatuo, the divine monk Fatuo, you are so powerful, do you dare to try to eat it?”
Fatuo frowned.
“You dare not.”
Chen Qingshan's sneer became extremely cruel: "Because you know, if you eat this thing in one big bite, even if you have the pure bowel soup, it will be too late to save yourself!"
After that, he waved his hand vigorously: " I wanted to wait until we had eaten the porridge, but since you want to attack our brothers and sisters, I won’t wait any longer!”
With this order, a large crowd of people stood up in the refugee camp. people!
They are all people who have been slowly "incited to rebel" in the past few days!
“And those monks!”
Chen Qingshan sneered and shouted: "If you don't want your handle to be given away, just leave the rice porridge for us! Brothers and sisters, go ahead and kill these evil monks! Steal our life-saving porridge!"
He raised his arms and shouted, and a large group of refugees cheered and rushed upward. Even the refugee holding the short knife before gritted his teeth and wanted to stab Fatuo with the knife.
Is all this sudden?
It’s not sudden.
In the past few days, there had been an undercurrent in the camp, and the seeds of the disease spread by the monks of Ernan had more or less been planted in everyone's minds.
Chen Qingshan showed his strong leadership and not only secretly planned all this, but also attracted a large group of people. The people who rushed up this time were all his own people who had been persuaded by him these days.
Of course, there are many refugees who are confused.
They didn't even realize what was happening.
But one thing... is clear.
Fatuo, ask them to commit suicide!
Is Bai E Nan Buddha powerful? Is it magical?
Maybe so. When they first saw these monks seven days ago, they almost regarded them as gods.
But in these seven days, a lot of things happened.
Some people died, the mysterious Jigong came and went, and there was also the turbulent undercurrent in the camp.
Until this moment, it finally broke out.
"What are you doing standing still?!"
The refugees rushing up shouted to their dazed companions around them: "As long as we drink the last bowl of porridge, we will be fine!"
With this shout, many people woke up from a dream and began to rush forward.
On this side, Fatuo slapped away the short knife that stabbed him with his backhand, and turned his head to look.
Over there at the porridge cart, two groups of monks were already fighting...
The monk who had the handle was determined to snatch the porridge cart first for Chen Qingshan and the others; the other group of monks didn't know why, and naturally they didn't want to let them do this. The former "brothers" started doing it inexplicably.
“Never mind!”
Fatuo did not dare to kill or injure anyone. He waved his palm and knocked down a group of refugees in front of him with a dark wind, and was also crushed by the oncoming group of black people. The people were so shocked that they were sweating all over: "Just do what General Ning said!"
Are the six realms strong? Pretty strong.
But even in the Six Realms, facing thousands of ordinary people, they can only run for their lives.
But just when he turned around, a familiar figure and smile suddenly came into view!
That was Fu Qingzhou dressed as Jigong on a tree not far away.
He was waving his fan and grinning at Fa Tuo, showing his big white teeth.
Fatuo gritted his teeth.
However, he did not run away, but suddenly waved his palm and pounced on the two groups of monks fighting next to the porridge cart!
(End of this chapter)