Chapter 180 The Weasel drove himself crazy asking for the title


Chapter 180 The weasel asked for the title and drove himself crazy

As soon as he heard the sound, the weasel was stunned for a moment, and immediately gave up the idea of ​​chasing Zhang Hao. Instead, he stood there and looked around, as if trying to find where the sound came from.

"Haha, the little weasel doesn't recognize the old man anymore?"

The ancient tree spoke again, and its branches trembled.

Zhang Hao hid in the grass nearby and watched quietly.

To be honest, he was not sure whether the ancient tree could completely contain the weasel. This was also a try.

If the ancient tree can really contain the weasel, even if it makes the weasel retreat in the face of difficulties, that will be the best result.

But it is also possible that the weasel ignored the ancient tree and still came to him to continue asking questions. That was what Zhang Hao couldn't accept the most. In that case, he would have to think of new ways to deal with the weasel.

However, it seems that things are gradually moving in a good direction. The weasel obviously stopped and looked for the direction from which the sound came.

And Gu Shu also spoke very cooperatively.

Thinking about it, Gu Shu hasn't spoken for so many years. The last time Gu Shu met Li Siyu and himself, those words were so secret and they kept flowing. If Dayou and the others didn't leave, Gu Shu would have continued. I mean to keep talking.

And the weasel is the kind of master who can keep asking questions as long as others can pay attention to him. When two mountain creatures meet together... you can imagine what kind of chemical reaction will happen.

The most important thing is that Zhang Hao is also very curious about what will happen.

On the side, the mountain god deer also stared at the weasel and the ancient tree with curious eyes.

At this time, on the road, the weasel had already discovered that the ancient tree in front of him had opened its mouth. He first tilted his head in confusion and glanced at the ancient tree, as if to confirm.

"That's right, little weasel, it's me who's talking."

Gu Shu spoke again, with a little regret or regret in his tone: "You have passed by Lao Chan many times before, but you never stopped. If you stop, Lao Chan can talk to you. After all, it’s so boring in the mountains, and it’s really hard to live with no one to talk to.”

The words just fell.

The weasel seemed to have been completely confirmed, and closed its two paws together, just like the accomplished monk shown before.

"Zhizhizhi~" (Do you think I look like a human or a Buddha?)

Zhang Hao could no longer hear the weasel's question, he could only hear the weasel's cry.

But the ancient tree could hear the weasel's question, and was stunned for a moment, then asked: "Does it look like a human? Or does it look like a Buddha? You are just a little weasel. If you want to say something similar, do you look like a weasel?"


The weasel was stunned when he heard this answer, and his pointed mouth grinned upward, revealing the fangs inside, and there was a bit of ferocity in his eyes.

Logically speaking, when faced with a weasel's question, the last person to answer is someone like a weasel, because then the weasel can kill the person who answered the question on the spot and destroy his family, going through a series of processes.

But the answer to this question is the ancient tree, which has survived in this dense forest for hundreds of years. The ancient tree itself is a mountain treasure, and it is an extremely special kind among mountain treasures. It is based on the personality of a weasel. He said that he did not dare to do anything to the ancient tree.

At most, he would just click his teeth and continue asking questions.

"Zhizhizhi~" (Do you think I look like a human or a Buddha?)

When Gushu heard Weasel ask this question again, he was silent for a while, and then smiled and said: "Asking this question again means that the answer I gave before is not correct. Anyway, think about it, you are asking me, you Like a human being or like a Buddha.”

"Well, if you say it looks like a human being, it's not very similar. After all, although you stand upright like a human being, you are wearing a torn cassock, and your hands... well, your claws are clasped together, more like a monk. ”

"Oh, by the way, little weasel, when I talk about this monk, I think of it as if it was decades ago... No, it seems to be hundreds of years ago. Yes, maybe hundreds of years ago, there was an old monk. Passing by here, he thought it was very miraculous that the old man could talk. It should be the appearance of Buddha. Then I talked to him for a while. The old man is the accumulation of spiritual things in the mountains, and is a creature created by heaven and earth. How could it be that? The Buddha appeared..."

Veins popped up on the weasel's forehead. He wanted to hear that the ancient tree was talking to him about other things. He was chatting with the ancient tree about the front door, and the ancient tree was chatting with him. It was completely incompatible with what he said!

He now wants to step forward and tear the ancient tree in half, if he has this ability.

And the most important thing is that he can't leave now. If the weasel asks someone else a question and that person keeps ignoring him, then he can choose another person to ask, but if the other person can always answer the question, even if he answers is incorrect, then the weasel will continue to ask.

Of course, the weasel could naturally kill this nonsense person and turn to ask another person, but the person who answered his words now was the ancient tree, which was something he could not compete with.

He could only choose to keep asking and keep asking.

Listening to Gu Shu's endless talk without any intention of pausing, he even started talking about the differences in thinking between Mahayana Buddhism and Hinayana Buddhism, as well as the various influences after preaching. He couldn't help it anymore and continued. Asked.

"Zhizhizhi!" (Do you think I look like a human or a Buddha?)

"Oh?" The interrupted ancient tree was not angry, but was surprised, and then seemed to be talking to himself: "You asked this question again, that means you should care about the answer to this question very much, right? ”

"Oh, it's the old man's fault. I got off topic while chatting. Haha, I'm sorry, it's the old man's problem."

"Zhizhizhi~" (Do you think I look like a human or a Buddha?)

"Do you look like a human or a Buddha..." The ancient tree's tone was a bit awkward, and even the branches were shaking one after another: "It's really a very difficult question to choose. What would you rather hear you look like?"
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The weasel almost vomited blood.

If He could really say something like that on His own, would He still need to come to someone to ask? "Zhizhizhi~" (Do you think I look like a human or a Buddha!)

He deliberately added the accent on the words "Image Buddha", thinking that if the ancient tree could understand it, he would be able to speak the answer of "Image Buddha", so that the ancient tree could bear the karmic debt and bear the cause and effect for him.

He was able to become a Buddha naturally.

His idea was indeed good and correct, and it succeeded easily.

The leaves on the ancient branches trembled, as if they heard something different from the question just now, and murmured to themselves: "Oh~ So that's what you think. You just deliberately gave the words "Like the Buddha" to It's more serious, because I want you to give me a Buddha-like answer, right? "

After hearing what the ancient tree said, the weasel was so excited that his claws closed together more and more tightly. It even seemed as if the cassock on his body had become spiritual, as if he wanted to move automatically without wind.

On the side, Zhang Hao, who was hiding in the grass, frowned slightly, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was not a big deal. Even if the weasel became a Buddha, it would have nothing to do with him.

And even if the weasel wants to take revenge on himself in the end, he has already become a Buddha. Buddhas and gods are very strange existences and cannot harm people casually, and they both cut off the seven emotions and six desires.

Even if the weasel becomes a Buddha, he will forget the unpleasantness of today and go to the Western Paradise with peace of mind.

Therefore, no matter what, Zhang Hao does not have to worry about being retaliated against.

After thinking about this, he groped for the stubble emerging from underneath and silently watched the development in front of him.

At this time, Gu Shu spoke again.

"Little Weasel, are you sure you want me to tell you this answer?" Gushu said worriedly.

The weasel nodded up and down like a human: "Zhizhizhi~" (Do you think I look like a human or a Buddha!)

This last question was like urging Gu Shu to give an answer quickly.

The ancient tree sighed and said solemnly: "I think... you look like a Buddha."

The little weasel was almost overjoyed. His whole body was trembling slightly. His cunning and fierce eyes were full of hope at this moment. His sharp mouth reached behind his ears, and his pointed teeth looked friendly. a lot of.

However, the next moment.

He suddenly froze on the spot, the two eyeballs seemed to be protruding, and the corners of his grinned mouth froze.

After being stunned for a moment, He suddenly tore off the cassock he was wearing. With a fierce and ferocious expression, he frantically tore the already tattered cassock into pieces. Several rags.

Then, He no longer closed his hands, but touched around on his body until he touched a bead. Then, his eyes stared at the round bead, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, as if I hate that thing so much.

Then, He raised the bead high and threw it to the ground angrily, as if he had completely severed all ties with the bead.

At this time, the weasel landed on all fours, buried his head deeply into his chest, and lay on the ground. The hair all over his body exploded, and his whole body was trembling, as if he had been swept by some unknown force. Or suffered some huge changes.

After a while, it raised its head and looked around blankly, its expression completely different from before.

He might have looked like an enlightened monk before, but now, he looks more like an ordinary little weasel, the most common weasel in the mountains, completely opposite to before.

Just as it looked around for a long time, it suddenly jumped up and ran along the path without looking back at all.

Zhang Hao and the Mountain God Deer walked out of the grass and looked together in the direction where the weasel disappeared, with doubts on their faces.

"What's going on with the weasel? Is he leaving now?" Zhang Hao was a little confused.

The Mountain God Deer looked even more confused, not understanding the situation at all: "Huh?"

At this time, the ancient tree, which had never been moved, smiled: "This little weasel really brought it upon himself."

"It's your own fault?" Zhang Hao muttered, turned around and saluted the ancient tree: "I hope the old man can give me some advice."

The ancient branch swayed, and he said with a tone full of regret: "The little weasel's request for a title is nothing more than asking others to bear the cause and effect and karmic debt of becoming a god and a Buddha for him. His original intention is to harm others."


"But he should never ask Lao Cheng this question. Lao Cheng is the spirit in this mountain, a creature created by heaven and earth. He does not belong to the jurisdiction of this god and Buddha. Lao Cheng only follows his heart and has no responsibility for anything. Cause and effect, there is no cause and effect to bear.”

"The little weasel wants me to bear the karma and karmic debt for him. The final result can only be that he himself suffers the backlash of karma and karmic debt, which has cost him nearly a hundred years of practice."

"Alas, although I know that he has harmful intentions, how can it be an easy thing for a thing in the mountain to practice for a hundred years? What's more, after practicing for a hundred years, he only got one opportunity, and he wasted it like this, and he came here If you ask me, I can only say that all this is destined.”

"Master Zhanren, what do you think?"

When Zhang Hao heard this, he trembled and smiled awkwardly: "I think the old man is right."

(End of chapter)

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