I Was Reborn and Became a Saint

Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain. In the temple there was an old monk and a young monk. One day, the old monk said to the young monk: "There is not much food in the temple. You can go down the mountain and turn some rice back." The little monk nodded, picked up the bag and went down the mountain, and never came back. The old monk waited alone in the temple for a year. Finally he couldn't hold it any longer, so he put a lock on the temple door and went down the mountain to find the young monk. The old monk climbed over the mountain and came to a vast desert stretching in front of him. He chanted "Amitabha" and did not dare to go forward. At this time, a caravan came by. Knowing that the old monk was going to cross the desert, he generously allowed him to join the caravan and took him across the desert. The old monk was extremely grateful and thanked the owner of the caravan repeatedly. The owner of the caravan waved his hand to him and said, "You're welcome. Bandits are rampant in the desert. I don't know if we can cross safely. I heard that some thieves still believe in Buddhism and will take you to try their luck." The old monk followed the caravan into the desert. The food brought by the caravan was all dried meat and strong liquor. The old monk kept his posture upright, abstaining from alcohol or eating any meat. He only ate the water and dry food he brought with him. Everyone in the caravan said that he was a virtuous monk. When they were halfway through the eight hundred miles of yellow sand, the caravan was captured by thieves, and everyone in the caravan lay dead on the spot. When the old monk opened his eyes, he saw the shining tip of the knife. He shouted. The man holding the knife was stunned and called: "Master." The old monk is not dead. He is very lucky. The young monk he is looking for is among the thieves. He has become the leader and married a wife. When the old monk saw the young monk drinking and killing people, he couldn't help but burst into tears and said, "You are a Buddhist, how can you be so vicious? How can you indulge in greed like this?" The young monk replied: "Buddha is neither cruel nor evil, so why do you want the world to respect him and fear him? Buddha has no greed and desire, so why does he want to accept incense from the world?" The old monk was speechless. The old monk was speechless and stopped blaming him harshly. The young monk continued: "Master, in the past year, I have been away from the mountain and have not returned. I have experienced all kinds of things and tribulations. When I first came down from the mountain, I didn't know the depth of the desert, so I entered it alone. I collapsed from dehydration in less than two days. The person who rescued me was a woman. I didn't know at the time that she was the daughter of a thief. Later I saw her holding a sharp knife, killing people and stealing goods, and I was shocked. I tried my best to persuade her not to do evil things, but she said, these eight hundred miles of yellow sand cannot feed so many people. Some people want to survive, and some people have to die. Would you rather be the one who survives, or the one who dies? It's just that he never kills anyone. I watched them kill group after group of caravans, and I was attacked by groups of thieves. I just enjoy dry food and water with peace of mind, and do not eat dried meat or strong wine, thinking that I am maintaining my integrity. But one day she said to me: 'Do you think that just drinking water and eating only solid food makes you superior to us? Did you know that clean water is snatched from the mouths of dying people, and dry food is taken from the packages of struggling merchants? ' At that moment I was blushing. Later, I ate meat, drank wine, and killed people with a knife. Later, I even broke the precept and married her. After the death of the old leader, I was elected as the leader by the thieves, and killing and stealing became commonplace. " The old monk sighed after hearing this and advised the young monk to go back with him. The young monk shook his head and said, "I can't go back, Master. Besides, the land behind the temple can only keep us two from starving to death. If I don't go back, you can eat alone. If I go back, we can only starve together." The old monk said that if people who follow Buddhism have less materialistic desires, there will be no big problem. The young monk shook his head and said: "The ** is a very scary thing. I heard that there is a famous dish in the southeast. The fragrance floats ten miles away, making everyone salivate after hearing it. The Buddha couldn't bear the temptation and wanted to jump out of the wall, so it is called 'Buddha Jumps over the Wall'. You see, the Buddha also broke the precepts, let alone me?" The old monk said: "That is just a dish name after all. How does it mean that Buddha will really jump out of the wall? I will wait until the day you are willing to return to the mountain." So, the old monk followed the young monk all the time. He watched the young monk leading the thieves to attack the caravan. He stood in the distance and said nothing, only waiting for everyone to die and then went over to bury the bodies. At first the thieves laughed at him, but he treated them calmly and never refuted. Later, the thieves began to respect him and called him master like a young monk. They helped him bury his corpse and learned the scriptures about salvation. No matter how powerful the thieves are, they cannot roam the desert forever. After they robbed and killed a rich caravan, they were targeted by others, and several groups of thieves joined forces to kill them. They panicked and fled all the way. When they finally escaped into a grotto, only four people were left, including the young monk and the old monk. Just when they had no way out and were desperate, the grotto collapsed, blocking out the pursuers. They let out a long sigh, but soon discovered that they would face an even greater desperate situation: in this cave that they could not get out of, there was only enough food for one person to eat for a few days. After knowing this, the old monk meditated facing the broken Buddha statue in the grotto without saying a word. The remaining three people knew that he was going to fast. The three people looked at the little dry food left, swallowed, and divided the dry food into three portions, one for each person, and no portion for the old monk. After the first day, the three hungry people devoured half of the food they had. No one touched the remaining half. They stared at each other's food like hungry wolves. The next day, they started fighting. The old monk sat in front of the Buddha, with muddy tears rolling out of the corners of his eyes. On the third day, the other two people died, and only the young monk was left. His eyes were red, clenched his fists, and walked step by step towards the old monk in front of the Buddha, and stretched out his hand... The old monk was horrified, and without thinking, he stabbed out with the dagger hidden in his body for self-defense. The little monk opened his eyes wide and slowly opened his outstretched hand - the last piece of dry food lay on his palm. Two days later, a passing caravan rescued the old monk from the collapsed grotto. By then he was already dying. The old monk followed the caravan out of the desert and returned to the temple. A few days later, he hanged himself from a beam in the temple. Before putting his neck into the noose, he kept thinking about what the little monk said before he died. He said: "Master, Buddha... Buddha jumped over the wall..."

As a world dominated by literary cultivation, people rely on talent and literary quality. As a result, after a few chapters, the supporting characters are all short-sighted villains. He even used bad words at every turn, every word was a piece of trash. Persuade to quit

After reading so many new books, the quality is getting worse and worse, and I came across this new work! Spiraling to the sky, really good! Poetry, Songs and Fu Gude

I like this book mainly because it contains many ancient poems and songs. Let me recall my childhood.

Come once a day, I can't help it, who told you to disgust me. 😊😊😊😊😊😊

The ratings of all the poems in this book do not represent the author's personal stance and ideas. In the author's heart, all the poems written by the protagonist are irreplaceable classics. However, this is a novel. For the sake of plot development, please do not take it seriously. Please forgive me. In order to write this book, the author prepared more than a hundred poetry collections at home and spent a long time to get textbooks from first grade to college. He checked and read them every day. High school and college textbooks appear sequentially, and there is no one who is better than the other. Just like Tencent's King of Glory adds ancients such as Li Bai, Xiang Yu, and Mozi, it is also with the utmost respect and does not mean any derogation. In addition, if you have good poems you have written, you can also post them here. The author Jun Guang will collect them and will write them into the book. Thank you for your support and bow!

I discovered this book during the winter vacation. It was very interesting in the early stages. I waited for the update when I had nothing to do in my hometown. After I came back, I played games every day and didn't read many novels. I had probably saved hundreds of chapters that I hadn't read. I clicked in to read it on a whim, and the result really left me speechless. , It's still that old-fashioned and embarrassing method of picking up girls. Every time the protagonist walks on the street, he always encounters a girl who was molested before. Then when the protagonist saves the beauty, there are always some stars who ridicule, despise and look down on him. I was so embarrassed that I exploded on the spot...

Why is this book on the recommendation list and has such high ratings and monthly votes? I flipped through it and saw, he reviewed it too fast.

Make all supporting characters have negative IQs and beat them to death. . . The setting is that good poems, lyrics, and songs can make you stronger. Otherwise, you can just use the Four Books and Five Classics to fly to the sky. The routine is to be looked down on constantly, and then be slapped in the face by pretending to be awesome. Why. Nothing new. If you want to read it, I suggest you first adjust your IQ to that of a three-year-old child, otherwise I'm afraid it will poison you to death. . .

I feel that this division of realms is too arbitrary. It's very annoying that the main character always has a supporting role to look for trouble in whatever he does. [Emot=default,11/] And even if there is a supporting role, the supporting role still has problems with his brain, and it feels too watery. He pretends to be cool and gets slapped in the face too much. He keeps pretending to be cool and slaps him in the face. If he is not pretending to be cool, he is getting slapped in the face. I'm tired of watching it. It's boring, so the subject matter is newer, the writing is too bad, and the protagonist's IQ, Emotional Quotient Not at all. The supporting characters in it are all hypocritical, nonsense, and rubbish. They tricked me into reading and I don't want to give it a single star.