Between the small bridge and flowing water, there are people in the distance.

The Guhan Temple in the deep mountains, the Buddhist sounds are noisy in the eastern suburbs.

The green and lush green are the sound of the flowing water beside the river, mixed with the sound of birds singing! The flowers and birds fall on the branches, and the thrushes are singing pleasantly.

In the middle of this landscape painting, facing the red sun in the east, the crisp sound of wooden fish hitting echoed in the mountains and forests to awaken a new dawn.

The old monk sat cross-legged by the river, narrowed his eyes and the wooden fish rod in his hand fell rhythmically. The breeze blew through and blew the clean and yellowed thin robe.

"Fish, haha, haha..." A young monk about eight years old by the river took off his clothes and jumped into the river with a smile. He looked curious and possessed the innocence of an ordinary child. He chased a big carp in the river and rushed over.

‘Plop’

The river water on the river bank was splashed by the little monk, and it hit the old monk's body, wet the old monk's clothes.

The sound of the wooden fish hitting stopped, and the old monk opened his eyes slightly! He looked at the little monk with infinite love and pampering, and laughed at the happy little monk, revealing his kindness and happiness.

"Little Fisher, please slow down, the river slides!" The old monk put away the wooden fish and put it in his bag and carried it, looking at the old monk's voice with worry.

"Master, the big fish is about to run away..." The little monk swung his body in the water, trying to catch the fish that was about to slip away in front of him. He seemed a little anxious.

"Amitabha..." The old monk proclaimed the Buddha's name and raised his palm slightly! The big carp that the little monk chased him jumped out of the water.

The little monk chasing the big carp's eyes lit up, and he swam even harder, shouting excitedly: "Master, Master, the big fish jumped up..."

The old monk smiled slightly, raised his palms again and slowly lowered them. The big carp chased by the little monk in the river was jumping towards the river bank.

The little monk chased after him, and reached the shallow water bank and stood up to pick up the big carp that pounced on the river bank! His tender hands grabbed the fish body and stood up: "Haha, Master has fish soup to drink."

"Amitabha! Good, good, little fisherman monks will not kill animals." The old monk smiled and walked to the little monk, touched the head of the monk and taught.

"Master, you are so boring! I smelled the fragrance of fish floating out of the folk yard at the foot of the mountain, and the little fisherman drooled." The little monk said with disappointment.

"Desire is a demon, and there is no desire to become a Buddha! All things have spirituality and sentient beings are equal. If you want to practice Buddha, you must abstain from destiny in order to embark on the path of a living Buddha.

The little fisherman is a desire for the mouth and stomach. If you eat it, you will be affected by cause and effect! If you want to practice Buddha, it will be difficult to get to the next level." The old monk taught.

Xiao Yuer scratched her head, and although she didn't understand, she sighed and released the big carp she grabbed in her hand! She said to the big carp: "Master said that if the monk does not kill, killing will become a demon! If you let you go, you will help me become a Buddha."

"Amitabha! Little fisherman, you must understand that the fish is in your hands, and the life and death of the fish is in your thoughts. It is also a saying that Master often says: "One thought becomes a Buddha, one thought becomes a demon." Practicing Buddha for good, one good, and one skill is to accumulate great merits for great Buddha.

Cultivating demons to be evil, and every thought, greed, greed, and greed, is evil, is the demon." The old monk continued to teach.

"Buddha cannot eat meat!" Xiaoyuer asked after putting the big carp, with ignorance and confusion on his tender face.

"No!" the old monk responded.

"Buddha cannot drink alcohol!" Xiaoyuer asked again.

"No!" the old monk responded.

"Can the monk get married?" Xiao Yu'er asked again.

"No!" the old monk replied again.

"Oh, what's the fun of being a Buddha?" Xiao Yuer complained in disappointment.

"Jiang Xiaoyu, Buddha can save all sentient beings, Buddha is the incarnation of justice! Buddha knows how to suffer, Buddha saves how to suffer." The old monk knocked on the head of the little fisherman and scolded him.

"Well, Buddha saved the world." Jiang Xiaoyu responded, rubbing his painful head, and he agreed with the master's statement. But he still looked confused. Not only where did this Buddha come from?

The old monk nodded and smiled, putting on Jiang Yuer's monk's robe! The little fisher carried a basket, which was filled with herbs.

"Master, are we going home?" Jiang Yuer looked at his master and said expectantly.

"The villagers at the foot of the mountain are sick, we have to go and rescue them! We can't go back yet." The old monk rubbed the little monk's head and responded with a smile.

"Oh, Master wants to save people! This is a great merit." Jiang Yuer nodded and said.

"Amitabha! The way of Buddha is the path of accumulation of good deeds, and practicing Buddha is also the Buddha in this world." The old monk said with compassion on his hands.

The old monk said, holding Jiang Xiaoyu's hand and walking down the mountain. Hundreds of birds yelled on the branches of the small bridge in the forest...

"Master! Buddha cannot eat meat."

"Amitabha!"

"Master! Buddha cannot drink wine."

"Amitabha!"

"Master! Buddha cannot get married."

"Amitabha……"

"Master! Eating vegetarian food is also killing animals."

"Good! Good..."

"Master, why are the fish in the water?"

"The fish was born in the water, without walking feet."

"Why can the snake be on the ground? It has no feet."

"Because snakes can slide on the ground, fish cannot."

"Why does that bird fly!?"

"The bird has wings!"

"How could the master fly without wings?"

"Because the master is a cultivator."

"The master said that those who practice Buddhism are called monks, those who practice Buddhism are called Taoists, and those who practice Buddhism are called Taoists, and what are the names of those who practice demons?"

"Demon!" The old monk stopped, looked up at the clear sky! He sighed deeply before saying, "A practitioner seeks immortality, and after breaking the void, he will reach a higher level world.

They are called immortals.

The monks at that time were called Buddha, and the Taoists at that time were called immortals.

When a demon reaches that level, he is also an immortal.

There are people in this world, ghosts, demons, demons, gods, immortals, and Buddhas.

There are Taoist priests under the immortals and Buddhas. Some Taoist priests have monsters, and some monks are also humans and some monsters.

Demons are also humans and some are demons. They are first Taoists and monks, and finally become demons.

Demon!? The teacher can’t explain clearly what the real demon is.”

"Master, do you mean that the Taoist priest who becomes a demon is called the Taoist priest, and the Buddha who becomes a demon is called the Demon Buddha?" Jiang Xiaoyu looked up at the old monk and asked with a face that he was asking.

The old monk was stunned and laughed! He bent down and touched Jiang Liuer's head and responded: "Well! The disciple is right. There are both demonic paths and demon Buddhas in this world.

After the demon practices to become a human, he also cultivates demons or practices Taoism! The demons are grass, trees, or birds and beasts.

There are differences and similarities! It is just a prey of the weak.

After a person dies, he becomes a ghost, and after a ghost becomes a human, he becomes an immortal or a demon, which is also called ghost immortal ghost demon.

What I am talking about is the demon that has been cultivated, and there is also the real demon born from the sea of ​​blood. Nirvana is born into the demon of all evil. That is the demon, and there are also the human, demon and demon born from heaven and earth that are born into immortals, born demons, and born demons…”

"Who is the strongest!" Jiang Xiaoyu asked again.

"Ghosts accompany life, people accompany nature, and those who defied the heavens have no distinction between strength and strength." The old monk responded. He grabbed Jiang Xiaoyu's hand and stood up to head towards the path at the foot of the mountain...
Chapter completed!