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As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, grasped the tachi in Sakurai's hand, and pressed the sharp tip against his heart.
Sakurai shook his head and tried to pull the knife away.
"But the old abbot didn't know where the strength came from. No matter how Sakurai pulled the sword in his hand, he couldn't pull it out.
He saw that the old abbot's palm had been cut open by a sharp blade. Blood flowed down the blade, drop by drop, as bright as the sun.
But the old abbot¡¯s face remained the same, with that smile of compassion for all living beings. At that moment, Sakurai stared at the old abbot's slightly closed eyes and suddenly understood what "compassion" meant.
"I won't go to hell!" The old abbot murmured, and then took a step forward with determination.
Sakurai watched helplessly as the sword in his hand pierced into the heart of the old abbot.
The old abbot¡¯s somewhat worn cassock was slowly stained red with blood. Sakurai was stunned on the spot.
Although he has killed people, it was only on the battlefield. When he fired, he was supported by his firm belief that he was fighting for his country.
But at this moment, the sword in his hand was stained with blood. But Sakurai didn't know why the blood was flowing out in vain.
The faith in his heart collapsed. The country he once loved, the country that raised him, turned into a man-eating beast at this moment, turning all those who stood in his way into minced meat under the sharp teeth. Then swallow the whole thing into your stomach.
Having been stabbed into the heart by the sword, the old abbot murmured, but no sound came out. The sword that pierced his heart seemed to drain all the strength from his body in an instant.
"Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra" says, "If hell is not empty, you will never become a Buddha. Only when all sentient beings are saved can you realize Bodhi."
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said: "If I don't go to hell, who will?"
When the abbot fell down, there was a compassionate smile on his lips. Sakurai collapsed on the ground. Behind him was Ichiro Sakurai, who was making fun of Sakurai's cowardice and fear.
Blood flowed on the stone slabs, reflecting the burning hall behind the abbot.
Ichiro Sakurai walked over, picked up the sword Sakurai threw on the ground, then turned the abbot's body open, and said coldly: "I want to see if you have a Buddha in your heart?"
With that said, he took off the abbot's clothes with a ferocious look and tried to take out his heart.
Looking at the extremely bloody scene, Sakurai began to lie on the ground and vomited.
At that moment, he felt disgusted as never before, not only because of the cruelty of his brother Sakurai Ichiro, but also because of the disgusting war launched by the country he was loyal to.
He suddenly realized that if this war continues. Similar incidents, even more cruel and violent things, will continue to happen.
At this time, Sakurai suddenly remembered some of the video materials about the Nanjing Massacre that Xia Yang showed him in the hotel.
By this time, Ichiro Sakurai had already taken out the abbot¡¯s heart.
He raised the blood-stained heart high and roared: "See? There is only a heart that has stopped beating. Where is the Buddha? Sakurai, what do you think?"
At this moment, a loud noise came out. The blazing majestic palace collapsed because the weighing beams were burned off!
Sakurai Ichiro was also frightened and trembled, and the heart in his hand fell to the ground.
The fire began to spread rapidly. Sakurai Ichiro did not dare to stay here any longer. After saying hello, he pulled Sakurai, who was still stunned, and walked towards the outside of the temple.
When being dragged to the temple gate, Sakurai could clearly see that under the blazing fire, the few novice monks who were originally terrified were sitting cross-legged around the old abbot's body.
They had no intention of escaping, even though the old abbot had saved their names.
Vaguely, Sakurai seemed to hear the young novice monks reciting complicated and difficult-to-understand scriptures.
¡°Contemplate freedom without fear, walk deep into the Prajnaparamita for a long time, and see that the five aggregates are all empty, and you can survive all hardships!
The color of relics is not different from emptiness, and emptiness is not different from color.
Form is emptiness, emptiness is form.
Want to know that line, same is the case.
The relics are the empty appearance of all dharmas.
Neither birth nor destruction, neither dirt nor purity, neither increase nor decrease.?¡¤¡¤¡¤¡¤¡±
He had been looking at the burning temple and remained silent for a long time.
His brother Sakurai Ichiro walked up to him, then handed his sword into his hand and said: "Sakurai! Like a man, hold your saber."
Sakurai glanced at his brother Ichiro Sakurai, then took the sword, turned around and threw it away. He walked down the mountain without looking back.
Sakurai Ichiro looked at Sakurai's stubborn back, smiled helplessly and shook his head, then said to the soldier next to him: "Continue the search!"
Afterwards, they continued to search in this mountain range as if nothing happened.
Chen Shiliang poked his head out of the cave. The heavy snow falling outside did not make the solemn expression on his face relax at all.
Because of the heavy snowfall, although it will be very difficult for the Japanese army to supply supplies, they may not even be able to continue such a high-intensity encirclement and suppression campaign. But similarly, it will be difficult for Xia Yang and his reinforcements to enter this area.
By then, their fate is likely to freeze to death or starve to death here. Instead of dying under the gunfire of the Japs, Chen Shiliang felt that dying like that would be even more useless.
He tightened his clothes. The cooling brought by the cold current made the clothes on their bodies look even thinner.
Chen Shiliang¡¯s troops were not without clothing for the winter. But those clothes are all stored in a very hidden cave.
But unfortunately, the cave was burned down by the little devil¡¯s search team more than half a month ago.
Originally, they could go to the villages near Mount Wutai to buy some clothes for ordinary people. But those villages that had contact with them were all slaughtered by the Japanese. In order to save their lives, the villagers of the remaining villages did not dare to lend them anything anymore.
Chen Shiliang doesn¡¯t blame these villagers, they just want to save their lives. If they don't give it to them, Chen Shiliang can't lead his men to rob it. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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