I held the keel and ran, trying to find a good and "clean" place to bury this Elaine's only "relic".

The mage stopped me, but there was nothing I could do. It was said that my eyes were terrifyingly scarlet. The chipmunk, Blue, was trembling in fear and was unwilling to follow me.

I was "caught" by him.

But he was not killed.

He told me not to move.

I asked the mage why he killed Elaine so cruelly. I didn't know that I was angry.

He didn't answer me, he just put the charm on my forehead and started chanting.

The golden scepter seemed to be shining with golden light without any accident, and Sanskrit words were swirling around his body. The gauze of his bamboo hat was blown by the wind, and his face was not very mature, but rather showed a handsomeness that had gone through vicissitudes of life. This kind of

His handsomeness does not match those eyes. If his eyes were intact, I have every reason to believe that his eyes would also be very beautiful.

As he recited the mantra, the resentment on the keel slowly left my body, and I slowly returned to my original state.

So,

The weak me.

Changed back.

He immediately stopped the spell because I was afraid of that spell. If I wasn't careful, I would be wiped out by his powerful spell. He seemed to know. So, he saved my little demon at that moment.

Life.

I don't know why, but my image of him being furious and cold piercing Elaine's heart was deviated.

"I can't help it." He started to speak.

It's like answering the question I just asked.

No way?

What's the answer? How could he not be able to do anything about his power? Why is there no way? As long as he puts down his "butcher's knife", wouldn't it be fine?

Although I don’t know much about Buddhism, isn’t it the case that Buddhas don’t kill living beings? Why is there nothing we can do?

"It would be better if she waited for me." The mage put the dragon bone in place, pressed it down with a golden magic circle, and began to slowly dig out the soil.

It's really strange that a person with such powerful magic power has to use his hands to dig soil.

"Little monster, come help." His voice was very soft, he took off his bamboo hat and rolled up his sleeves. His cassock was dragging on the ground, so he took it off and placed it on the ground.

"Okay..." The charm on my head has not been taken off. When it comes to digging soil, I am the best. After all, my hands are not afraid of pain at all. This kind of thing will grow out as long as you exert some force.

Things have no value at all.

He called me a little monster.

But I don't know how to call him.

I can't call him a monk, I can only call him a mage. If possible, adding "adult" in front of the title will make it even more obvious that I don't dare to make mistakes.

The soil was turned up by my newly grown hands. I am better than a woodchuck. No matter how deep it is, I can dig out. On this originally plain hill, the soil is too soft.

Yes, I can dig as deep as I want.

He and I didn't have many topics to talk about, and he wouldn't watch me dig the hole. He would just lift the soil away in silence.

I think when he put the soil on the other side and lifted the soil, he felt some inexplicable piety. I couldn't tell whether he was really blind or fake.

"When she killed the first person, I could no longer plead for her." He said something out of nowhere, as if he was confiding something.

There are only two of us here.

Of course he was talking to me.

"Really..." I paused for a while. I really don't think I heard what he said clearly... because the underground is too far away from the surface.

You plead for her...

I do not understand.

I dug faster than before.

"She wanted to die..." His voice reached underground, and this time I heard it for real. I had no choice but to continue digging.

"Why?" I looked up, and the dappled sunlight shone into the woods and into the small hole that could accommodate my body. I could only see a round light cake. I thought I was hungry.

"Because of love..." His voice was still very soft, echoing in the entrance of the cave.

I was stunned by this love.

like……

She doesn't want to live,

Just because of love.

The word love is not unfamiliar to me. Qiu and that human woman can also be said to be in love.

human love.

Such selfishness makes it impossible for Qiu, who belongs to everyone, to come back.

"Little monster!" He called me loudly and threw a round thing from the hole.

I got my wish and ate biscuits. Those scallion pancakes should be his rations.

"Thank you..." I didn't say the other word, but slowly sat down. I didn't even think about him burying me, because I already knew he wouldn't be such a person.

I sat in the deep hole I dug and looked at the traces of soil. There were paw prints where my hands had dug. I followed the paw prints and saw that the hole was already very deep.

The smell of scallion pancakes is very fragrant, and the aroma is permeating the air. It even starts to float slowly in the hole. Human rations are not that much to my appetite, but under such circumstances, this scallion pancakes really make me feel

It has a delicious sweetness.

"I do not know what to do."

He repeated this sentence again.

I can generally understand his helplessness.

"Because of love?" I said half-jokingly: "Buddha also has love?"

Isn’t love something of the secular world? I heard Grandma Chun say that Buddhism emphasizes separation from the secular world, and this is their sea of ​​suffering.

"Buddha's love is great love..." He seemed to start holding the soil again. I stood up and put the uneaten scallion pancakes into my clothes.

That's only half of it.

"Little monster...do you hate me?"

I heard him sigh softly.

"Don't hate."

My voice echoed in the cave, he must have heard it clearly.

"I know her... but we don't know each other..." I continued: "Elaine and Qiu played very well, but it's not me... I'm just a little monster who can't get into the eyes of the dragon. Her death also

Just dead..." I discarded the rotten arms and grew a new pair. There are already many pairs here. When they rot, they will become soil. From the moment they leave my body, they are destined to be dead.

It's probably dirt.

"So that's it." His somewhat relieved voice came from above. In fact, I was wondering why he cared so much about her death. In my opinion, Elaine did something wrong. If she slaughtered the whole village, then she

For humans, nature is a sin that cannot be washed away, even if the dragon does not care about it.

I found that I could understand a little bit of the Master Mage's helplessness. If the human Mage had not stopped Elaine, his Buddha would have ended up in a sea of ​​misery.

He said that his Buddhist connections are shallow, which I think may be true.

Even if he wanted to forgive Elaine, the villagers would not agree. I think it was not that he did not have the courage to look back, but that he was just a little confused.

If the Buddha cannot help him solve the confusion of the conflict between two species, then whether it is a demon, a human, or a giant dragon, they are just ordinary living beings excluded from the relationship with the Buddha.

The only thing that makes me regret is that I can't think for him, I can't think clearly about this matter for him.

I think, his eyes are not bright yet. Even though everything has been seen by him, the blinded world is still in his heart.

I dug very deep until I looked up and saw that there was only a little hole left in the round cake.

I quickly climbed up along the small steps I left, and I saw him throwing down the golden dragon bone. It seemed that he had done more things while he was up there.

The keel fell into the soil, as if it had fallen into an abyss, and dark soil was sprinkled on it like sand.

I watched him hold up a small handful with both hands and slowly bury it. I had only heard of such things in Granny Chun’s stories. He nodded so piously and scattered the soil in the cave, as if he was spreading the soil on himself.

Buried in confusion.

I followed his example and held up the mound of soil with both hands. I also closed my eyes and nodded.

I think Elaine will always be my acquaintance, so that’s it, I’ll say goodbye to her slowly.

When the last handful of soil was covered, he picked up the golden scepter and stood it on that spot with the golden pillar base of the scepter. The soil slowly closed, and the ground was suddenly intact. The word "*" on it looked like.

Nailed into the ground.

Naturally I was a little surprised.
To be continued...