His eyebrows were gray, and his robe was as shabby as a hut, but it was clean, and it was evident that he had taken care of it, and not a drop of dirt had been stained.

Hearing the shout, the old monk slowly straightened his waist, twisted his body, raised his head, and his cloudy gaze met Li Futu's eyes.

Master Xuanwei, the host of Qixia Temple, gave a salute to the old monk, and then retreated silently.

"Lord Li Shi came with a big drive, and he missed the distance, and he also looked at Haihan. ”

The old monk apologized, like Xuanwei, he and Li Futu clearly met for the first time, but they seemed to be very familiar.

And, the tone is very humble.

"Master Longkong's words are serious, you are known as the living Buddha, you are highly respected, how dare the younger generation ask you to greet you?"

Li Futu stood in place, looking at the old monk with kind eyebrows, his eyes were not distempered, there was no joy or sorrow.

Gong Zhengyu said that he should come here to have a look, but he just asked him to come here to have a look.

After all, this is where the mother used to live.

"Master Li, please sit inside. ”

The old monk stretched out his hand towards the hut.

"No need, the juniors just came to see the master, so they won't bother much. ”

Li Futu remained motionless.

"The master is old, like this kind of farming, or fake others, don't be too tired, I hope the master can take care of his body and live a long and eternal life. ”

The events of the year have passed, although Gong Zhengyu's tone is still full of resentment, but Li Futu believes that Gong Zhengyu is also very clear in his heart that his mother's death is really not to blame on the old man in front of him.

In life, at least we must be clear about grievances and grievances.

"Thank you, Lord Li. ”

A smile appeared on the old monk's face and he gave Li Futu a salute.

Li Futu stared at him for a moment, then nodded, and then turned to leave.

"Master Li, please wait a moment. ”

The old monk stopped him.

Li Futu turned his head, his eyes narrowed in vain, and then he quickly stretched out his hand and firmly held something like a stone that broke through the air in his palm.

"When we meet for the first time, a little courtesy is not a respect. ”

With the old voice, Li Futu raised his hand and slowly spread his palm.

Something like a stone lay quietly in his palm, exuding a faint warmth, and seemed to be beating faintly, like a tiny heart.

"It's ...... Relics?!"

"Master Li Shi's knowledge is really profound. ”

The old monk nodded and smiled, as if what was thrown out was just an insignificant small stone, and his tone was light and light.

"That's right, this is the relic. ”

Relic, the monk passed away, can not be found, very rare, each one, can be said to be the treasure of Buddhism!

"It's too expensive for me to accept. ”

Although the relics do not look as mysterious as rumored, and there is no grand scene in the martial arts that is full of sunshine as soon as it is born, such a small thing is too symbolic for Buddhism.

"Master Li's words are wrong, the relics are precious, but if you hand them over to Master Li, no one will be blameless. ”

Li Futu frowned slightly, puzzled.

The old monk glanced at the relics lying in his palm and said with a smile: "Because it was originally yours." ”

Under Li Futu's puzzled gaze, the old monk looked at him with a look of reminiscence, and slowly spoke: "Back then, when your mother went down the mountain, I planned to give her this relic, but she didn't ask for it, saying that she would come back to pick it up next time she went up the mountain, and let me keep it on my behalf, but this safekeeping, I didn't expect it to be more than ten years." ”

The old monk's gaze moved downward, and fell on the bright red relic again.

"Now, it's time to return the goods to their original owners. ”

Li Futu was silent for a while, his five fingers gradually clenched, and he finally held the relic in his hand.

"Thank you Master for nurturing my mother back then. ”

The old monk shook his head and smiled.

"Your mother is related to my Buddha, and the poor monk just did what he had to do. ”

"Master, the junior will take his leave first. ”

The old monk clasped his hands together, lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, "The poor monk will not be far away." ”

"The master stayed. ”

Li Futu nodded, and finally glanced at the old monk who had cultivated his mother and Gong Zhengyu back then, and immediately turned around.

The old monk clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and did not raise his head again until Li Futu's back disappeared.

"Uncle Shi, did you really give him the relics?"

Master Xuanwei, the presiding officer of Qixia Temple, did not know when he appeared by the old monk's side.

"The host won't blame the poor monk, right?"

The old monk slowly raised his head and asked softly,

"Of course not, no matter what Uncle Shi makes, Xuanwei will definitely support it. ”

Xuanwei immediately expressed his position, but as he spoke, he paused.

"The host has something to say, but it doesn't hurt to say it. ”

The old monk saw Xuanwei's desire to speak and stopped.

"Uncle Shi, although he is a child of Qingsi, but no matter what, he is now the Emperor of Yama of the underworld after all, and he is the leader of a group of evil spirits, and there is countless blood on his hands, if you hand over the relics to him, will it be considered a ......?"

After a pause, Xuanwei still spoke, and finished speaking: "...... Aiding and abetting?"

The old monk looked at the round arch.

"Presiding, what is good and what is evil?"

Xuanwei was silent for a moment and responded: "What is in the interests of the majority of the public is good, and what is in line with the interests of a very small number of people is evil. ”

The old monk turned his head and asked with a smile: "Does the host think that our Buddhists represent the interests of the majority of the public, or do we represent the interests of a very small number of people?"

Xuanwei clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha." ”

"The way of heaven, the path of asura, the way of the world, the way of animals, the way of hungry ghosts, and the way of hell are all in reincarnation, and the bodhisattva lowers his eyebrows, so the six paths of compassion, the angry eyes of Vajra, also subdue the four demons, the Buddha not only sits in the sky, never forget, in hell, there are also gods. ”

"In the red dust, everyone will be clothed in a coat, in the eyes of different people, will show different colors, just like the robe on our body, in the eyes of believers, it is bright and sacred, but what if it falls in the eyes of Taoist immortals? It is just a cluster of flowers, grandstanding. ”

"Thank you Uncle for your teachings, Xuanwei has been taught. ”

Xuanwei faced the old monk and gave a deep salute.

"In the dark, there is a certainty, what happened back then, if I didn't allow Qingsi to go down the mountain, then nothing would have happened. Therefore, it is not appropriate to help the abuse, and I have to bear at least half of the responsibility for this child's bloody hands. ”

"Uncle Shi, don't say that, the will of heaven cannot be violated. ”

"Yes, providence cannot be violated. ”

The old monk sighed softly.

"That relic, originally a green silk thing, I should give it to her child, if this child really loses his heart in the future, the host can rest assured, I will be responsible for the end and do the right thing for heaven. ”

"Uncle Shi is serious.

Xuanwei said.

He couldn't see that Uncle Shi had made up for the debt he owed to his disciple back then.

The lord of the underworld, the emperor of the world, coupled with the help of the relics, over time, how far will his strength climb?

It's impossible to speculate.

I hope Uncle Shi didn't look away, otherwise Buddhism might really cultivate a terrible demon.

Xuanwei slowly closed his eyes.

"Amitabha. ”

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