Master Jiaye has already said this, and the ability of the unintentional monk is really good, Zhang Sui sighed slightly for a while and agreed.

Seeing Zhang Sui's promise, Master Jiaye seemed a little happy, and said: "Although the poor monk has never been to Nanzhiyuan, the poor monk has admired it for a long time. You can even see a mirage on the sea, and sometimes you can meet the sharks of the sea clan, and even the dragon soaring. ”

Zhang Sui smiled dumbly and said, "If we really encounter these, it is estimated that we will be finished." ”

Master Gaye smiled: "Chaowen Dao, it is okay to die at night." In the same way, if you can see the dragon turn into a dragon, even a poor monk is willing. ”

"Since this is the case, Master Gaya can also go with him. To be honest, I wasn't that optimistic about this trip, and my wife once said that the First Martial God had encountered a lot of difficulties when she went. I am a martial king cultivator, and a person is indeed a little afraid. Zhang Sui said.

Master Jiaye shook his head and said, "I have no intention of hating the poor monk like an enemy, if the poor monk goes, even if he is bound by the spirit paper, he will not go, he is such a stubborn person." ”

Zhang Sui was surprised: "Aren't you brothers?" Why does he hate you so much? Also, isn't Master Kasaba a monk? I look at the people in this vicinity, and they have a lot of praise for Master Kaya, why didn't Master Kaye let go of the red dust? Forget brotherhood? ”

Master Jiaye glanced at Zhang Sui helplessly, and said, "The donor has praised it falsely, where is it so easy to be ruthless and unrighteous?" Moreover, the Buddha said that he is also a member of all sentient beings, so how can the poor monks let go? ”

Zhang Sui nodded.

"As for the unintentional hatred, if the donor wants to hear it, the poor monk can talk about it, and it will also help the donor to help him resolve the resentment in his heart." Master Jiaye said, and made a gesture of invitation to Zhang Sui and said, "Let's go to Qingjue Temple while talking in detail." ”

"The poor monk is a Chu person, four years and two months older than Wuxin, although the original family is not rich, but they are also plain and happy. I don't know if the donor has ever been to the border between Qin and Chu, where the people's livelihood is withering and the people are displaced. ”

Seeing Zhang Sui nodding, Master Jiaye said again: "When the first king was alive, in fact, Qin and Chu were harmonious, and the frontier was peaceful. Since the second prince ascended to the throne, Qin and Chu have been in constant friction. Wars broke out from time to time, and the peaceful life was completely interrupted, and that year, Wuxin was only five years old, and the poor monk was ten years old. ”

"Due to the continuous war, our trade with the Chu State has almost been cut off, especially in order to prevent spies from entering the Chu State, it is strictly forbidden for anyone to come and go to the Qin-Chu border."

"Over time, the people on the border of our Chu State were unable to obtain material supplies, and the supplies transported by the imperial court were extremely expensive, and the lives of the people were suddenly in dire straits."

When Wuxin was five years old, the father of the poor monk was arrested and never returned. The mother supported the family independently, and her life was extremely miserable. However, the poor monk had no skills at that time, and he couldn't help his mother much, so he cut and sewed the imperial court to recruit ministers, and the age limit was between four and eight years old, and each person was ten taels of silver, which was a huge amount of money for any family on the border at that time to get out of the sea of suffering. ”

After Master Jiaye finished speaking, he was silent for a long time before he continued: "There is no news from my father, and my mother was also desperate at that time, and when I encountered such a 'good thing', my mother, like other villagers, gave my unintentionality to the officials who came to recruit the ministers, and then prepared to leave this sad land with the poor monk and go to the hinterland of Chu to start a new life. ”

"The poor monk still remembers the heartless crying at that time——"

Master Jiaye smiled bitterly for a long time before looking at Zhang Sui and said: "Mother endured her grief and pulled the poor monk away, but the hinterland of Chu and the border land are very different, where there are constant singing and dancing, a peaceful color, and the materials are even more expensive, ten taels of silver may be the cost of a few years in the border land, and there, it will be maintained for a year." ”

A year later, my mother was seriously ill and had a lot of worries on her mind. When he was dying, he left with an unintentional nickname. The poor monk once promised his mother that if he found Wuxin in this life, no matter how resentful he was, he would pay off this debt for his mother and the poor monk himself. ”

"At the age of thirteen, the relationship between Qin and Chu eased, and the poor monk met his master, the presiding master of Qingjue Temple in the Chu State. Master Cixin felt that the poor monk could bear hardships and stand hard work, and his heart was acceptable, so he bought the poor monk from the shopkeeper at that time for five taels of silver. ”

"Perhaps it is fate in the dark, the master took the poor monk to Wang Duying, and met Wuxin who was driven out of the palace. At that time, Wuxin's state was quite miserable, and he was on the verge of life and death, but the master took pity on him and took him back. ”

For the next three years, the poor monk tried his best to make up for his insincerity, but he still could not awaken the pain in his heart. On weekdays, he is silent, and he ignores the poor monks, even if he sees the master, in addition to learning the exercises, the others are also ignored. ”

"Until five years ago, the master died of illness, and before his death, Qingjue Temple was passed on to the poor monks."

"The so-called dying of man is also good in his words."

"The master called a group of disciples to the bed, and suddenly ordered the other brothers to tie up Wuxin and kill them immediately."

Zhang Sui looked at Monk Jiaye with a shocked face and said, "Why is this?" Did the unintentional monk commit an accident at that time? ”

Monk Jiaye shook his head and said, "No, the master is proficient in divination, and before he died, he calculated a hexagram and had to sign it." ”

"The content of the sign is that my Qingjue Temple will be destroyed by a crippled person in the end."

Master Gaya looked at Zhang Sui sadly.

Zhang Sui suddenly became disabled, isn't that just an unintentional monk? Because the monk went to the court of Chu to serve as a minister.

Thinking about the hexagram that Master Jiaye made for Yu Wenying, Zhang Sui sighed secretly in his heart.

Master Jia Ye continued: "The brothers and sisters will be unintentionally tied, and they will wait for the master to fall, but after all, they will not wait, and the master will pass away. Everyone looked at the poor monk and waited for the poor monk's decision. ”

Master Jiaye smiled bitterly: "Donor, Wuxin is the younger brother of the poor monk after all, and the poor monk still does not dare to forget his mother's last wish before she died. Now let the poor monk open his mouth and kill him, how can the poor monk do it? ”

"And since then, Wuxin has changed from a silent personality to an extremely bloody and violent nature, in the final analysis, this sin, the poor monk is to blame."

"Donor, the poor monk has nothing to ask for, only hope that this way, if you don't do what you do unintentionally to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors, heaven and earth will not allow it, even if you abolish him, but please leave him alive."

"At that time, if the donor thinks that he is a waste, he can send him back to Qingjue Temple, and the poor monk is willing to accept him and protect him until the poor monk runs out of oil and lamps."

Master Gaya looked at Zhang Sui expectantly.

Zhang Sui looked at Master Jiaye, sighed, and said, "Don't worry, if you really encounter such a situation, I won't be soft." I will also remember the brotherly love of Master Jiaye, and when the time comes, I will at most abolish his cultivation, and I will not let him become a complete waste. ”

Master Jiaye's eyebrows were full of joy, his hands were folded, and he bent down and saluted: "When the poor monk first saw the benefactor, he felt that the benefactor was a good-faced person, and sure enough. Donor, if there is something in the future, you can send a letter, no matter what important things the poor monks have, they will rush to help! ”

Zhang Sui smiled: "Then I'm here to accept your love now." ”

As soon as Zhang Sui finished speaking, he saw a little monk wearing a hundred clothes in the distance hurriedly running over and said, "Master, it's not good, I have no intention of causing trouble again!" He killed the son of the Sunset Lord! Now, the Sunset City Lord has led an army of 5,000 to surround our Qingjue Temple! The lord of Sunset City sent the poor monk to tell him and asked the head to hand over his unintention, otherwise, he will set foot in our Qingjue Temple today! ”