The sixth floor of the pagoda is not as dim and narrow as Xie Xiaolou imagined, but because it is close to the top floor, the terrain is higher, and the lighting is excellent, and the light in the daytime can shine in from the surrounding windows without sparing any effort. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Therefore, as soon as Xie Xiaolou walked through the iron gate with Bujie, he saw the owner of the sixth floor.

"Master, is that you?" As soon as Xie Xiaolou saw the mottled old face, he was not sure, and then he glanced at a string of cyan Buddha beads in the man's hand, which made him shocked.

It was the old monk who suddenly appeared when he was besieged by blood corpses in the warehouse of Fengxiang Company that day, and saved him from fire and water, not evil!

Bujie turned sideways slightly, and wondered: "The donor knows him?" ”

Xie Xiaolou looked at the tower, although the space was not large, but it was clean, a simple table and some Buddhist props were placed just right, which not only gave the tower a quaint atmosphere but also did not seem redundant.

"That's right, I know," Xie Xiaolou was in a somewhat complicated mood and paused, "The master once saved my life." ”

Listening to him say this, the puzzle on his face became even worse, and his "Mi" character would never be wrong, but the scene in front of him made him have to doubt.

He originally thought that there would be an extremely dangerous demon behind the Iron Gate, but if he hadn't cultivated the Heart Sutra, he would have thought that the person in front of him was a high-ranking monk who was hidden in the city.

There were no seats in the tower, only three straw futons were placed on the ground, and Buxie was wearing a navy blue Tang costume, so he sat on one of them indifferently.

"Little brother, you're here too." The unevil smiled kindly.

"Master, what's going on, he said you're..." Xie Xiaolou looked innocent, and he really didn't know who to believe.

Hearing Xie Xiaolou say this, Bu Xian's eyes fell on Bujie.

"The old man has lived in seclusion here for many years, and I can't imagine that I will be easily discovered by you, it seems that there are really capable people in the Buddha world, and one generation is stronger than the next." Bu Xie looked at the little monk in front of him, and his cultivation of Buddhism was so profound at a young age, which really surprised him.

"The little monk went down the mountain to experience this trip, passing by here, he sensed a huge evil aura coming from the tower, I don't know..." ”

He thought to himself that if that evil aura did not come from the old monk in front of him, then maybe this person might be a master who suppressed some kind of evil thing.

He has always been upright when he doesn't quit talking, Xie Xiaolou is used to it, and he is waiting to see how he answers.

Bu Xie nodded: "You don't have to doubt it, it was emanated from the old man, or rather, it was the old man." ”

As soon as these words came out, the hearts of the two were shocked, this old monk who is kind and kind to cultivate here is really a very powerful evil thing?

Bu Xie stood up, took off the string of cyan Buddhist beads on his wrist, held it on his fingertips, and looked out the window.

"The old man was born from heaven and earth, and was born from man-made disasters."

When the evil said this, Xie Xiaolou and the others obviously felt that the air around them suddenly cooled down.

"The little monk is unknown, and he still hopes for the guidance of his seniors." I didn't quit looking at the evil, and suddenly felt that he had an indescribable feeling on him, and he was familiar and unpredictable.

"I really want to know?" Bu Xie turned to look at the two of them, still turning the Buddha beads in his hands, and suddenly asked Bujie, "Where are you teaching?" What is the name called? ”

When it comes to the master, his face is respectful, and his hands are folded: "Amitabha, the little monk has been practicing Buddha and chanting in Henan White Horse Temple since he was younger, and the Dharma name is not precept." ”

Xie Xiaolou has been watching from the side, he found that when Bujie mentioned the White Horse Temple, his evil face changed a little, he couldn't help but think of the joke of the day, both of them are "no" characters, could it be that there is really some origin?

"White Horse Temple..." White Horse Temple・・・・・ "Buxie's eyes were lowered, and his mouth kept chattering, "You don't want to quit?" Can you meet Master Wangkong? ”

"It's the family teacher!" ”

A trace of excitement appeared on Buxie's originally calm face: "How is his old man lately?" ”

Buqi sighed: "I passed away last year." ”

There was silence for a while.

Xie Xiaolou and Bujie glanced at each other, and they didn't know what to say.

After a moment, he looked out the window again and began to talk about the past.

"After eight years of anti-Japanese war, rivers of blood flowed, corpses were everywhere in the land of China, and there was a lot of resentment, and Lao Wei was born at that time."

"War of Resistance?" Even if Xie Xiaolou only studied high school, he knew that the tragic period of those eight years, the eight years of the War of Resistance, was a major calamity for China and the Chinese, and the reason why he remembered it so clearly was because he needed to repeatedly recite the question type of the War of Resistance at that time, and the teacher said that this was the chapter with the highest rate of questions in the college entrance examination, although in the end Xie Xiaolou did not come in handy.

In this way, Bu Xie should be seventy or eighty years old, but he looks energetic on the outside, speaks and thinks clearly, and does not look like a dying person at all, of course, there are some veterans of the Anti-Japanese War who are as healthy as now, so will Bu Xie be one of the heroes of the Anti-Japanese War?

Bu Xie nodded and continued: "The old man is neither a human nor a demon, but is transformed by a million grievances. ”

At this time, Xie Xiaolou realized that the induction of not quitting was correct, millions of grievances gathered, the heavens and the earth were discolored, and an entity was conjured!

Strange had to quit to say that the evil thing in this tower was very powerful, and now Xie Xiaolou felt terrifying just thinking about it, this kind of horror was not simply afraid in his heart, but the feeling penetrated into his bones.

"The old man was originally resentful, came to the world, did whatever he wanted, did a lot of wrong things, one day met the master of Wangkong, good and evil are not separated, naturally fought, and then the old man was defeated by the master of Wangkong, but the master had the opportunity to break up the old man, and he could not be born forever, and he did not want the master to have mercy, and gave the old man this string of Qingyue Bodhi beads, hiding the evil qi in the beads, eating and praising the Buddha every day, doing good in the world, and slowly resolving this eternal grievance, so that he could be reborn, so he was called 'not evil'."

"Amitabha, I see." After listening to the innocent story, I couldn't help but think more about the deceased teacher, Wangkong is not only strong in Buddhism, but also has a heart to help the world, and even the evil things turned into a million grievances can be ignited by Buddhism.

The name of the evil law actually has such a tortuous origin, but Xie Xiaolou still guessed correctly, he really has a lot to do with the non-precept, which also explains why the evil said that he was "born from heaven and earth, born from man-made disasters".

After listening to this past, the two only felt embarrassed.

The speed of turning the Buddha beads slowed down, looked out the window, and continued: "The old man has been hiding in this tower for many years, and he only hopes that one day his resentment will dissipate and he will be able to see the master of Wangkong again when he returns to the sky, and he doesn't want to ・・・・・."

However, the innocent paragraph was not finished, and the sky outside the window, when the morning sun was rising, became gloomy and gloomy, and then gradually began to rain lightly.

Silence returned to the tower. (To be continued.) )