The little monk Huikong, who has lived in Guangren Temple since he was a child, although he obeyed the instructions of his master and practiced Buddhism, his playful nature of children in his bones could not be changed.

In the past, Huikong didn't have that condition, but since the appearance of Hongxing, the little monk's childhood can be regarded as a little happy.

However, pleasant times are always short-lived, and with the company of Hongxing, Huikong has changed from a small monk to a big one.

Of course, Hongxing still calls him a little monk, and this year, Huikong is seventeen.

"Huikong, go on a long trip for the teacher, you don't have to go with me"

"Yes, Master" Facing Zen Master Jizhen's explanation, Huikong naturally nodded busily.

In fact, Huikong is happy in his heart, although Jizhen is not too strict with him, but when the master is there, Huikong always has to take care of a lot, even if Hongxing asks him to play, he has to depend on the situation.

Seeing the appearance of his apprentice, Ji Zhen didn't know what he was thinking, so he knocked on his bare head angrily, and then said, "You slippery head, you have to go quickly."

Hearing this, Huikong hurriedly covered his bald head and ran out of the meditation room.

Looking at Huikong's appearance that he didn't look big, Ji Zhen sighed for no reason, as the host of the temple, how could Huikong and Hongxing's little secret be hidden from him

But in this way, Ji Zhen is worried about Huikong, now Huikong is not young, and he will inherit his mantle in the future, if he has a relationship with a little girl, he will only add to his troubles.

In fact, Jizhen also regretted letting Huikong and Hongxing socialize and play back then, but when he saw Huikong as a child, he was very lonely, so he relented for a while.

"Alas, forget it, the boat will naturally go straight to the bridge"

Huikong, who was immersed in the next few months without discipline, did not know about this separation from Master. It's an eternal farewell.

Three months later, several villagers came to Guangren Temple with a stretcher, and the stretcher was the body of Zen Master Jizhen.

When Huikong saw the stretcher, the scarred Zen Master Jizhen. Immediately struck by lightning, he could never have imagined that his master, who was also a master and a father, would meet him in such a face.

Soon, under the auspices of all the monks in the monastery. Huikong cremated the body of Zen Master Jizhen, and then went into Jizhen's original meditation room and closed the door.

For three days, Huikong stayed alone in the meditation room for three whole days

Three days later, Huikong walked out of the meditation room again, and at this time, everyone felt a completely different aura from Huikong's body.

Huikong, who walked out of the meditation room, took over the mantle of Master Jizhen and became the host of Guangren Temple.

Huikong did not disappoint the monks in the temple and became the presiding queen. Practicing Buddhism and chanting Buddhism, even at a young age, he has become a famous master of Huikong within a radius of dozens of miles.

Just as the dust in front of the Buddha statue swept away and covered the dust, the chanting also stopped and stopped.

His heart is like stopping water, chanting the Buddha's principles, and devoting himself to the Buddha.

"Master, the pear tree in Nanshan has finally borne fruit" In front of the temple, a woman dressed in red looked at the figure in front of the Buddha statue with anticipation.

However. What awaited her was the never-ending chanting.

The woman bit her lip, you know, the pear tree in Nanshan was planted by her and the little monk three years ago, at that time. The little monk also said that he would personally pick the first ripe pear for himself.

After a long time, the woman left very disappointed, she knew that he was no longer the ignorant little monk she was at the beginning.

"Master, I've become the first lady in our town."

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"Master, I can already walk in Guangren Temple with my eyes closed."

“”

this year. The mountain flowers bloomed very beautifully, and the woman came to Guangren Temple again. I saw that she was as bright as a peach blossom, and her red robe was brighter than ever before.

"Master"

"Hmm"

"I'm getting married. ”

The chanting stopped for a moment, and then immediately resounded throughout the hall as before.

The woman in red looked at the figure in front of the Buddha, her eyes were full of complicated colors, she had known each other for fifteen years, accompanied her for five years, and waited for ten years, she was no longer small.

"Alas"

The woman left, and the chanting in front of the Buddha stopped again, and the hall fell into a dead silence.

Somehow, the beads in his hand suddenly scattered to the ground.

"Amitabha. ”

Master Huikong of Guangren Temple traveled far away, the news soon spread all over the temple for dozens of miles, although the village names are very strange why Master Huikong will travel far away, but after doubting, the days are still like the original life, every time it is established, the village names will still burn incense and worship Buddha as in the past.

Huikong has been walking for a long time this time, and it has been a long time, and in three years, his footprints have almost spread all over the entire Chuanping Mansion for thousands of miles, and the name of Huikong has also spread throughout the entire Chuanping Mansion.

The three-year journey has smoothed all the waves in Huikong's heart, and at this moment, his heart is like water again.

Soon, Huikong returned to Guangren Temple, but unlike the imagined quiet ancient temple, within three years of leaving, Guangren Temple had become a pile of scorched earth.

Huikong looked at the Buddha statue in the center of the main hall in a daze, and suddenly seemed to think of something, "Red Apricot"

Not only the quiet ancient temple, but even the market town below the mountain was charred to ashes, and everything seemed to have disappeared.

Huikong ran like crazy and shouted in the market town, but there was no response.

Looking at the market town that seemed to be dead, Huikong was desperate, he didn't know why, but he learned from the mouths of nearby villagers that it seemed to be a horse thief.

He couldn't figure it out, and he didn't want to think about why the horse thieves dared to slaughter a small market town with thousands of people, and he didn't even let go of the temples that didn't have much oil and water in the mountains, he didn't care, as long as he knew that the horse thieves did it.

At this moment, he is no longer an enlightened monk, but an angry-eyed Vajra who wants to purify all the darkness in the world.

Soon, a monk with red eyes appeared in front of countless thieves and robbers in Chuanping Mansion, a snow-bright ring knife, slaughtered thousands of miles of cottages in Chuanping Mansion, and the blood almost stained the entire Chuanping Mansion.

In the killing, Huikong lost his mind, and the set of mercy knives in memory also unconsciously transformed into the Shura Knife.

The name of the butcher knife monk not only stopped children's night crying in Chuanping Mansion, but also spread throughout Cangbei County, and naturally attracted the attention of some predecessors.

Soon after, it is said that a master made a move, and the butcher knife monk was also subdued by a Buddhist monk and taken away from Cangbei County.

When Huikong regained his senses again, he didn't know how long it had been, but he knew that he was now in an unknown meditation room.

"Amitabha, you're awake"

Huikong quietly looked at the Sixth He Mage opposite and did not speak.

"I wish to enter my Buddha wall"

After a long time, Huikong still nodded, and agreed with Master Liuhe's words.

"There can be a legal name"

Hearing this, Huikong shook his head, not knowing whether he didn't have it, or didn't want to say it, or forgot about it

"In this case, you have a habit of killing, and after all, you are incompatible with Buddhism, and it is better not to kill in the future" to be continued. xh118