The ancient Buddha with green lights, the candlelight is dim.

In the middle of the small temple, a one-armed old monk flexibly held the irregular wooden blocks under his feet, sat cross-legged on the bluestone brick floor, held the chisel in his right hand, and silently carved the Buddha statue at once.

Around him, thousands of wooden Buddhas have been piled up.

The Buddha said that people have a thousand faces, which can be described as ever-changing.

However, the Buddha who came from his hand only had one appearance.

King Kong glared.

He had been sitting alone in the temple for twenty years, but no one had ever spoken to him from the passers-by and residents around him, and many even thought he was mute.

There is no name, no Buddha name, and if there is a title, there is barely one.

He was a Buddhist carver.

Since that year, he was beheaded by the Yixin Sword Saint in his heart, and the Buddhist carver has been living in this small dilapidated Buddhist temple, constantly carving the angry Buddha King Kong with only one side, and the technique is so skilled that he can carve it completely with his eyes closed.

But no matter how he carved, how he used Buddhist scriptures to cleanse his heart of malice, the Buddha still only had that appearance.

Anger.

Rootless Fury.

Bottomless Fury.

Even if the Shura on his body has been cut off, even if his face has been kind for twenty years, the evil thoughts of Shura planted in his heart cannot be washed away no matter what.

This is probably the so-called reincarnation cause and effect, right?

This has been going on for twenty years.

Finally one day, his peaceful life ushered in ripples.

Knock Knock –

The dilapidated temple door was knocked twice, and the wind-eroded wooden door creaked hard.

A lean man crossed the threshold with a girl.

Around the man's waist, two long knives with black sheaths hung from them.

"Ahem."

Opening the wooden door, Miko choked on the dust that was suddenly kicked up and coughed twice, and kept bending down to cover her nose.

The old monk's face was calm, he didn't even look back, just quietly carved the wooden Buddha under his feet, and while carving, he casually turned the Buddha with his toes.

Obviously he is a seemingly pious monk, but he doesn't seem to have the slightest respect for the Buddha.

As soon as she entered the door, Miko was shocked by the scene in front of her.

The temple is small and dark, lit by only a candle, and the old monks are dressed in shabby robes that have gone through many years, surrounded by countless wooden Buddha statues.

The movements, expressions, and clothing details of each Buddha statue are so lifelike that at a glance, they look like the real thing.

"What an ominous knife."

The Buddhist carver seemed to feel the footsteps of the two, and he didn't look back, just commented quietly.

There was a hint of the old man's unique hoarseness in the vicissitudes of his voice.

"Didn't you have a broken arm?"

The Buddhist carver slowly turned his head.

Because of the aging and drooping eyelids, he looked like a blind man at first glance, but the old man's cloudy eyes were extremely sharp, as if he could see through the essence of others at a glance.

"Young man, I can't seem to help you with an old man."

Han Baiyi bowed his head.

Miko looked up at the small temple.

The whole small temple looks dilapidated and decrepit, but in fact, the interior is exquisitely decorated.

Although it has not been cleaned for many years, looking at this arrangement, you know that the cost of construction in those years was not a small amount.

Look at the dilapidated courtyard outside the small temple, there are several wild vegetables that ordinary people often eat at the edge, and I think that life should be self-sufficient.

There is a stone Buddha statue in the middle of the courtyard, the Buddha statue is held up by six hands, the stone is cool and warm like jade, it is a rare gem.

This is a jade ghost Buddha.

Scenes of wealth and poverty are intertwined in this small courtyard, giving the prince a unique visual impact when he has lived in an aristocratic family since he was a child.

An uninformed person like Han Baiyi would not have so much emotion, looking at the Buddhist carver in front of him, with a polite smile on his face:

"How so. At that time, even my father longed for the famous flying ape. If you can't help us, there's really no ninja in the world who can help us. ”

"Oh?"

The Buddha carver seemed to be a little interested, carefully put down the Buddha statue in his hand, and smiled kindly:

"Young people in this era, does anyone still remember the flying ape?"

"Who is your father?"

Han Baiyi solemnly saluted:

"My father's name is Owl, and he is a ninja. At that time, he was also a member of the Reed Names. ”

"Oh. It's a thin well, right and left...... You're the kid you picked up on the battlefield of the country thieves, right? ”

The Buddha carver nodded.

The reeds are the thieves led by the 'Yixin Sword Saint' twenty years ago.

Among them, the most famous people are 'Owl', 'Madame Butterfly', 'Flying Ape', 'Ten Character Gun', and 'Doctor'.

This one-armed Buddha carver was the famous flying ape of the year.

He was one of the toughest ninjas of twenty years ago.

Han Baiyi nodded with a serious face:

"Exactly down there."

After understanding it, the Buddha carver didn't seem to have much desire to explore, and leaned over to continue carving the Buddha statue with no interest, and said in a casual tone.

"And what are you here for?"

Han Baiyi straightened up, and his voice was calm:

"There are two main things."

"One is to ask for your advice."

The Buddha carver silently carves the Buddha statue in his hand.

"In addition, it is a medicine master named Yongzhen, who died in the city of Reeds yesterday."

Squeak –

The chisel slashed through the wooden statue, marking a long mark on the angry face of the Buddha statue, splitting the entire Buddha face into two, and there was a pinprick-like sound in the ears.

Miko raised her hand to cover her ears and looked at him with a frown.

The Buddha carver stopped carving, and his aging body moved slowly as he had shown, and even the movement of raising his head seemed to be so heavy that a shackle was hanging around his neck.

The cloudy eyes rarely open once, allowing people to see the almost dilated black pupils under the folded eyelids.

His eyes were locked on Han Baiyi, as if he wanted to see something from his unshaven old face.

The old man word by word.

"Who did it?"

Han Baiyi said righteously: "It is rumored that it is a ninja who infiltrated Reeda City in the Inner Palace, but I and this princess-sama also escaped from Reed, and I don't know the details. ”

An old face as thick as the corner of a city wall was filled with 'It's not me anyway'.

The old man's breathing seemed to be rapid for a moment, and then silently in the blink of an eye.

Turning around, looking at the Buddha statue in his hand that was accidentally pinched open by himself and had a dividing line drawn on his face, the Buddha carver felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Suddenly, there was no interest in carving.

The old man sighed:

"This ...... It's probably her life. ”

"The two rice balls back then, as well as a body of martial arts, couldn't save her life after all......"

The scene was silent for a long time, and the carving in the old man's hand began again with difficulty.

Every moment, every stroke, carries an indescribable emotion.

Yongzhen, the female doctor with extraordinary swordsmanship and excellent medical skills, is also the child that Wei Mingzhong picked up from the battlefield of the thief country.

At first, it was the Buddhist carver who threw her two rice balls to keep her alive, and later she was adopted as a daughter by the physician 'Dao Xuan' to teach the world how to save people. In addition, he also studied swordsmanship with the sword saint Reed.

This woman has a deep relationship with all three of them.

For the Buddhist carver, this woman is a kind of disciple and woman, and often brings wine and food to him, a forgotten old man in the world.

As a result, Han Baiyi, who was young and ignorant at the time, was shot in the head during the trial.

Now that's embarrassing.

Therefore, Han Baiyi stood at the door without accosting him, nor did he show too much emotion, pretending not to know the relationship very well.

As for the black cauldron, it was naturally thrown the head of the inner house.

There was silence in the small temple for a long time, and only the rustling of the wooden Buddha carving sound of the Buddha carver remained.

I don't know how long it took, but the rustling suddenly stopped.

Slowly, the old man put down the Buddha carving in his hand.

Turning around, he stared directly at the young Miko in front of him.

"Are you the prince of this generation? Not bad. ”

The Buddha carver just looked at it twice, and then walked straight out the door.

Miko had an inexplicable expression on her face.

Turn your head,

On the ground where the old man was sitting, there was a statue of Buddha whose face was shattered.

On the futon on the side of the Buddha statue, there are two thread-bound books.

Han Baiyi watched respectfully as the old man walked out of the courtyard for the first time in twenty years, and it was not until the figure of the Buddhist carver disappeared at the end of the path that he let go of his respectful posture.

Straightening his waist, Han Baiyi said in a relaxed tone to the royal son beside him:

"Alright. From now on, this place will be ours, clean and prepare for dinner. ”

"Huh?"

......

Neither of them found out.

At the moment when the Buddhist carver walked out of the broken temple, the runic paper plastered on the roof wall of the broken temple burned out in a flash, leaving no embers.

It's just that this faint blue fire burns, burning out in the afterglow of the sunset and is almost tragic background,

Only the Buddha carver can see it.