The little beggar didn't find that everyone's eyes here were on her, for her, the most important thing now was to sleep, she had just been forcibly woken up by Wang Yi, and now she was very sleepy.

Zhou Liyuan grew his mouth, he had seen the treasure of King Xin, the number of them was rare in the world, but why did this little beggar look like this.

Wang Yi was a little puzzled, and asked: "No, how old is this little beggar, and the queen of Naxin is from the Taizong period, and his age is not right." ”

The abbot sighed, "Lord Wang is right, it was the father of this little girl who was saved by the poor monk back then. ”

"And what about later?" it was the useless Taoist priest who spoke, and he was obviously more anxious than Wang Yi.

The abbot continued: "After the poor monk rescued her father, she raised her in Jingxin Monastery and became a monk, and when she grew up, she let him return to the world, marry a wife and have children. ”

"After the poor monk returned to the world, he never intervened. ”

The useless Taoist priest was a little puzzled, why he didn't interfere anymore, and just wanted to ask, the old monk himself said, "The thing I promised is to guard the treasure, and it is already a mess to save the queen of Xin, and it is not good to act here." ”

Although the useless Taoist priest is a person of the three sects and knows the number of heavenly qi well, he is still a little indignant about the fact that the queen has become a little beggar, but the other party is a friend of his master, so he has to hold back the resentment in his heart.

Of course, Wang Yi, as an outsider, didn't know this, so he asked, "What's the chaos?"

The abbot sighed slightly, and said with some regret: "I rescued her father back then, although her father survived, but it was a life full of disasters, and it was okay in Jingxin Temple before, with the Buddhist spirit here to more or less cover up, but it was safe and sound." ”

But when he was twenty years old, his father fell in love with the daughter of a pilgrim, his mother, and immediately proposed marriage. With the poor monk as his father's elder, coupled with the treasure left by King Shin, life is okay, and everything is smooth. ”

But when the little beggar was two years old, his father was killed by thieves while he went out to do business, and his mother also died of depression. The poor monk couldn't bear it and took her back to Jingxin Temple, but the poor monk was afraid of repeating his father's experience, so he had to ruthlessly drive her out of Jingxin Temple when she was five years old. ”

At this point, the abbot silently recited a scripture. Wang Yi looked back at the little beggar who was still sleeping, and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, so he had to pick up the wine jug on his waist.

But today's sorrow seems to be a little big, Wang Yi has drunk wine several times, and the sorrow in his heart is still like the stars in the sky, full of heart.

The abbot continued, "A few days ago, someone found the poor monk and threatened her life, asking the poor monk to tell everything about the treasure land. ”

The Zhishen monk on the side has no sign of awakening, but the useless Taoist priest on the side is a little at a loss, he was just sent by the master to take away the master's ashes, and now looking at the appearance of the abbot, this guy is better than himself, where is he like a person who is about to go to the West Heaven.

Wang Yi sat there, looking up sharply and looking at the starry sky. Although he is not a Qi practitioner or a profound cultivator, he has some stars of his own in the sea of stars, so he can feel things that others can't see.

The abbot master was a little surprised, but he didn't expect Wang Yi to be able to sense the fall of his stars, and then said: "Lord Wang is a person with great fortune. ”

Wang Yi snorted, although he knew the truth of the matter, but the truth was often very cruel, which was different from what he thought. Obviously, the abbot should be heinous, and the crime is extremely evil, so he can do something for those who died, even if it is to condemn and insult the abbot, so that Wang Yi will feel better.

The abbot looked at the sleeping monk Zhishen on the ground, and slowly spoke: "Senior nephew Zhishen, do you still want to pretend to be asleep?"

Monk Zhishen, who was about to pretend to be stupid on the ground, smiled, sat up, and called Uncle Shi very obediently. When he was a child, this spiritual master taught everyone in the temple morning classes, and he often missed morning classes because of snooze, and this uncle secretly taught himself in private.

The useless Taoist priest finally found someone who could subdue Monk Zhishen, as if grasping a life-saving straw, rushed to the abbot's side, pulled the abbot's clothes and said, "Master, you quickly drive this monk away, or I will be annoyed to death by him." ”

The abbot laughed, "Zhishen, when I left the Little Buddha Temple, you were still a child, but today you are a success, don't follow the useless Taoist in the future, go back to the Little Buddha Temple first, and bring back the relics of the poor monks." ”

When Monk Zhishen heard the words of the old monk, he hurriedly said: "Uncle Shi, you wait, I will find Master in the Little Buddha Temple, and you will definitely survive." ”

The abbot shook his head and looked away, "The poor monk has lived for too long, and he has seen too many people and things, and he has entered the poor monk to turn into a lotus flower and escort those who died in the treasure to be reincarnated." ”

"As for her. The abbot glanced at the little beggar in his sleep, and then said to Wang Yi: "I know that the king benefactor has a good heart, so please ask the king to raise her, the poor monk thanked her." ”

Wang Yi did not answer the abbot's words, because when the little beggar was repairing the road, he felt in his heart that taking the little beggar with him would not make her suffer.

Seeing this, the abbot master, who was already thorough in people's hearts, nodded, folded his hands, and looked serene.

In the sea of stars, a star slowly fell, slamming towards the earth. Wang Yi poured the liquor from the flask in his hand into his mouth.

The old monk smiled and said, "The temple is not there, the old monk is here." The old monk is not there, but the Dharma is there. Lord Wang, after the poor monk leaves, he has a big gift for you. ”

"If one day the king benefactor walks on the road and sees an old man falling, the poor monk begs the king to help the old man up once, just once. After that, Lord Wang still does things according to his own mood, can he?"

The old man didn't wait for Wang Yi's answer, and glanced at this meditation temple where he had been staying for many years, and his vision was a little blurred.

"The poor monk goes. ”

Wang Yi raised his head and looked at the stars falling in the sky, and tears began to flow slowly. The useless Taoist priest sat up straight and began to practice slowly, reciting the Taoist scriptures. Monk Zhishen, open his mouth wide, he still has a lot of things to say to his uncle, why did his uncle leave. Not far away, Zhou Liyuan gently sent down the little beggar, folded his hands, and slowly lowered his head.

The abbot recited a sentence of Amitabha, and then fell silent.

Immediately afterwards, countless lights began to emanate from the body of the abbot master, and in Wang Yi's sight, the abbot master's body began to slowly dissipate, turning into countless lights and going in all directions, disappearing in the meditation temple. In the main hall behind, the Buddha statue with the high side of the main hall began to glow slowly, and then there was a little bit of pale yellow light began to gather, and after all the light gathered, it quickly flew out of the main hall and went straight to Wang Yi.

Wang Yi wiped away his tears, glanced at it, and then made a move, sending the bright light away and falling on the little beggar who was still sleeping on the side, and the light slowly entered the little beggar's body. Zhou Liyuan's eyes widened, and now he could guess that the power in the treasure that could make people enter the Star Monarch was the light in front of him, with the terrifying aura above, Zhou Liyuan concluded that Wang Yi would definitely be able to enter the Star Monarch, not to mention that the old monk made it clear that he wanted to give it to Wang Yi before he died, but Wang Yi didn't even look at it, so he gave it to the little beggar.

Zhou Liyuan began to admire Wang Yi a little.

Wang Yi sat up, and the abbot had long since disappeared on the futon next to him, only a golden relic fell quietly there. Wang Yi said to the useless Taoist priest who had finished reciting the scriptures: "The Taoist chief is afraid that he will take away the ashes if he doesn't, and the master only left a relic and asked Master Zhishen to bring it back to the Little Buddha Temple." ”

The useless Taoist priest shook his head, "It's okay, after entering the matter, I must know it very well, and I will understand it." ”

Monk Zhishen was rarely quiet, walked to the relics, gently picked up the relics, put them in his arms, saluted everyone, and then left.

Seeing this, the useless Taoist priest also knew that he had no reason to stay, so he bowed to Wang Yi and Zhou Liyuan, and left.

Wang Yi waved his hand and beckoned Zhou Liyuan to put the little beggar in the hall to prevent her from catching a cold. He came to the foot of a big tree in the temple, hugged his legs, and looked up at the starry sky.