"I didn't say I was a pilgrim. Li Si smiled and sat next to Yuanjie.

The hem of the white garment was curled up on the ground, stained with a little dust.

"Then donor, you'd better leave quickly. Yuan Xie withdrew his gaze from looking at Li Si, lowered his head again, and said softly.

"Oh, why?" asked Li Si, looking around with interest.

After a closer look, he found that the eight Vajra Buddha statues standing in the hall were not upright, and they all leaned down slightly, as if they were approaching the people in the hall, with a kind of vague coercion.

"Because it's not good. Monk Yuanjie replied, his mouth was full of words, and he should have recited his Heart Sutra again.

"So what, I'm not a good person. Li Si said with a smile, as if he hadn't seen the angry glare of King Kong in the hall.

Yuan paused to unravel the scriptures in his mouth, and then he lowered his hands that were folded in front of him.

"The donor, is he here to do evil?"

The air seemed to be stagnant, and the anger in King Kong's eyes seemed to be deeper, and the demon slaying pestle in his hand reflected the cold light.

The Tiger Girl's brows furrowed, and she gently grasped the sword at her waist.

At this time, Li Si was sitting cross-legged, waving his hand casually and said.

"Not really, I'm just here for help. ”

The hall was silent for a while, and the monk Yuanjie's brows furrowed, and then he let go again, and did not chant again, but just sat quietly and said.

So, the donor is still in the wrong place. There is no one here who can help you, if you want to overcome your suffering, you can go to my senior brother to fulfill your thoughts. ”

"Definitely. Li Si shook one of his fingers.

"It should be said that the only people in Shaolin who can help me are here. I do want to cross people, but I don't cross suffering, what I want to cross is life and death. ”

And in Shaolin, the only one who can survive life and death is one person.

Why do you say that, because when Li Si was a teenager, the old monk of Jinshan Temple once told him a story, a story about Shaolin killing monks.

In this story, there were two murderous monks in Shaolin, one called Yuanyuan and the other called Yuanjie, one of them killed the enemy and the other killed the wicked.

Yuanyuan killed all the enemies, left Shaolin, and lived in seclusion. Yuan Xie couldn't kill the wicked, returned to Shaolin, and was willing to be punished.

And the origin of this story has to be told a long, long time ago.

At that time, the abbot of Shaolin was not Yuannian, and Yuanyuan was still called Yuanyuan.

One day, their master called several monks of the Yuanzi generation together and said that they had been practicing on the mountain long enough, and it was time for them to travel down the mountain.

But there was a requirement for this trip, and that was that the monks could only see, but not do anything.

They can't hurt people, they can't save people, they can't have anything to do with people, they can't get involved with things.

They can only walk in this world for a while, and then come back unstained.

Along the way, there is only one thing they need to realize, and that is the word cause and effect.

Some of the monks were unimpressed, some were enlightened, some had distracting thoughts, and some listened carefully.

But in any case, that day, they all packed their bags and went down the mountain.

Two years later, the first monk returned.

His name is Yuanzhen, and he said that he was infatuated because he saved one person and caused him to kill one person.

The abbot knocked him on the head and said that he was stupid, so he told him to kneel in the temple for a day and a night.

Three years later, a second monk returned.

His name is Yuanlu, and he said that he was guilty of greed, because he meddled in a mundane matter, and became famous in the rivers and lakes.

The abbot knocked him twice on the head, calling him stupid, and then asked him to kneel in the temple for two days and two nights.

Five years later, a third monk returned.

His name is Yuan Nian, and he says he has done nothing.

The abbot nodded, not discerning whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied, but just asked him to sit down beside him without punishment.

But then, ten years later, the two remaining monks have not returned. Those two monks are Yuanyuan and Yuanjie.

In the news sent back to Shaolin, it was said that they were all guilty of resentment. They all killed.

The abbot did not wait any longer for them and closed the mountain gate.

After that, Yuanyuan chased and killed the enemy everywhere and never returned to Shaolin.

And I can't remember how many years later, Yuanjie went back.

He knelt before the gate of the mountain, and said that he had sinned against many wicked people, but he could not overcome the bitterness of this world.

At this time, he had already understood what cause and effect was, so he came back and begged Shaolin to give him a result.

At that time, Yuan Nian had already become the abbot of Shaolin, he looked at Yuan Jie, and finally sighed, opened the mountain gate and released Yuan Xie back to Shaolin.

He made Yuan Xie a precept monk and knelt in the precept hall to overcome his karma.

Yuanjie did not refuse, knelt down, and this kneeling has been kneeling until now.

This is a story that the Shaolin Yuanzi generation knows, but in the story that Li Si heard, there is another scene.

Back then, the old monk actually went to find a solution once.

It was a rainy night, and when the old monk found the solution, he was holding a long stick and fighting among a group of people armed with swords.

His long stick was swung so that the water on the ground was trampled on, blurring the figure reflected in it.

In the pouring rain, each rod of the round dissolution would almost take a human life, or break the man's skull, or shatter the man's sternum.

Gradually, the blood stained the ground red, mixed with the rain, and also stained the monk's clothes on Yuanjie's body, and the smell of blood was so heavy that even the heavy rain could not cover it.

But Yuanjie still didn't stop, he just continued to fight, killing one person after another.

His eyes were red, and he waved the stick in his hand, and asked as he struck.

"What is a Buddha, what is the Dharma, what is a Sangha, what is a human being?"

Unfortunately, no one could answer him, and he couldn't stop.

It wasn't until everyone had been killed by him that he knelt weakly in the center of the corpse, holding the long stick in his hand, panting.

At this time, the old monk walked in front of him.

Yuan Xie raised his head a little, and on a rainy night, the rain and blood made his face look very mottled.

When he saw the old monk, he was stunned for a moment, and then said out loud.

"Senior Brother Yuanyuan······"

The old monk looked at him for a long time and said two words.

"The Buddha is the Dharma, and the man is the Sangha. Round, you're in the picture. ”

With that, he turned and left, never looking back.

A man knelt there, kneeling beside a corpse. After a long time, he let go of the stick in his hand, leaned down, and half-buried his face in a pool of water that he could not tell whether it was rain or blood.

The blood covered his eyes, but not his mouth and nose.

He took a deep breath, then closed his eyes and roared as if he were crying.

"Ah!!h

That night, the monk roared heartbreakingly.

But why he is obsessed and why he doesn't understand, no one can say clearly.