The last three days of March passed quietly, and in April, the old monk recited the scriptures to Li Si.

On this day, the Jinshan Temple is still deserted, but there are a few more birds and finches stopping on the mountain gate to sing to each other.

In the Buddhist hall, the empty voice of the wooden fish rattled. The old monk knocked on the wooden fish, plucked the rosary in his hand, and recited the scriptures with his head down.

Li Si sat behind him and listened silently, and it was only at this time that he could barely sit upright. The old monk didn't hit him hard when he beat him before, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to get out of bed at this time, let alone sit.

But even so, there was still not much respect in the thief's body, he just listened to the scriptures with his eyes closed, and he didn't know whether he was asleep or just closed his eyes to recuperate.

It wasn't until he finished reading a scripture that he frowned slightly, opened his eyes and looked at the old monk and asked.

"Your scripture, how do you read it strangely, it seems to be a lot more powerful than in the past. ”

"Really?" the old monk was about to continue reading, but stopped because of Li Si's words.

His eyes slowly opened, and he looked at the wooden fish in front of him, and replied with a half-sound.

"I guess the anger I got from the fight with you the day before yesterday is still there. ”

Li Si looked at the old monk for a while, then suddenly sighed and sat on the ground in a different position.

"I'm not going to fight you again. Tell me straight, do you have something to tell me?"

Ever since the old monk said those inexplicable words to him before, he had always felt strange that the old monk seemed to have something to say to him.

He doesn't like that, and he doesn't like to guess the meaning of other people's words. If there is really something, he hopes that the old monk can explain it more clearly, so that he can know what to do.

Listening to Li Si's questioning, the old monk did not continue to knock on the wooden fish, nor did he continue to chant the scriptures.

He was silent for a moment, as if softly, before finally speaking.

"Boss, I'm about to die. ”

The voice in the hall was slightly hoarse, which made the figure in front of the altar seem to be even thinner.

This man really looked more and more like a dry bone.

Li Si's expression stiffened slightly, and then he shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently.

"In that case, you're good to go, but what does that have to do with what you said earlier?"

Since the old monk was about to die, why did he tell himself how to kill him, Li Si couldn't understand this.

"I don't know if I'm going to become a Buddha or a demon. The old monk paused, put down the Qianzhi in his hand, and spoke calmly.

He has killed too many people for revenge in his life, and the Buddha's heart has long been dead. After 30 years of escaping from the world, he still failed to drive away the evil obstacles, and the faces he killed back then are also vivid. The evil words here are still in the hearts of the monks.

People in this world are different from others, and some people have killed countless people and can still live happily. Some people kill only one person, and then they are already tossing and turning, and they can't sleep at night. For the old monk, the enmity back then was his inner demon. Even after killing all the enemies, the demons in his heart still did not disappear, but grew stronger.

That year, the Shaolin disciples went down the mountain to practice, and the abbot asked not to be stained with dust. Among the five disciples, one person is stupid, one person is greedy, one person is angry, and one person does not care about it.

Which of them did the right thing, the old abbot did not say until his death, but there is no doubt about one thing.

That is Yuanyuan, that is, Yuanyuan, must be wrong. He has been killing people since he came down from the mountain, not for the sake of the world, but for his own grievances. At that time, he didn't have any Buddha nature, but he was just from the demons in his heart. He knew that he was wrong, so he persuaded Yuanjie to go back, but he was wrong again and again.

By the time he came back to his senses, the demonic nature had already been planted in his heart, and it was difficult to pull it out.

So he hid, hid from the world, and changed his Dharma name to Death.

He wants to feed the demon with his body, and lose and lose with it.

For this reason, he practiced meditation all day long, chanting sutras and reciting Buddha. But how can the inner demon be so easily eliminated, the battle of divine thoughts is enough to force people like the old monk to be emaciated.

His body is getting thinner and thinner, and his flesh and blood are "eaten" little by little as if they have really become food for the demons.

There have been countless times when the old monk has consciously failed to control his inner demons and wants to cut himself off, but the inner demons have stopped him. It was clear that the demon didn't want him to die yet. And when he passed away, he couldn't tell whether he was a Buddha or a demon. Perhaps, he just didn't want to die?

Li Si was left by the old monk's Buddha nature, and he took him in, so in front of Li Si, the old monk always looked like a monk.

At the same time, Li Si is also the last old monk to rely on, if he falls into the devil, he hopes that Li Si can kill him, don't let him become a scourge in the world.

Even this scourge may have been planted a long time ago.

In the Buddhist hall, after calmly explaining these to Li Si, the old monk knocked on the wooden fish again and said lightly

"Therefore, if I accidentally fall into the path of the devil before I pass away, you will kill me, and I will be laid to rest in peace. ”

He didn't let Li Si do it now, because he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to suppress his temperament, so he rebelled on the spot.

The demon didn't want him to die, he didn't want to. But as a monk, he wanted to die, very much.

In this way, it is very ridiculous to say the name of Circle Death at this time, isn't it?

Li Si sat behind the old monk and quietly listened to him finish all his instructions, his expression a little stiff.

Because from this point of view, the old monk should have had such a mind from the beginning when he took him in.

It doesn't matter if it's used, it's okay to say it's helpless······

Li Si sat there, half loud, and laughed dryly.

He asked softly as he looked at the ground, maintaining the somewhat dry smile on his face.

"Don't you think it's a little too harsh?"

The old monk knocked on the wooden fish and did not answer.

"The first person I saw when I came out of the mountain was you. ”

Li Si didn't know why he said this, he just said, gradually lowering his eyebrows.

He thought that he was not completely adrift in this life, at least Jinshan Temple was still a home for him, which could allow him to come back once a year.

It turned out that in the end, the old monk just let himself kill him.

I want him to act like a real goblin······

"I'm also human, isn't it really too hard for me to do this?" Li Si asked again, his tone calm, even though his hand was on his lap, squeezing the hem of his clothes tightly.

He can't let go of his previous life, he doesn't want to have too much to do with the people in this world, he has a cold temperament, but just like he said, he is also a human being.

Twenty-eight years, do you want him to be fake?

"You're cold, you can always do it. The old monk finally replied calmly, and then continued to recite the Sutra of the Past Life.

This time, Li Si stopped laughing, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Reading and reading, the old monk stopped reading, and he couldn't read it either.

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On that snowy day many years ago, in Jinshan Temple, the monk also said such a sentence to the child.

Your temperament is too cold to be hot.

But whether it will really be hot, perhaps only the monk himself knows.

At least when eating the bean paste buns, the child gave him half of it.