When Li Si came back, the rain had almost stopped, and after counting the hours, in fact, from the time he left until now, it was only a stick of incense.

"Didn't you say that it would take an hour?" asked the monk as he sat on the soft slump in front of the door, his thin palm standing in front of him, and a Buddha seal was knotted.

He thought that he would inevitably drive away a few Jianghu people who came to the door.

It's fine now, just sitting dry for a while.

"What, you're not happy to cause less trouble for you?" Li Si smiled helplessly and tilted his head.

"Why don't I go and get some people for you?"

In fact, he didn't expect that those three people seemed to be just coming for him, and they didn't have any intention of making small moves.

Should we say that they are good people, or should we say that they are lucky?

Because if they let this old monk do it, it would definitely not be just like this.

"Excuse me, the old monk is old, and he doesn't want to cause trouble anymore. ”

Waving his hand to stop Li Si's idea of causing some trouble again, the old monk smiled and put down his hand holding the Buddha seal, and asked in a dry voice.

"So, it's business as usual?"

Listening to his words, Li Si also smiled, walked into the hall and said, "Everything is as before. ”

What is the old one?

It is like the old people, like the old tea, like the old scriptures.

What Li Si didn't notice was that since he came back, Bai Yao'er, who was sitting in the corner, had kept her head down, blushing and didn't dare to look at him, and she didn't know what was wrong.

Three incense sticks are burned on the Buddha hall, making light smoke fill.

There is still the mud kneading Bodhisattva on the Buddha seat.

The old monk sat in front of Li Si with a scroll of scriptures and a wooden fish beside him.

Li Si sat lazily cross-legged, supporting his neck.

"Boom. ”

As the wooden fish was sounded for the first time, the old monk began to recite the scriptures.

Li Si also gradually closed his eyes.

What kind of scripture the old monk was reciting, Bai Yao'er, who was sitting on the side and listening, didn't understand, but if she did, she should be scared.

At this time, the scriptures recited by the old monk are called the Sutra of the Past Life, which is a manuscript used to surpass the dead and persuade the souls of the dead.

But why he read it to a living person, and why Li Si listened so seriously, no one knows.

Because the story in this is really a bit old.

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It should have been fifteen years ago.

At that time, the monk who passed away was not called a monk who died away, he was called Yuanyuan, and he was a famous murderous monk in the rivers and lakes.

And Li Si is not a thief saint yet, he is only called Li Si, and from the outside, he is just a child who has just turned thirteen.

It was a gloomy autumn day.

Yuan Yuan killed an enemy in the Tianmen Mountain Path, he killed it very neatly, a knife pierced through the chest, and the person was disemboweled.

After killing people, he did not leave in a hurry, but sat next to the corpse and ate steamed buns.

The steamed buns were even stained with blood, but he devoured them so much that the knife was erected by his side and stabbed in the stomach of the enemy.

Halfway through the steamed bun, he stopped and turned his head to look at the enemy's body.

His movements paused, and for a long time, he looked at the corpse in such a daze.

It wasn't until he moved his mouth and swallowed the steamed bun in his mouth that he finally said a word softly.

"Nam no Amitabha Night Dotagada Night ······"

This was the first sentence in the Sutra of the Past Life, and he read it to his enemies.

What is he going to do, overtake his enemy, he doesn't know, he just reads.

At this moment, next to the cliff of the mountain path, a hand full of dirt came up.

Monk Yuanyuan's killing intent was forced over in an instant.

But the owner of the hand was not affected in the slightest, and still struggled to hold on to the edge of the cliff, and climbed up little by little.

It wasn't until he had completely climbed the cliff and fell on the side of the road to catch his breath that Monk Yuanyuan saw his appearance clearly.

He was a teenager, not very old, with long hair, unkempt hair, and clothes woven from leaves.

The child also saw Yuanyuan and the corpse beside him, but he did not panic and continued to lie calmly, panting tiredly.

Yuanyuan looked at the child, and then looked at the bottom of the cliff, the clouds and mist were very deep, at least hundreds of zhang high, God knows how a child climbed up with his bare hands.

Again, he didn't ask anything, just looked back and sat down again.

The two just stayed together, one panting and the other not saying a word.

Staying until dark, Yuanyuan stretched out half of the steamed bun in his hand to the child and asked.

"Does Xiao Shi mainly eat steamed buns?"

The child's breath had calmed down, and it was evident that he was not as tired as he had been when he first climbed the cliff.

He didn't answer Yuanyuan's words, still lying there on his back with a blank face.

But suddenly, he spoke in a stumbling tone.

"What scripture did you read before? Can you read it to me?"

It was as if he hadn't spoken in a long time.

Pass through?

Yuan Yuan was stunned for a moment, and after half a sound, he realized that what this kid said probably meant the mantra he had recited to the dead before.

He laughed, loud.

"That's called the Sutra of the Past Life, it's for ghosts, are you a ghost?"

His laughter echoed through the valley.

In the laughter, the child stared blankly at the stars in the sky for a long time before he replied softly.

"Who······ Got it. ”

Yuanyuan's laughter gradually stopped, probably thinking that this kid had been so calm, and he was not funny.

Looking closely at the lying child, he realized that he really looked like a lonely ghost.

"What's your name. Yuan Yuan asked.

"Lee, Si. The child gave a short answer.

"I just killed my last enemy. Yuan Yuan calmly pulled out his ring knife from the corpse next to him.

While wiping the blood from the knife with the monk's robe, he said to the child named Li Si.

"Now I don't want to kill anymore, I'm going to find a place to hide, you little ghost, do you want to follow?"

The wind in the mountains whined, like a ghost crying wolf.

Li Si, who was lying on the ground, turned his face sideways, revealing his eyes without a little wave, and nodded.

"Good ······"

Anyway, he had nowhere to go.

"Then you can follow along. Monk Yuanyuan hooked the corners of his mouth and put the ring knife into the sheath.

"Steamed buns, steamed buns. Li Si, who was lying on the ground, squirmed his lips and raised his chin to Yuanyuan's hand.

"Huh?" Yuan Yuan didn't react for a while, and when he followed Li Si's gaze and saw the steamed bun in his hand, he laughed knowingly and threw the steamed bun to Li Si.

"Here you go. ”

Li Si sat up from the ground, picked up the steamed bun, and ate it into his stomach in a big gulp, ignoring the blood and dirt stained on it.

So that night, a thief stepped out of the valley, and a monk took refuge in Buddhism.