The Master of the Rings did not answer immediately, but set his eyes on the Serious Master.

The serious master smiled: "If you want to go, let him go, there is nothing in it that he can look at." ”

After speaking, he turned to Jingfa and said, "Remember to return to a small temple immediately after you are done, the toilet was blocked again in the morning, and it hasn't had time to get through." ”

Seeing that the serious master was leaving, the master hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Master, I have always asked people to clean the thatched hut in the mountain behind you, and you don't need to go back to a small temple." ”

"The host of Shaolin is not Yue, and the deputy host is that you don't quit, what's the matter with me? I'm still living freely with a few apprentices, so don't bother me if you have nothing to do in the future, in addition, the rice that should be cooked, the clothes that should be washed, the scriptures that should be copied, and the firewood that should be chopped, continue in the future, none of them can be missing, do you hear clearly?"

The master of the unprecept nodded hurriedly and sent it to the gate of Shaolin, watching the four serious masters and apprentices disappear at the end of the mountain road before sighing, and a smug look appeared on his face.

"The face of the master has completely changed, and we Shaolin people have finally practiced that set of mastery and mastery. Master Bujie sighed happily in his heart.

At this time, Jing Fa did not send the serious master to them, but under the leadership of other disciples, he came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

This time he came in a bright and bright way, so he did not encounter any obstacles, and when he went up to the second floor, he saw the monk he had been thinking about all day and night.

This monk was very young, about the same age as him, the same age as He Zhichu.

At this time, the monk was sitting at a wooden table reading a book, and when he saw Jingfa coming to his side, he put down the scripture book in his hand and looked at him with some doubts.

Jingfa sat next to the monk, took out the scripture he found from Bao Xuming from his arms, and said respectfully, "Did you copy this scripture?"

The monk opened the scriptures and looked at them, shook his head, and said with a smile: "It's not me, I only read books, not copy books." ”

Of course, a simple sentence could not make Jing Fa believe it, and he smiled and said to the monk: "Then can you ask this senior brother to copy a paragraph of this scripture?"

The monk nodded, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote a whole paragraph with gusto.

Jing Fa compared the words written by the monk with the words on the scriptures, and found that there was a difference of 108,000 miles.

The words on the scriptures are written very delicately, just like a garden in the south of the Yangtze River, beautiful and eternal.

However, the words written by the monks are magnificent, as if there are thousands of troops on the battlefield.

Jing Fa stared at this painting blankly for a long time, and finally shook his head: "What's your surname?"

The monk shook his head, and said with a light smile to Jingfa: "I am under the Dharma number Miaocai." ”

found that he had found the wrong person, and Jingfa did not stay in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for a long time, and after leaving the temple, his expression was a little trance.

In this month's time, out of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Xiaoshun and they helped to search the whole temple, but they did not find anyone with the same handwriting, and today, it was finally confirmed that the last monk in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was not He Zhichu.

So where is He Zhichu? Who copied that scripture? Could it be that he has worked so hard for so long, and everything has been in vain?

The more he thought about it, the more depressed Jingfa became, and after secretly scolding his grandfather, he went straight back to a small temple.

"Yo, don't be stupid and come back, quick, go and get the toilet open, it's so smoked that we can't get in. After seeing Jing Fa come back, the serious master who was resting on the chaise longue in the courtyard immediately threw the hammer to Jing Fa and asked him to go to the toilet.

But Jing Fali ignored it, and replied directly: "I'm not available." ”

Then I wanted to go back to the Buddha hall where I lived.

And at this moment, he happened to pass by the unhandsome room.

The window of Bu Shuai's room is ajar there, and through the window, you can see that Bu Shuai is concentrating on transcribing Buddhist scriptures.

Jing Fa instinctively glanced at the words written by Bu Shuai, and suddenly froze in place.

He had seen the words that were not handsome before, and the words that were not handsome at that time were completely different from the words he was writing now.

The words that are not handsome now are exactly the same as the words on the scripture in Jingfa's hand.

Jingfa was still a little incredulous, he hurriedly took out the scriptures, compared them with the handsome characters repeatedly, and finally confirmed that the two texts were written by the same person.

With a bang, Jingfa excitedly pushed open the door of the handsome room, startling the handsome.

"Don't be stupid, junior brother, it's not time to study the Buddhist scriptures at night, do you have something to do with me?" Bu Shuai looked at Jingfa and said lightly.

Jing Fa spread the Buddhist scriptures in his hand on the table, pointed to the words on it and said, "You are He Zhichu, the son of He Wenyuan, the former head of the household department!"

When he heard He Zhichu's three words, he frowned suddenly.

This change of not being handsome did not escape Jingfa's eyes, he knew that he had found the right person this time, and his third senior brother was He Zhichu, who he was looking for day and night.

"Amitabha, he is not handsome in the lower Dharma number. After speaking, Bu Shuai continued to take up the pen and transcribe the Buddhist scriptures.

Seeing that he was not handsome and refused to admit it, Jing Fa frowned, sat down beside him, and asked, "I don't want to do anything, I just want to ask you, did you see who was the murderer on the night of He Fu's destruction?"

After listening to Jingfa's words, the pen that Bu Shuai lifted suddenly stopped in the air.

I saw that the brows of the handsome were furrowed tighter and tighter, as if something in the depths of the memory had been awakened, and the hand holding the pen gradually trembled.

Jingfa knew that he had asked the point, and just as he wanted to open his mouth to continue asking, he heard a cough coming from the door.

Hearing the cough, Bu Shuai immediately came back to his senses, put down the brush, stood up, and bowed respectfully to the man at the door: "Bu Shuai has seen Master." ”

And Jing Fa was about to speak when he saw that he was not handsome, but he was interrupted by the serious master, so his face was full of unhappiness: "Master, I am chatting with the third senior brother about serious matters, so don't come to make trouble." ”

"Chatting? With that, the serious master sat down between Jingfa and the not-so-handsome, and looked at Jingfa with interest.

Jing Fa didn't have time to pay attention to the serious master, and continued to bring the topic back to the tragedy of He Mansion: "Senior brother is not handsome, you should have hid in your room that night, you should have seen the tragedy in the courtyard, don't you want to avenge your parents and the forty-eight people in the house?"

The revenge of killing his father is not shared, Jingfa doesn't believe that when he moves out of the reason for revenge, he can still be indifferent if he is not handsome.

Just as he was quietly waiting for the handsome answer, he heard another response.

"Amitabha, when is the time for retribution, is it accidental that the robbery is entangled. ”

I saw the serious master knocking on the melon seeds that came out of nowhere, and said seriously.

Jingfa frowned, forcibly suppressed his anger, and waited for Bu Handsome to answer.

But Bu Shuai didn't answer, and still took a pen to copy the Buddhist scriptures.

This time Jing was in a hurry, and he continued: "No matter how you force yourself to erase these memories, you can't deny these facts that have happened, people are dead and dead, this is a past that cannot be changed! If a person chooses to forget the past, then he is not qualified to live!"

As he spoke, Jing Fa's voice gradually became louder, because unconsciously, he remembered that he was also a person with no past.

As soon as the words fell, Jing Fa clearly saw that Bu Shuai was writing down and suddenly trembled, and it became no longer so beautiful.

And at this moment, the voice of the serious master sounded again: "Not all karma is determined to be fruitful, not all sentient beings are bound to receive retribution, although sentient beings have a past longevity karma, they depend on the current diet karma. ”

Jing Fa immediately heard that the words of the serious master came from the "Nirvana Sutra", which is not handsome and has been teaching himself Buddhist scriptures.

His face was suddenly full of anger, and he yelled at the serious master: "I have already memorized the Nirvana Sutra, don't show it in front of me!"

"Hehe, can memorize, I see that you haven't learned enough, and you're not handsome, but you've learned well, much better than you, learn more from your senior brother." With that, the serious master got up and left the room.

After seeing the serious master leave, Jingfa knew that no one was bothering him at last, and he was overjoyed.

But when he turned to look at the not handsome, he suddenly saw a tranquility in his not handsome eyes, a tranquility that could not be broken by the wind and rain.

Inexplicably, a trace of uneasiness rose in Jingfa's heart, and soon, his uneasiness turned into reality, because no matter how he knocked on the side or stimulated him positively, Bu Shuai no longer took what he said seriously, and still quietly copied the Buddhist scriptures, his heart was like water.

An hour later, Jing Fa covered his hoarse voice and walked out of the unhandsome room with a desperate face, it was already night, and the night sky was full of stars.

He glanced up, and suddenly he saw a cloud in the distant sky, like a ferry swaying in the middle of the river, and then the ferry broke off and disappeared as if sinking into the sea.

At that moment, Jing Fa suddenly froze in place.

This is the emergency contact signal of Washomon, and as soon as this signal comes out, it means that something is wrong with Washomon!

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