The Heavens: Reborn Xu Zhu, Recognizing His Father at the Beginning

Chapter 36 Death Will
"I have long admired the name of Zen Master Wan Jiasheng Buddha of Zhiguang, and now I see it today, and the reputation is well-deserved."

Ye Wuxin returned a salute and said sincerely.

"The benefactor is too polite. A false name is like a dream bubble. If you don't take it with you in life, you don't take it with you in death. How can a poor monk deserve the name of Buddha?"

After hesitating for a moment, Ye Wuxin said slowly.

"I wonder what Zen Master thinks of Qiao Feng?"

Hearing Ye Wuxin's question suddenly, Zen Master Zhiguang was silent for a moment, then sighed slowly.

"The benefactor Qiao has a bleak life experience and a difficult and tortuous fate. For the truth of his life experience, he has committed many murders."

"Could it be that the benefactor came here to seek the truth from the poor monk under the instruction of the benefactor Qiao?"

Ye Wuxin shook his head slowly and said meaningfully.

"No, no, my actions are all based on my own heart, besides, Qiao Feng may be rushing over here soon."

Hearing this, Chan Master Zhiguang clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha, it's time to repay the injustice of the past. If the benefactor wants to get the name of the former leader from the mouth of the poor monk, then he should be spared."

Ye Wuxin laughed loudly, and slowly gestured a mysterious character in front of Zen Master Zhiguang.

Seeing this, Zen Master Zhiguang shrank his pupils and looked at him in disbelief.

"Benefactor, you."

"Don't worry, Zen Master, I'm not here to talk, but to give Qiao Feng a try and let Qiao Feng give up his hatred and go back to the mountains."

As soon as these words came out, Zen Master Zhiguang's rather shocked face slowly returned to calm.

"Amitabha, since the benefactor has such a kind heart, the poor monk is very grateful. I trouble the benefactor to keep the secret, and the poor monk will bear the responsibility of Qiao helping the Lord to do good."

Zen Master Zhiguang's words contained a sense of seeing through life and death in the world of mortals, and he obviously had the determination to cover up the truth by dying.

"The Zen master's ambition is deeply admirable. If I want to bother you here for several days, Wanwang Temple should not despise me."

"The benefactor is very polite."

In this way, Ye Wuxin lived in Zhiguan Temple for the time being, and enjoyed the scenery in Tiantai Mountain Road on weekdays, and discussed Buddhism with Zhiguang from time to time.

Ye Wuxin's natural capital is not bad, plus Xu Zhu's excellent memory, more than [-] years of Buddhist knowledge and Zen interpretations of eminent monks in the past, it is pleasant to get along with each other after asking and answering.

A few days later, in the middle of the night, Zen Master Zhiguang clasped his hands together.

"Amitabha, the benefactor of Nangong has a profound Buddha nature and is proficient in Zen, which makes the poor monk admire him."

"I can't bear the Zen master's praise. I just read some scriptures and Buddhist scriptures. How can you be more knowledgeable than the master?"

While the two were exchanging business ideas, a young novice came in hurriedly and whispered something to Zen Master Zhiguang.

Zen Master Zhiguang's complexion changed, and he silently recited Buddhist scriptures after clasping his hands together.

Seeing Zhiguang's reaction, Ye Wuxin immediately understood that the Shan family had been wiped out, and even their family was burned to the ground.

"Could something big happen?"

Zen Master Zhiguang nodded slowly, with a hint of heaviness in his tone.

"The more than [-] members of Tie Mian Shan's family were all killed, and no one survived. Even the Shan Mansion was set on fire and completely wiped out."

Ye Wuxin had a look of shock on his face, but his heart was very calm.

"Sure enough, Xiao Yuanshan's attack was fierce, the old and weak, women and children were not spared, and he even pushed the blame on his own children in one fell swoop, tsk tsk tsk"

"Oh, time is fate. The Shan family exposed that they held that person's letter in the apricot forest in the past, but it got burned."

Zen Master Zhiguang's expression was indifferent, and he became more determined in his mind.

"Amitabha, benefactor of Nangong, the poor monk would like to ask you to do something."

"Zen Master has something to say, just say it. You will definitely help me if you can help me. If it is beyond the scope of my ability, I am sorry that I can't do anything."

Zhiguang clasped his hands together and spoke sincerely.

"After the next death, if the benefactor Qiao can't bear to kill, please try his best to stop him, so as not to hurt the innocent, and add another layer of sin to the old monk."

Ye Wuxin nodded slowly.

"It's a matter of course, why should the Zen master be so polite? It's late at night, so I will take my leave first."

After Ye Wuxin left, Zen Master Zhiguang sighed deeply, and silently recited scriptures for the deceased members of the Shan family.

Another three days later, the big and small monks in Zhiguan Temple went down the mountain one after another, and reported to the many inns in Tiantai Temple the changed appearances of Qiao Feng and A'Zhu, waiting quietly for Qiao Feng to arrive.

On this day, Qiao Feng and A'Zhu arrived in Tiantai County hand in hand.

Along the way, the two traveled mountains and rivers, if not for the mystery of his life experience in his heart, they would have been enjoying themselves.

Even if he was in a hurry, he was destined to be one step slower than the real murderer who was called the villain by A'Zhu. It would be better to wait for work at leisure, so that Zen Master Zhiguang might be able to save his life.

After crossing the Qiantang River, the two rested in the inn for one night.

In the early morning of Shuri, just as the two were about to visit Zen Master Zhiguang, the innkeeper rushed to Qiao Feng and A'Zhu.

"Uncle Qiao, there is a master from Zhiguan Temple on Tiantai Mountain."

Hearing that his surname was called Po, Qiao Feng was shocked.

I once said my surname to the shopkeeper casually, how could others know my surname?
"Why do you call me Uncle Joe?"

"The master of Zhiguan Temple said about Uncle Qiao's figure and dress, which is not bad at all."

Qiao Feng and A'Zhu looked at each other, and they all noticed a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.

"Okay, let him in."

Seeing that his identity was leaked, Qiao Feng naturally had no intention of covering it up again.

The shopkeeper left in a hurry, and not long after, a chunky monk in his 30s entered the room, clasped his hands together and saluted Qiao Feng.

"Amitabha, my family teacher Shangzhi Xiaguang ordered the little monk to go down the mountain to invite Qiao and Miss Ruan into the temple."

A trace of curiosity flashed across Qiao Feng's face.

"We just arrived here last night, how did Master know? Could it be that he really has the ability to predict things?"

The shopkeeper on the side interjected.

"The old Zen master of Zhiguan Temple has great supernatural powers. Don't talk about the events within a few days, he can even calculate the events after 500 years."

Qiao Feng replied after thinking for a while, ignoring the stupid people who believed in Zen Master Zhiguang like a god.

"Then trouble the little master."

The two followed the novice monk and walked towards Zhiguan Temple through the winding mountain road.

Along the way, Qiao Feng was worried about the possible ambush in his heart, but until he arrived at the temple, no one made a secret move.

In front of the gate of Zhiguan Temple, the novice shouted.

"Master, benefactor Qiao and benefactor Ruan are here."

"Amitabha, the honored guest has arrived, but I am not polite enough to welcome you from afar."

Zen Master Zhiguang appeared in front of the door, clasped his hands together and saluted Qiao Feng.

Seeing that Zhiguang was safe and sound, Qiao Feng also heaved a sigh of relief and returned his salute.

"Qiao is deeply disturbed by disturbing Master Qingxiu."

(End of this chapter)