Poverty is just doing justice for the sky

Chapter 13 Seeing Shirokage Again
"This is the whole detailed process." The old monk kowtowed slowly at the feet of the majestic Buddha, his pale face was full of piety.

"It's really not easy for her not to turn into a ghost, but if she is obsessed with one thought, makes a wrong move, high or low, she can be killed as a ghost king." Lin Yuan raised his eyes to see the compassionate Buddha's appearance through the sandalwood incense, and sighed: "You Is that the monk? I am ashamed to call you a master now if a monk does such a thing."

"The monk in the story is not the old monk, he is the child of the secular world." The old monk's forehead touched the ground, and he could not worship for a long time, and his voice creaked like the gate of the old house: "When the old monk escaped into Buddhism, he still I was ashamed of myself when I was a baby and never raised him for a day."

"His mother left early and grew up eating snacks and meals. Later, when I was begging for alms, I bumped into him several times for stealing, so I persuaded him to convert to Buddhism."

"At first he was reluctant, until he was caught stealing Pan Yuanwai's money bag on the spot, and immediately wanted to cut off his right hand. Pan Yuanwai has always hated people who steal. Seeing that this matter can't be resolved, the old monk finally had selfish thoughts."

"You came forward to protect him." Lin Yuan answered with a half-smile.

"Yes, the old monk and Yuanwai Pan made a guarantee that he would make him change his past, but he...he did not correct after repeated admonitions, and did not want to repent. The same door, go away and fly high."

"When the old monk followed the trail to Ganming City, everything was a foregone conclusion, and it was hard to recover."

"So you buried the beads in the courtyard to protect her from being unjustly killed by her colleagues a second time."

"I'm ashamed..."

"Don't be ashamed. Being a father is unqualified, and being a monk has selfishness. Although Ye Qingshuang might die without him, but—"

Lin Yuan paused, but swallowed his words. After all, the eminent monk has indeed done a lot of good deeds, and the merits and demerits are balanced. Such irony is a bit too much.

In case the old monk commits suicide in shame, he can't bear such a heavy karma.

The old monk stood up slowly, the pleats on the cassock were exactly the same as the pleats on his face: "The old monk chanted scriptures every day to pray for the safety of Lord Ye. I thought that when the right time came, she would naturally let go of the old things and re-enter reincarnation."

"I told her that too."

"I should go there in person..." His deep and rough voice was a little hoarse.

"I didn't deal with her." Lin Yuan slumped his shoulders and sighed softly: "It was just a cliché just now, why didn't you make it clear earlier."

The old monk turned his back on his back, kowtowed and folded his hands together, and shouted loudly "Amitabha Buddha", but Lin Yuan could hear a sense of God's eyes from this Buddha's name, and couldn't laugh or cry.

"The poor Taoist has already completed what the master entrusted, so the master should give what the poor Taoist asked for."

Speaking of which, the demon bottle is not a thing of Buddhism, but a magic weapon handed down by the Taoist school. Back then, the patriarch of the Taoist school held the demon bottle to play with the demons in the world, making the world peaceful, but later he was murdered by the fox demon. The treasure also fell into Buddhism by mistake.

"After turning the demon bottle into a living person, he fell into a deep sleep. He just thought the treasure was broken, and threw it in the Ye Mansion. Tonight, the old monk personally fetched it for the benefactor." The old monk paused, but still couldn't help asking: "Where has Benefactor Ye gone now?"

"Ye Mansion was burnt down, and she didn't want to live in the abacus, and the poor Taoist really didn't know her whereabouts." Lin Yuan shook his head, thinking about the 20 taels of silver that was in vain, his flesh ached.

"Well, everything is good luck, let her go."

Lin Yuan seemed to see a pair of cold and quiet eyes with no desire or desire, and nodded accordingly: "Since she has a sense of proportion, you and I don't need to be too restrained."

The rain in the outside gradually subsided, and the temple bell rang in the sky, and countless birds flew away.

The old monk said he wanted to get the demon bottle himself, so he naturally stayed in the temple to wait, took the young monk down to fish in the river at noon, and went to the house in the afternoon to uncover the tiles, which was very arousing to the suspicion of other monks.

When they reported it to the old monk, the old monk only smiled and waved his hands to tell them to give up, and then he put on his straw hat and went into the city. When the young monk saw him and wanted to go together, Lin Yuan grabbed the back of his neck and threw him into the thatch pile.

"To play with you, a child has to act like a child, and leave the business to the old man."

The little monk struggled to poke his head out from the thatch pile, with a dissatisfied expression on his face: "I'm not young anymore!"

Lin Yuan sat on the roof dangling his legs with a piece of dogtail in his mouth: "It's not enough."

"How can it be done?"

"When you have seen darkness and are willing to believe in light."

"I have seen darkness, every night." The little monk put his hands on his hips angrily: "The benefactor is playing tricks on me again!"

The sun was setting on the western mountains, and the forests were all dyed. The sky was full of rosy glow, and the smell of food wafted from the kitchen.

After dinner, there was evening class again, Linyuan felt sleepy when he heard the sound of wooden fish, so he simply slipped to the roof to sleep.

The wind in early summer is neither too hot nor too cold. It just happened to rain during the day, and the air is still somewhat humid, which is very comfortable.

He fell asleep as soon as he lay down like this, and slept until he was awakened by the night cat.

The night cat was hunting in the deep forest, there was not much movement, but Linyuan's hearing was good, he yawned and opened his eyes sleepily, only to see the galaxy hanging in the sky, vast and bright, mysterious and dazzling.

Strange to say, it is clearly the same galaxy, but seeing it in the sky is completely different from seeing it on the ground.

They are all beautiful, each with its own merits.

Although it was late at night, he had already slept enough, and he didn't feel sleepy anymore, so he crossed his legs and hummed a tune while pillowing his arms to enjoy the stars.

The eyes are full of starlight, and the cicadas and birds are singing intermittently in the ear, which vividly interprets the vitality of the forest. It is also pleasant to listen and watch quietly.

"Ah! — There is a ghost!" A scream suddenly exploded in the backyard, breaking the tranquility, Lin Yuan reacted quickly, and jumped from the roof to the backyard.

"Hush, what's the ghost screaming if you don't sleep in the middle of the night?" He landed steadily in front of the monk, and raised his hand to cover his mouth. The monk subconsciously hid, but failed to dodge.

The young monk on the [-]th or [-]th day was panting heavily, and shrank pitifully into the corner, shaking like a sieve, his eyes full of horror and fear.

Lin Yuan couldn't help but be speechless when he saw it: "Little master, this is a Buddhist school, and you are a Buddhist disciple. Even if there are ghosts, you can't be scared like this."

The monk's tongue was tied, he pointed at the door and said in a trembling voice: "There... there is... a white shadow,... it can't be saved..."

"The white shadow that can't be saved?" Lin Yuan was startled, did he mean Ye Qingshuang?

The door of the monk's room opened, and the young monk and another young monk heard the movement, and hurried out with their clothes on: "What's wrong with the second senior brother?"

"Junior Brother Etong, what happened just now?" The young monk looked at his junior brother nestled in the corner, worried and very concerned.

(End of this chapter)