Fu Canglu

Chapter 432

All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and illusions, like dew and electricity.

Qingshi stared blankly at the old monk in tattered cassock in front of him.

"Master..."

He lowered his head, looked at his immature fingers and the broom in his hand, was a little confused, then raised his head, looked at the old monk sitting quietly under the big banyan tree, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, eyes closed and silent.

The pear blossoms from Yangguan Valley fluttered and fell on the blue stone's forehead and shoulders, and on the coarse linen clothes that were washed white and blue.

Qingshi was stunned for a long time.

The monument of Liuxian can make people make up for "regret".

It turns out that even this kind of regret...can be made up for?
There are no tourists in front of the Darong Temple, night falls, and the sun is dim and setting.

The old monk asked softly, "Shitouer, why don't you speak?"

The tip of Qingshi's nose was sour, and according to the tone in his memory, he said softly: "Master, you have been sitting for another day."

Master Liansheng smiled and heard that his apprentice had something on his mind.

He slowly stretched out his hand, and picked off a small flying insect flying to the spider web.

He opened his mouth slightly, and Qingshi accepted his words.

Qingshi said with a hint of tears: "The monks must be compassionate, sweep the floor to save the lives of ants, and cherish the moths covering the gauze lamp."

Master Liansheng was slightly taken aback.

Master Liansheng frowned and said, "Go and get the copper bowl for Master, it's under the third futon in the Vajra Hall."

Qingshi smiled foolishly, ran to get the copper bowl, bent down and handed it to Master, stood up straight again, saw Master Liansheng's face softened slightly, and said softly: "Master, don't worry, I will climb up tonight Go up to the pagoda and smash the evening bell and morning drum."

Master Liansheng's face suddenly became stiff, and he said angrily, "Come here."

Holding the broom in his arms, Qingshi took two steps forward nervously. Master snapped his fingers on his forehead with a slap, and a bright red bag popped out instantly.

"Stone."

Master Liansheng stared at Qingshi's eyes.

"As a teacher, my time is approaching, and I feel that the day of my passing away will probably be today and tomorrow. You are not allowed to speak such nonsense in the future, how can you do such a rebellious thing that smashes the evening bell and the morning drum?"

Qingshi was stunned.

He looked at this master who was clearly in his memory.

Is this still my master?
Is the old monk in front of me the one who once said to himself that he has no shame in the world and praises and criticizes his age?Is it the person who often tells himself that those who practice Buddhism are deviant and disobedient?

"The great decline of Buddhism, the Southern and Northern Dynasties, Qi, Liang and Northern Wei are the culprits."

Liansheng stared at Qingshi closely, and said seriously: "I only have one wish before I die as a teacher."

"May all Buddhists in the world be good."

Qingshi watched the master hold up the copper bowl, turned the bowl to face himself, the green lotus in the bowl swayed, and the sea and sky were the same color.

Master Liansheng said in a very soft voice, "Have you seen this bowl?"

He narrowed his eyes, and said in a cold voice: "Tomorrow, a young highness from the Southern Dynasty will come. He has great luck, so the teacher will kill him and put his luck into the bowl."

Qingshi's body began to tremble slightly.

"When you hold the bowl, you take up the door of Buddhism. From now on, there will be no barriers to practice, and you will lead the door of Buddhism."

Lian Sheng asked calmly, "You, do you wish?"

Qingshi looked at the copper bowl.

There was a voice whispering in his heart.

Promise him.

He is your master, he will not harm you.

Qingshi took a deep breath, gritted his teeth in his heart and said: "This...is just an illusion."

In the illusion.

Everything should be fake, right?

If you take over this bowl, will those who are missing in the ninth-rank realm come back?

The one who was constantly tempting said slowly with a provocative voice: "Take this bowl, take over that person's luck, everything is fake, but good fortune can't be fake."

Qingshi raised his head, and saw in Master's eyes, there was a determination that he could not refuse.

……

……

Before Jian Zhaoxin became the Great General of Qi and Liang, he was just born in an ordinary farmer in Donglai Road today.

He killed many people for Tianque.

For the list His Majesty drew up for him, he would come to the door one by one, and he would not miss a single one.

There are many quick killers in Tianque, but there are only a few of them who will not leave His Majesty any worries.

Jian Zhaoxin is one of them.

He carried out every instruction of His Majesty without hesitation.

step up.

Until the level rises.

And what made him included in the list of Tianque Gods was the last task he completed before entering the Tianque Immortal Tower.

……

……

"Brother Jane, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Master Jian will feel the trembling of the woman in his arms.

He kept silent and hugged the woman tightly.

"Three years is actually not a long time, but it seems like a long time."

"I don't know why, it seems like it took ten or 20 years to wait for Brother Jian."

The woman raised her head and asked with tears in her eyes, "Brother Jian, do you still remember what you said back then?"

Jian Zhaoxin could only remain silent.

She sniffed suddenly, tried her best to smile and said, "I heard that Brother Jian has entered Lanling City and is about to become a big shot. Qing Shui... knows that he is not good enough for Brother Jian."

Jian Zhaoxin lowered his eyebrows, touched her body over and over again through Qingshui's clothes, and heard her intermittently say: "But..."

"Qing Shui is really happy for Brother Jian."

"Qing Shui just wants to be by Brother Jian's side. No matter if she marries, she just wants to be a concubine or a slave...Qing Shui also wants to"

The sound stopped abruptly.

Master Jane pressed the finger that slowly stretched out to her lips at this moment.

Of course Jian Zhaoxin remembered what he said back then.

When I come back to the east again, I will marry her.

When I return to the east again, I will never be separated again.

But can these words be taken seriously?
Once he has entered the Heavenly Tower, obtained the skills, and cultivated diligently, he will achieve the ninth rank, and become a celebrity around His Majesty. There is even a slight possibility that he will eventually become a god general respected by thousands of people in Lanling City.

He worked so hard to kill so many people, only to get the credit and hard work he has today.

Even if he really came back east, how could he come to marry her?
Shimizu, this woman is too stupid.

Master Jane will recall the most regrettable thing he has done in his life.

After he became a god general, he became merciful, tolerant and seldom killed.Even when dealing with the treason of Western Chu in Xige back then, they only chose the most peaceful means of dealing with it.

Why?

Probably because I feel ashamed.

The most ashamed thing, the most regrettable thing.

Master Jian was thinking in a daze, but couldn't figure it out.

Why does His Majesty link the position of the general with the life of a woman who has never been associated with the temple?

What Your Majesty wants is a character who is cold-blooded enough to give everything for Tian Que.

What Jian Zhaoxin wanted was the power brought by that seat, as well as the glory and wealth that he had expected for a lifetime, which would be within his fingertips.

But he had no choice.

When he came to Donglai, and then left Donglai, he was no longer Jian Zhaoxin.

It's General Jane.

He held the coronation throne of Lanling City in both hands, the crown of the god general, and the clothes he received. After that day, he preserved them, covered with dust, and cremated with himself after death, and all the sins and Dirt is turned into fly ash.

Just because of the blood stained on his hands when he left Donglai.

That person said that he was willing to wait for himself, no matter how long he waited, he would never blame himself, hate himself, or hate himself.

Jian Zhaoxin really regretted it.

But regretting... what's the use?
useless.

When a person goes against his wish and makes an irreparable mistake, he can only make mistakes again and again until there is nothing wrong with the mistakes in the end.

This young man surnamed Jian who came out of a peasant family from the east and came to the great world, perhaps he shouldn't have killed the first person back then.

That way there won't be a second, a third.

That way it won't be Shimizu's turn.

Or, he shouldn't have walked out of that town.

How good is it to be an ordinary person?
Qingshui people are nice, beautiful, and considerate, that's all good.

Except being silly.

If you don't take the path of no return, be a little stupid, it will be Qingshui's biggest advantage.

Jian Zhaoxin's fingers trembled, and he retracted slowly, looking at the confused eyes of the woman in front of him.

He cupped Shimizu's face and kissed it.

A voice in my heart has been ringing for a long time.

"Kill her, and you will have everything you want."

Jian Zhaoxin, who has been respected as the fourth general of Qi and Liang, has no seal and has lost interest in power.

But because of the inner demons of the year, he stopped at the ninth-rank realm, but he couldn't save any more.

That dull voice just repeated a huge temptation.

Qing Shui sensed the crazy demands of the man on the opposite side, opened his eyes a little bewilderedly, and saw the crazy face of the man in front of him.

struggle.

ferocious.

Jian Zhaoxin, the Great Master Jian, the Great Jian Practitioner?
Kill her once, then kill her a second time.

These... are just illusions.

All illusions are deceptive.

Regret... What's the use of regretting?

Master Jian suddenly raised his head, fixed his eyes on the woman in front of him, a smear of blood spilled from his lips, and the excruciating pain began to pour into his heart from the tip of his tongue, and the hostility suddenly burst into his limbs and bones.

The same scarlet clear water between the lips and teeth desperately resisted at this moment, trying to push away the man in front of him, but he couldn't do so.

She yelled, and spat out the piece of flesh that was bitten off by the tip of her beloved man's tongue.

"You...not him."

Jian Zhaoxin stared at the woman expressionlessly.

Who said she was stupid?
She is not stupid at all.

This sentence is exactly the same as what I heard back then.

Because of her words, she lost control.

Desire, anger, madness, let yourself do the thing you regret most in your life.

Jian Zhaoxin has always been that Jian Zhaoxin.

The Tianque killer who said he kept killing for a certain woman to live a better life is fine.

The Qiliang god general who said he was going to atone for the rest of his life for a certain woman would be fine too.

No matter how many layers of whitewashing, it is all about covering up.

When he came out from the east, he killed the woman who had been waiting for him all his life, and no matter how many good deeds he did after that, he could not cover up his mistakes in the past.

This is a dream.

But it is like a mirror, reflecting the most essential side of people to the fullest.

Outside the fairy monument world.

The young second master of the Zhong family caressed the stone tablet, and glanced at all the dreams.

He spoke calmly and sadly.

"In the beginning of human beings, nature is inherently evil."

(End of this chapter)