Fu Canglu

Chapter 435 The Beginning and End of Karma
When the light of dawn comes back to this land.

The silk thread outside the Darong Temple has formed a thick cocoon, trapping Qingshi to death in this illusion.

Qingshi looked as usual, and returned to the temple early, pretending not to see these silk threads.

Not long after sunrise, the "Little Prince" of the Southern Dynasty will also make an appearance.

Qingshi silently waited for his memory to repeat itself, knowing that the next thing Houqing would do was the highlight of the show, the big murder against half of his soul.

Holding the broom, he squatted in front of his master, talking softly to the old man.

"Master, do you still remember that when I was seriously ill, did you carry me to Xu Lingdao for medical treatment?"

Qingshi smiled, with a hint of sadness in his immature eyebrows, and continued: "You said that it is the most difficult to be a monk in troubled times, and that during the Taiping period, you can eat vegetarian food, but you walked a long distance behind my back, but in the end, you didn't even get a bite of the vegetarian meal. After picking up the Zen staff and Buddhist beads, and pawning the cassock and Buddha bowl, I found a kind doctor and cured my illness."

The old man opened his cloudy eyes and "looked" at the bluestone.

Qingshi seemed to be talking to himself, muttering: "I don't understand a lot of things you said, so I can only write them down and chew them carefully in the future. What I thought at the time was that there will be days in the future, and I When I grow up, I can pick up that Zen stick, carry you on my back, walk from the south to the north, and buy back the sold Buddhist beads and pawned things that you have been thinking about one by one."

Master Liansheng listened to Qingshi's muttering to himself, and remained silent.

"At that time, how could I think of shouldering the Buddhist gate and instituting a big burden?"

Qingshi smiled, and said in a soft voice, "Isn't it Master who taught me to be a good person all my life?"

Master Liansheng didn't know how to answer.

"But it's really hard to be a good person, Master."

Qingshi lowered his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Let the world bully me, humiliate me and laugh at me, I respect him, avoid him and endure him. I understand all these principles. I keep it in my heart. To be a good person, it doesn't matter how difficult it is."

Master Liansheng was a little startled.

"So Master, you told me about the great prosperity of Buddhism, which is a bit too early."

Qingshi said seriously: "After you left, the reincarnation of Ksitigarbha, the supervision of the Darongi Temple, all these burdens were on my shoulders, and Buddhism slowly rose from its insignificance. I was just sweeping the ashes in front of the stele. I would think, if you saw me like this today, wouldn't you be more relieved?"

"Master, you have never been someone who thinks about Buddhism."

"You are so afraid of death, even if you really want to sacrifice for Buddhism, you will dig the tomb of Abbot Qinglian before you die, right?"

Qingshi looked at the old monk with a smile, seeing this slightly bewildered face unexpectedly revealing an appearance that he did not remember, feeling a warm current in his heart.

Master Liansheng was stunned and speechless.

Qingshi said solemnly: "Thank you."

After saying this, he stood up slowly, patted the dust on his body, and stopped caring whether his master could understand what he just said.

Qingshi squinted his eyes, watching a spider crawling hard through the soil of the big banyan tree, fell out of the tree altar, turned into a tiny invisible black spot on the ground, and crawled towards the outside of the temple.

This is the beginning of all causes and effects.

The morning drum and evening bell of Darong Temple sounded leisurely, grand and vast.

Outside the door, some little princes from the Southern Dynasty with brocade hats and sable furs stepped inside.

This is the end of all karma.

In the wilderness.

Behind the three puppets, the Lord of Yincheng, who was at the peak of the master realm, was caged under a black robe, watching with great interest the Hou Qing, whose body was compressed to the appearance of an immature child, sitting cross-legged on the ground, forming seals with his hands, The pitch-black energy seeped out from the gap between the palms.

The Lord of Yincheng was wearing the painted mask of the green ghost, smiling and playing with a four-square ancient seal. The Fantian seal was easily removed from the outside by his power of Taixu. It was originally heavy and shaped like a mountain. The ancient seal that easily crushed a hill was placed in the palm of his hand at this moment, and he threw it up and down lightly, repeatedly.

Countless silk threads emerged between the sky and the earth, wrapped the ancient monument on the dome, and then slowly pulled it down.

Hou Qing raised his head and looked at this treasure that he had left in the world and had lost count.

On the stele, there are many auras that I hate.

This is the breath of the world.

The Lord of Yincheng opened his mouth through the mask, and said, "There is a whole world of amazing people in it, and you just took it in?"

Hou Qing said with a blank expression: "You put it lightly. This stele has been washed in the world for so many years, and it is almost out of my control. These people have taken away my good fortune, and they have to pay a price."

The Lord of Yincheng paused.

He said two words softly, with a hint of teasing.

"nourishment?"

This sentence is strikingly similar to the words used by Zhong Er.

Hou Qing hummed lightly.

He was silent for a moment, with a calm tone: "The strength of the practitioners here is too humble, and most of them are tasteless. Those powerful people have too much Taoism. Although I have a big appetite now, I have no energy to swallow them."

The Lord of Yincheng stopped throwing the Fantian seal in his palm: "So?"

"I want to swallow a practitioner with great luck."

Hou Qing squinted his eyes and looked at the Lord of Yincheng: "The exercise is also given to you. I need you to lend me the power of Taixu."

The Lord of Yincheng smiled and said, "You don't mean to swallow that Bodhisattva, do you?"

Hou Qing raised his eyebrows: "That Ksitigarbha's reincarnation can allow him to find the six spirits in this life? Are you not afraid that after he regains his power, he will send you back to the gate of hell?"

The Lord of Yincheng shook his head, noncommittal, but he didn't say anything.

Hou Qing sneered and said: "Even if I don't make a move, you will do it. The timing may be sooner or later. You have been reciting my practice for a long time. If you have this kind of practice in the first place, you may have come to the deserted area of ​​the South China Sea long ago." gone."

The Lord of Yincheng couldn't help laughing: "Yes, I am going to kill him, and to be honest, even if you don't succeed in the monument, I will make up for it."

The Lord of Yincheng did not shy away, and said with a smile: "Now I have your string control technique, not only do I know that there is half a ray of soul reincarnated from Jizo in this stele, but I also know that you can manipulate this half ray of soul." , opened the gate of ghosts, the dojo where Ksitigarbha used to practice and break the catastrophe."

At this moment, Hou Qing was staring at the painted mask man.

The Lord of Yincheng smiled easily, "Don't look at me like that, I don't care about this stele at all, this is a good opportunity for you to swallow the nourishment, but if you can't swallow this piece of meat, can you not let me eat it?"

Hou Qing's seal gesture had already stopped, and his hands and fingers were tangled, and at this moment they were strangled into the palm of his hand, dripping with blood.

He stared at the blue ghost on the painted mask who was laughing wildly.

"You swallowed that stele, and everyone is happy."

"If you can't swallow it, then I can only make it harder"

The green ghost's smile gradually subsided, and it was all gloomy.

"Even you took the stele and swallowed it together."

(End of this chapter)