Fu Canglu

Chapter 436 Dao Heart
Qingshi and His Highness met because of a spider.

Forged an inextricable bond.

The fate of great good.

The young Ksitigarbha reincarnated Bodhisattva opened the pagoda that day, then climbed to the top floor, and finally smashed the morning drum and evening bell.

A mighty rain of pear blossoms fell on Yangguan Valley, and finally extinguished the fire that burned the city in Luoyang.

Since then, Ksitigarbha was reincarnated, and the world has heard of it.

But if it weren't for the spider that fell out of the mud jar today, tens of thousands of people might have died in Luoyang City.

Qingshi knelt down, gently picked up the spider, stood up, and looked at the young man in sable fur who just stepped into the Darong Temple.

He thought about it all night.

What is bureau.

How to break the game.

In the Darong Temple, this spider spit out fine and sticky silk, and then formed a tough web, but it accidentally fell off the web and fell into the soil.

All this is cause and effect.

The spider is caught in the web, and the cause and effect take root.

From that moment on, the spider webs outside the Darong Temple began to tighten and restrain them.

In this illusion, everything is imagined by oneself.

And it is this that makes people feel helpless.

All people are people in their memory.

Not only the people in my memory, but all the things in my memory, the big banyan tree in the Darong Temple, the futon in the Vajra Hall, the copper bowl, and even the spider that is struggling in my palm now, and the tree it formed before. The nets are all refurbished from my own memory.

Qingshi didn't know what Houqing could do in such an illusion.

But he knew what Hou Qing wanted to do.

Master said he was going to kill someone.

Then let myself take over this copper bowl, take over the great luck of the person that Master killed, take over this sin, and finally take over the heavy responsibility of Buddhism.

When the rise of Buddhism needs to start with the killing of an innocent person, such a rise will appear disgusting and ridiculous.

All the spearheads were pointed at the person who was about to ask for good fortune and was killed by the master.

It was very unfortunate and very coincidental that His Royal Highness Qi Liang came to the Darong Temple in Yangguan Valley just following a rain of pear blossoms.

Qingshi thought for a while.

If Master wants to kill him, can I stop him?
In other words, if the master had a last wish before his death, just wanting to kill an illusory person in this illusory dream, would he not have the heart to stop it?

It's just an illusion.

But the person who was about to be killed was his best friend.

No matter which choice you make, you will suffer a loss.

As long as there is a loss in the Dao heart, cracks will appear.

Hou Qing was waiting for this crack.

What Houqing left for Qingshi was actually a very simple choice. There were only two choices, yes or no.

Qingshi thought for a long time, and thought about it all night.

He held the spider in some distress, and didn't let it go any further. He slowly closed his palms and moved gently, standing where he was, looking abrupt and conspicuous.

Qingshi calmly looked at the little highness who stepped into the Darong Temple, and the scene of the first meeting between the two when their eyebrows and eyes were immature appeared in his mind.

Now that spider is put away by him.

Cause and effect just broke the line.

The little highness who stepped into the temple looked around with a slightly dazed gaze, and finally passed the blue stone, which was clearly standing in the most prominent position among the crowd, and landed on the old monk with his eyes closed and holding a bowl under the big banyan tree.

The little highness gathered his collar, subconsciously tightened his body, cupped his hands in front of his lips, breathed out lightly, and started to move forward.

Qingshi stood quietly on the road that must be passed, staring at the little highness.

The handsome boy in the brocade hat and sable fur walked over calmly.

Qingshi was slightly stunned, and his shoulder was suddenly bumped by a tall man in a hat. The man turned his head with no expression on his face, without saying a word, but he moved softly to support his thin and immature body, and turned around again. Press back the hat.

Qingshi thought with some emotion.

It turns out that fate can be so miraculous.

The spider in the palm of the palm began to stir restlessly, Qingshi raised his head, and a strong wind blew past the Darong Temple by his ears, bringing a mighty rain of pear blossoms from the sky.

Either a spider or a rain of pear blossoms.

If there is no so-called fate, then the life-and-death friendship between himself and Yi Xiao may have been nothing more than a passing by.

Qingshi slowly returned to his body, with a dull expression, watching the little highness walk towards the lonely and old figure of his master under the big banyan tree step by step.

He didn't stretch out his hand to hold her back, nor did he make any movements, he just stood quietly in the pear blossom rain.

Then speak slowly and firmly.

"Hey"

The little prince of the Southern Dynasty, who was walking on his own, turned a deaf ear to him.

Qingshi lowered his eyebrows and thought about something.

Then, unsurprisingly, an inevitable tragedy is about to happen.

Because the master of this illusion is himself, and it is Hou Qing who dominates all of this.

No matter how I choose, someone will die.

And if you choose to ignore it, Hou Qing can choose to let the master kill the young Yi Xiao, and then let the two angry hat hatters kill the master.

He always has to do something.

The green robe swayed slightly, setting off a gust of wind, and then falling.

Qingshi's still immature body stood on top of the clay altar.

Behind him is the master.

In front of him was the slightly bewildered little Highness of the Southern Dynasty.

After the green shirt was settled.

Qingshi looked at the little highness who was guarded by the two guards behind him, and said softly: "Don't come here, otherwise"

There was a gust of wind blowing from behind.

In front of him were two silhouettes in hats that were too fast to react. These three figures rushed forward together, and the moment they launched a counterattack, the aura of the magic way overflowed uncontrollably from the bodies of the three string-controlling figures, overwhelming the sky. And rise.

The next moment the dust settled.

The blue stone top is majestic, surrounded by three bodhisattva heads, with six arms overlapping like lotus flowers, one pointing at the forehead of the old monk behind him, four arms stretched out in front of him, and the palms wrapped and caught the fists of the two monks with hats.

Qingshi said casually: "Otherwise you, you, you, will all die."

The majestic bodhisattva dharma looks down from the top of the blue stone, looking down with a calm and solemn expression.

Qingshi was seriously thinking about the questions that Hou Qing had left for him.

That seemingly unsolvable multiple-choice question.

In fact, it is not difficult to understand.

In this illusion, how should I choose?

The voice in the bottom of my heart that never appeared laughed softly and read aloud.

"Look, the magic aura on them, they are all fake."

Qingshi slightly closed his eyes.

fake.

all fake.

So who dies and who lives, does it matter?

A moment later, Qingshi had already made a choice for this multiple-choice question, and he suddenly opened his eyes, which were blood red that shouldn't have been there.

"Since you are all fake."

There was an involuntary hostility in the tone, very light and very light, and the articulation was clear.

"Then they all die."

Inside the Darong Temple, the Bodhisattva's dharma figure exerted a little force, and smashed the four fists of the two hat-hatted monks into pieces.

Two horrific cries of pain resounded over the Darong Temple.

Outside the spider web, there were people watching the scene in the temple like a spectator.

Originally, it could not be stored, but the spider web wrapped around the Darong Temple began to collapse at this moment.

The man said softly: "The reincarnated Ksitigarbha, the Dao heart is broken."

(End of this chapter)