Missy, She Always Does Not Seek To Make Progress

Chapter 971: Sitting with Buddha’s Bones

A hundred years ago, the Sinful Bone suppressed by the Penglai Ancient Temple was constantly changing. At that time, Yuanming, the host, sacrificed his eyes to get a glimpse of the secret. A hundred years later, the Sinful Bone will return to its master, which will surely cause devastation of all living beings and chaos in the world. Those who seek bones must be those who burn bones to save the world.

Master Yuanming put his own body into the bones, used his own cultivation as a formation, and used a thousand-year-old pagoda as a cage to suppress the sinful bones and wait for the savior.

 For a hundred years, he has been fighting against that bone to avoid being assimilated, becoming its puppet, and becoming the source of harm to the common people.

At the end of the summer last year, as expected, the evil bone, the owner of the Buddha's bones, was ushered in as if the secret had been spied out. Yuanming presided over him and spent all his merits and virtues to fight with it for a day and two nights, sacrificing thirty-eight disciples of the ancient temple. Only this general will guard this Buddha bone and it will not be taken away.

Today, Yuanming's hosting is already the end of the crossbow. Only with the merit of the belief of the ancient temple, and the only little disciple's chanting day and night, the bone of the Buddha is eager to move.

 Fortunately, he finally waited for the person who could burn all sins.

Listening to Host Yuan Ming's understatement, Qin Liuxi's throat became clogged. Looking at his empty, unfocused eyes and his skinny figure, he took a deep breath and let go of the anger rising in his chest. Press down forcefully.

"We are not good enough to kill him, so we can only buy some time for the right way. Fortunately, he also needs time. Now good and evil are facing each other, and they are all fighting for that glimmer of life. Little benefactor, this life, get It's up to you to protect him." Director Yuan Ming's eyes were obviously blind for a long time, but he could still look in the direction of Qin Liuxi accurately.

Qin Liuxi asked: "Master Gao Yi, may I ask what my chances of winning are if I face him now?"

"The time has not come yet." Host Yuan Ming smiled lightly: "Little benefactor, don't ask about the outcome. You have the Tao in your heart, and you can be sure that the Tao and the Dharma are boundless. The road to practice is long, and you have a long way to go."

 Qin Liuxi pursed his lips.

Yuan Ming presided over the ceremony: "Little benefactor, let me sit down and die. Only you can burn the Buddha's bones so that they cannot be obtained."

Qin Liuxi clenched his fists: "Master host, you will die."

"I am now one hundred and eighty-three years old. If it were not for the difficulty of destroying my bones, I would have passed away long ago. Now I am seeking benevolence and gaining benevolence." The host Yuan Ming was very compassionate and said: "Old monk, I have achieved perfect merits and virtues."

 The young monk on the side was kneeling on the ground, with his hands clasped in front of his chest and his head slightly bowed.

But Qin Liuxi's heart was as blocked as a big stone, and he said: "Master, if you can get rid of the Buddha's bones, I can also burn them."

"It has long been integrated with Lao Na and cannot be separated." If not, then why did Silu almost fail to succeed?

Qin Liuxi’s nails dug into the palm of her hand, so did she let her cremate him?

 He is not some evil heretic, how can he do it on his own?

 Qin Liuxi always retains a touch of softness in his heart. He is not as gentle as water, but he keeps in mind what his master said: do good deeds to accumulate virtue, use your ability to help more people, and accumulate blessings instead of harming others.

 It would be too cruel to ask her to cremate this eminent monk.

"Little benefactor, there is no need to feel guilty. I wish nothing more in my life than to take refuge in my Buddha." Director Yuan Ming kept his eyes on her, with a relaxed smile and a kind of detachment.

 He has done what he can contribute.

Qin Liuxi said nothing more. With a thought, a cluster of red and dazzling karma fire danced on his fingertips. In an instant, under Yuan Ming's presiding smile, it flicked over.

　　Boom.

 The fire of karma surrounded and burned it, and the face of Yuan Mingzhu flickered in the firelight.

 The young monk recited Amitabha and closed his eyes.

 Qin Liuxi knelt down, his eyes reflecting the firelight.

again.

To buy some time for the righteous path, the master left. Now this eminent monk has also gone to serve the Buddha.

The fire of karma is burning, and there is a faint Sanskrit sound, which seems to be coming from the sky.

At one point, Silo, with a sullen face, crushed a clay figure into pieces, and chuckled after a while. Even if a piece was missing, it didn't matter, and no one could stop him. The door of time has passed, the fire of karma has been extinguished, and there is only a handful of silver-white ashes in the small doorway.

The young monk was reciting scriptures, while Qin Liuxi was always sitting on his knees, watching over him.

　　The night passed, and the morning light suddenly appeared.

The young monk got up and began to move some mud bricks to build up the doorway.

Qin Liuxi took his hand and said, "There are relics in the doorway, why don't you collect them?"

She saw that there were colorful crystals in the handful of ashes. They were relics that would only be found after a truly enlightened monk had passed away. They were Buddhist treasures.

"The host said that after he passed away, if this doorway was built up, if there are relics." The young monk looked at the leaning pagoda and said in a low voice: "Then this is the relic pagoda. One day, Penglai Ancient Temple will be restored. Now there is incense.”

 Qin Liuxi let go of her hand and worked with him to move bricks to build the hole. After the door opening was piled up, she used another trick to push the pagoda straight, and there was no gap in the door opening of the pagoda.

The young monk bowed to Qin Liuxi and said, "Donor, please leave on your own."

Qin Liuxi said: "You are the only one here. Do you want to go out with me? There are many Buddhist temples outside where you can place orders."

The young monk smiled and shook his head: "There is only one monk left in Penglai Ancient Temple, so we must continue to guard it, Amitabha."

He nodded to Qin Liuxi and walked towards the main hall. Qin Liuxi faced the pagoda and saw the sun rising from the sea shining on it, making it warm and bright.

 Qin Liuxi stayed here for a long time before leaving.

When the young monk came back, he saw that there was no one here. He was silent for a long time, and then returned to the hall and heard the sound of wooden fish.

 Yu family.

Yu Changkong was flipping through a book of Qimen Bagua formations when his heart suddenly palpitated. He looked somewhere in the void and stood up. Sure enough, he saw Qin Liuxi appearing in his sight.

His eyes must have been looking at her uncertainly, showing relaxation, relief and a flash of joy.

 It’s back.

Qin Liuxi came to him and said, "Master Changkong, do you have any wine? Can you drink a glass?"

Yu Changkong raised his eyebrows and replied: "Wait."

He turned around and went in, took the wine and two wine glasses from his collection, and when he came out again, he saw Qin Liuxi already lying on the couch where he had just been sitting in the courtyard, covering his face with the book of Qimen Bagua, breathing heavily.

Yu Changkong was stunned for a moment. Is he asleep?

 He put the wine and the wine glass on the wicker table next to him, sat on the wicker chair on the other side, and looked at Qin Liuxi quietly.

 An hour later, Qin Liuxi woke up, his eyes were clear, and he smiled at him: "I'm not Liu Xi, am I?"

“You’ve gone up to read some books.” Yu Changkong poured wine for her and said, “Did you just come back?”

"No, I've been working blindly for some days, and I just got around to it."

Yu Changkong picked up his wine glass and clinked it with her: "Welcome back."

　　As if asking and answering questions, it was like the most ordinary friend, as if she had never left and he had never asked her where she had been.

 (End of this chapter)