After winning the male lead [Quick Transmigration]

After splitting the last piece of firewood, Ming Jin put the ax aside, then squatted down and carefully piled up the freshly split firewood.

"Unexpectedly, Master Mingjin would actually do these things."

Ming Jin saluted, "Enlightenment through asceticism is a kind of practice, and poor monks will naturally do it."

"But Master, I was the one who became enlightened last night!"

Ming Jin felt ashamed when he heard the words, "Amitabha, I have sinned."

Seeing Ming Jin's appearance of not letting in oil and salt, Chi Qishu gritted his teeth, and simply sat down by the threshold, seeing Ming Jin chopping firewood and planning to make a fire for cooking, does the monk still plan to live here?

"Master, now that the whole rivers and lakes are being messed up by you, you still have the leisure to chop firewood and cook?" Seeing that Ming Jin ignored him, he continued, "What good will this do for you? Catch demons, but the master's Dharma is profound, even if you stand in front of everyone and say that you are a demon, others will not believe it."

Ming Jin deftly threw a piece of firewood into the already lit fire. Hearing this, there was a smile on his lips, with a look of compassion, "The benefactor doesn't know, not everything has to have a result."

"I'm sure I'm here to tell the master the principles of Buddhism, and the master will not believe it. Then I will just say a simple sentence, whether the cycle of karma will definitely be retribution in this life, and will it be retribution in my own body?"

Seeing that Mingjin's expression was not moved at all, Chi Qishu was a little helpless. This is a monk who has no gaps in his heart to drill into. After such a long time, Chi Qishu almost believed in his guess more and more.

Mingjin is his mission target.

But Ming Jin, a monk, has too many tasks that he can do, such as persuading him to return to vulgarity and fall in love with a girl from Waguan Village.

Another example is to persuade the monk to put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately.

Another example is to persuade monks to devote themselves to goodness and take refuge in my Buddha.

Finally, help the monk to get rid of the plight of madness.

It turned out that Chi Qishu once guessed that the reason why Ming Jin killed people was because of his obsession, although Ming Jin did not lose his mind.

But later he vetoed this idea, because Ming Jin who was holding the prayer beads knew what he had done, and he never regretted it, not even a single expression of struggle.

Chi Qishu lowered his head and reached into his arms. At this moment, he was keenly aware that the monk looked over.

He calmly took his hand out of his bosom, without taking anything, Ming Jin bowed his head and performed the Buddhist ceremony, still showing a humble and polite appearance.

But just now, Chi Qishu clearly felt a killing intent.

At that moment, the monk wanted to kill him, and Chi Qishu was extremely sure. At this moment, the beads on his chest trembled, and with the shaking of the beads, the heat from them almost scalded him bald.

Chi Qishu didn't change his face. He stretched and yawned with a sleepy expression.

"Forget it, since you love chopping wood so much, then chop it. I'll go back and catch up on sleep."

Saying that, Chi Qishu turned around and went back to the room without waiting for Ming Jin to answer.

After closing the door, he suddenly took out the prayer beads in his arms, and threw the scalding thing on the bed with a flick of his hand!

Although the quilt on the bed was not thick, it did not make the slightest sound when the beads fell.

Only then did Chi Qishu walk over, and put his fingers on the beads with a serious face.

The Buddha beads did not move at all, and the temperature of the scalding person had returned to normal.

Without Ming Jin's gaze, the beads returned to normal.

He picked up the beads and turned over on the bed, held the beads in front of his eyes, and carefully observed every trace of lines on them.

If Chi Qishu didn't feel wrong, the material of this Buddha bead should be longan seed.

There are many holes in the longan itself, but maybe it is too old, and the beads have been twisted by the fingers of countless eminent monks, so the holes on them have been smoothed out.

Holding it in the hand, the Buddhist beads are cool to the touch, as if there is a thin film.

The beads of longan seed have the meaning of protection, and are one of the beads that eminent monks love when they chant scriptures.

But where was this Buddhist bead removed?

At this moment, he thought of a possibility, so he immediately got up and walked to the door.

Ming Jin was sitting on the wooden pier for chopping firewood, quietly twisting the prayer beads, the flames danced in front of him, a trace of dryness was transpiring in this not cool season.

One person, one rosary, in this dilapidated small courtyard, is still like a black and white picture scroll.

If Chi Qishu had a camera in his hand at this time, he couldn't help but take pictures of the scene in front of him.

Not for anything else, just for peace of mind.

"Monk!" Chi Qishu shouted.

Ming Jin turned his head, the beads were hanging in his hands, Chi Qishu put his hands on the window frame, and leaned forward.

"Benefactor?" Seeing this, Ming Jin seemed very puzzled.

"Monk, how many beads are there in your hand?"

"One hundred and seven." Ming Jin answered every question.

"As far as I know, there are not one hundred and seven rosary beads, but one hundred and eight."

Ming Jin smiled, but avoided answering Chi Qishu's question, "The benefactor is knowledgeable, it is indeed one hundred and eight."

"Then what about the one you're missing?" Chi Qishu asked.

Ming Jin replied: "Amitabha Buddha is naturally where it should be."

"Oh?" Chi Qishu smiled, "I know where it is, it's here with me."

As he spoke, Chi Qishu twirled the beads between his fingers, slowly crossed the window frame, and lifted them up.

At first Ming Jin didn't care about Chi Qishu's words, he just followed Chi Qishu's meaning and looked at the thing between his fingers, then Ming Jin's expression changed drastically.

For the first time, this monk, who has always been cruel and ruthless, showed an expression other than my Buddha's compassion.

"Monk?" Chi Qishu called out.

Ming Jin's fingers trembled slightly, the hand holding the Buddhist beads could hardly hold the Buddhist beads in his hand, it was so simple, just one Buddhist beads defeated all of Ming Jin's strength.

He recognized this Buddha bead!

In other words, this Buddha bead is always bright!

"Lin Qingzhu," Ming Jin's voice was very calm, very calm, he took two steps forward but never approached, "Where did you get the Buddhist beads in your hand?"

But every word he said was very short and hasty.

During this short and rapid panting, Chi Qishu clearly heard a choking sound.

Putting the Buddhist bead on the window sill, Chi Qishu took two steps back.

The Buddha beads had a chance to identify the object of the task, but seeing Ming Jin's appearance at this time, Chi Qi thought that there was no need to prove it anymore.

When Ming Jin was in a state of turmoil, an enchanted man charged straight at his back!

Chi Qishu was about to intervene, but when Ming Jin was in a state of unrest, he didn't even look at it, and just waved his sleeves, and the enchanter behind him was beaten back intact by his strong sleeve wind!

Putting away the imperial magic bell, Chi Qishu turned around, and he heard extremely slow footsteps behind him.

slowly……

Slowly, walk to the window sill.

All the time in the world seems to have stopped, and there is a lot of red dust, and there is no one who can spy on the fate.

Then, the low sobs carried the grief and indignation of several generations, savoring the loneliness left by being alone, and vented out after thousands of years of time and space.

Chi Qishu sighed inwardly.

It was wrong for Ming Jin to commit so many murders, but even Chi Qishu couldn't explain why.

In fact, Chi Qishu agrees with Ming Jin's words that many things in this world are not caused by good causes.

The monk once killed more than 200 people in the Escort Bureau for a piece of neon clothes, just wanting to give a fiery red wedding dress to the girl in Waguan Village.

But the wedding dress that was contaminated with human life was not sent out in the end, because there were too many right and wrong on it, and those right and wrong were not something a girl from Waguan Village could bear.

The girl has an ordinary life, but the monk has already become a demon.

And it is precisely because the colorful clothes of Phoenix Fire are still in Ming Jin's hands that he has doubts about the identity of Ming Jin's task target.

"Where did you get this prayer bead?" Ming Jin had already regained his composure.

But Ming Jin at this time is different from him in normal times, different from the Buddha holding a prayer bead, and also different from the demon holding a soft sword.

It's somewhere in between.

"I don't know either." Chi Qishu replied.

That buddha bead has been held in Ming Jin's hand, and he looked over when he heard that, "I don't know?"

Chi Qishu nodded. People in this world cannot be told about the mission, but even if they are told, people in this world may not necessarily understand.

Ming Jin looked at Chi Qishu for a moment, then looked away, "Yes, there used to be two souls in your body."

Ming Jin still remembers the first time he saw Lin Qingzhu, Lin Qingzhu even forgot how to use the imperial magic bell...

Chi Qishu didn't breathe a sigh of relief because of the monk's understanding, because the monk in front of him was not a real monk, nor was he a compassionate master, but a murderous devil!

Sure enough, Ming Jin continued: "There should be some way to awaken another soul in your body."

"Wake him up, what about me?" Chi Qishu asked.

Ming Jin's tone was cold, without the slightest hesitation, "What do you have to do with me?"

Chi Qishu was angry, "If you say that, I will commit suicide now, does it have nothing to do with you?"

Ming Jin looked over and saw that the Buddha beads were in his hands, and he seemed to be suppressing his emotions on purpose, "You have taken advantage of someone else's body, and you have gained such a long time, so you should return it."

"Go back?" Chi Qishu laughed angrily, "Since the master was able to see one body and two souls in my body, it should be seen that the other soul in this body has dissipated now!"

Ming Jin's face turned ugly.

"Even if it dissipates, the memory will remain."

Inside and outside the words, Monk Mingjin clearly did not take his life seriously.

Even though Chi Qishu brought the Buddha beads for him, in Ming Jin's eyes, a truth is obviously more important than human life.

"Okay!" Chi Qishu nodded, "I can tell you, but monk, you should also tell me why this bead belongs to you!"

Ming Jin frowned, seemingly puzzled, "Could it be that my one hundred and seven prayer beads still can't prove it?"

"cannot!"