If you don't hate you, you won't become a Buddha

"The abbot is here!"

Someone shouted.

The chaotic scene in the courtyard fell silent, and the panicked monks turned their heads, only to see Master Kong rushing into the courtyard.

Xu Shi was too anxious, he didn't even have time to put on the master's cassock when he was empty, he only wore a monk's robe, and the soles of his shoes were not firmly stepped on. The first time he crossed the threshold, he saw the glaring pool of blood.

Master Kong's lips trembled, and he walked a few steps quickly with his Zen staff, and came to Simian's body.

"Master..."

Hearing the sound of the Zen staff hitting the ground, Si Guan, who was sitting on the ground dumbly, suddenly came back to his senses, looked at Kong Kong, his voice was hoarse and trembling, and he spoke incoherently: "Si, Junior Brother Si Mian, he... I... I don't know him." ..."

On the way here, I have heard the monk tell the story upside down, but I haven't seen it with my own eyes, and I still have luck in my heart.But now that the body was broken and blood was flowing everywhere, that luck was smashed to pieces.

He leaned low to lift Simian's body up, opened his eyelids and looked at it, then wiped off the blood on his face, looked around at the terrified monks, and fixed his eyes on the man who was still somewhat calm. On Si Qi and Si Yuan, he sighed deeply: "Si Yuan, Si Qi, you two go to the cellar to find a coffin and put Simian away."

Hearing this order, Si Qi pulled back his thoughts from the daze, glanced at Si Yuan who appeared at the side who didn't know when, and replied in a low voice: "Yes, Master."

Master Kongle is the anchor of Zhaowen Temple.

After the arrangements were made one by one, the monks gradually came back to their senses, and accompanied Si Guan to the abbot's Zen room with complicated expressions, leaving a few people to clean the yard.

"Brother Simian... just died like this?"

On the way to the cellar in the backyard, Si Qi still couldn't believe it.

For many years, Zhaowen Temple has been a peaceful and clean life for the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha, not to mention human life lawsuits, and there is not even the slightest disturbance.But now such a strange and important event suddenly happened, which was unacceptable for a while.

"Yesterday...Senior brother Simian helped me carry water..." He belatedly felt a terrified pain, and his eyes were also red.

Siyuan, who was walking in front, looked back at Siqi, the wind lamp in his hand was shaking, and his face was blurred.

"Junior brother Siqi, you are still young and don't understand many things." Siyuan said suddenly, "You think Simian treats you well and is a good person, right?"

The little monk glanced at Siyuan's side face, gathered the collar of the monk's robe, and did not speak.

Siyuan sneered: "Bring water for you... Simian usually helps Brother Siguan carry water, chop firewood, copy scriptures, and specially made an excellent Ningshen incense by himself, just for Brother Siguan to sleep well. Good sleep. You have a pure heart, so you can't see... who in this temple has a better appearance, who hasn't been courteous? Sometimes, the pure place of Buddhism... is also a place full of filth. Otherwise, you say, a Why do temples keep coffins in the cellar all the year round?"

A layer of cold sweat spread on Si Qi's back.

Hearing this kind of remarks for the first time, he was shocked and chilled, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Siyuan didn't seem to ask for his answer, and walked to the cellar door a few steps, took out the key and opened the lock.

Siqi had never been to this cellar before, but Siyuan was familiar with the road, opened the door for a while, and gave Siqi a wind lamp: "Light it up for me at the door, and I will take out the coffin."

After speaking, Siyuan walked in.

"take?"

Si Qi noticed the words Si Yuan used, and subconsciously stretched out the lantern in his hand towards the door, spreading out a dim yellow light, illuminating most of the cellar.

The cellar is not big, it can even be said to be small.It was pitch black, and there was a pile of dusty steps winding down, and a gust of cold air climbed up the steps, making Si Qi shiver uncontrollably.

He took a closer look, but he didn't see any coffin inside, but there was a cold mist, and it seemed that there were many ice cubes.

Siyuan's figure was stretched too long by the thin light of the wind lamp.

He seemed to bend down to pick up something, then turned around and walked out.With the help of the light, Si Qi saw clearly that Si Yuan was holding a jar of cold water in his hand.

"The coffin..." Si Qi was surprised.

Siyuan locked the cellar door behind his back, weighed the jar in his hand, "Isn't this the one?"

He caught a glimpse of Siqi's astonished expression, a sneer flashed in his eyes, and walked back while saying, "Junior brother Siqi, you are an abandoned baby, and you have been raised in the temple since you were a child. It has been seventeen or eighteen years. , don’t you know at all?”

"Know what?" Si Qi felt that Si Yuan was a little strange today.

Siyuan gave Siqi a deep look: "In today's world, there are no more than a thousand warlocks, and there are many more than ordinary people. Those who become warlocks rely on ancestral secret treasures, and those who have opportunities from God. There are those who are artificially transformed by Yuxian...then how do you guess how the generation after generation of sorcerers in our Zhaowen Temple got here?"

In the entire Zhaowen Temple, most of them are ordinary monks, and only three of them became warlocks.Empty Master, Siguan, and Siyuan.

Si Qi didn't know much about these things, so he hesitated for a moment, but finally didn't speak, and shook his head with a frown.

"The warlocks of Zhaowen Temple manipulated rubies to purify grievances, where did these rubies come from?" Siyuan looked at Siqi, with a weird smile on his lips, "I don't know if there are monsters in the world... But devils and ghosts, we are raising them."

Si Qi paused and looked up in astonishment.

But Siyuan avoided his sight, regained a slightly sad look, and sighed: "Junior Brother Siqi, hurry up, don't make Simian wait."

After all, it didn't matter if Si Qi could keep up or not, he just quickened his pace and rushed out of the backyard at a brisk pace.

Many monks were washing the blood in the yard, and Tibo's eyes were full of fear and consternation.

When Si Qi chased after her out of breath, Si Yuan just poured the cold water from the pot into Simian's mouth, and then moved Simian into a thin-skinned coffin that appeared in the courtyard at an unknown time.

The coffin was carried into a makeshift mourning hall.

Master Kong sat on the futon at the front and said to the gathered monks: "I know all about Siguan and Simian. Both of them have their faults. Simian is dead, and the dead are not to be held accountable. ...I have destroyed his ruby, and I am no longer a magician of Zhaowen Temple, so at dawn today, I will open the door and drive him out of the temple."

All the monks knew how much the abbot valued the precepts, and no one dared to intercede.

Si Qi hesitated and wanted to speak, but his mouth was covered with a hand, and he was led into a corner full of shadows.

Buried in the collar of the man's shirt all night, Si Qi guessed who it was the moment the hand stretched out, and didn't struggle, letting the owner of the hand drag him slowly behind.

"Master Yan..."

The hand covering his mouth and nose was released, Si Qi glanced at Yan Ling who was still dumb, and pressed his ear to his ear and whispered, "I don't think something is right."

Yan Ling slowly stretched out a finger, and pressed it on the young monk's lips, signaling him to keep silent.

Si Qi pursed his lips and leaned closer to Yan Ling.

The hall was silent for a while, seeing that no one had any objections, the master sighed when it was empty, his complexion seemed to have aged many years in an instant, he was silent for a moment, and continued: "Without a warlock, the strength in the temple will not be as good as before. , these few days I want to get from among you again..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a rough knock on the door.

"Go and see..."

Before anyone could react, the sound turned from a knock to a smash, and with a bang, a tyrannical brute force broke the gate of the temple open.

Almost at the same time, a stream of light flew over from the sky, like a star, approaching in an instant, and landed in the courtyard in front of the mourning hall, where a middle-aged man with a sense of immortality appeared.

"Xian, Xianren?!"

The monks' eyes widened in surprise.

The middle-aged man who came from Yujian looked haughty, glanced contemptuously at the crowd, then looked at the few people who came in behind and smashed the door, and mercilessly reprimanded: "The matter assigned by the superior is so inconvenient. , I want to go there myself! How long will it take to walk down one by one? The spirit beasts are given to you so that you can sit and fly, or keep them as decorations?!"

The faces of several young people who came in were flushed by the training, and one of them said: "Uncle Shi, I can't stop that tiger, it has eaten several mortals..."

The middle-aged man said displeased: "It's just eating a few mortals, what are you afraid of? Forget it, you don't need this matter, I will go there with the sword, and then notify a few temples."

After finishing speaking, he ignored the young men standing at the door, and turned to look at the people of Zhaowen Temple.

All the monks and the master have walked out of the mourning hall.

Yan Ling led Si Qi to follow at the end, his dull eyes rested on the middle-aged man for a while, and then dropped again.

"Are you the abbot of this temple?"

The middle-aged man glanced away, fixed on Master Kong, frowned and said, "It's a warlock, yes, it's just you."

He nodded perfunctorily, and pulled out a jade slip from his sleeve, "This is a token for customs clearance. It will arrive at the Hanging Island in Mobei within seven days. If it doesn't come by, your temple is full, so there is no need to leave it."

Everyone was shocked.

The few young monks who were excited at first by seeing the immortal who had the ability to escape from the sky turned into surprise in an instant, and looked at the middle-aged man in horror, as if they couldn't understand why the immortal who was rumored to be able to save sentient beings would be so cruel.

A look of surprise flashed across Master Kong's face.

He caught the jade slip and said in a low voice: "I don't know what the hanging island that the immortal master said is..."

The middle-aged man said impatiently: "It's the secret realm that appeared in the sky above Mobei 18 years ago... If you talk too much, you won't know, but you can see it when you walk to Mobei. Well, I have something to wait for, don't stay longer, you Let's go as soon as possible."

He scribbled a few words, then dropped the tip of his sword again and flew into the sky.

The person who smashed the door looked at each other for a moment, then left without saying a word.

The streamer is like a long rainbow, passing away suddenly.

"This is the immortal..." A monk murmured.

The monks were stunned by the sudden turn of events, and they came back to their senses and hurriedly said, "Master, are you really going to Mobei? What will you do in the temple when you leave?"

Master Kong smiled wryly and said: "Go, how can people not go?"

He turned around, faced a pair of bewildered eyes, and smiled gently: "It's okay, it shouldn't take much time to go here, and the elders are busy. During my absence, the temple will take care of business. ..." He looked around at the crowd, and when he reached the point of his mouth, Siguan stopped abruptly.He almost forgot that his most proud disciple had already been kicked out of the gate by him.

"Leave it to Siyuan." Master Kong finally said.

There is only one warlock left, and he has to rely heavily on it.

After comforting the monks a few more words, the master told the others to disperse, leaving only Siyuan alone, as if he wanted to confess something.

Siqi Shensibudi and Yan Ling went back to the room, and paused when passing by the courtyard.

The floor tiles have been cleaned very well, only the dark blood stains remain in the long and narrow gaps.

"How could so many things happen this day..."

The little monk entered the room and sat down on the bed, stared blankly at Yanling, then suddenly repeated what Siyuan had said to him, and then said in a low voice, "Young Master Yan, you are not from Zhaowen Temple, you are not from Zhaowen Temple. Clever, bystanders can tell, what do you think Brother Siyuan means?"

Yan Ling sat on the chair and remained silent.

Si Qi waited for a while but didn't get an answer, and then suddenly remembered that he couldn't speak during the day, so he leaned over annoyed, squatted in front of Yan Ling, and put his chin on Yan Ling's knee without notice: " Master Yan, you said it would be great if you could move and talk during the day like last night? Although you are quite shameless when you move..."

Yan Ling almost laughed angrily, who is shameless?

But he couldn't laugh, and he didn't want to laugh. He moved his fingers, opened Si Qi's palm, and slowly wrote a few words.

"No, can, fly?"

Si Qi looked at the palm of his hand in puzzlement, "Can't fly? What do you mean?" He frowned, and suddenly realized, "You mean... that fairy today, can't fly? No, it should be... You think he shouldn't fly?" He can fly, but he just flew here?"

Yan Ling nodded slightly.

"How do you know?" Si Qi was surprised.

how do you know?

He didn't know why he knew, but he came up with this weird idea the first time he saw the middle-aged man.

Can't fly, why can't immortals fly with their swords in the mortal world?And he... why would he think so?

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