The arrogance of the city

Chapter 1146 Relics

His eyebrows were grizzled, and the cassock on his body was as worn out as the thatched hut, but it was very clean. Obviously, he had paid attention to it deliberately, and it was not stained with a single drop of dirt.

Hearing the shout, the old monk straightened up slowly, turned around, raised his head, and met Li Futu's eyes with cloudy eyes.

Master Xuanwei, the abbot of Qixia Temple, saluted the old monk, and then retreated silently.

"Benefactor Li is here, and I am far away to welcome you, but I still look forward to Haihan."

The old monk apologized, like Xuan Wei, it was clearly the first time he met Li Futu, but it seemed to be very familiar.

And, the tone is very humble.

"Master Longkong is serious. You are hailed as a living Buddha, and you are highly respected. How dare the younger generation bother you to welcome you?"

Li Futu stood where he was, looking at the benevolent old monk, his eyes neither angry nor angry, neither happy nor sad.

Gong Zhengyu said that he should come here to take a look, but he just asked him to come here to take a look.

After all, this is where my mother used to live.

"Benefactor Li, please sit inside."

The old monk stretched out his hand towards the hut.

"No need, this junior just came to see the master, so I won't bother you much."

Li Futu remained motionless.

"Master is old. For this kind of farming, it is better to use someone else's hands. Don't overwork. I hope Master can take care of his body and live a long and safe life."

The events of that year have passed, and although Gong Zhengyu's tone still contained resentment, Li Futu believed that Gong Zhengyu knew very well in his heart that the death of his mother could not be blamed on the old man in front of him.

In life, one must at least be clear about grievances and grievances.

"Thank you, Benefactor Li."

A smile appeared on the old monk's face, and he saluted Li Futu.

Li Futu stared at him for a while, then nodded, and immediately planned to turn around and leave.

"Benefactor Li, please wait a moment."

The old monk stopped him.

Li Futu turned his head, his eyes narrowed in vain, and then quickly stretched out his hand, firmly holding a stone-like thing that pierced through the air.

"When we meet for the first time, a small gift is not a respect."

Following the old voice, Li Futu raised his hand and slowly spread his palm.

A stone-like thing lay quietly in his palm, exuding a faint warmth, and seemed to be beating faintly, like a very small heart.

"This is... a relic?!"

"Benefactor Li is indeed very knowledgeable."

The old monk nodded and smiled, as if what he threw was just an insignificant pebble, and his tone was calm.

"Yes, this is the relic."

Relics, transformed by the death of eminent monks, are very rare, and each one can be said to be the most precious treasure of Buddhism!
"This gift is too expensive, I can't accept it."

Li Futu immediately refused. Although the relic was not as mysterious as the rumors, and it did not have the grand scene of the sky full of sunshine as soon as it was born in martial arts novels, such a small thing is very important to the Buddhists. The symbolic meaning is too huge.

"Benefactor Li's words are wrong. The relics are precious, but if they are given to you, benefactor Li, no one can blame them."

Li Futu frowned slightly, puzzled.

The old monk glanced at the relic lying in his palm, and said with a smile, "Because it was originally yours."

Under Li Futu's puzzled gaze, the old monk revealed memories, and slowly said: "Back then, when your mother came down the mountain, I planned to give this relic to her, but she didn't want it, and said she would wait for her next time Come back up the mountain to pick it up, and let me keep it for you, but I didn't expect this storage to last for more than ten years."

The old monk's eyes moved down and landed on the bright red relic again.

"Now, it can be regarded as returning to the original owner."

Li Futu remained silent for a while, gradually clenched his five fingers, and finally held the relic in his hand.

"Thank you, master, for cultivating my mother back then."

The old monk shook his head and smiled.

"Your mother has a predestined relationship with my Buddha. The poor monk just did what he should do."

"Master, the junior will take his leave first."

The old monk clasped his hands together, lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, "The poor monk will not be far away."

"Master stay here."

Li Futu nodded, and finally took a look at the old monk who raised his mother and Gong Zhengyu, and turned around immediately.

The old monk put his palms together in front of his chest, and did not raise his head until Li Futu's back disappeared.

"Uncle, did you really give him the relic?"

Master Xuanwei, the abbot of Qixia Temple, appeared beside the old monk at some point.

"The host won't blame the poor monk, will he?"

The old monk raised his head slowly and asked softly,

"Of course not. No matter what the uncle decides, Xuanwei will definitely support it."

Xuanwei made his statement immediately, but he paused while speaking.

"The host has something to say, but it's okay to say it."

The old monk saw that Xuanwei hesitated to speak.

"Uncle, although he is Qingsi's child, but no matter what, he is the Emperor Yan of the underworld after all, the leader of a group of evil spirits, with countless blood on his hands. Would it be considered a good thing if you handed over the relic to him? ..."

After a pause, Xuan Wei still spoke, and finished speaking: "...helping the evildoers?"

The old monk looked at the circular arch.

"Master, what is righteous and what is evil?"

Xuanwei was silent for a moment, then responded: "What is in the interest of the majority of the public is right, and what is in the interest of a very small number of the public is evil."

The old monk turned his head and asked with a smile: "The host thinks, our Buddhist school represents the interests of the majority of the public, or the interests of a very small number of the public?"

Xuanwei clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha."

"The way of heaven, the way of Asura, the way of the human world, the way of animals, the way of hungry ghosts, and the way of hell are all in the cycle of reincarnation. The Bodhisattva lowers his eyebrows, so the six ways of compassion and the angry eyes of the Vajra also subdue the four demons. The Buddha not only sits in the sky, never forget Yes, there are gods in hell."

"In the world of mortals, everyone will wear a coat, which will show different colors in the eyes of different people, just like the cassock on our body, in the eyes of believers, it is bright and sacred, but if it falls in the Taoist fairy house What do you think? It’s nothing more than a bunch of flowers, just to please the public.”

"Thank you uncle for teaching, Xuanwei has been taught."

Xuanwei faced the old monk and saluted deeply.

"In the dark, there is a definite number. If I did not allow Qingsi to go down the mountain, then nothing would have happened. Therefore, it is not appropriate to help the evildoer. I have to bear at least half of the bloody hands of this child." responsibility."

"Uncle, you must not say that, God's will cannot be violated."

"Yes, God's will cannot be violated."

The old monk sighed softly.

"That relic is originally a thing of blue silk. I should give it to her child. If the child really loses his heart in the future, the host can rest assured that I, Long Kong, will take responsibility to the end and act for the heavens."

"Uncle Master is serious.

Xuanwei Road.

He couldn't tell that the uncle made up for the debt he owed his disciple back then to this child.

The lord of the underworld, being the emperor of the world, and with the help of relics, how far will his strength rise in time?

Can't guess.

I hope the uncle didn't miss it, otherwise Buddhism might really cultivate a terrible demon.

Xuanwei looked solemn, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Amitabha."

(End of this chapter)