Conspiracy

Chapter 73

Su Zhen put her hands together and bent down reverently.

"The benefactor came here in the middle of the night, but I have something to ask." His voice was strong and long, which seemed to be able to dissolve the hostility of all things, making people feel peaceful.

The tone is so firm?Could it be that he knew she would come?
"Master, can you recognize dust?"

"The eminent monk who has left the dust has his heart in helping the world. It is said that he has long been converted into an immortal, and has a golden body to become a Buddha."

Su Zhen was a little excited when she heard the words, "He is really dead. Er. Master, you mean he really passed away?"

"Yes, but the legend is not entirely true."

"What's the meaning of this?"

"There are also rumors that Chen could become a Buddha, but because of his attachment to the world of mortals, he fell into reincarnation."

It turned out that Yin Shen hadn't lied, but since he had died a long time ago, how could he help her to be reborn?

"Aren't the monks all six senses pure? Why is he still trapped in the world?"

"People are born to experience eight hardships. It is rumored that Chen once moved his heart and fell in love with a woman, so that his morality was ruined."

The monk moved the heart? !

Su Zhen suddenly had a splitting headache, and the sound of chanting sutras sounded again, and the inner Yuan Dan in her spiritual consciousness was running rapidly, and she felt that the discomfort disappeared, and she felt much better.

"Benefactor, don't try to change the fate of others, otherwise you will definitely affect yourself."

"Do you know who I am?" Su Zhen asked vigilantly.

"Amitabha." He didn't answer, but continued to twist the beads.

"Being in the six realms, existence is reasonable. Could it be that what you monks call helping the world and saving people is just following the destiny, seeing people who are about to die, you can see that death is not saved?"

"But the donor is different, because of the variables in the calamity."

"Variation?" Su Zhen's eyes were deep, and spiritual power surged in her hands, "Who the hell are you?"

"The poor monk's name is light." He turned around slowly, his face was benevolent, his eyebrows and beard had turned white, and his eyes were calm and unwavering.

"Master Qingmiao of Yunshuang Temple?"

"Amitabha, if the benefactor tries to change the rules of heaven and earth again, he will definitely be killed by him."

"Again? When did I correct it?" Su Zhen searched her memory and asked tentatively, "You mean Xiao Chuhong?"

Her heart seemed to fluctuate and beat with the slight sound of beating the wooden fish.

Qing Miao didn't answer, but took out a wooden hollow cylinder from the cuff, about three inches, the thickness of three fingers, and the lines in the hollow interweaved to form a strange pattern.

"Master, what is this?"

"This thing is given to the benefactor. The poor monk only knows that the pattern comes from the jacaranda flower, and it is for Chen's favorite thing."

Su Zhen's vision blurred for a while, she seemed to see Zeng Yuyi planting a seed somewhere, but why couldn't she see his face clearly?

Just when Su Zhen wanted to ask more questions, she heard Mo Sheng's voice from outside, "My lord, a guard has come in."

She gritted her teeth, walked to the window and opened a crack, looked back at Qing Miao, quickly opened the window and jumped out.

After a while, a guard came in with a very respectful attitude, "Master, the general invites you to go to the mourning hall to chant scriptures."

"Amitabha." Qing Miao stood up calmly, as if nothing had happened just now.

Su Zhen and Mo Sheng left the General's Mansion, it's midnight now.After the curfew, the streets were already empty, and the shops and restaurants were closed. The only bright colors were probably the paper lanterns hanging in front of every house.

"Young master, look at the sky!"

Su Zhen raised her head and saw sky lanterns slowly rising into the sky, the bright yellow candlelight illuminated the dark night sky as if it were daytime.Like the radiance in the sky full of stars, it ignites the hope in people's hearts.The dark golden light flashed across her pupils, and on the white and flawless paper outside the sky lantern, all the sincere and sad words were reflected in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)