A master of comedy!

Chapter 128 Relics

"Amitabha!"

As the Buddhist chant rang out, Zhou Sheng felt a sudden jolt, but instead of fear, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

A ghostly flame flickered deep within his pupils.

At the same time, he also consulted the Luoshu (a mythical tree) to prepare for divination regarding his future.

But the next moment, a figure shimmering with golden light appeared in front of him, flicked his finger, and a gentle, pure Buddhist light shone upon him.

Zhou Sheng immediately felt warm all over, and wherever the Buddha's light shone, he felt exceptionally relaxed and comfortable, as if he were soaking in a hot spring in the dead of winter.

Having already possessed a strong self-healing ability after being baptized by the vitality of the Three Treasures Tree, and now with the added power of the Buddha's light, the wounds on his body are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Flesh and blood began to grow back on his fist, which was so badly injured that the bone was visible. His broken ribs were gradually healing and he felt a slight itch. A large amount of new blood was flowing through his body, giving his pale face a rosy glow.

The ghost Buddha did not seem to have any ill intentions.

"Thank you, benefactor, for helping this old monk escape from this sea of ​​suffering. I can finally stop aiding and abetting evil."

The ghost Buddha that appeared before Zhou Sheng had regained his senses. He was wearing a bright red kasaya, holding prayer beads, and his eyes were full of compassion and remorse.

Although it is a ghost, it does not feel cold at all; instead, it is full of a warm, peaceful, and tranquil aura.

"Thank you, Master, for healing my wounds."

Zhou Sheng felt that his injuries had healed a lot, so he got up and put his hands together to thank the other party.

This must be the soul of a true high monk. Zhou Sheng could sense that the other party was actually very weak, yet he was still willing to expend Buddhist power to heal him.

"Master, you have profound Buddhist knowledge and must have had extraordinary cultivation in your previous life. Why did you become a puppet of that evil Taoist?"

Feeling the pure and vast Buddhist power, Zhou Sheng couldn't help but feel very puzzled.

This master seemed unfathomable to him. If he could be so powerful even after death, what level must he have reached in life?
His cultivation level must be far superior to that of the demonic cultivator, so how could he have fallen to this state?

"Amitabha!"

Upon hearing this question, the old monk chanted a Buddhist prayer once more and, filled with remorse, recounted the whole story.

"My Buddhist name is Cizhou. I was born in Yaofo Temple in Qingzhou. In order to break through the mental barrier, I traveled all over the world, healing the sick and saving people, and subduing demons. After twenty-seven years, I finally glimpsed a trace of the truth."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Sheng's heart stirred, and he immediately gained a clearer understanding of the difficulty of the first three levels.

This master was a cultivator at the fifth level during his lifetime, but it took him twenty-seven years of comprehension to finally grasp a trace of the mystery of breaking through the barrier of intent.

"When I was in seclusion and about to catch a glimpse of inspiration, I heard the cry of a baby."

"At that time, there was a blizzard, and I don't know if it was an illusion or reality. If it was real, how could the baby have survived?"

"So you gave up the hard-won opportunity to break through to the next realm and chose to leave the pass to investigate?"

The old monk nodded and said, "Saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda, let alone a child. I can still comprehend and break through in the future, but if this person dies, how can I bring him back to life?"

Zhou Sheng remained silent, a sense of admiration rising in his heart.

After twenty-seven years of wandering and arduous cultivation, he finally touched the threshold of breaking through the barrier, but he resolutely gave it up because of a child's cry.

This is a true monk.

"Fortunately, it was not a hallucination, but a real baby abandoned by the roadside, suffering from severe poisoning, with all the meridians in his body severed, and only his heart meridian still had a glimmer of hope."

Zhou Sheng's eyes flashed, and he sneered, "Why did you have to come at the exact moment of your breakthrough, and just when you were poisoned and injured? This was all arranged to deplete your magical power!"

The old monk sighed, "Everything is just as the layman said. However, if I do not save the child, he will surely die. The Buddha is compassionate; how can I stand by and watch him die?"

"I was greatly exhausted in order to save that child, and that evil Taoist attacked me while I was healing. In the end, I died at his hands, and even my soul was controlled by him."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Sheng couldn't help but sigh.

In terms of cultivation, that evil Taoist was far from being a match for Master Cizhou, but the other party had grasped the master's fatal weakness: kindness.

First, the infant was used to deplete his magical power, and then a sneak attack was launched. All of this shows that the evil Taoist had been planning this for a long time. "Although I lost my life at his hands, my cultivation level was far above his. Even though I was affected by the evil magic of the Yinshan Sect, I did not completely lose the power to resist. Therefore, the evil Taoist could only seal me in his body and use evil magic to refine me, trying to erase my consciousness."

"Fortunately, you subdued the demon with swift and decisive means, otherwise I might not have been able to hold on."

At this point, the old monk clasped his hands together and bowed again to Zhou Sheng to express his gratitude.

The gentle Buddha light had become extremely faint, even appearing and disappearing intermittently, as if it might be extinguished at any moment.

Zhou Sheng quickly said, "Master, please stop healing me."

Unexpectedly, the old monk shook his head and said, "After being refined by that evil magic for many years, my primordial spirit has long since become one with that demonic Taoist. At the moment of his death, I was destined to dissipate."

"The reason I've held on until now is because there are two things I'd like to ask you to do for me."

Zhou Sheng was taken aback upon hearing this, and felt inexplicably touched.

This means that Master Cizhou knew that he would die if the demonic Taoist died, yet he still chose to stand by and watch.

"Please speak."

"The first thing is the baby I rescued in the snowstorm."

The old monk sighed, "Although I saved his life, I cannot guide him onto the right path. That evil Taoist took him in as his disciple. I beg you, benefactor, to spare his life."

Zhou Sheng remained silent, his heart filled with complex emotions as he recalled the young Taoist boy who had already died tragically.

"it is good."

He chose to lie because he really didn't want Master Cizhou to learn this cruel news before he disappeared.

"Thank you, benefactor. As for the second matter..."

A flicker of memory crossed the old monk's eyes. He looked up at the autumn leaves slowly falling around him, and a hopeful smile appeared on his lips.

"The falling leaves startle my lingering dream; the dim lamplight illuminates my traveler's clothes."

"I'm not afraid of being laughed at, but I'm terribly homesick."

“If you have the time, please send my relics to Yaofo Temple in Qingzhou and give them to my abbot brother.”

"If I could hear the ancient temple bells from the afterlife, my soul would find peace."

The golden soul gradually dissipated, and in his final moments, he seemed to hear the familiar sound of the morning bell once more.

His senior brother shook him, telling him to get up and do his morning prayers.

Back then, he was just a young novice monk who would roll around in bed, unwilling to get up. Little did he know that in the blink of an eye, he would be sixty years old.

"Master, do you have any regrets?"

Seeing that the other party was about to disappear, Zhou Sheng couldn't help but ask.

"regret."

Cizhou looked at Zhou Sheng and nodded without any hesitation, and said with a smile, "I deeply regret that I did not voluntarily disperse my soul back then, otherwise you would not have had such a difficult time in tonight's fierce battle."

Amitabha!

The last recitation of the Buddha's name was abruptly cut off before it could be finished.

A relic shimmering with a faint golden light slowly floated down and was caught by Zhou Sheng.

It was as light as a pebble, yet he felt inexplicably heavy.

After decades of life, he ended up all alone, leaving behind only a relic.

After all, there are still true monks in this world.

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(End of this chapter)