Chapter 1147

His eyebrows were white, and his cassock was as shabby as the hut, but it was very clean. Obviously, he had paid attention to it deliberately and didn't get a drop of soil.

Hearing the cry, the old monk slowly straightened his waist, turned and raised his head. His turbid eyes were opposite to Li futu's.

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

"Thank you, benefactor Li, for your coming. If you are not welcome, please welcome Haihan."

The old monk apologized. Like Xuanwei, he clearly met Li futu for the first time, but he seemed very familiar with them.

Moreover, the tone is very modest.

"Master longkong, you are honored as a living Buddha in the world. How dare you greet you?"

Li futu stood in the same place, looking at the kind-hearted old monk, his eyes were neither hot nor hot, neither happy nor sad.

Gong Zhengyu said that he should come here to have a look. He just asked him to come here to have a look.

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

"Please sit inside, benefactor Li."

The old monk stretched out his hand into the hut.

"No, I just want to see the master, so I don't have to do much talking."

Li futu didn't move.

"The master is very old. In farming like this, it's still artificial. Don't be too tired. I hope you can take care of yourself and live a long life."

Although Gong Zhengyu's tone is still full of resentment, Li futu believes that Gong Zhengyu knows that his mother's death is really not to blame on the old man in front of him.

Life in the world, at least to be clear.

"Thank you, benefactor Li."

The old monk showed a smile on his face and saluted Li futu.

Li futu looked at him for a moment, then nodded, intending to turn and leave.

"Please wait a moment, benefactor Li."

The old monk stopped him.

Li futu looked back, his eyes narrowed in vain, and then quickly reached out and held a sharp stone like thing firmly in his hand.

"When we meet for the first time, a little gift is no respect."

With his old voice, Li futu raised his hand and slowly spread it out.

A stone like thing quietly lying in his palm, emitting a touch of warmth, and seems to be still faint beating, like a very small heart.

"This is Sariki? "

"Li Shi's ideas are really profound."

The old monk nodded and laughed, as if what he had thrown out was just a small, insignificant stone.

"Yes, this is the sariki."

Sariki, which is the result of the death of an eminent monk, is very rare. Every sariki is a treasure of Buddhism!

"This gift is too expensive for me to accept."

Although the sariki is not as mysterious as the rumor, and there is no grand scene in martial arts novels, such a small thing has a huge symbolic significance to Buddhism.

"Benefactor Li, this is not true. The relic is precious, but it's beyond anyone's criticism to give it to you."

Li futu frowned slightly and didn't understand his meaning.

The old monk looked at the relic lying in his palm and said with a smile, "because it is yours."

Under Li futu's puzzled eyes, the old monk looked back and said slowly, "when your mother went down the mountain, I planned to give her this relic. She didn't want it. She said that she would come back to take it next time and let me take care of it. But I didn't expect that it would be more than ten years."

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

"Now, it's back to the owner."

Li futu was half silent, and his five fingers gradually tightened. After all, he held the relic in his hand.

"Thank you for cultivating my mother."

The old monk shook his head and laughed.

"Your mother is predestined with my Buddha. I just did what I should do."

"Master, the younger generation will leave first."

The old monk put his hands together and looked down, "the poor monk will not be far away."

"Master, hold on."

Li futu nodded, finally looked at the old monk who had trained his mother and Gong Zhengyu, and then turned around.

The old monk put his hands together in front of his chest, and did not look up until Li futu's back disappeared.

"Martial uncle, did you really give him the relic?"

Master Xuanwei, the director of Qixia Temple, did not know when he appeared beside the old monk.

"I don't blame the poor monk, do I?"

The old monk slowly raised his head and asked in a soft voice,

"of course not. Xuanwei will support any decision made by martial uncle."

Xuanwei immediately declared his position, but then he stopped.

"The host has something to say, but it doesn't hurt to say it."The old monk saw Xuanwei's desire to talk and stop.

"Martial uncle, although he is Qingsi's child, anyway, he is the emperor of hell, the leader of a group of evil spirits, with countless bloody hands. If you give him the relic, will it be regarded as..."

After a pause, Xuanwei still spoke and finished his words Helping the tyrant? "

The old monk looked at the round arch.

"Host, what is right and evil?"

Xuanwei was silent for a moment, and responded: "those who are in line with the interests of the majority of the public are positive, while those who are in line with the interests of a very small number of the public are evil."

The old monk turned his head and asked with a smile, "does the abbot think that we Buddhists represent the interests of the majority of the people, or the interests of a very small number of the people?"

Xuanwei put his hands together and said, "Amitabha."

"The way of heaven, the way of Shura, the way of human life, the way of animal, the way of hungry ghost and the way of hell are all in samsara. The Bodhisattva frowns, so the six ways of compassion, the golden and angry eyes, also subdue the four demons. The Buddha does not just sit in the sky, never forget that there are gods in hell."

"In the world of mortals, everyone will wear a coat. In the eyes of different people, it will show different colors, just like our cassock. In the eyes of believers, it is bright and sacred, but what if it falls into the eyes of Taoist immortal? It's just showy and sensational. "

"Thank you for your instruction. Xuanwei has been taught."

Xuanwei faced the old monk and gave a deep gift.

"In the dark, there is a certain number. If I didn't allow Qingsi to go down the mountain, then nothing would happen. So, it's not appropriate to help the tyrant. I have to take at least half of the responsibility for the child's bloody hands. "

"Don't say that, martial uncle. It's the will of heaven."

"Yes, it's the will of heaven."

The old monk sighed softly.

"That relic is originally a green silk thing. I should give it to her child. If the child really loses his heart in the future, the host can rest assured that I will be responsible for the end and do justice for heaven."

"Uncle, I'm serious.

Xuanwei road.

He couldn't see it. Martial uncle made up for the debt he owed to his disciple.

The Lord of the earth, as the emperor of the world, with the help of the sariki, how far will his strength go in time?

It's impossible to speculate.

I hope you haven't lost your sight, otherwise Buddhism may really cultivate a terrible devil.

Xuanwei looked solemn and closed his eyes slowly.

"Amitabha."