Chapter 860

From the beginning of questioning, to the back of the unwarranted charges, until now Abbot Cicheng called martial uncle, let alone other monks, even I was shocked.

When I spread my mind and scanned the whole temple, I found several hanging paintings in the depth of the temple, one of which was my master!

It's just the Ren Tu in the painting. It's not the Tu of slaughter. It's the way of the road.

I gradually came to understand that the real name of master is benevolence.

Monk Deshan was shocked at first, and then he didn't believe it. He took the lead and denied: "you must be pretending. Uncle rentu has been missing for many years. He doesn't know whether he is dead or alive. If you pretend to be uncle Shizu, we can't stand it."

After hearing this, abbot Cicheng suppressed the disbelief. He slowly picked up the stick on the ground and knocked it hard on the ground. He said kindly, "younger martial brother Deshan, don't be aggressive and pay attention to justice in everything. If benefactor Zhang can prove it, what if I call him uncle Cicheng?"

"There is a proper explanation for the origin of his Lianti Sutra, because this Lianti sutra was in the charge of shishuzu many years ago, which was obtained by our temple by accident hundreds of years ago. So please explain it clearly. After all, this is a treasure. If there is any offence in our temple, please forgive me."

The Abbot's words are polite and regular.

But monk Deshan made it clear that I was a thief and insisted that I was a fake. He even took my master as his brush. He was not worthy to be a monk!

So I gathered my divine consciousness again and instilled a memory of my master and myself into their consciousness.

God knows, memory comes.

Monk Deshan's face was startled and his expression changed dramatically. He called out: "what is this? Why did you get in my head? "

Together with several monks around, they were all the same. When they looked at each other, they could not hide their shock.

"This is shishuzu!"

"Whose memory is this?"

"Uncle, are you dead? It's impossible! "

Abbot Cicheng looked moved and asked, "benefactor Zhang, what's your... Means?"

"You don't need to know. You just need to know my identity. Do you still doubt it?" I said.

Monk Deshan didn't dare to talk nonsense any more. After he felt the memory of divine consciousness, his eyes even changed. He stepped back uncontrollably and was scared to hair.

Liu Ming also felt the divine memory and gave me a wink, as if to express his respect.

I nodded slightly, then stepped forward, no one dared to stop.

Abbot Cicheng put down his position, took the initiative to lead the way, and said with a smile, "it's little martial uncle. Cicheng is offended. Since little martial uncle is here for scriptures, it's OK to have a look as little martial uncle."

"Then lead the way. I'll only look at you a few times, and I won't rob you. Don't worry." I passed by monk Deshan and swaggered on purpose.

Monk Deshan almost didn't get angry with me, but he still had to follow me and call me martial uncle.

When I came to an attic, abbot Cicheng and I were sitting in the master's seat, while monk Deshan and several martial brothers could only stand on one side, which was very funny.

With a wave of his hand, abbot Cicheng immediately sent someone to fetch the Scriptures. While waiting, he said, "Uncle Shi, his old man has been missing for many years, but he didn't expect to have an apprentice. It's really moving."

"Well, I'd better call you abbot. Just call me Zhang Quan. I just want to ask why my master and his old man disappeared in those years?" I picked my eyebrows and wanted to know more about Shifu's past.

At this time, monk Deshan came over with a cup of tea. He changed his face faster than magic. He was full of flattery and said with a smile, "little martial uncle, how can I call you a taboo? Why shishuzu disappeared is almost a mystery here. No one can know the reason why he left. Maybe he copied this Scripture and took it away, but it doesn't matter. Shishuzu copied it and then copied it. Anyway, he is in charge of it, and you are his apprentice. "

How to listen, this is nothing.

But when I think about it, I suddenly find something wrong.

The memory of the brand of divine consciousness can only be found in the Scripture of that being. If the master himself copied it, where did the above divine memory come from?

Because I have tried, as long as it is transcribed by others, including myself, it can't disperse the brand of divine consciousness, that is to say, it is a simple Scripture.

I suddenly widened my eyes, thinking that this is too strange, can there be two training classics? Or maybe the reason why master left has something to do with this other book?

The more I think about it, the more confused I am. My mind seems to be limited and I can't get the answer at all.

Simply, I deliberately inquired about master's past here to see if I could get some clues.

As a result, abbot Cicheng politely told me a lot of unimportant things."My uncle is an old man. He has a high reputation here."

"I didn't expect it to disappear overnight."

"I still remember that when I was a child, I was naughty. My uncle beat my ass again."

At last, the three disciples presented the scriptures with their hands. They looked respectful and didn't dare to profane them, just like holy things.

Abbot Cicheng looked at me and said with a smile, "little martial uncle, since you want to see it, you can see it."

as like as two peas, I didn't think too much about it. I took it directly in my hand. When I opened the front page, it was exactly the same.

After reading for more than half an hour, I found that the words in this Scripture were exactly the same as those given to me by my master, and even the handwriting was exactly the same.

With this alone, I can be sure that the master's book and the temple's book are two originals!

After biting my teeth, I decisively explored my divine consciousness and began to touch the mark of divine consciousness in the Scriptures. Maybe the answer is in it.

Touch the moment, a period of memory does not belong to me, once again into the mind.

It was the old man or the old cottage. He put down his pen and did not continue to brand the divine sense.

The memory passed quickly. The old man walked out of the hut and forced himself to continue to live. He spent a lot of time dispersing the ninety-nine scriptures.

Just as the memory was about to dissipate, he climbed a lofty mountain. At the top of the mountain, there was a young man in a scholar's blue shirt. His thin back looked weak, but the young man stood there, but it seemed that he had surpassed the whole mountain.

The old man stopped walking and looked back to death.

"At last, do you know who I am?" The young man suddenly looked back, showing a face of awe inspiring majesty. His brow was like the master of heaven and earth.

"The divine sense takes away your life. If you use cruel means, even if you change your body, I can still recognize you. Even if I die in this battle, you can't recover in a short time! I will never let you succeed When the old man said that, the memory stopped.