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Chapter 1082 Silent Words (Part )

"Master, she has her own difficulties, can you please let her go?"

"Foolish boy, foolish boy, this girl is the evil star in your life. She is destined to ruin your cultivation for many lifetimes. You have been a good person for ten lifetimes. Your current status as my disciple is destined by heaven. As long as you practice diligently, you will achieve enlightenment. I, your master, have raised you to adulthood, which is also the last bit of your earthly connection. If you persist in your delusion, you will sink into misery and there is no telling when you will be free!"

"Master, Master!!!"

"Ai Amitabha, good, good."

“I tell the bhikkhus, with the Buddha’s eye, I see this Kasyapa.

In the future, after countless kalpas, you will become a Buddha.

And in the next life, offerings and worships to three hundred million

All Buddhas and World-honored Ones embody the wisdom of Buddha and cultivate pure Brahmacharya.

After offering sacrifices to the Supreme Two-footed One, practice all

With supreme wisdom, one can become a Buddha in the final life."

A young monk was still chanting scriptures. His expression showed no joy or sadness, and his tone was flat, but there was a perfect Buddha light behind him.

Suddenly, there was a smell of sandalwood from the window. The young monk stopped ticking the rosary beads in his hand, and two lines of tears slid down the corners of his eyes involuntarily.

"Master, now that you have transformed into a rainbow, I, your disciple, have no more worries. I am willing to walk barefoot across the world, experiencing all the sufferings of sentient beings, and saving the world!"

"This is a barbaric land with countless monsters. Fortunately, the master came to our rescue. I wonder where the master came from. His magical powers are so amazing. I guess he is not an unknown person?" A woman in a gorgeous dress smiled as she looked at the young monk in front of her who was wearing a white monk robe and barefoot as smooth as jade.

The monk looked at the woman's face and was stunned for a moment, which was rare. Then he stood in front of him with one hand raised, bowed slightly and spoke.

"I am a monk from Cijing Temple on Miaoyan Mountain, and I am a disciple of Zen Master Yanqi."

The woman was shocked when she heard this and said, "Ah, it's that great master Baquan. My father said that Zen Master Yanqi's achievements are comparable to those of nature, and he is the greatest Buddhist in the world."

"It's just a passing cloud, the female donor is obsessed with it."

The woman smiled again and was about to speak when a green light suddenly shot out from the horizon and landed in front of the two of them. When the green light dissipated, the graceful figure of a middle-aged beauty was immediately revealed. She was really charming, but she shouted with a stern face.

"You sneaked out again. Do you know how angry your father is? You even dared to come to the Cliff of Broken Souls. What if something happened to you?"

"Mom, look, I'm fine now. It's all thanks to this master. He is a disciple of Zen Master Yanqi!"

The beautiful woman was startled when she heard the voice, turned around and looked, her expression softened and she smiled faintly. Her face was 70% similar to the girl, worthy of being mother and daughter, but their temperaments were very different. The girl was lively and smart, while the beautiful woman was mature and dignified, adding a bit of flavor.

The beautiful woman looked the young monk up and down, nodded slightly and said, "I am ignorant, but I thank you for saving me. If you have time, please come to our house for a chat. My husband and I will certainly treat you well. Today, we have other important matters, so we will say goodbye now!"

After she finished speaking, she pulled the girl and disappeared into a flash of light, leaving the young monk alone who stayed there for a long time.

"Master, why did you build the temple here?" asked a little monk of seven or eight years old, pulling the robe of the tall figure in front of him.

In front of the two of them was a rather simple little temple. The master he mentioned was carrying two loads of bluestone bricks on his shoulders. Hearing what the little monk said, he reached out and touched the little monk's bald head and chuckled.

"Dahui, remember this: the purpose of cultivation is to follow your heart. As your master, I can be wherever I want! Hahahaha!"

"Master! Please, give us a chance!!!"

The Dahui of that time had grown up and was wearing a blue-gray monk's robe. At this moment, he was crying like rain, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing repeatedly.

"Oh, fool, fool." The person standing in front of Dahui was the young monk from that year. His face was the same as before, but there was a bit more vicissitudes in his eyes. And the two of them were not in the small temple with no roof to cover their heads, but a quiet and spacious Zen room.

"Master." Dahui begged bitterly.

"She has already embarked on the path of evil. Back then, the Seven Deadly Hands went berserk and massacred Longkang City in one night. I was a step too late and failed to save the people, and she was also abducted." The monk sighed and waved his sleeves.

"This is all destiny. Although she has destroyed the Seven Absolute Sect, she has fallen into the devil's way and cannot extricate herself. The devil's obstacles are too numerous to save. If you want to break her devil's tribulation, there are seven tribulations and six levels. If you are not careful, not only will your foundation be reduced to ashes, but you may even be reincarnated for a hundred lifetimes and fall into the three evil paths forever, with no way to escape!"

Dahui just kowtowed like pounding garlic, his voice sounding like crying blood.

"Master, I am willing to sacrifice my entire cultivation to save her life! Please grant me your blessing! The monks are so great, how could they not save people?"

The monk sighed and then spoke.

"If you have no distractions and are only interested in saving others, there is still some hope, but you are doomed, doomed!"

I don’t know what he thought of, but the monk stretched out his hand gently, and a golden light shot from a distance and fell into his hand, turning into a bowl. The bowl was golden all over, and if you looked closely, you would find that it was engraved with mysterious spells.

"Take it! Whether you can survive this disaster depends on your two thoughts!"

"Jade"

"Shut up!" A pretty-faced and charming woman was covering a bloody wound on her chest, with blood dripping down her arm.

"I am now the heir of the Seven Absolutes Sect. They all call me the Seven Absolutes Witch. Aren't you afraid of me?"

The woman's tone was firm at first, but softened after she saw the man's face.

Mahamati held the golden bowl and chanted the Buddha's name softly.

"Amitabha, Miss Yu, the sea of ​​suffering is endless, turn back and you will find the shore. This humble monk has come to save you."

"Save me?" She laughed bitterly and said, "Can I turn back now?"

"Yes!" Dahui said decisively.

"But I've been hit by the Ice Soul Mysterious Light and my life is hanging by a thread." The woman looked gloomy. Dahui's eyes fell on her wound and he found that the blood that had flowed before had turned into a thin layer of bright red ice at some point.

"What?" Dahui stood there in a daze, at a loss for what to do.

"Unless." A blush suddenly appeared on the woman's pale face.

"Yu'er, how could you do this?" Dahui looked at everything in front of him. He hoped that everything was just an illusion, but the cold touch of his fingertips and the smell of blood from his nose were reminding him that all this was real!

"What's wrong with me?" Yu'er smiled faintly and licked a streak of bright red on her cheek.

"You don't really think that just by reading a few verses of scriptures and saying some commonplace truths to me, you can make a witch like me lay down my butcher knife and become a Buddha right away, do you?"

"But these are just innocent mortals. Why are you doing this?" Dahui slammed his fist on the ground, his eyes red.

"Innocent? How innocent was I back then?" Yu'er's face turned cold in an instant.

"That old bastard broke into my house for no reason and killed hundreds of thousands of people in an entire city. My parents, who did it to provoke him? But I have to say, he also taught me a lot. In this world, there is no innocence. Weakness is the original sin!!!"

(End of this chapter)