Chapter 92 Ancient Temple (Accompanies)

Author: The Light of Fire

Standing on the long street, she was stunned. The white paper money rolled on the ground with the wind, and a few lanterns hung on both sides. The stars in the early morning were dim and the candlelight was faint.

A monk was sitting in the open space on the street with his back facing her, chanting scriptures in his mouth...

As far away, Qiuli couldn't hear his voice clearly. The sound of chanting scriptures came faintly with the wind, and she suddenly felt extremely sad in her heart.

As she walked along the way, she was just looking for a way out. She squatted on the street, feeling sad, and tears fell down.

After crying, Qiuli felt that the depression in her heart had been completely dissipated. She wiped her swollen eyes and was about to get up.

A pair of straw shoes appeared in front of me, and a gentle voice sounded: "There are still living people in this town."

Qiuli was shocked and looked up. The monk who was chanting the scriptures was looking down at her. His face was thin, his face was neither sad nor happy. He held a string of rosary in his left hand, a gray monk's robe, and a yellow cassock.

"National...National Teacher?"

Qiu Li had a glance from afar when she was frozen by the bride.

"Since you recognize me, you might as well follow me to the next town. People living here cannot be lived for a long time." The national teacher's eyes were deep, but his voice had some strange rhythm, which relaxed Qiuli's nervous mood a little.

"I'm sorry to the national teacher." Qiuli stood up and bowed.

"Let's go." Seeing her agree, the national master turned his body to the other end of the long street.

Qiu Li rubbed her hands and followed quickly. Is this considered a hug? If she was in the position of the main star and the national teacher, then she would be above the ministerial level!

At the end of the long street was a stone bridge. Qiuli followed him onto the bridge. After crossing the bridge, a carriage was parked on the bluestone road, and a coachman wearing a hat was standing respectfully beside the carriage.

The first ray of light in the early morning fell from the sky, and Qiuli turned to look at the lifeless town opposite the river bank.

"Little donor, get in the car."

Qiuli turned around and the national teacher was solemn. The light seemed to add a layer of filter to him. Qiuli hurriedly moved her eyes away, "Here, my name is Qiuli."

She trotted a few steps, then raised her foot into the carriage, and after a while, the national master also sat in.

The carriage wheel hub made a "squeak" sound and slowly moved forward.

Qiuli looked at the carriage and found that the space inside was much wider than she thought. She was thin and did not take up much space when sitting on one side.

The interior of the entire carriage is bright yellow, which is a treatment that only royalty has. In the carriage, there is a coffee table with a set of tea sets on it, a stove on the ground, and a pot of tea is warming on it.

On the opposite seat was a bookcase, a bookcase was placed at the feet, and the lid of the rattan was half-woven on it. Qiu Li saw that there were several books inside.

The national master took out a piece of incense from the box, borrowed the fire from the stove, and inserted it into a gourd-shaped hole on the coffee table.

This is the smell of sandalwood. Qiuli has thousands of questions in her mind, but she dared not ask. She subconsciously feared the national teacher in front of her.

Then he opened two thin porcelain tea cups, poured the warm tea water on the stove, pushed out one cup, and handed it to Qiuli.

"Qiuli, don't you ask where I will take you?" His voice flowed slowly, scattered in every corner of the carriage like this wisp of sandalwood.

"Didn't you talk about the next town?" Qiuli recalled what he said before.

"I will take you to see the demons worshiping the heavens, and just so that the villagers in your town can sleep peacefully." After saying that, he closed his eyes and rested, and stopped talking.

Qiuli was stunned. He thought he was from this small town?

She took a sip of the tea on the coffee table and it was sweet.

As the fragrance lingers, her thoughts are floating. Qiu Li, who has been tired all day, fell asleep in the slight bumps of the carriage.

The driving carriage suddenly stopped. Qiuli opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was the long-lost sunshine. She was shining into the carriage through the curtains. Then the voice of the national master sounded in her ears.

"Red Ghost, don't challenge my bottom line again and again."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiuli felt that the carriage was empty and the national master was already standing on the official road.

Qiu Li saw through the gap between the groom's back and the small window, she saw the bride from Xikou Village floating directly in front of the carriage, holding a bronze mirror in her hand.

Her appearance is much haggard than before, but her clothes are not messy at all. This wedding dress is likely to be a magic weapon.

"If you let my miserable husband go, I will leave immediately."

The red ghost's voice was as clear as ice water dripping, and the temperature around him dropped immediately, and the horse neighed.

"Om" the national master said a note, clenched his fist with his left hand, and a ray of sunlight attracted him, and Qiu Li felt warm all over her body.

The national master stepped forward a few steps, and the red ghost in the air retreated.

"The world is bustling, all for profit, and all for profit, all for profit. Are you a ghost, talk to me about friendship?"

The national master showed no surprise, "I want to kill them to sacrifice to heaven. If you stop me, then die."

"A monk, you are a monk who dies on the left and a second, and you dies on the right. Are you compassionate?

"It is because of compassion that we have to sacrifice to the heavens with demons." The national master said calmly and looked up at the red ghost floating in the air. The light of the Buddhist pearls in his hand flowed.

A trace of fear surged in Chi Gui's eyes, and she took a step back again, "Okay, I'll go to Longkou Town to see how you sacrifice to the sky!" Chi Gui's words fell, and his body fled to the distance and disappeared in an instant.

The national master snorted coldly, and in a moment he had returned to the carriage, "Let's go."

The coachman pulled the reins hard, rolled the wheels and continued along the official road.

Seeing Qiu Li open her black grapes, her eyes looked at him, her mouth tilted gently, and she said softly: "Don't worry, it's just a ghost."

"I have seen your soul, and you will die for a lifetime. I didn't expect that you really find a glimmer of life and are a lucky person. Why not practice Buddhism with me?"

Qiuli was stunned, not knowing how to reply to him for a moment.

"You have shallow relatives and practice Buddhism, which will allow you to find Prajna and achieve Bodhi early." The voice of the national master sounded again.

Seeing Qiuli silent, he sighed and took out a string of sandalwood beads from his arms, "These are 108 rosary beads I used when I was young. If you have the intention to practice Buddhism in the future, take it to the capital to find me."

Qiuli reached out to take it. She had seen the dead people in the town and knew that the monk in front of her was one of the initiators, but in this world, you cannot treat good and evil, right and wrong.

Just like now he is very kind to himself, he thinks she is a survivor of Xidu Town, just feels guilty.

"Thank you, the national teacher."

Thank you for your sincere words.

This string of rosary is gentle and extraordinary. At the same time, several lines of text appear next to the rosary.

【The National Master’s Rosary
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