They sat down in a Zen room, and the little novice retired after serving tea, leaving them alone to talk to the master. Du Zheng looked at the people in front of him, and the big monk had a calm look and a pleasant smile, which was actually better than the novice outside.

More humane.

Du Zhengyi calmed down for a moment and habitually detected the energy field around him. There was only energy radiation above the average level of Zhao Zhiyan, and the monk in front of him was a reassuring blank. He even tentatively touched the great monk.

With his limited telepathy ability, he sensed that the other party had no boundaries or shields. Unfortunately, Zhao Zhiyan was not an eloquent Luo Qi. He was not good at chatting with humans naturally. After greeting the monk, he

He didn't know what to say. So Du Zhengyi didn't have much time to concentrate and continue to conduct in-depth inspections, but he knew that even if he had a chance, he might not gain much.

He raised his head and met the great monk's eyes. The master's eyes were kind and looked directly into the depths of his consciousness without any hint of prying. He had never thought before that humans without telepathy could reach directly through intuition alone.

human heart.

"The layman's appearance is kind, and his blessings seem to be profound."

Du Zheng opened his mouth, but couldn't think of how to respond. Deep in his heart, he once again regretted not letting Luo Qi come over. He sighed in his heart, missing Luo Qi's ability to talk nonsense again.

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Seeing that he would not be able to answer the question for a while, the great monk continued gently, "But blessings are limited after all. Killing is a great sin. If it consumes too much blessing, you should not do more in the future. All living beings are equal, even dogs.

In the six realms of reincarnation, how different can we be from humans?"

Du Zhengyi had no choice but to say yes again and again. After thinking about it, he asked again, "Are blessings accumulated in previous lives?"

The great monk smiled and began to tell him about cause and effect. Fearing that he would not understand, he told him several extremely superficial stories about karma and retribution. Du Zhengyi observed the great monk carefully. He was probably in his fifties.

He has a broad, honest face with few but deep wrinkles. His skin is rough and dark, and the deep wrinkles are as dark as dirt.

The monk was wearing a dark yellow and brown robe, with a patch of dirt on his collar.

"Why are the master's clothes not washed? Is it because the apprentice is not too diligent?" Du Zhengyi suddenly said, interrupting the monk's explanation of cause and effect. The monk looked at him blankly, and Zhao Zhiyan squirted out a sip of tea.

The monk murmured, blinked, and looked at Du Zhengyi.

"I said Master's clothes are not clean." Du Zheng raised his finger and pointed, "Why don't I donate some laundry cards, which can be considered as meritorious deeds and blessings."

Zhao Zhiyan glanced at him, looking a little wary.

"Monk..." The monk paused and seemed to be organizing his words, "Monk doesn't care about these external things. This body is just a skin, so why should you care about the baggage of the skin?"

"Master said that he is a skin." Du Zhengyi said again, becoming more aggressive, "Does he also regard everyone else as a skin?"

"Life is really hard. Monk hopes that everyone in the world can take off their skins, see through the five colors of the world, and reach the Western Paradise as soon as possible, and no longer suffer the suffering of reincarnation in the six realms." The monk said nonchalantly, his expression unchanged, still as if

It’s the same with the crops in the field.

"In this case, why does Master still need to return people's wishes?" Du Zheng said, "I have never understood that since everything in the world is created by fate and is not worth persevering, why does Master still want to make people's wishes come true and help people persevere?

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"If you get everything you ask for, will you feel happy?" the monk asked gently.

Du Zhengyi seriously lowered his head and thought for a moment, and finally shook his head.

"When you understand that the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, you will naturally turn back and find the shore." The monk smiled.

"So I have to ask Master for my wish," Du Zhengyi said, "Maybe when my wish is granted, I will see through it."

Zhao Zhiyan swallowed nervously. He didn't take what the two said to heart. It was not a brilliant move. He just instinctively felt Du Zhengyi's tense situation.

"Layers accumulate merit, isn't it just to be able to make a big wish?" The monk smiled honestly, "Please tell me, layman. No matter what your wish is, if the opportunity comes, there will eventually be someone who is destined to fulfill it for you."

"Finished?" Du Zhengyi couldn't help but smile, "Is this destined person that Master is talking about those living beings outside, or Mahakala in the temple?"

"This is cause and effect. The old monk has no discernment, so he still can't see through it now," the monk said.

"That's right. It's so easy to see the true face of the Buddha." Du Zhengyi said, "I'd better talk about my affairs. Master, if I say that I have an enemy, he is always ready to kill me.

, Master, can you save me?"

Zhao Zhiyan's eyes were widened, and he looked between Du Zhengyi and the old monk in astonishment.

"This..." The monk looked calm, "This layman needs to call the police."

Zhao Zhiyan wanted to laugh, but for some reason he didn't dare to laugh.

Du Zheng kept staring at the old monk, "What if I hate someone else and want him to take off his skin quickly?"

"Amitabha, that is a big sin. Every time a layman thinks about it, he is committing an evil act." The old monk said.

"Master, do you believe in the underworld? Maybe the demons and monsters are near Master."

The old monk opened his mouth, but couldn't answer. As soon as Du Zheng stood up, the originally quiet Zen room suddenly became noisy. Zhao Zhiyan quickly looked around, and the tables, chairs, boxes and cabinets in the room were shaking and rattling. In front of the old monk

The tea cup cracked with a crisp sound, and the tea spilled out. The cup shattered into crumbs on the table with a crisp sound, and the tea was spilled everywhere.

Zhao Zhiyan swallowed again, wary of Du Zhengyi's appalling ability. But then, he felt something was wrong. Although the old monk looked strange, he still sat still. If he were an ordinary person, he would have been scared to death.

, even if a monk has a high level of cultivation, he can't be surprised by everything in front of him, right?

Du Zhengyi slowly walked up to the monk and stopped, looking at the monk thoughtfully. After a while, he raised his hand and slowly pointed it at the monk. A dagger suddenly appeared in his hand. The monk's face was red but he remained motionless.

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Du Zhengyi tilted his head and looked at the monk, and murmured for a while, "It's strange. Is it possible that you don't have the instinct to be afraid?"

At this moment, a scream suddenly came from the temple courtyard, "Du Zhengyi!"

Du Zheng suddenly raised his head and recognized Guan Xinyue's voice. He turned back to look at the monk, whose face was red and staring at him. He was in a dilemma. As a last resort, he told Zhao Zhiyan, "Look at him.

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Zhao Zhiyan came back to his senses, closed his mouth that had been opened unconsciously, and nodded.

"Du Zhengyi." Guan Xinyue looked nervously in the yard. As soon as he appeared, her eyes quickly caught him. "Quick, Qi Yue's house." She screamed, turned around and ran out.

courtyard.

Du Zhengyi said nothing. He followed Guan Xinyue and ran out of the temple courtyard, secretly cursing Luo Qi for once again jumping over the threshold first.

The village was not big, and the Qi family lived at the entrance of the village. They ran straight from the north of the village along a road to the entrance of the village. The gate was locked, and Guan Xinyue skillfully jumped over the low wall in the countryside. Du Zhengyi also jumped over, and then he

He saw Luo Qi standing stupidly next to a newly dug hole. He dug the hole himself, and the shovel was still in his hand, but at this moment he was completely stupid.

"When we came here, Luo Qi said we should come here to take a look." Guan Xinyue said tremblingly, "There is no snow in this area of ​​the yard, and it looks like the soil has been newly plowed. We think something has been buried here, and then

...Then... Luo Qi said to try digging..."

Du Zhengyi calmly looked into the pit. There was no scary scene in the pit, not yet. Only a corner of the woven bag was exposed in the pit, and the bag was torn open. He recited silently,

An invisible force was used to tear the bag wider, revealing a withered human hand.

The dead are not really scary. But at that moment, he remembered the creepy story Luo Qi told Guan Xinyue in the teahouse. His non-existent sister played with a ghost girl, and her body was lying underground at the entrance of the village.

In the woven bag, steel needles were driven into the brain through the eyes.
Chapter completed!