The bright moon is in the sky.

Chen Luo was sitting alone in the courtyard, pouring and drinking.

What happened today really surprised Chen Luo. Originally he just wanted to find out the origin of the hungry ghost Dao who committed the assassination, but he didn't expect that it would involve the Cui family's past, which indirectly led to Cui Shanque's death.

"No need to worry too much, Marquis Wu." Chen Luo recalled Cui Youdu's words in the Prisoner's Holy Tower. "My uncle's life span has expired, and he is forced to survive with the secret technique of puppets. He will suffer from heartache every day. Even if he is not Marquis Wu,

, ten years later, when the secret skills are used up, he will turn into a puppet and attach himself to my son Cui."

"There is Lord Wu who can be entrusted to me. If I die today, I will be liberated."

Chen Luo sighed and called softly: "Senior Cui..."

A figure emerged from Chen Luo's shadow, his eyes dull, and he quietly stood behind Chen Luo.

Chen Luo looked at that completely lifeless face with mixed feelings in his heart.

Even if they respect the Cui family's family tradition, there are six precedents before them. Yun Siyao and Lang Feixian naturally dare not be careless and conduct a comprehensive inspection of the puppet. Lang Feixian even did not hesitate to use Qinglian's true identity to investigate.

After exploring, he finally came to the conclusion: Cui Shanque was indeed completely wiped out. Yun Siyao was still worried, so he set up another dead game chess formation on the puppet, and it only took Chen Luo a thought to activate it.

Of course, from another level, according to Cui Youdu, this Human Dao puppet has the combat power of a top second-grade Confucian, and can fight against the first-grade. If it encounters other Six-Path puppets, it has a restraining effect.

To be honest, such puppets are extremely precious to a big family, and are more useful than second-grade or even first-grade cultural treasures, but the Cui family just let them recognize Chen Luo as their master.

Just as Yun Siyao said, Chen Luo is the bait and the puppet is the fishing line. What he is catching is the big fish Liudao!

Realizing that the puppet only had instincts and no artificial consciousness, Chen Luo laughed to himself, letting the human puppet return to his shadow and fell into deep thought again.

"Ancient Buddhism, Six Paths of Reincarnation..." In Cui Shanque's narration, Chen Luo noticed a few words about the origin of the Six Paths Lord. Among them, he said that the Six Paths Bodhisattva understood the Six Paths of Reincarnation from the meaning of ancient Buddhist scriptures.

Deduced the methods to successfully become the Six Path Masters.

According to Chen Luo's understanding, the so-called reincarnation of Buddhism in this world is actually a kind of imprisonment of the soul. It forms a closed self-circulatory system based on the Buddhist kingdom on earth and the pure land of the netherworld, although it also involves many Buddhists.

The details are precise, but in general it is a small estate system that belongs to the monopoly of individual souls. Although it is also called reincarnation, it is very different from the real six-path reincarnation.

The true reincarnation of the Six Paths is that all things are born with a cause, and death has a result. The consequences of the world are determined by the cause of one life, and finally reach the cycle of cause and effect, and the rule of heaven that retribution is unsatisfactory. The destination of the Six Paths is the evidence of this rule.

"Is it true that there are also writings about the Six Paths of Reincarnation in ancient Buddhism?" Chen Luo was confused. "The Six Paths of Reincarnation must be carried out by someone, so there is the existence of the Netherworld!"

"It was wiped out completely, without leaving any traces?"

"I always feel like there's something inside." Chen Luo murmured. At this moment, a call came out from outside the hospital——

"Wuhou!"

Chen Luo raised his head and saw Cui Fuling walking in.

"Brother Cui!" Chen Luo stood up and returned the greeting. Cui Fuling walked up to Chen Luo and handed Chen Luo a storage ring. "I went to the wing and couldn't find Wu Hou. I asked Brother Jin for help. Only then did I know that Wu Hou had come to the courtyard."

Drinking.”

"Brother Jin?"

"Golden melon melon, Brother Jin!" Cui Fuling continued without any sign of contempt, "This is what my father asked me to send to Wu Hou."

Chen Luo took the storage ring from Cui Fuling and asked, "What is it?"

As he said that, Chen Luo's spirit penetrated into the storage ring, and his expression suddenly changed: "This... this is too precious."

Chen Luo Xinsheng probed into the storage ring and saw a dazzling array of treasures in it, as well as several Confucian treasures that exuded coercion.

"These are all the items belonging to the great grandfather. Originally, the great grandfather said that after his death, these would be distributed to the descendants of the Cui family. However, my father believed that although the great grandfather died, the puppets would eventually recognize Wu Hou as their master. These objects are still

It would be better to leave it to Marquis Wu to handle!"

Chen Luo was stunned for a moment, then realized what he was doing. He thought for a while, and with a thought, the several great Confucian cultural treasures flew out of the storage order.

"No reward for no merit! These treasures will not be of much use if they fall into my hands. Brother Cui, please take these back."

"This..." Cui Fuling looked embarrassed. If we talk about the value of relics, these great Confucian cultural treasures are the most precious. Chen Luo returned them all, so didn't he mean that he didn't give them to them?

Seeing Cui Fuling's look, Chen Luo smiled slightly again: "If there are some great Confucian scholars with average power and lack of training, they can be exchanged with me. Brother Cui, do you think it is feasible?"

After saying that, he added: "I need some Hongmeng Qi, so collecting such cultural treasures from everywhere is not considered a favor to others."

When Cui Fuling heard this, her face relaxed slightly, and she quickly saluted and said: "Thank you very much, Marquis Wu Gaoyi. I will go and discuss it with my father right now."

After saying that, he hesitated for a moment and then said: "Wu Hou, can I meet the great grandfather?"

Chen Luo was stunned, then nodded, and summoned the puppet again. Looking at the young appearance of the puppet, Cui Fuling clasped his fists, bowed, and bowed solemnly.

…

There is also a bright moon in the sky.

The moonlight is scattered over the high mountains and falls on a small village in the mountains.

This is a small mountain village isolated from the world. No one knows when it was established, and no one even knows of its existence.

People here do not communicate with outsiders, they work at sunrise and rest at sunset.

Occasionally, people from the village would go out to the mountains and bring back a few young children. These children were either abandoned or about to die of illness, so they brought them back to the village.

Today, someone who went out came back and brought back a girl.

She was eight or nine years old. I heard she was the daughter of a prisoner in the human world. The prisoner committed the serious crime of being executed. The official in charge was kind-hearted and secretly took the little girl out of the death row.

A reason for death was reported. After many twists and turns, the little girl finally followed the people who left the village back to the village in Dashan.

"Little mute, look at the moon, it's so white, as white as your face." Xiao Shi came to the girl's side and said with a smile.

Xiao Shi has never seen such a beautiful little girl. The girls in the village who are the same age as him are all heroes who can run horses on their shoulders. He can never afford to offend her.

He thinks this little girl is as beautiful as his mother.

However, he had not seen his mother for many years, so when he saw her, he instinctively wanted to get close to her.

The little girl hugged her knees and said nothing, just staring blankly at the moon.

"Are you homesick?" Xiao Shi scratched his head. He knew that the unscrupulous adults in the distance were squinting at him, waiting to see the joke.

"Little mute, why don't you give me face and pay attention to me! I will protect you from now on in the village!" Xiao Shi said, patting his chest, and his little body put on a generous look.

The little girl finally reacted. She turned her head to look at Xiao Shi and suddenly said: "Little brat, get out of here!"

Xiao Eleven was stunned, looking at the little girl blankly. For a moment, he suddenly laughed: "Great, you are not mute!"

"You are the mute!" The little girl was a little angry. She was feeling sad here, why was this little kid sticking to her?

Xiao Shi was not angry and said with a smile: "I am not mute. Look, am I not talking? The fact that I can speak means that I am not mute. Neither are you."

"You..." the little girl glared at Xiao Eleven, "I don't want to talk."

"Then don't talk. I'll watch the moon with you." Xiao Shi said sincerely, and sat down next to the little girl.

"What's your name? Are you the child bride my father captured for me?"

"Shameless!" The little girl was a Confucian lady after all. Her face turned red instantly. She grabbed Xiao Shi's arm and bit it. She suddenly groaned and felt like she had bitten on a stone. She looked at Xiao Shi and said, "You

Why is your body so hard?"

"Is it hard?" Xiao Shi's two arms touched each other, making a "bang bang" sound of gold and iron hitting each other, and asked doubtfully: "If it's not hard, it will be bitten by the wild beast!"

"Aren't you tough?"

As he spoke, he raised the little girl's arm, opened his mouth and took a bite.

Mmm, soft and sweet.

Ah, my mother said, this is what you call a girl.

My mother did not lie.

"Young disciple!" The little girl suddenly took her hand back from Xiao Shi's mouth. At this time, she heard the laughter of adults and children coming from behind her. Her face was almost like a ripe apple, and she said "hum"

With a cry, he raised his legs and ran out of the village.

"Hey, Xiao Shi, your wife, run away! Run away!" A child in the village shouted loudly. Xiao Shi turned around and glared at them: "Don't make trouble!"

"She just needs to get familiar with her surroundings!"

"Dad, what's her name?"

At this time, a chuckle came from the thatched cottage: "Call Bajiu, hurry up and chase him, it's not safe outside the village!"

"Hey!" Xiao Eleven became nervous immediately after hearing this, and quickly chased him out.

In the thatched hut, a young man in white took a sip of tea, looked at the old man sitting opposite, and said calmly: "The leaves of Jati have died, Ananda has passed into nirvana, and although the true Buddha of the Western Regions has been suppressed under the soil, his seeds have already sprouted.

"

The old man nodded slightly: "The end of the Dharma will eventually pass, and the Buddha's light will eventually return."

"We should still hide it secretly in the world and protect the original intention of the Buddha."

…

In the mountains and forests.

Li Bajiu became more and more panicked as she ran. She had been angry just now, but she had forgotten that she was deep in the mountains. When she wanted to turn back, she found that she had lost her way.

Of course, Bajiu is not her real name, but since she was on the death row, she naturally lost her name. The person who took her away said that he had a Xiaoshi at home, so she would be called Bajiu.
To be continued...