Lin Mingyuan felt very unreal, and the surrounding scenery seemed to be phantoms.
He reached out to touch it, only to find that his body was passing through it, and it turned out that he was the illusion.
Only then did Lin Mingyuan realize that the feet of the ruined temple were covered with dark red bloodstains.
Finally, an old monk walked into the ruined temple and picked up the infant in the ruins.
The picture flowed, and the surrounding scenes blurred and changed.
This place seems to be a Buddhist temple, but it is extremely large. Not surprisingly, it is Kunai Shimon Buddha Temple.
At this time, a young monk was chopping firewood outside a woodshed. He looked to be only four years old. He was holding a heavy ax in his small hands and was chopping hard but clumsily.
A big hand took the young monk's arm. The old monk looked at the young monk kindly and sat in front of him.
"Kunai, we have enough firewood. Let's rest today."
The little monk raised his head, and the shadow of kunai could be vaguely seen on his face.
He shook his head stubbornly and tried to free his hand.
"It's not enough, let the kunai continue to chop."
The old monk no longer stopped him, but silently looked at the young monk's back and sighed softly.
"Kunai, do you still remember how you came to Foyin Temple?"
Kunai's body trembled for a moment, and then he continued to wave the hatchet in his hand.
"Remember, my master brought me back from the ruined temple four years ago."
"Well, do you hate it in your heart?"
"Kunai does not hate..."
The old monk raised his hand and touched Kunai's head, softly comforting him.
"Chier, your eyes can't deceive anyone."
"Do you know why I don't teach you how to practice?"
Kunai shook his head, but his tone remained firm.
"Even if you don't practice, Kunai can take revenge on his own!"
He held the hatchet tightly in his hand and struck it down again. The whole yard was filled with firewood.
Lin Mingyuan's side became illusory again. As time went by, Kunai's age had reached eight years old.
He grew up very quickly, and although he was not very old, he was quite strong.
"Kunai, did you go hunting in the back mountains again?"
"Hahaha, the abbot taught us new skills today, how about I teach you?"
Kunai was still chopping firewood. Hearing the words of the young monks of the same age around him, he finally raised his head.
"Can you... teach me?"
"Hey, the mute has spoken, hahaha."
"That's not possible. The master doesn't even agree, so we don't dare to teach you!"
The young monks left the woodshed laughing and joking.
Kunai just lowered his head again and silently chopped the dry wood in his hand.
The old monk suddenly appeared in front of Kunai again, and he slowly squatted down.
"Kunai, do you still hate it?"
"There is no hatred without suffering."
"Do you know why you are not allowed to practice?"
Kunai's hand holding the hatchet stopped, looked at the kind-faced old monk in front of him, and moved his mouth.
"Kunai doesn't know..."
"No, you know!"
The old monk stood up and stroked Kunai's head again with his big hand.
"When you can truly face yourself, come to me again."
Outside the quiet woodshed, the young monk sat blankly alone, his eyes blank.
Time passed again, and now the little monk was kneeling outside the door of a room.
There was heavy snow falling in the yard at night, and the little monk was as motionless as a stubborn stone.
When the door was opened, the old monk did not help Kunai up, but asked again.
"Do you hate it?"
Kunai did not hesitate and raised his head, with light in his eyes.
"Kunai hate!"
"What do you hate?"
"Kunai hates the demons who killed my parents, hates the master for not allowing me to practice, hates myself for being useless and unable to avenge my parents!"
The little monk finally showed his vulnerable side. He cried loudly, and the emotions that had been suppressed for many years suddenly burst out.
The old monk stepped forward, took Kunai into his arms, and patted his back gently.
"Idiot, it must be very painful after you have suppressed it for all these years."
Kunai burst into tears, and all the years of grievances and dissatisfaction surged into his heart.
He has no parents and is very precocious. He has been suppressing the hatred in his heart, hoping that one day he can avenge his parents.
But the murderer who killed his parents was a demon, and with his own power, he was undoubtedly seeking death.
He originally expected to learn skills at Foyin Temple, but the old monk who rescued him was unwilling to teach him Kunai martial arts.
Just like this day after day, year after year, Kunai couldn't bear it anymore. He was only an eight-year-old child and couldn't bear so much.
"Okay, you are finally willing to face your heart."
The old monk nodded happily and brought the kunai into the room.
"Go to the Luohan Hall to report tomorrow,"
"Master, you finally..."
Kunai was so excited that his eyes were filled with tears.
He dreams of practicing in Foyin Temple, and then having the power to avenge his parents and himself.
"Son, you are right to want to avenge your parents, but do you really know who you hate in your heart?"
Kunai was suddenly stunned. In the past eight years, he had hated many people.
I hate the devil who killed my parents, I hate the bystanders who turned a blind eye, I hate my grandfather who kicked my parents out of the house, I hate everyone who bullied me!
The old monk seemed to have read his kunai thoughts, and his voice was very peaceful.
"Child, joys and sorrows are inevitable in life. You can hate, but you must hate rightly!"
"Now do you know what you hate?"
Kunai nodded slowly and said word by word.
"Kunai hates... hates those demons who harm the world, hates the injustice in the world!"
"good!"
A smile appeared on the old monk's face.
Lin Mingyuan was sighing at the side, never expecting that Kunai, who seemed to be honest and steady, had such a miserable childhood experience.
At least he was brought up by his parents, while Kunai has never seen his parents since he was born.
Time passed again, and Kunai had arrived at the Arhat Hall of Foyin Temple.
There were dim candles flickering all around.
Kunai's skin was now coated with a layer of gold, and in front of him were many ferocious-looking Arhat statues.
Lin Mingyuan looked at the statues around him, feeling uneasy.
Even though he was in a dream, these Arhats could give him a mental shock, let alone Kunai facing these at such a young age.
Kunai's eyes stared at one of the Arhats, and his eyes turned red.
His face showed a fierceness that was not for his age, as if he saw the enemy who killed his father and his mother.
Kunai struck wildly in the Arhat Temple, overturning all the tables and chairs around it.
Sometimes Kunai's face showed a wild smile, and sometimes he fell to the ground as if someone had strangled his neck and suffocated immediately.
"Yue Ru, I leave it to you!"
Lin Mingyuan knew that this was the end point of Kunai falling into an illusion. He was confused by the inner demon and was trapped in place, unable to extricate himself.
Once he finds the blocking point in Kunai's consciousness, Ji Yueru can use the power of his soul to break the illusion!
Outside, Ning Hentian looked worriedly at the two people in the pond.
Two days had passed, and Ning Hentian had prepared for the worst.
Sudden!
Kunai, whose eyes were closed, slowly opened them!