The protagonist worships the heavens, with boundless mana

The monk opened his eyes, which were bloodshot eyes.

The monk glanced at Huairen, and closed his eyes again.

"You have committed a lot of crimes and are not suitable for this clean place. Leave as soon as possible!"

The monk's mouth did not move, but a voice appeared in Huairen's mind.

Huai Ren heard this, he was surprised that this monk could see that he had committed a serious crime, this monk is really not simple.

"Master's words are different. It is precisely because of my serious sins that I want to come here to worship Buddha. I hope that my sins can be washed away. Why is it not suitable to come here?"

Huairen retorted.

And this is also the reason why Huairen entered this Buddhist temple.

Anyway, idleness is idleness, why not go in and worship Buddha, donate some sesame oil money, in case the Buddha is happy, he will cancel his sins?

If you don't cancel it, you can also buy An Xin, by the way, with the help of the pure place of Buddhism, to calm down and suppress the evil thoughts in his heart.

"The Buddha can't wash away your sins, you'd better leave quickly!" the monk said via voice transmission.

"The master is not a Buddha, how do you know that a Buddha can't."

The monk was silent.

"Okay, don't talk about me, let's talk about the master! Why is the master here, what is he trying to understand, tell me, if the Buddha can't solve it, how can I, the devil, answer the master?" Huairen smiled asked.

"My calamity, you can't solve it."

"That's not necessarily true! The master didn't say it, so how could I know that I can't solve it?"

Those many books in the previous life were not for nothing, even Huai Ren who didn't understand Buddhist scriptures and Zen principles could argue the point.

To put it bluntly, Buddhism and Zen are some philosophical questions that have no standard answers. Anyone who knows philosophy understands it.

The monk opened his bloodshot eyes again.

"You have the ability to resurrect others."

"What."

Huairen asked confusedly.

"You may have the ability to resurrect a dead person?"

"this……."

Huai Ren felt that he was speaking too much too soon.

"Or, you'd better beg your Buddha! I don't have the ability to resurrect people or something."

When the monk heard the words, a look of sadness flashed in his eyes, "Knowing that it is a robbery, the poor monk is still trapped by the robbery, ha ha."

"Master, you should continue to pray to your Buddha! I'm going to worship Buddha too."

Huairen turned around and walked towards the Buddhist temple.

Go through the necessary procedures, and donate a few 10 taels of silver by the way.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, or if the Buddha felt his pious heart of several 10 taels of silver, Huairen really felt a lot more relaxed physically and mentally.

It's just that the monks in the Buddhist temple looked at Huairen in a strange way.

Of course, Huairen didn't care about these eyes. He came to pay respects to the Buddha, not to see the monks.

Seeing Huairen walk out of the Buddhist temple, a young novice gave a mouthful of disdain.

"I'm so poor, I don't have money to pay homage to Buddha!"

In the Buddhist temple in the world of cultivating immortals, this is the first time the little novice met pilgrims who donated silver taels to the ordinary world who were stingy.

"Master, how long have you begged the Buddha?"

After leaving the Buddhist temple, Huai Ren leaned over again.

"Seven years in 130."

"Master wants to resurrect a woman, right?" Huairen asked.

The monk was silent.

"Hehe, the master is also a monk with a story. But you are not the worst, master. I heard that someone begged for 1000 years, just for the Buddha to let her see the person she wanted to see again."

Huairen remembered a short story and a song from his previous life.

"Did she succeed?" the monk asked.

"Well, it worked." Huairen nodded.

Monk: "Then she is really lucky, her sincerity touched the Buddha."

Huairen: "But, he regretted it even more."

"Why?" the monk asked puzzled.

"Because the Buddha played tricks on her, no, it's not like the Buddha played tricks on her, but she wanted more, and the Buddha didn't satisfy her greed." Huairen said.

"Can the benefactor please tell me a thing or two."

When Huairen heard the words, he simply had nothing to do, so he started talking nonsense to the monk, anyway, the monk didn't know if it was true or not.

"She begged the Buddha for 300 years, and finally touched the Buddha. The Buddha turned him into a tree, which grew beside the road he must pass.

She saw him, but he couldn't see her. He walked past her ignorantly. Do you think the Buddha played tricks on her, or she wanted too much. "

The monk lowered his eyebrows and bowed his head without saying a word.

"But later, dissatisfied with her desires, she begged the Buddha again."

The monk looked at Huairen again, with a kind of light called hope shining in his eyes.

"The Buddha once again agreed to his request, and in the second life, let her become attached to him."

The hope in the monk's eyes grew brighter.

"Unfortunately, the Buddha played tricks on her again."

Huai Ren didn't seem to see the hope in the monk's eyes, and shook his head with a sigh.

"Why."

"In the second life, he was the emperor, but she was a traitor. He killed her father and brother and robbed her as a concubine. She committed suicide in his arms."

The hope in the monk's eyes gradually dimmed.

"Tell me, this is the Buddha's play, or she wants more. She can be with him and fulfill her long-cherished wish. She doesn't need to care about hatred. After all, she came here for him in this life."

Huairen asked with a smile.

The monk was silent.

"However, she was not willing to let it go, and she wanted to befriend him again, so she went to the Buddha for the third time."

The monk listened silently, his face was calm, but the slightly trembling hands indicated that the monk's heart was not peaceful.

"She begged the Buddha for 700 years, and the Buddha was very kind. He was moved by her again and agreed to form a relationship with him in the third life."

"Did she succeed?"

Even the monk himself didn't realize that his voice was trembling, as if he was afraid of something and looking forward to something.

The smile on Huairen's face grew wider, "The Buddha did what he said, and he really became attached to him in the third life. She walked towards him happily and told him a thousand words, but he didn't remember her. Just ignore, ignore and walk past her."

The monk's body trembled, blood slipped from the corner of his mouth, and a red mark was washed out on the dirty chin.

"Don't be in a hurry to collapse the Buddha's heart, what's the follow-up?"

"Follow-up, after the ups and downs of the third life, her heart was relieved, she smiled and watched him walk by, no blame, no heartbreak, some just relief, as long as there is his story, any ending is good .”

Suddenly, a wicked smile crossed the corner of Huairen's mouth.

"Do you think it's over like this? No, not yet. She gradually left in relief, but what she didn't see was that behind her, he turned his head back and looked at her back. His indifferent eyes had disappeared. When it was replaced by distress, love, and an obsession so strong that it could burn the soul.

When she was begging the Buddha, he was begging the Buddha to let him be with her forever, even if she became a tree and a traitor. "

"Why, what. The third generation can clearly..."

The monk asked with difficulty, wanting to know the answer strongly.