Chapter 1 Do you believe it yourself?

The sky was covered with dark clouds.

The thunder was rolling.

The pouring rain was pouring down.

The entire Xiaoyun Temple seemed to be obscured by rain curtains and became blurred.

In the Hall of Daxiong.

The light appeared slightly dim.

The huge Buddha sat upright, looking down compassionately.

The surrounding candles flickered.

The little novice beat the wooden fish.

The deep thumping sound is very regular, as if to cover up the wind, rain and thunder outside.

On the futon, a young man was kneeling.

Brocade white robe, delicate face.

But when he looked closely, he found that there was blackness around his eyes.

The lips are also blue and purple.

Hun was full of lifelessness.

He is the Young Master of the Li Family in Qinghe County.

Li Wuyou.

Suffered from sepsis for many years.

I have sought countless famous doctors, but there is still no cure.

Fate is coming soon.

Li Wuyou stood with his left hand on his chest and his right hand holding a Buddhist bead.

Lips squirm.

Reading the Buddhist scriptures silently.

A string of Buddhist beads slowly turned between his thumbs.

His face was extremely calm.

It seems that such things as terminally ill did not happen to him.

“Amitābha!”

Behind the Great Hall, an old monk wearing a golden Kasaya came out.

Slightly hunched.

The face is full of wrinkles.

Old-fashioned, but respected and respected.

This is the abbot of Xiaoyun Temple.

Yunzhi.

Li Wuyou is the most pious pilgrim of Xiaoyun Temple.

The Daxiong Hall, the Buddha’s golden body, and even the Temple of Dujing in the back mountain were all repaired by Li Wuyou.

He dared not resist.

After a while, Li Wuyou’s chanting ended.

Stood up.

“The heavy rain is torrential and the mountain roads are difficult to navigate, but Li Shizhu still drags his sick body to come to serve the Buddha, his piety is deeply moving.”

Abbot Yunzhi stepped forward slowly, clasping his hands together,

“The Buddha will definitely bless Donor Li and live a long life.”

He knows Li Wuyou’s heart knot.

The latter has been searching for doctors and medicines for so many years, asking gods and worshiping Buddha, just wanting to live a few more years.

So, he knows what to say.

Let the latter pay more for incense.

“Xie Yunzhi abbot Ji Yan.”

But today’s Li Wuyou, after hearing this sentence, still looks calm.

There is no such expectation before.

After a pause, Li Wuyou said hoarsely.

“Master Yunzhi, Li has something, would you like to ask you to clarify?”


“Don’t hesitate to ask, the poor monk knows everything, and talks endlessly.”

Yunzhi looks sincere.

Li Wuyou turned around, raised his head, and looked at the golden Buddha statue.

There was a little silence, and then suddenly smiled.

Asked,

“The master kept saying that the Buddha can bless Li to live a hundred years, do you believe it yourself?”

“Uh… Amitabha!”

Yun Zhi’s face was stiff.

This question is really acute.

But he was the abbot after all, with good concentration, quickly recovered his calmness, and explained,

“As long as Li Shizhu is pious enough, the Buddha will definitely hear your wish.”

“Master Yunzhi, your answer is not what you asked.”

Li Wuyou squinted his eyes. Although his complexion was still calm, a cold edge suddenly spread on his body.

“The question I asked is not whether the Buddha can hear it, but, Master, do you believe it or not?”

“Donor Lee…”

Yun Zhi’s face was pale when pressed by the latter’s aura, and he couldn’t help but retreated two steps.

Speechless.

“Master Yunzhi, don’t you believe it?”

Li Wuyou raised the corner of his mouth.

The mockery in the smile is clearly visible.

Yun Zhi didn’t know why Li Wuyou, who had always been gentle and elegant, suddenly became like this.

But he didn’t want to miss this big pilgrim.

Take a few deep breaths, suppress the fear in my heart, then put my hands together, and said solemnly,

“The poor monk believes.”

“The Buddha reaches the sky, overlooks all beings, what all beings wish…”


“Let me see, Buddha, how to bless you to live a long life!”



Face like a devil.

boom!

With fierce strength, the dagger slashed on the foundation under the Buddha statue.

Sawdust is flying.

Crunch!

The Buddha statue shook for a moment, and then slowly tilted down.

Boom!

It hit the ground, crushing Yun Zhi’s body into mud.

Blood spattered.

And it itself is directly broken into countless pieces.

It’s all messed up!

The Buddha’s head rolled to the door.

In his pupils, I don’t know whether it is tears or rain splashing in.

Flow slowly.

Soon after, Xiaoyun Temple, the fire blazed to the sky!

In the endless flames, Li Wuyou walked down the mountain and sneered.

“Since the gods and Buddhas are useless, then I will come personally and demand my life from heaven!”

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