Weird World of Immortality

Master Yuanjue is an eminent monk who has attained the Tao. If he is asked to kill a village grudge, he will be happy to do so for mankind.

But asking him to recite "Duling Jing" to save the village's grievances would cost him ten years of life, so he couldn't do it.

There are thousands of strange things in the world, and there are also many strange things formed by human souls. If every pilgrim came to make such a request, he would respond to his request, and he would have already gone to see the Buddha.

Reciting the "During the Spiritual Sutra" once in ten years of life is such a price that even an eminent monk would not be willing to do it lightly.

Li Jiuyue was naturally very clear about this. He glanced at the oil lamp with a trace of sadness in his eyes. He quickly restrained himself and said with a smile, "Of course I understand Master Yuanjue's concerns, but this village grievance has a lot to do with me. I hope the master can help me."

Master Yuanjue remained silent and did not reply. In his opinion, this matter was over.

"Master Yuanjue might as well take a look at what I am going to donate to the Buddha Fragrant Temple before making a decision." After Li Jiuyue finished speaking, he pointed to the three long wooden boxes on the table.

Master Yuanjue just glanced at it and didn't mean to pick it up. He just sighed: "Donor Li doesn't have to do this. It's not that he doesn't want to help, but he can't help."

He is already quite old, and if he loses his lifespan for ten years, then there is really not much time left.

Li Jiuyue did not speak, but opened three long wooden boxes in turn.

The first box is a string of black stone rosary beads, which are round and clear and emit a faint black light.

Master Yuanjue's pupils shrunk slightly, and he looked at the second box after he became calm.

Inside the second box is a scripture book with three characters "Tianzangjing" written on the page. This is a long-lost Buddhist scripture.

Master Yuanjue endured and did not pick up this Buddhist scripture immediately.

The third box contained a bronze incense burner, which was engraved with scriptures the size of soybeans, and the scriptures emitted a faint golden Buddha light.

Master Yuanjue's face became solemn. He resisted not looking at the three boxes again, but recited the scriptures and meditated, "Where did the donor Li come from?"

"Even the Zhang Li family, the first family in Gaoxiang County, may not be able to obtain these three things."

"Why should Master Yuanjue care about where I come from?" Li Jiuyue said calmly, "I don't mean anything, these three things were collected by our company with great effort, and I think they are very helpful to Master Yuanjue's intensive Buddhist practice. Great help."

"And what I want Master Yuanjue to do is not a bad thing. Master Yuanjue just needs to tell me, would you like to take over this matter?"

"If I don't want to, then I can only find someone else."

This is the price that Li Jiuyue can offer. There may not be many monks who can recite the "During the Spiritual Sutra", but they will not be too rare. He will not embarrass Master Yuanjue because of this.

"Amitabha, Patron Li has given Lao Na a problem." Master Yuanjue's face was embarrassed and he hesitated.

If Li Jiuyue brought gold, silver, jewelry or other rare things, he would not be moved by a monk, but these three things may not be regarded as Buddhist treasures, but they are also rare treasures for Buddhists.

But after agreeing, he would lose his ten-year lifespan if he recited the "Duling Jing", which really made it difficult for him to make a decision.

As for Li Jiuyue's origin, he didn't want to say that Master Yuanjue didn't intend to pursue it any further. After all, every once in a while, some people who didn't want to reveal their identities would ask him for help.

Li Jiuyue did not urge, but waited patiently.

"Forget it, who made the old man greedy?" Master Yuanjue sighed, "The old man promised."

If he misses these three things, he will regret it for the rest of his life. It is worthwhile to spend ten years of life in exchange for these three things.

He is not just for himself. Even if he dies in the future, the Foxiang Temple can pass on these three things, and he can also be worthy of the ancestors of the Foxiang Temple.

A monk also needs to eat, drink, and sleep, so who can truly be free from things?

"Then please." Li Jiuyue said with a serious face.

The matter was of great importance. Master Yuanjue stood up and first checked the authenticity of the three treasures. Li Jiuyue just watched calmly on the side. The things he asked people to search for were naturally not fake.

After confirming that it was not a fake, Master Yuanjue asked the monk of the temple to put it away, and he took Li Jiuyue into a quiet Buddhist hall.

The oil lamp that sealed the village's grievances was placed on the ground.

Master Yuanjue sat cross-legged, his face was serious, his hands folded, and he closed his eyes and began to slowly recite the scriptures.

The scriptures I started to read were ordinary, and I couldn't see anything unusual.

Li Jiuyue on the side held her breath, he watched nervously, but did not dare to make any sound, for fear of disturbing Master Yuanjue's chanting.

The scriptures from Master Yuanjue's mouth were getting faster and faster, so fast that it was difficult for people to hear what he was reading.

Suddenly, the first scripture appeared from the air, the scripture was tangible, and it gave off a golden light.

After the first verse came out, the second...the third...until the eighth verse came out.

Every scripture is different. This is a special Buddhist scripture of Buddhism, and Li Jiuyue can't understand it.

Eight scriptures emitting golden light swirled in the air, and one by one fell to the glass oil lamp, and soon merged into the oil lamp.

Just when the eighth scripture was integrated, the talisman attached to the glass oil lamp ignited with a screeching sound, and the talisman burned out.

The oil lamp emits golden and white light, and there is a faint sound of village grievances and weeping.

It was just that the sound of crying quickly disappeared without a trace, and the village resentment emerged from the glazed oil lamp, and its head just hit the tile roof.

It was surrounded by eight scriptures all over its body. It didn't struggle, just glanced at Li Jiuyue silently, and then the body began to disperse into wisps of white light ghosts.

The ghostly white light swirled around the Buddhist hall for a while before dispersing one by one.

Li Jiuyue looked up and watched the last ray of white light disappear, and the guilt in her heart did not decrease in any way~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Even if the transcendence was completed, they were dead after all, but they didn't need to be tortured anymore.

Master Yuanjue opened his eyes, the wrinkles on his face were deeper, and the whole person was much older than before.

He suddenly lost ten years of life.

"Amitabha, everything has a certain number of origins and demise, why should Li Shizhu blame himself?" Master Yuanjue didn't know the reason for the incident, but he could see Li Jiuyue's guilt on his face.

"Thank you Master for your help." Li Jiuyue showed a far-fetched smile on his face, and he didn't want to mention this.

Master Yuanjue sighed in his heart, and he didn't mention it again, but sent Li Jiuyue out of the Buddhist hall.

After leaving the Buddhist hall, Master Yuanjue had just recited the "Crossing the Spiritual Sutra", and when he was in a very poor state, he left and turned around to recuperate.

Li Jiuyue did not go back to his residence, but walked alone in the Buddha Fragrant Temple, and his face showed grief again.

Thirteen thousand people in Nogu Village died because of him, and he could only find a monk to save them, so how could he not blame himself?