After Sangjiu finished his work, he did not leave but just sat there, looking like he wanted to accompany , in reality, Yin Xiu, who was hiding behind the screen, knew that he was waiting for her to show up. Because when Yin Xiu hid behind the screen just now, he forgot to take his gloves back. "Are you responsible for treating him?" Yin Xiu still walked out from behind the screen and sat down on the other side of Sang Jiu. When he turned his head, he could look him and Master Fa Yin in the face. “There is no cure.” Sang Jiu was not surprised by the appearance of an outsider, he just shook his head and said: "I was just keeping the abbot alive, I didn't heal him. Moreover, the abbot is in good health and not sick, he is just dying." "That's it." Yoon-su pulled out a wine flask from his pocket and motioned to Sang-gu, “Would you like a drink?” Sang Jiu didn't answer.
"In the Thousand Buddhas Temple, if someone gives you food for no reason, it doesn't necessarily mean they are trying to harm you, but it will definitely not be good for you." "Because the food here is different from other places?" Yoon Soo took a sip of his wine. Sang Jiu did not respond, but simply said: "As soon as you and the Miao girl entered the temple, I noticed you. Were you also sent by the leader to come to me?" Yin Xiu looked calm, "I'm here to look for someone, but not you." "So are you looking for the person behind me?" he asked again. "Not at all." Yin Xiu put the wine jug on the table, took back the gloves he had left there before, and put them on as if nothing had happened. "I'm going to find Master Kong." "The monk who is famous in southern Xinjiang?" Sang Jiu's expression slightly relaxed, "He's not here, he's gone." "Oh? I thought he was giving a lecture at the Thousand Buddhas Temple." Although after coming to the Thousand Buddha Temple, Yin Xiu had not heard anyone talk about the monk Lekong, nor had he seen the friend that Qiu Xiaosi mentioned, he had already made some rough judgments in his mind. However, when Yin Xiu heard Sang Jiu say this in person, he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. "I have two more friends. One is a swordsman with six swords, and the other is a Feng Shui master. Have you ever met them?" "If I answer you, will you leave immediately?" Sang Jiu asked. "So you know that?" Yin Xiu smiled, "I don't want to kill people in this holy place of Buddhism. Even if you don't tell me, I still have a way to get the answer. But I said I don't want to do that because I respect the monks here. In a sense, they are all good people." "I agree with this. They are indeed good people and they deserve to be rewarded."
Having said that, Sang Jiu's eyes dimmed and he remembered something. But he quickly came to his senses and thought about what Yin Xiu had just said. He also knew that Yin Xiu was not threatening him at all, but was just telling him clearly: if he wanted to survive, he had to tell the truth. "What Feng Shui master are you talking about? I have never seen one." Sang Jiu recalled what happened before. "But I know the swordsman with the six swords, and I also know that he is the number one wanted criminal, Ren Qi." "You knew that, but you still saved him?" "I didn't know that at the time." Sang Jiu stroked his chin and said, "I just realized it these past few days. I don't know if it's too late." "He has changed." "You mean he doesn't kill any more?" "Kill. In the past year, he may have killed more people than ever before." "So what has changed about him?" Sang Jiu frowned, "Even our Miao compatriots, many of them died at his hands." Yin Xiu smiled, "His sword now has a target. It is no longer a sword that simply craves blood." "Oh, you mean he has stopped killing innocent people?" "Yes, but he still kills people." "It doesn't matter anymore." Sang Jiu shook his head, "Actually, if I think about it carefully, even if I knew who he was, I would still save him." "Why? Is it because you have been in the Thousand Buddha Temple for a long time and you think you have devoted yourself to Buddhism?" "No, I just didn't think he was a bad guy. Even though he had six swords, was covered in blood, and looked ferocious, I didn't think he was a bad guy." Sang Jiu made an exception, picked up his pipe and smoked his third pack of cigarettes of the day. It’s better not to use the lamp on the table, but to light the cigarette with a match yourself. “I feel like I can feel people’s hearts.” After taking a few sips and exhaling the smoke, he continued, "I am not lying to you. Although I am not a monk, I have been in this Buddhist temple for a long time and I feel that I have been influenced by it. I must abide by the precepts, so I cannot lie to you. Even though Ren Qi was unconscious at that time, I could feel that he was a miserable, lonely, strong and determined person, but not a bad person, so I had to do my best to save him. I don’t know what he went through. He had more than a dozen broken bones in his body, and a quarter of his meridians were damaged, either torn or broken, but even so he still didn’t die.” When Yin Xiu heard this, he felt shocked and angry. Who on earth beat a great master like Ren Qi into this state?
Even Yin Xiu himself admitted that he had never suffered such a serious injury. "you do not need to worry." Sang Jiu comforted Yin Xiu, "He is not dead, and he will probably not become a disabled person. Although I haven't been back for more than half a month, I can feel that he is obsessed." "He is indeed very persistent." Yin Xiu nodded: "Maybe before it is completed, no matter what kind of life and death situation it is, he will live." "But is it a good thing to have a strong obsession?" Sang Jiu sighed, and when he looked at Fain, his eyes couldn't help but turn red. "The abbot's obsession was too deep, so he came to this point. Now he lives not for himself, but for the Buddha and Bodhisattva." He seemed to really feel Fain's heart, and therefore became sad too. "How long does he have to live?" Yin Xiu suddenly asked. "The elders in the temple said that by at least August 15, after the Mid-Autumn Festival, the abbot will be considered to be 200 years old. He can cultivate into a bodhisattva in the flesh, produce relics, and achieve enlightenment." "What kind of positive results or relics can be obtained from such a smelly and rotten skin? It's better to burn it cleanly." Yoon Soo stood up without hesitation. He was leaving and would not stay even a moment longer with this zombie who had turned into rotten flesh and the Miao man. "please wait." Sang Jiu took off a jade pendant from his body and handed it to Yin Xiu. It was a snake-shaped jade pendant of average quality, with even the carving being very crude. "Please help me give this jade pendant to the Miao girl and tell her that there are no more wizards in the Thousand Buddha Temple, only the herbalists are left." "Okay." "Also, leave the Thousand Buddha Temple as soon as possible. Don't eat anything here. Leave at dawn." "Which way?" "Anywhere." Sang Jiu said seriously: "If you go to pick up the swordsman, please tell my daughter not to come to the Thousand Buddha Temple to find me. It's best for her to go with you and stay away from this place." Yin Xiu accepted the jade pendant and felt that there seemed to be something hidden in his words, so he asked tentatively: "Do you want to quit the underworld?" "I'm not in the martial arts world in the first place, so how can I say I'm leaving it?" Sang Jiu sighed and said, "Now that I am old, I just want to raise my daughter. The rest is to live by the green lamp, recite Buddhist scriptures, and end my life. But things have changed. Now I can only do some things for the Buddha and Bodhisattva and try my best. " "Does it include this?" Yin Xiu asked. "what?"
"I mean, would the Buddha be willing to see a high-ranking monk fall into delusion and his two disciples become the devil and the Rakshasa who bewitch people?" Sang Jiu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that he had no way to answer this question. He said in annoyance: "I don't know." “That’s okay, because I don’t know either.” Yin Xiu spread his hands, "And I don't care." As he said this, he walked out, but stopped when he reached the door. Because Yin Xiu saw that next to the courtyard wall, the skinny monk Wu Chen was standing there. He was the one who sat in the room with Fain before Sangjiu came. He is also one of the people who wants Fain to live to be 200 years old. At this time, his eyes, which were almost covered by his eyelids, were blazing with fire, and he said angrily: "You shouldn't be here at all." "I know, but I came anyway." Yin Xiu put away the bottle. "Are you seeking justice, or something?" "It's nothing." Yin Xiu shook his head. "I just came here to find someone. Now I know what I want to know and what I don't want to know. There is no need for me to stay here anymore." "You know the secret, and you think you can get away?" "how?" Yin Xiu looked at him and said, "Don't you want to be a good person and become a Buddha right now?" “The one who becomes a Buddha does not have to be me.” Wu Chen's eyes were firm, "If you want to go to hell, I will go first." "I don't think you want to go to hell, you want to die peacefully." Yin Xiu ignored him blocking the way and just walked forward. call out! There was a sudden sound of breaking wind, and Wu Chen slapped Yin Xiu on the chest. The force penetrated Yin Xiu's body and left a crack on the ground. However, Yin Xiu did not move at all, and Wu Chen's face showed only surprise. The palm strike just now was like a drop in the ocean when it hit Yin Xiu, and Wu Chen also felt that his arm disappeared in an instant. "Who are you?" He widened his eyes. "I've already said that, he's just a passerby." Yin Xiu did not fight with him, but just puffed up his chest and used his powerful force to push Wu Chen a few steps back. A great master of synaesthesia...
When Sang Jiu saw this scene inside, he didn't feel lucky that he didn't fight with him. Instead, he felt that there was a turning point in his despair and he was saved. The reason they hadn't been able to achieve what they wanted before was because they didn't have the ability. But now, with a great master in the realm of synesthesia here, everything has turned around. Because synaesthesia is a special existence that can both erase all miracles and create miracles. While he was thinking this, Wu Chen was still stubborn and took a few steps forward. His robes made a sound in the wind and he slapped Yin Xiu on the top of his head. Yin Xiu twisted his neck slightly and dodged the palm strike with ease. At the same time, he pushed his shoulders forward slightly and knocked Wu Chen, whose attack missed, to the ground. “You used this powerful Vajra Palm move quite well, but unfortunately your speed and strength are insufficient, and your body cannot support this force. It looks more like a child swinging a battle axe, and I don’t know if it’s the child who’s moving the axe, or the axe is moving the child.” Yin Xiu glanced at him and said, "There will be no next time. If you still insist on doing this, I guarantee that you will die." "I'm not obsessed, on the contrary, I feel I know what I'm doing now." Wu Chen stood up. At this time, the other monks in the back mountain had been alarmed by the noise just now and came out to see. At this time, they were all standing by the courtyard wall, not knowing what was happening. When Sang Jiu walked out of the house, the monks standing outside all turned their eyes to him and began to talk in low voices. In this way, Yin Xiu discovered that these monks did not know about Sang Jiu's existence, and he seemed to be a shadow in this temple. "give up." Sang Jiu said this to Wu Chen. “Perhaps what this young man said is right, and it is us who are stubborn and think that Bodhisattva and Buddha would be willing to see our sacrifice and forbearance. But in reality, the abbot was already seeking death but could not get it, and he did not want to live any longer." Wu Chen shook his head, "We have persisted until here, it only takes two months, and it will be done in two months. What I see is completely different from what you see. Although Master is in pain, doesn’t he want to persevere? " The two were in a stalemate, not knowing who to listen to. They also didn't know who was right. Did Abbot Fa Yin want to die immediately or did he want to live? At this time, Yin Xiu suddenly said: "I wonder if you have heard of the story of Nanquan beheading the cat?" Everyone present paused. Nanquan Kills the Cat tells the story of a cat that broke into a temple one day and attracted the attention of all the monks in the temple. Everyone loved the cat, but who should feed it? The monks from the east and west halls started arguing over this, and neither side gave in. Master Nanquan appeared, and after asking the reason, he came in again with a steel knife in his hand. He picked up the cat, put the knife on it, and asked the two gangs: "If sentient beings can attain the Tao, it will be saved. If not, it will be killed." No one could answer, so Master Nanquan raised his knife and cut the cat in half. Sang Jiu fell into deep thought, while Wu Chen didn't know why Yin Xiu brought up this famous case from the Song Dynasty. Was he hinting at something, or...
Oops! Wu Chen screamed, realizing what Yin Xiu wanted to do. However, it was too late. Yin Xiu smashed the window like a ghost and pointed a finger with one hand, stabbing it into Abbot Fa Yin's throat. No one could stop him, and no one had time to react. Abbot Fayin's blood, which should have dried up long ago, flowed out, staining the bed sheets red. "In this way, all disputes and entanglements are over. If you want to hate me, go ahead and hate me, but at least I have freed you, haven't I? This is my response to the many kind monks at Qianfo Temple. I am here to help you get rid of this obsession." This is what Yin Xiu originally thought and said. Until he saw a worm wriggling inside Monk Fain's neck. "Sang Jiu, is this the secret you left here?" (End of this chapter)