Chapter 276: Weak Paper Monster VS Great Monk (8)

"Idiot, are you asleep?"

Kong Wu opened his eyes and took a deep breath, and saw a small face approaching him.

He thought of the clear dream he had just had, and the brief encounter with the paper monster in front of him, and was distracted for a moment.

"Five hundred years ago, I had just become a monster when I was found by a great monk. I refused to follow him to learn Buddhism, so he wrote scriptures on my body, hoping that I would be influenced over time. However, less than a month later, he fell off a cliff and lost his life while traveling. Due to the restrictions of the scriptures, I could not leave the book, so I stayed in the book in a broken hut for more than four hundred years. During these four hundred years, I was so idle that I actually fulfilled the monk's wish and read the scriptures over and over again. Then, I was no longer afraid of the power of Buddha."

"Fortunately, God has mercy on me. The Rong family heard that the Sutra of Redemption can resolve sins, so they went to great lengths to find me. Old Madam Rong recited it day and night, but it was a pity that Madam Rong was a hypocrite. On the surface, she worshipped the Buddha, but secretly did all kinds of bad things. If she hadn't had a filial son, she would have been killed by the wronged soul long ago. Because she had too many karmas, she often read the scriptures and the Sutra of Redemption gradually became ineffective, so I was able to move freely."

"Since the donor can move freely, why did he come to this Pushan Temple?"

"As you can see, my soul is now becoming transparent. If I can't get away from this scripture, I will turn to ashes and my soul will be scattered. The Buddha is merciful, and I believe that you will not watch me die."

"The donor's spirit is clear, and I don't think he has ever done anything to harm others. If there is a way to save the donor without hurting the innocent, this monk is willing to give it a try."

"Can you really not remember anything? Can you really not remember anything? Even a little bit?"

"Donor, you are joking. We have never met before and have never had any interaction."

"Master, you are right. I lied."

"Master, you haven't answered my question yet. Why don't you just tell Madam Rong that she will go to hell and be cut into pieces after her death?"

"Donor, you just said that the Buddha is kind. Madam Rong is already at the end of her strength, why bother to scare her directly?"

"Master, you have few worries and great wisdom. You have attained enlightenment and are compassionate to all things. Have you ever thought about yourself? Have you ever thought about the people around you? You became a monk very early. You know that your elderly parents at home kneel in front of the Buddha day and night to pray for you."

"Knowing that the three worlds are equal, that wisdom is boundless and immeasurable. The world is greedy for name and color, and both bounded and boundless are quiet. Knowing the cause and effect of the Dharma, there is no delusion of self-being. The self-view that arises will never arise, and all dharmas will also not arise. I have already broken through the self-image, the image of others, the image of sentient beings, and the image of the living being."

"I knew you were heartless, but I never thought you were so heartless. It makes me look more infatuated."

"Do we have any connection?"

"The master and I have nothing to do with each other."

"The master said that as long as no one is harmed, you can lend a helping hand?"

"If I tell the master, your blood can save me from danger."

"Amitabha." Kong Wu was shocked and hid his complicated emotions.

He and the paper monster in front of him had already crossed paths five hundred years ago.

Five hundred years ago, he was unable to understand the human form and the form of all living things, so after his parents died, he lost the motivation to live and voluntarily fell to the end of the world. In this life, he has long understood the four forms, cut off troubles and gained wisdom, but the great calamity of life and death has come to test him. It is true that man's plans are not as good as God's.

"Stupid monk, what are you thinking about, and why have you been thinking about it for so long?" Shi Yi boldly grabbed his ear.

Kong Wu looked up and met her eyes, and just stared at her quietly for a long time.

"Stupid monk, are you stupid? You can't be stupid, you haven't given me your heart's blood yet." Shi Yi shook his shoulders, hoping that he could become the steady and mature monk before, "Do you think you can seduce me with your beauty? I don't like monks."

"Liar." Kong Wu said this in a low voice, then turned his head and coughed softly, but silently completed a sentence in his heart, "I don't know which little thing who had just cultivated into a demon five hundred years ago was pestering me and not letting me go."

The nightmare hidden in the Sutra Library shuddered unconsciously. These two annoying things really hope that they can get out earlier and not stay in his chassis.

"Stupid monk, I think you are very wrong after sleeping." Shi Yi circled around him.

"Do you want to live?" Kong Wu sat upright, his eyes rarely warm, instead of compassion.

Shi Yi nodded, "If I don't want to live, why would I come to find you."

"That's right," Kong Wu seemed to have figured something out and picked up the brush on the table. After a long time, the tip of the brush has become bald, and the ink on the table has also stuck to the bottom of the inkstone.

"You want to write?" Shi Yi felt that he was a little strange now, but there was something indescribable.

"Five hundred years ago, we had a fate. I just remembered it." Kong Wu's hand gently brushed over the brush, and the brush condensed together at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into a sharp tip.

"Do you really remember? How much do you remember? Are you still holding a grudge against me?" Shi Yi asked carefully, fearing that he was lying to him.

"When we first met, you asked me if you really couldn't remember anything. I asked you if we had any connection before, and you didn't answer, but I felt your sadness. Now, I said I remembered it, but you are cautious and afraid that I am lying to you. No wonder there is a saying that only villains and women are difficult to raise." Kong Wu touched the tip of the brush, a cold light flashed, and a drop of blood fell to the ground.

"That's not what I meant?" Shi Yi weakly defended himself, so he didn't notice the blood falling to the ground.

"Before my master passed away, he had calculated that I would have a great calamity of life and death, so he specially gathered my three souls and six spirits in one place, and used his lifelong skills to integrate them into my heart." Kong Wu turned his wrist, and the brush like a sharp blade stabbed into his heart, and the tip of the brush went deeper into his heart with every word he said.

"Kong Wu, stupid monk, what are you doing?" He heard the screams of the little paper demon, which almost pierced his eardrums.

Shouldn't she be happy to see him taking blood from her heart? Why did she look so panicked?

"If you concentrate on practicing, then these scriptures can help you. If your bad roots are hard to get rid of, then these will be regarded as my monk's salvation for you." Before his life was about to disappear, Kong Wu thought of what he had said to the little demon in front of him five hundred years ago, and couldn't help but suppress the corners of his mouth that were raised.

Five hundred years ago, he was unable to see through the appearance of people and sentient beings, and fell in love with the paper demon in front of him. His original intention was to let her practice Buddhism, but he didn't expect that she would suffer for five hundred years.

In this life, he corrected the mistake early, and returned her the blood of his heart to make it clear.

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