Volume 2, Chapter 11: The world is purgatory, and there is only heaven after death.
Ye Tingmu bowed again, showing his humility.
"Junior greets the abbot."
Abbot Wude glanced at the Ten Commandments on the ground and Hongfu in his arms.
He shook his head slightly, sighed, and then took out a jade bottle from the right hand of his monk's robe.
He said in a deep voice: "Donor Ye is a person of great kindness and virtue. If you ask for clean water, I will offer it to you with both hands."
Ye Tingmu raised his eyebrows slightly. Obviously, he didn't expect that the other party would be so easy to talk to and give it as soon as he said so.
Fanaticism appeared in the little monk's eyes.
A pair of eyes stared at the jade bottle, which was the pure water.
Hope was rekindled in his heart at this moment.
Ye Tingmu hesitated for a moment, but still took the clean water.
"Thank you, Abbot."
After expressing his gratitude, Ye Tingmu handed the clean water to the little monk without hesitation.
The little monk gritted his teeth and said solemnly: "Thank you!"
After saying this, he prepared to feed Hong Fu the clean water.
But Master Wude spoke again.
"Ten Commandments, think carefully. If the female donor in front of you drinks the pure water or even the purest things, not only will she not survive, but even her soul will be burned clean, and she will never have an afterlife."
It’s not that he didn’t want to save the woman in front of him, but not everyone can use clean water.
For the most wicked people, this water is poison.
It can burn his soul.
Shijie's hand stopped in mid-air. He was puzzled and looked at Wude with horror in his eyes.
The same is true for Ye Tingmu.
Wude continued, "Pure water is a gift from the Buddha to mankind. People only know that it can save people, but they don't know that it can also kill demons."
"I have deduced that the female donor in front of me has killed at least tens of thousands of innocent people in her life. Such a heinous crime will lead to death if she takes the holy water. This is all I have to say. You can decide for yourself what to do."
After saying this, he bowed to Ting Mu.
Then it turned into a golden rainbow again and disappeared on the spot.
Only silence remains here.
The abbot's words, that no less than tens of thousands of people had been killed, deeply shocked the hearts of those present.
Even Ye Tingmu's heart was slightly touched and he couldn't help but think of the pool full of floating corpses.
He looked at the little monk.
There was complexity in Shijie's eyes.
At this time, Hongfu woke up.
She held his hand and shook her head.
She knew that she was deeply sinful.
I originally thought that I had been redeemed and saved.
But in the end it was not the Buddha who saved her, but only the Ten Commandments in front of her.
She originally thought that when that beam of light fell, it would light up her world.
Everything has disappeared.
Sin also disappears.
The whole world is bright, so everyone should forgive her and forget the dark self.
Little did she know that the only one who understood her was Shijie.
This was fate, he redeemed himself, and she would eventually die for him.
She has no regrets, but even so, it is enough.
At least she lived happily in the past two years.
Bathed in the light, she felt a happiness she had never experienced in her life.
Shijie turned his head and met her eyes.
He whispered, "I'm sorry, I broke my promise... I still can't save you."
When Hongfu heard this, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.
With a bright smile.
This smile seemed to cover up all the haggardness on her face at the moment.
She used all her strength to whisper, "Don't...say sorry! I should thank you."
Shijie didn't answer, but just shook his head blankly.
For some reason, his heart ached and his breathing became rapid at this moment.
Hong Fu continued: "Thank you for letting me see that beam of light. It's very warm and bright. I like it very much."
As she spoke, she began to cough violently.
“Ahem…”
Black blood gushed out from his mouth and nose.
Shijie was at a loss as to what to do. He kept wiping the black blood with his hands, completely ignoring the fact that his yellow monk robe had already been stained black.
"Ahem...am I really ugly now?"
"No!" He is always tongue-tied and doesn't know what to say.
He originally thought he could do something, but now he can do nothing.
Hongfu looked at the sky above her head, with a hint of seriousness in her dazed eyes.
She asked, "Little Master, do you think I will go to hell after I die?"
Her eyes were full of anticipation, even though she knew that she would go to hell after her death, after all, she had done so many wrong and evil things.
But she still wanted to listen to the little monk because she only believed him.
She did not believe in God, but only believed in the little master in front of her who illuminated her.
When Shijie heard this, he looked at Hongfu with seriousness in his eyes.
He shook his head and said emphatically, "No, you will go to heaven."
A look of horror appeared in Hongfu's eyes.
"Why?"
Shijie took a deep breath, and then looked at this world with contempt.
"Because the world is hell, leaving here and going anywhere will be heaven."
Hongfu was stunned for a moment, she stared blankly at the little monk in front of her.
The lips and teeth were trembling slightly.
A line of clear tears also fell at this moment.
It is so sad and beautiful.
Both parents died when he was young.
Wandering around.
Later he met Li Ru and suffered humiliation.
It is a tool for killing and also a tool for venting anger.
If this world is not hell to her, then what is it?
If she hadn't met the little monk in front of her, this world would be far worse than hell for her.
Ye Tingmu was also stunned at this moment.
His chest rose and fell slightly.
Yes, in this life, everyone has to go through all kinds of trials.
Some people live a life worse than death.
Some people live in agony.
Separation from life and death, joy and sorrow, occupy our lives.
With such a life, how can there be heaven or hell after death?
The world is both purgatory and hell.
Otherwise, why would the gods be banished to the human world instead of other places when they made mistakes?
In front of everyone's eyes, Hongfu raised her hands with all her strength.
She stroked the little monk gently.
And this time the little monk was not hiding.
"I will remember what you look like. In my next life, I want to be a light, a light worthy of you..."
The voice stopped abruptly at this point.
Hongfu's palm suddenly fell off.
The light-colored pupils also blurred at this moment.
Completely lost its luster.
Her breathing stopped.
But his eyes were always looking at the little monk and never closed.
She died and left this world completely.
Death has never been scary to her.
Because it’s a relief.
But now she has one more worry.
There is an extra sense of reluctance.
But she was also content, because the young master in front of her would definitely remember her.
Remember her name, remember what she looks like.
For her, it is worth it to be cared about by others.
The monks around him lowered their heads.
"Amitabha, good, good!"
Li Gao and Ye Tingmu looked at each other in silence. They looked at Shijie without saying a word.
I don't know what to say either.
Hongfu died, but the little monk became even calmer.
He took a deep breath and looked up at the sky.
The scarlet in the eyes spread.
Restored its original gentleness and kindness.
Soon, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He turned around and looked directly at the gate of Kongling Temple. The three big characters were so conspicuous.
He shook his head and sighed.
Then he finally looked at Hongfu in his arms.
His eyes were full of tenderness.
He gently closed her eyes.
Then he looked at the umbrella that Hongfu had dropped.
He waved his hand.
Umbrella in hand.
He picked up Hongfu with one hand.
The umbrella in his hand suddenly opened.
The blood-red umbrella cover covered the sky above, blocking out the sunlight.
He whispered softly.
"I'll take you home."
The people around made way for him.
No one dared to speak.
Just quietly looking at the back of the person holding the umbrella.
The monks shook their heads and sighed.
They know what it means when a monk holds an umbrella...
Ye Tingmu also sighed and picked up the clean water on the ground.
Said to Li Gao and Xin Er: "Let's go..."
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