It started when he pretended to be disabled.
In the past two years, although his legs have recovered, he chose to sit in a wheelchair to deceive people.
One is a punishment for myself.
Of course, there is a more important reason.
He just didn't want to climb up the temple and face that person.
But today is different.
He climbed to the top step by step.
Although the incense here is not very strong.
But it is not abandoned as the outside world says.
On the contrary, the palaces here have flying eaves and brackets, carved beams and painted rafters, and copper bells are hung on the corners of the eaves, swaying gently in the breeze, making crisp and pleasant sounds.
It is like an ethereal Buddhist sound, echoing among the valleys.
Inside the main hall, the golden Buddha statue stands solemn and majestic, its compassionate eyes looking down upon all living beings. Incense smoke curls up from the incense table in front of the statue, and the fragrance permeates the entire hall.
At this time, a man in monk's robes knelt on the cushion with his hands clasped together, bowing his head devoutly.
Li Yunting was standing behind him.
After he finished the ceremony, he called out, "Dear."
The man in monk's robes did not open his eyes.
Still kneeling, he held a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, beating them again and again.
"Why are you here today? Are your legs okay?"
After a while, the monk finally spoke.
Li Yunting immediately knelt on the futon beside him and prostrated himself on the ground: "Dear, Yunting has something to say to you."
The monk's voice was quiet: "You say."
Li Yunting was silent for a while.
Finally, he mustered up the courage and told the monk everything Li Tianjiao had said.
After saying this, Li Yunting knelt on the ground and couldn't get up.
His voice choked with sobs. "Dear, Yun Ting doesn't mean to give up halfway or betray our ancestors. I just want to report this to you. Whether we continue our revenge or investigate the truth, Yun Ting will listen to you."
The Buddhist beads in the monk's hand suddenly broke.
Li Yunting was even more frightened.
He knelt on the ground, not daring to raise his head.
In front of outsiders, he is the cunning, cruel and ruthless young master of the Dark Night, but in front of his relatives.
He was actually a child who had been imprisoned, disciplined, and whipped countless times.
The quieter your parents are, the more terrible the consequences will be.
But unusually, he wasn't angry this time.
Instead, he stood up and helped Li Yunting up.
He said, "I know you're tired. I'm trying to get you into this worldly fire. If this is truly a misunderstanding, then it's a great blessing."
Li Yunting was still kneeling on the ground, looking up at the monk's quiet face.
Li Yunting had completely expected him to say this.
But I don’t know why.
Seeing him say these words so quietly, Li Yunting felt his heart tremble.
This is more terrifying than his rage.
Li Yunting disobeyed him once in his early years.
He asked why he had to bear all those sins, he didn't want revenge, he just wanted to live a good life.
As a result, he was beaten to death by the barbed whip.
From then on, he never dared to say those words that tried to give up revenge.
This is the second time.
But today, it was too abnormal.
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