Chapter 272: Weak Paper Monster VS Great Monk (4)
"My condolences, benefactor." Kong Wu heard the news from the Rong family maid and chanted Amitabha in his heart.
"Young Master, the old lady has passed away. The whole Rong family depends on you." Mi Chun knelt at Rong Sheng's feet, tears falling like pearls.
"I lost my father when I was young, and it was my widowed mother who brought me up. Now that I have just achieved something, my mother has passed away. How can I, as a son, accept this?" Rong Sheng staggered and took a step back.
"Young Master, take care of yourself." Mi Chun hurriedly hugged his feet.
"Mother, mother, how could you bear to leave your only son, how could you bear to leave!" Rong Sheng covered his heart and tears fell from his eyes in pain.
"What a pity for such a pure and filial man."
Kong Wu's ears were wet with breath, and he lowered his head unnaturally, twisted his Buddhist beads, and recited the Heart Sutra.
"Are you afraid of me?" Shi Yi grabbed his cassock and played with it. "I have a connection with Buddha, so I'm not afraid of the scriptures you recite."
"Are you not afraid of light?" Kong Wu recognized her voice and curiously communicated with her in his mind.
To others, the enlightened monk Master Kong Wu had a compassionate look on his face and the majestic Buddhist beads in his hand. He was obviously mourning and praying for the soul of old lady Rong. The little monk saw that his master was like this, so he followed suit. At this time, Rong Sheng suddenly heard the news of his mother's death and couldn't recover. He beat the ground in pain. The servants and maids around him stood behind him, half-hanging their faces, looking sad. If you look closely, you will find that there is no sadness in their eyes.
Mi Chun, who was kneeling at Rong Sheng's feet, looked a little unnatural, because she saw the female demon who appeared in Rong's house again. This was not the first time she saw ghosts, but it was the first time she saw ghosts in the Buddhist temple.
"Shh, don't talk. I will keep your affairs a secret. I promise that no one will know." Shi Yi floated in front of her face, wanting to touch her smooth and delicate face, but his hands slid smoothly through her body.
"Alas, when will I be able to cultivate to the great way and have skin like this?" Kong Wu heard the paper demon who followed him sighing. Mi
Chun, who was kneeling on the ground trembling with fear, suddenly felt a faint warmth passing through her body. When she looked up again, the demon she had just seen disappeared. She secretly turned her head to look at the servant Yan'er behind her. There was no black spot on his forehead, and she wondered if her lost soul had returned.
"Can she see the donor?" Kong Wu noticed Mi Chun's surprised expression and asked in his heart while twisting the Buddhist beads.
"When she was young, she lost one of her three souls, so she can sense demons like me." Shi Yi floated back to Kong Wu's side and continued to play with his cassock. "Don't underestimate this little girl. She just avenged her family and angered Mrs. Rong to death." Shi Yi stuck out his tongue mischievously at Mi Chun who couldn't see her and said, "I just promised not to tell anyone, but Master Kong Wu is a high-level monk, not a human."
Kong Wu had never seen such a lively and naughty little demon. His eyes narrowed slightly. If Shi Yi hadn't been sharp and noticed the fine lines that suddenly appeared around his eyes, he wouldn't have known. The
mature and steady high-level monk was amused by her, and Shi Yi felt a sense of accomplishment. She rolled her eyes and planned to tell Kong Wu everything she saw in Rong's house to make him laugh.
But she didn't expect Kong Wu to ask on his own initiative.
"Can you tell me about the relationship between this girl and Old Madam Rong?"
"Very good." Shi Yi circled around him.
"What are you talking about, good?" Kong Wu realized that he had inadvertently attracted everyone's attention by speaking, so he quickly put his palms together and chanted Amitabha.
Mi Chun glanced in the direction of Kong Wu, and subconsciously felt that the monk seemed strange, but Rong Sheng was crying bitterly at the moment. She glanced at him, then retracted her gaze and continued to comfort her young master.
Although she hated Old Madam Rong for destroying her home and killing her family, she was also very grateful to Rong Sheng. Because if it weren't for Rong Sheng, she would have been a wandering soul by now.
"I said you're fine." Shi Yi patted the dust off his robes, but the dust fell down like raindrops and stained her. She said with disgust, "Your robes are so dirty, why don't you wash them?"
Just then, the little monk looked up at his master. He saw with his own eyes that his master was wearing a dark robe, bathed in the clouds and dust, and looked very much like the Buddha in the West. He knelt down and chanted Amitabha like his master's catchphrase. Others also saw what he saw, and they knelt down one after another, chanting Amitabha and asking for Buddha's blessing.
"If there is a Buddha, why doesn't the Buddha save my mother?" Rong Sheng clenched his fists, his eyes full of blood, as if he was about to explode at any time.
"Master, there is of course a Buddha in this world, and Master Kong Wu is a high monk." Mi Chun, who had seen the ghost with his own eyes, answered his question immediately.
"Then what kind of karma did my mother commit that prevented the Buddha from saving her?" Rong Sheng's knuckles made a crackling sound, and his eyes were also sinister, which was very different from his usual gentle appearance.
"Greed, anger, ignorance, killing, stealing, lust, and delusion are all the faults of old lady Rong." Kong Wu turned and walked into the hall, "The Sixth Patriarch Huineng once said that the law is the law without the law, and the law is also the law connected to the law. Donor, please go back and meditate."
Rong Sheng was stunned, because he had no idea what Kong Wu was talking about. How could his kind mother do such things?
In his memory, his mother was always busy with various affairs, and he rarely saw her. Every time the mother and son met, his mother would hug him and cry, saying that she was bullied and asked him to study hard. Because of this, he worked hard and became a scholar at the age of seventeen. Later, when he found that studying could not make his mother live a stable life, he changed his business and became the richest man here. Originally thinking that he could ensure that his mother would have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of her life, after a night walk,
Michun, who originally thought Kongwu was weird, was convinced that he was a real monk after hearing his words, and kowtowed three times in his direction.
"Michun, how could my mother be the greedy, angry, and stupid monk that the monk said?" Rongsheng grabbed her sleeve tightly, hoping that she could give him a negative answer, but Michun turned her head to the other side.
"Is my mother really as unbearable as Master Kongwu said?" The servant helped Rongsheng stand up, and Rongsheng pushed him away and staggered down the mountain.
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