Qin Xile knew that his mother-in-law was dead, and even he could not explain this kind of inspiration in the dark.

He cleaned up the relics from his mother-in-law's room.

My mother-in-law has lived alone for so long, but she doesn’t have much stuff, she’s just ordinary clothes.

Qin Xile cleaned up very carefully and seriously.

He has always been a careful person and is slow to do things. What's more, now that times have changed, everyone is keen on practicing, but his cultural courses have become much easier.

In the past, the physical education teacher often got sick, but now he is cured, so his Chinese teacher often got sick.

Even in the college entrance examination, monks have extra points.

So he had no choice but to give part of the course to the physical education teacher.

He is not a monk, so he feels incompatible with this era.

However, Qin Xile has become accustomed to it, and his previous interests are completely different from others.

It seems like this has been the case since childhood.

He likes quiet, calligraphy, and reading.

It was noisy outside and he was very calm.

He opened a drawer of his mother-in-law, which contained some jewelry. Qin Xile thought that clothes could still be burned to his mother-in-law underground, but jewelry could not do it.

He decided to exchange the jewelry for money and donate it to children in the mountains, which could also be considered as a merit for his mother-in-law.

Then, he saw a letter.

The letter contains various real estate certificates, and even those from the lake island... they are all left for him.

Qin Xile shook his head with a bitter smile. He didn't care much about wealth, just as long as he had enough food and clothing.

He thought about it and decided to leave it to Qi Chen and Sui Sui, but he didn't know when they would be back.

Suddenly, at this moment, a piece of paper fell out of the envelope.

The paper turned yellow, Qin Xile picked it up, looked at the content on it, and suddenly stood there in a daze.

There is only one word on the paper - Shan.

However, the word "江" is so beautiful that Qin Xile is completely addicted to it. When he comes to his senses, the sunset is about to set.

He is a person who loves words, so how could he not be excited?

He had never seen such beautiful words, as excited as a monk who saw the peerless mind method.

Qin Xile's hair stood up all over his body, and he sincerely admired the person who wrote this word.

He knew that it must not have been written by his mother-in-law, and he recognized his handwriting.

"I think I have no other words to compare with, but I didn't expect to be too arrogant..." Qin Xile was ashamed.

He carefully held the paper because it looked a bit old, giving people a very old feeling. Even the words on it were a little blurry, but it was still difficult to conceal its beauty and its thickness.

He was afraid that a gust of wind would blow away, so he blew away the words.

He returned to his study, grindled ink, and began to imitate the words, writing them in strokes.

But no matter how you write it, it doesn’t look like it, without that kind of charm.

Qin Xile did not give up. While writing, he thought about the mood of the writer at that time... Although he was slow in movement and writing, as long as he made up his mind, he would definitely do his best.

...

Buddhism has no light.

The entire Buddhism has become the darkest place in the world, and only the glory of the Holy Son Temple is still shining.

Mo Guantian left a few days ago, and Mo Guanxin had no news for a long time. They were very uneasy when they did not pass on the matter from the Three Immortal Sect for the Master.

Master Yunyou wiped the statue of the Holy Son.

There are still some light and flames left in the statue of the Holy Son, so it still looks sacred and extraordinary.

The statue of the Holy Son Buddha is the image of Qi Chen, which makes Master Yunyou feel a little awkward and helpless.

"So many things have happened, and the Buddhist sect is dark, and I don't know what to do in the future." Master Yunyou sighed.

He looked up, his eyes flashed across the gate, and saw a little starlight in the distance.

How can there be stars in Buddhism?

No!

That is Buddha's light.

The Buddha's light soon landed in front of the Holy Son Temple.

"Great Abbot!" Master Yunyou said in surprise.

The Abbot of Guangming was a little taller, holding a golden Zen staff in his hand, wearing a golden cassock, with a slightly gray beard, and he was powerful without anger.

"I have heard about it all, but I didn't expect my mother-in-law to lie to me to retreat, and ended up making my Buddhist sect like this."

"Buddhist sect has no light."

"But my mother-in-law has left, so let it go."

The great abbot of Light looked at the statue of the Holy Son. When he left the seclusion, he meant that he had reached the realm of creation and became one of the top group of monks.

Master Yunyou feels relieved.

When the Grand Abbot of Guangming returned, the entire Buddhist sect had a backbone.

"The Holy Son has appeared..." Master Yunyou said.

"The Holy Son has appeared, but the Holy Son is not necessarily him." said the Great Abbot of Light.

Master Yunyou frowned.

"The Holy Son and the Demon Son are defiled by the Holy Son..." The Grand Master of Light said coldly, "The Holy Son, like the Temple, is the incarnation of light. The Temple has always been there, and the Holy Son can be on anyone..."

"Great Abbot..." Master Yunyou stopped talking.

The Grand Abbot of Guangming said firmly: "It is obvious that because of some of the mother-in-law's methods, the Holy Son and the Demon Son appeared on the same person."

"The demon son kidnapped the Holy Son, which is an insult to the Holy Son."

"The Holy Son must never coexist with the Demon Son."

"I don't care about the statement that killing the Holy Son is killing the Demon Son, but I only know that light must be flawless. If there is darkness, it is not light."

"Since he is no longer suitable to be a Son, then we will free the Son from his body."

The voice of the host of Guangming was indifferent.

Compared with the Three Immortal Sects, the Buddhist Master of Light is a fanatical admirer of the Holy Son. This belief makes him unable to tolerate the Holy Son's stain, and it is also a stain caused by man.

"I know what you're going to say."

"In addition to the conflict between the human race and the demon race, there are also those powerful monsters and the weird Nightmare Sect. Even the monks outside the sect are members of the Nightmare Sect..."

"But this does not mean that the contradiction between the human race and the demon race will be gone."

"The enemy's enemies are not necessarily friends."

"When we drove the Nightmare Sect to death, we are here to welcome the demon clan..."

"If we let the demons ignore them and wait for them to quietly open the door to the mother star of the demon clan, then our enemies will be even more terrifying than the Nightmare Sect."

"Invasion will never disappear."

"For us, whether it is the monster or the demon race, they are all enemies, and the demon son is naturally also enemies."

The Grand Abbot Guangming's eyes were firm.

"Finding Qi Chen, killing him, and liberating the Holy Son from his body."

"I don't recognize this statue of the Holy Son."

He is the host of the Light, and he does not allow the existence of darkness.

He stepped out of the Holy Son Temple, and a terrible light burst out from him.

He is like a snow lotus.

"No matter what the history of Buddhism is, the current Buddhism represents light..."

He said there should be light.

So, the dark Buddhist temple has light.

The bright lotus bloomed above Buddhism, hotter than the sun.

He is the light of Buddhism.

Master Yunyou was shocked indescribable.

The other abbots also looked at the scene in horror.

"Who is qualified to be a Holy Son in front of me?" The great abbot of Guangming Moran.
To be continued...