The little beggar didn't realize that everyone here was focusing on her. For her, the most important thing now is to sleep. She was just forcibly awakened by Wang Yi and now she is very sleepy.

Zhou Liyuan opened his mouth. He had seen King Xin's treasure. The amount was rare in the world, but why did this little beggar look like this?

Wang Yi was a little confused and asked: "No, how old is this little beggar? Queen Xin is from the Taizong period, so she doesn't match her age."

The abbot sighed, "Donor Wang is right, it was the little girl's father who the poor monk saved back then."

"Then what happened next?" The person who spoke was the useless Taoist priest, who was obviously more anxious than Wang Yi.

The abbot continued: "After the poor monk rescued her father, he raised him in Jingxin Temple and became a monk. When he grew up, he allowed him to return to secular life, marry a wife and have children."

"In everything that happened after that, the poor monk never had a hand in it after he returned to secular life."

The useless Taoist priest was a little puzzled as to why he stopped interfering. Just when he was about to ask, the old monk said it himself, "The thing I promised was to guard the treasure. To rescue Queen Xin, the people have already messed up the secret of heaven, so it is not good to take action here."

"

Although the useless Taoist priest is a member of the Three Religions and is well aware of the secrets of heaven and earth, he is still a little aggrieved by the fact that Queen Xin and his descendants have been reduced to little beggars. However, the other party is a friend of his master, so he can only suppress his resentment in his heart.

As an outsider, Wang Yi certainly didn't know this, so he asked: "What secrets were messed up?"

The abbot sighed slightly and said with some regret: "I rescued her father back then. Although her father survived, his life was full of disasters. In the past, it was okay at Jingxin Temple because of the strong Buddhist spirit here.

Just cover it up to some extent and everything will be fine."

"But when he was twenty years old, his father fell in love with a pilgrim's daughter, who was his mother, and then returned to secular life to propose marriage. There were poor monks as his father's elders, plus the treasure left by King Xin, the days

Life is pretty good, everything is going smoothly.”

"But when the little beggar was two years old, his father went out to do business and was killed by bandits. His mother also died in depression. She was the only child left in the huge mansion. The servant bullied the master, and she, who could not walk at the time, was

She threw her on the street. The poor monk couldn't bear it and took her back to the Jingxin Temple. The poor monk was afraid of repeating his father's experience, so he had to cruelly drive her out of the Jingxin Temple when she was five years old."

At this point, the abbot recited a scripture silently. Wang Yi looked back at the little beggar who was still sleeping soundly. He felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, so he had to pick up the wine bottle on his waist.

The man in green shirt with a sword said that there is nothing that cannot be solved by a pot of wine. If there is any problem, just have another pot.

But today's sorrow seemed a bit overwhelming. Wang Yi drank several times, and the sorrow in his heart was still as full as the stars in the sky.

The abbot continued,

"A few days ago, someone found the poor monk and threatened her with her life, asking the poor monk to tell everything about the treasure. In desperation, the poor monk had no choice but to tell everything. Unexpectedly, it led to this tragedy."

Monk Zhishen on the side has no sign of waking up, but the useless Taoist priest on the side is a little at a loss. He was just sent by the master to take away the master's ashes. Now looking at the abbot's appearance, this guy is more energetic than himself. How can he look like this?

Go to the Western Heaven quickly.

Wang Yi sat there, raised his head suddenly, and looked at the starry sky. Although he was not a Qi practitioner or a profound practitioner, he had some stars of his own in the sea of ​​stars, so he could feel others.

Something that cannot be seen.

The abbot master was a little surprised. He didn't expect Wang Yi to be able to sense the fall of his own star, and then said: "Donor Wang is a person with great blessings."

Wang Yi snorted. Although he knew the truth of the matter, the truth was often very cruel, which was different from what he thought. Obviously, the abbot should not forgive the most evil and the most heinous crimes. In this way, he could do something for those who died.

What, even if it is to condemn and insult the abbot, Wang Yi will feel better.

The abbot looked at the sleeping monk Zhishen on the ground and slowly said, "Senior nephew Zhishen, do you still want to pretend to be asleep?"

Monk Zhishen, who was on the ground and was about to pretend to be stupid, smiled, sat up, and called him Uncle Master very obediently. When he was a child, this Uncle Ring Spirit taught everyone in the temple morning lessons.

, I often missed early classes because of snoozing, and this was what this uncle taught me secretly in private.

The useless Taoist priest finally found someone who could subdue the monk Zhishen. As if grasping a life-saving straw, he rushed to the abbot, pulled the abbot's clothes and said: "Master, please drive this monk away quickly.

Otherwise I would be annoyed to death by him."

The abbot laughed and said, "Zhishen, you were still a child when I left the Little Buddhist Temple, but today you have become a man of talent. Don't follow the useless Taoist priest anymore. Go back to the Little Buddhist Temple first and bring back the relics of the poor monk."

When the monk Zhishen heard what the old monk said, he hurriedly said: "Uncle Master, just wait, I will come to the small Buddhist temple to find the master soon. You will definitely survive."

The abbot shook his head and looked away, "The poor monk has lived for too long and has seen too many people and things. Enter the poor monk and transform into a lotus to escort those who died in the treasure to reincarnation."

"As for her." The abbot glanced at the sleeping little beggar, and then said to Wang Yi: "I know that Donor Wang has a kind heart, so I will ask Donor Wang to raise her up. The poor monk will thank you."

Wang Yi did not answer the abbot's words, because when the little beggar was repairing the road, he felt in his heart that by taking the little beggar with him, he would no longer let her suffer.

When the abbot saw this, he, who was already understanding people's hearts, nodded, clasped his hands together, and looked peaceful.

In the sea of ​​stars, a star falls slowly,

It smashed towards the ground. Wang Yi poured the liquor from the flask in his hand into his mouth.

The old monk smiled and said: "The temple is not here, but the old monk is here. The old monk is not here, but the Dharma is here. The king, almsgiver, and the poor monk have a great gift for you after they leave."

"If one day Donor Wang was walking on the road and saw an old man falling down, the poor monk begged Donor Wang to help the old man up just once. After that, Donor Wang would still do things based on his own mood, okay?"

The old man didn't wait for Wang Yi's answer and glanced at the Jingxin Temple where he had stayed for many years, his vision a little blurry.

"The poor monk is leaving."

Wang Yi raised his head, looked at the falling stars in the sky, and his tears began to flow slowly. The useless Taoist priest sat upright, began to practice slowly, and read Taoist scriptures. The wise monk opened his mouth wide, and he still had many things to say.

Uncle Master asked, why did Uncle Master leave? Not far away, Zhou Liyuan gently put down the little beggar, clasped his hands together, and slowly lowered his head.

The abbot recited a line of Amitabha, and then there was silence.

Immediately afterwards, countless lights began to emanate from the body of the abbot master. In Wang Yi's sight, the body of the abbot master began to slowly dissipate, turning into countless lights and going in all directions, disappearing into the Jingxin Temple. The main hall behind

Among them, the Buddha statue as tall as one side of the hall began to glow slowly, and then a little light yellow light began to gather. When all the light gathered, it quickly flew out of the hall and headed straight for Wang Yi.

Wang Yi wiped away his tears, took a look, and then took action, knocking the light away and falling on the sleeping little beggar. The light slowly entered the little beggar's body. Zhou Liyuan's eyes widened, and he could guess what was happening now.

The power in the treasure that allows people to enter Xingjun is the light in front of them. Relying on the terrifying aura above, Zhou Liyuan concluded that Wang Yi can definitely enter Xingjun, not to mention that the old monk made it clear that he would give it to Wang Yi before he died, but

Wang Yi gave it to the little beggar without even looking at it.

Zhou Liyuan began to admire Wang Yi a little.

Wang Yi sat up. The abbot's figure was long gone on the futon next to him. Only a golden relic fell quietly there. Wang Yi said to the useless Taoist priest who had finished reciting the sutra: "I'm afraid the Taoist priest is not there."

Chance took away the ashes, and the master only left a relic, which he asked Master Zhishen to take back to the small Buddhist temple."

The useless Taoist priest shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter. Master will understand what happened today."

Monk Zhishen was in rare silence. He walked to the relic, gently picked up the relic, put it in his arms, bowed to everyone, and then left.

Seeing this, the useless Taoist priest also knew the reason why he didn't stay. He bowed to Wang Yi and Zhou Liyuan, said goodbye and left.
Chapter completed!