Volume 1: A stone strikes a thousand waves, the world surrounds Li Daosheng Chapter 35: The old monk in the empty mountain Buddhist temple hides away in peace and tranquility
Early the next morning, Li Si saw Tie Muyi off.
On a path in the suburbs, Tie Muyi stood in the middle of the road with his seven iron swords on his back.
Li Si stood in front of the road with Bai Yaoer.
There is no fragrant grass to bid farewell, nor a cup of wine to express one's heartfelt feelings.
Some just patted each other on the shoulder and said goodbye to each other.
Before leaving, Tie Muyi turned sideways with his sword on his back and looked at Li Si again.
"Remember to come for Dragon Boat Festival."
"Got it." Li Si still looked lazy and waved his hand casually.
"Don't worry, even if I really go to prison, I can get out."
This is not a lie, the prison in heaven cannot hold him.
No matter what, Li Si is one of the best thieves in the world. There is no place he cannot go to and no place he cannot get out of.
Tie Muyi left. The road was a bit cold. It would be Qingming Festival in a few days.
There was a thin layer of blue clouds in the sky, as if quietly waiting for the next drizzle. The sunlight was blocked and the mountain road was grey, but the shallow grass was green.
"Where are we going next?" Bai Yaoer looked back at Li Si.
"Jinshan Temple." Li Si answered while stretching lazily. His white robe fluttered in the mountains, as if he was alone and at ease.
"That's right." Li Si put down his hand and looked at Bai Yaoer.
"How have you thought about what I said yesterday?"
Bai Yaoer's expression froze, and she shrugged and turned her head away: "I'll think about it."
"What's there to think about?" Li Si smiled bitterly and walked behind Bai Yaoer to massage her shoulders.
"It will only take three to five days, auntie, just promise me."
"Hmph." Bai Yaoer snorted with a slight smile on her face, tilted her neck and said, "That depends on your performance."
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The Tang Sect retreated in defeat, there was no news from the Changle Sect, and the Emei Sect and the Qingcheng Sect, one was still chasing, and the other went straight back to the mountain gate.
The owners of the Xueyi Tower and Fengyu Tower had both come, and there were even rumors that Tie Muyi, the young master of the Tiejian Sect, would fight against the two building owners alone.
Li Si still hadn't been caught, which made people in the underworld realize more clearly how difficult it was to catch the fastest thief in the world.
However, according to the news spread by Changle Gate, Li Si rescued a girl when he was in Hangzhou City and stayed with her for three days. If they started with her, there might be a chance to catch Li Si.
Sure enough, at one time many people in the martial arts world set their sights on Bai Yaoer.
No one has ever heard of Li Si having any relatives or family members, so he would not be threatened. But now that a girl has appeared, naturally some people want to give it a try.
In a teahouse in Suzhou City.
Xiao Muchu and Mu Wu were sitting together drinking tea. In front of them was a chessboard with some black and white pieces placed on it. They must be playing chess.
"Why did you let Tie Muyi go before?"
Mu Wu sat upright, dropped a black dot and said.
"Li Si and we are not mortal enemies. There is no need for people in the martial arts world to be so ruthless when doing things." Xiao Muchu drank tea, looked at the chessboard for a while, and put down a white piece.
"Unlike you guys in the Blood Robe Building, who always shout for war and killing."
"We in the Blood Robe Tower don't shout for fighting, we only shout for killing." Mu Wu shook his head and placed another piece on the chessboard.
"You lose."
"Really?" Xiao Muchu carefully examined the chessboard and found that he had indeed lost, so he quickly waved his hand and said.
"Not bad, have another one."
Mu Wu frowned and said nothing. The man in front of him was probably the one with the worst chess skills and chess ethics he had ever seen. But he loved playing chess very much and would drag someone to play chess endlessly.
They have been snowing here for half a day. Even if he went to fight Dugu Bufu, he probably wouldn't be so tired.
"Tell me, if you want Li Si to help you find someone who is hard to find, what other methods are there besides catching him?"
While adjusting the chessboard, Xiao Muchu suddenly asked Mu Wu in a serious tone.
Mu Wu was stunned for a moment. He rarely saw Xiao Muchu looking so serious.
"That depends on who this person is."
"What if this person is Li Si's friend?" Xiao Muchu put all the white pieces back into the chess box.
"That depends on what you want him to do." Mu Wu also took back the black piece.
There was silence at the chess table for a while. Xiao Muchu took a white piece, turned it around in his hand a few times, and put it on the new chessboard.
"I want him to repent with the same person."
On the chessboard, the white pieces were reflected in his black pupils, turning into a color that was difficult to distinguish between clear and turbid.
…
The east wind was still blowing last night, and the rain continued at the mountain gate.
Withered branches, fallen leaves, broken basket, and an old monk in the empty temple.
Instead of talking about the worries of the human world, talk about the worries of Buddhist affairs.
For Li Si, there are many differences between the Jinshan Temple in this life and the Jinshan Temple in the previous life.
Although the Jinshan Temple in this life is also located on the bank of the Minjiang River, the difference is that the Minjiang River has grown longer, almost encircling the south of the Yangtze River, while the temple has become smaller, so small that there are almost no monks.
The Jinshan Temple in this life is a small temple that no one cares about. Perhaps even people living at the foot of the mountain don’t know that there is a temple on the mountain.
That temple is very dilapidated. “Dilapidated” refers to the dilapidated buildings and houses, and “old” refers to the old people and scriptures.
The only old monk there had been there for who knows how many years. The robes he wore and the scriptures he was reading were already very worn out.
But Li Si still went to listen to his lectures frequently, almost every year, except for one year.
That year he got drunk, made a bet with someone, and stole a piece of jade from the palace.
However, he admitted his mistake after stealing it. He returned the jade two days later and left a note to show his sincerity.
Who knew that the matter would get even bigger.
If he had known that would happen, he would never have made that bet.
But no matter what, there is no medicine for regret in this world.
In an ancient temple in the mountains, an old monk was sitting in front of a clay Buddha statue and chanting sutras. He tapped the wooden fish lightly, and the hollow sound echoed in the temple.
Suddenly, his hand stopped.
In front of the Buddhist temple, he opened his eyes, looked at the old tree outside the door that still had fallen leaves, and talked to himself.
"Come to think of it, this year, Donor Li will be here soon, too."
Jinshan Temple was always empty, with no pilgrims or novice monks. Even the only Buddha statue was a clay Bodhisattva.
Yes, even Buddha in this world cannot protect himself.
It is difficult to be pure and it is even more difficult to be kind.
That’s why the old monk hides here, for a while.
He avoided everyone in the world, but strangely enough, the only person he didn't avoid was Li Si.
In his words, it was because Li Si had a Buddhist affinity, a Buddhist affinity that was not affected by the dust of the world.
So he was happy to read scriptures to Li Si, and Li Si was also happy to listen.
