Volume 1: A stone strikes a thousand waves, the world surrounds Li Daosheng Chapter 41 A Thief and a Monk
When Li Si came back, the rain had almost stopped. He calculated the time and found that only an incense stick of time had passed since he left.
"Didn't you say it would take an hour?" Monk Yuanji asked as he sat on the couch in front of the door, his skinny hands raised in front of him in a Buddhist seal.
He originally thought that he would inevitably have to drive away a few gangsters who came to his door.
Now, I just sit there for a while.
"Why, aren't you happy about causing you less trouble?" Li Si smiled helplessly and tilted his head.
"How about I go and call some people over for you?"
In fact, he did not expect that the three men seemed to be coming only for him and had no intention of doing anything else.
Should we say that they are nice people, or should we say that they are lucky?
Because if they had let this old monk take action, the outcome would definitely not be what it is now.
"No thanks. I am old now and I don't want to cause any more trouble."
Waving his hand to stop Li Si from causing more trouble, the old monk smiled and put down his hand that was holding the Buddha's seal, and asked in a hoarse voice.
"So, everything is the same as before?"
Hearing his words, Li Si also smiled, walked into the hall and said, "Everything is the same as before."
What is the old one?
It’s like the old people, like the old tea, like the old scriptures.
What Li Si didn't notice was that since he came back, Bai Yaoer, who was sitting in the corner, had been keeping her head down, blushing and not daring to look at him. He didn't know what was going on.
Three incense sticks were burning in the Buddhist hall, causing light smoke to linger.
The clay statue of Bodhisattva is still placed on the Buddha's seat.
The old monk sat in front of Li Si, with a scripture and a wooden fish beside him.
Li Si sat cross-legged lazily, supporting his neck.
“Boom.”
As the wooden fish was struck for the first time, the old monk began to chant.
Li Si also gradually closed his eyes.
Bai Yaoer, who was sitting on the side listening, didn’t understand what the old monk was chanting, but if she knew, she would probably be scared.
The scripture that the old monk was reciting at this time was called the Sutra of Rebirth, a copy used to liberate the dead and persuade the dead souls.
But why he read it to a living person, and why Li Si listened so carefully, no one knew.
Because the story behind it is really old.
…
That should have been fifteen years ago.
At that time, Monk Yuanji was not called Monk Yuanji. His name was Yuanyuan, a famous monk who was known for killing people.
And Li Si was not yet the King of Thieves. His name was just Li Si, and from the outside, he looked like a child who had just turned thirteen years old.
That day was a gloomy autumn day.
Yuan Yuan killed an enemy on the Tianmen Mountain Trail. He did it very skillfully, piercing the man's chest with his sword and ripping his stomach open.
After killing the man, he did not leave in a hurry, but sat next to the corpse and ate steamed buns.
The steamed bun was even stained with blood, but he ate it voraciously, holding the sword upright at his side and stabbing it into his enemy's stomach.
When he was about halfway through eating the steamed bun, he stopped and turned to look at the corpse of his enemy.
He paused for a moment, and for a long time he just stared at the corpse.
It was not until he moved his mouth and swallowed the bun in his mouth that he finally spoke softly.
"Namo Amitabha, Amitabha..."
This is the first sentence in the Sutra of Rebirth, which he read to his enemy.
What was he going to do? To save the souls of his enemies? He didn’t know, he just recited.
Just at this moment, a hand covered in mud reached up from the side of the cliff on the mountain path.
Monk Yuanyuan's murderous intent was instantly overwhelming.
But the owner of the hand was not affected at all. He still struggled to cling to the edge of the cliff and climbed up bit by bit.
It was not until he had completely climbed up the cliff and fell to the side of the road gasping for breath that Monk Yuanyuan could see his appearance clearly.
He was a teenager, not very old, with long hair, unkempt appearance, and wearing clothes woven out of leaves.
The child also saw Yuanyuan and the corpse beside him, but he did not panic. He continued to lie there calmly, breathing tiredly.
Yuan Yuan looked at the child, then looked down at the cliff. The fog was very thick, at least several hundred feet high. God knew how a child could climb up there with bare hands.
Similarly, he didn't ask anything, but just retracted his gaze and sat down again.
The two of them just stayed together like that, one breathing heavily, the other silent.
They stayed there until dark, then Yuan Yuan held out half a steamed bun in his hand to the child and asked.
"Little Shizhu, do you want to eat steamed buns?"
The child's breathing had calmed down, and he was obviously not as tired as when he first climbed up the cliff.
He did not answer Yuan Yuan's words, but continued to lie there on his back with an expressionless face.
But suddenly, he uttered the sound again in a stumbling tone.
"What sutra were you chanting earlier? Could you please chant it for me?"
It looked as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.
through?
Yuan Yuan was stunned for a moment. After a long while, he realized that the sutra the child was talking about was probably the rebirth mantra that he had recited to the dead before.
He laughed, very loudly.
"That's called the Sutra of Rebirth, and it's read to ghosts. Are you a ghost?"
His laughter echoed through the valley.
Amidst the laughter, the child stared blankly at the stars in the sky for a long time before answering softly.
"Who...knows."
Yuanyuan's laughter gradually stopped, perhaps because he felt that the child was so calm and there was nothing funny about him.
Looking carefully at the lying child, he found that he really looked like a wandering ghost.
"What's your name?" Yuan Yuan asked.
"Li, Si." The child gave a brief answer.
"I just killed my last enemy." Yuan Yuan calmly pulled out his sword from the corpse beside him.
While wiping the blood off the blade with his monk's robe, he spoke to the child named Li Si.
"Now I don't want to kill anyone anymore. I'm going to find a place to hide. You little devil, do you want to follow me?"
The sound of the wind in the mountains was like the howling of ghosts and wolves.
Li Si, who was lying on the ground, turned his head, revealing his eyes without any emotion, and nodded.
"good……"
Anyway, he had nowhere to go.
"Then you follow me." Monk Yuanyuan curled the corners of his mouth and put his sword back into the sheath.
"Mantou, mantou." Li Si, who was lying on the ground, moved his lips and raised his chin towards Yuan Yuan's hand.
"Huh?" Yuan Yuan didn't react for a moment. When he followed Li Si's gaze and saw the steamed bun in his hand, he smiled knowingly and threw the steamed bun to Li Si.
"Here you go."
Li Si sat up from the ground, picked up the steamed bun, and ate it in big mouthfuls without paying attention to the blood and dirt on it.
So that night, a thief stepped out of the valley and a monk converted to Buddhism.
