Volume 2: A sudden change in the prison, a red-clothed man goes out to find a thief Chapter 231 The most important thing in life is to choose a way to live
"Hiss! Slow down, it hurts."
In Jinshan Temple, Li Si was supported by Shu Hunu and walked into his room. At this time, he had been beaten by the old monk so badly that he could not even walk steadily.
The old monk's palm power was quite strong. Even though he didn't have much force, each of his palms still penetrated deep into the flesh with a loud sound, and almost knocked Li Si unconscious.
It will take at least four or five days to take good care of it.
Feeling the burning pain on his butt, Li Si thought with a sad face.
At this time, he shifted his attention to the tiger girl.
Looking at the serious face beside him, Li Si hesitated for a moment, patted Shu Hu Nu's shoulder heavily and said.
"Girl, I want to discuss something with you."
Shu Hu Nu was supporting Li Si as they walked into the room. When she heard that Li Si had something to discuss with her, she was stunned for a moment, then nodded in response.
"Well, go ahead."
"It's nothing, actually." Li Si smiled ingratiatingly, and held the hand on Shuhu girl's shoulder more firmly, as if speaking with great heroism.
"Tell me, how does Brother Si treat you on a daily basis?"
The tiger girl raised her eyebrows and was about to say that it was not bad. But then she remembered what happened last night, and with a knot in her heart, she silently moved her eyes to the side and said lightly.
"Not very good."
"Cough." Li Si coughed dryly, and the smile froze on his face. Then he changed his expression and begged the tiger girl with a bitter face.
"Honestly, girl, can you please not tell anyone about what happened today? Whether your cousin can save his reputation depends entirely on you."
As expected, this is another ridiculous thing...
Shu Hu Nu sighed inwardly. She shouldn't have thought that Li Si would discuss any serious matters with her.
To be honest, why would she go out and spread this kind of thing, and who could she talk to?
Dugu Bufu, Jiang Lian'er, Tie Muyi, Hua Junjun, or the leader of the evil cult?
Apart from Hua Junjun, she wasn't very familiar with the others. At most they could just say hello when they met.
She was just a lone traveler in the world, so how could she have the leisure to spread all these bad things about Li Si.
"Okay." After helping Li Si to lie down on the bed, Shuhu Nu patted Li Si's back.
"I won't tell anyone about this. Just have a good rest."
"Thank you." Hearing this, Li Si was relieved. It was not that he was making a fuss, but this matter was really shameful.
He is already this old, and life is not easy...
Seeing Li Si's dejected look, Shu Hu Nu couldn't help but think of the scene just now. She smiled and shook her head, then glanced at Li Si's butt and asked.
"Do you want me to apply medicine to you?"
"No need." Li Si lay on the bed and waved his hands dejectedly.
“I can still do this myself.”
"Well, I'll go out and practice swordplay first." The tiger girl nodded and left the room. In order to watch Li Si fight the old monk, she didn't even do her morning lessons this morning, so it was time to make up for it now.
After the tiger girl left, about a cup of tea later, the old monk came in holding a string of prayer beads.
When Li Si saw this man, he shuddered again and asked angrily.
"Monk, what are you going to do now?"
"Nothing?" Monk Yuanji smiled bitterly, sat down beside Li Si's bed, and said while counting his rosary beads.
"Just came to talk to you."
"Chat..." Li Si felt a little uncomfortable when he read these two words.
You know, neither he nor the old monk was good at chatting, so since they were young, the two of them had only sat together to chat a few times. Most of the time, the old monk would recite his own sutras, and Li Si would do his own thing, either practicing in the mountains or playing with the shepherds at the foot of the mountain. In short, when they were not talking much, they would only say a few words a day, let alone chatting.
"What are you talking about?" Li Si asked sullenly, lying weakly on the bed.
"Let's talk about your last move just now." The old monk said slowly with a smile.
"The last move?" Li Si was stunned for a moment: "What's there to say? I used it often before, but it's just a little faster this time."
"Yes." The old monk nodded and seemed to say affirmatively.
"It's fast enough, but it's not fast enough to kill me. Next time if you want to kill me, remember to bring a peerless sword and stab my Qimen acupoint. Make sure to kill me with one strike, don't hold back."
Li Si was confused by what the old monk said and asked in surprise.
"Why would I kill you?"
The old monk looked at Li Si deeply for a long while, then smiled meaningfully, put his hand on Li Si's head, patted him lightly and said.
"Everything in this world has cause and effect. Between you and me, I am the cause and you are the effect."
Li Si still didn't understand what the old monk meant, but the old monk had stopped talking. He stood up and walked out the door, but before leaving, he turned back and gave Li Si another instruction.
"Remember, Qimen acupoint."
That is his weak spot, but even so, in this world today, perhaps only Li Si can break it.
After saying this, he opened the door and walked out slowly, fingering the rosary in his hand as usual.
Li Si was picked up by an old monk on the cliff of Tianmen Mountain. The old monk kept saying that he was a ghost, and Li Si believed that there was nothing wrong with that.
He is a ghost. After all, the first meal he had in the world was a blood-soaked bun given by an old monk.
Since ancient times, Buddhism has held the idea of converting the dead souls to achieve merit. Li Si had always believed that the old monk was doing just that, and had never thought about whether he had other intentions.
…
Twenty-six years ago, in the winter of the Xinchou year, it snowed in Jinshan Temple.
Li Si, who was only fifteen years old, knelt in front of the dilapidated Buddhist temple. He was wearing a loose gray monk's robe and holding a bowl of warm tea in his hand, drinking it sip by sip.
Steam wafts from the brown-gray tea bowl.
Through the heat, Li Si quietly looked at the snow outside the mountain. It was like flying catkins all over the sky, covering everywhere with silver.
Footsteps were heard, and the old monk slowly walked up from behind him and sat down beside him.
"What are you thinking about?" asked the old monk.
"Think about what the world outside is like." Li Si took a sip of warm tea, feeling the warmth spreading in his stomach, and answered lightly.
Although he was not very old at that time, his brows already showed signs of old age, as if he had lost interest in everything.
"Thousands of forms." The old monk followed Li Si's gaze and looked at the flying snow outside the temple gate, and said slowly.
"Yeah." Li Si nodded slightly as a response, and continued to hold the tea bowl, sitting quietly.
The two of them sat in silence until the evening, when the snow in the mountains seemed to have become lighter, and the old monk, who was counting his rosary beads, spoke.
"I'm going down the mountain to do some shopping tomorrow. Is there anything you want?"
"Sugar man." Li Si didn't think much about it and answered expressionlessly .
"Okay." The old monk nodded and silently wrote it down. Then he stopped turning the rosary in his hand and prepared to get up and leave.
At this time, Li Si beside him suddenly asked.
"Monk, if I want to live a more carefree life, what should I do?"
The old monk paused for a moment, then sat down again, thought for a while, and answered.
"Game world?"
What was rare was that this time there was a tone of uncertainty in his words.
Listening to the old monk's answer, Li Si was silent for a while. After a long time, he closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, there was already an awkward smile on the corner of his mouth.
He acted as if he was playing around in the world.
But his smile was empty. All others could see was a hint of coldness and desolation. It was like forcing a smile on a dead person's face. It was meaningless.
"Then I'll make note of it." Li Si said.
If this would make his life easier, he wouldn't mind.
Unfortunately, Li Si was still not able to figure it out at this time. The world was not a place where one could play around freely. It was always filled with endless entanglements of human affairs. Once one became too entangled, there would be no way to escape.
And playing games in the world is naturally not a way to feel relaxed and comfortable. It can only make people deeply addicted and unable to extricate themselves.
"Don't be so stubborn." The old monk looked at Li Si and suddenly put his hand on his head and patted him.
"I know." Li Si responded with a smile.
"I just want to live a good life and not make my old friends worry."
"Hmm." The old monk listened, put down his hands, and then asked, "Would you like to buy some red bean paste buns?"
He was talking about the issue of going down the mountain again.
"Yes." A gleam of light flashed in Li Si's eyes and he answered without hesitation.
He has always been firm in his stance on these sweet foods.
