The sky was covered with dark clouds.
Thunder rolls.
The torrential rain poured down.
The entire Xiaoyun Temple seemed to be covered by a rain curtain and became blurred.
In the Daxiong Palace.
The light appears slightly dim.
The huge Buddha, sitting upright, looks down compassionately.
Candles flicker all around.
The little novice rapped on the wooden fish.
The low thud sound was very regular, as if it covered up the wind, rain, and thunder outside.
On the futon, a young man was kneeling.
Brocade white gown, handsome face.
But if you look closely, you can see that the area around his eyes is pitch-black.
The lips are also purple and blue.
There was a heavy dead air all over Hun.
He is the young master of the Li family in Qinghe County.
Li Wuyou.
Suffered from sepsis for many years.
Countless famous doctors have been sought, but there is still no cure.
Life is not long.
Li Wuyou stood in front of his chest with his left hand, and held a Buddhist bead in his right hand.
Lips squirmed.
Silently recite the Buddhist scriptures.
A string of prayer beads slowly twirled between his thumbs.
His face was unusually calm.
It seemed that terminal illness did not happen to him.
"Amitabha!"
From the back of the main hall, an old monk wearing a golden cassock came out.
Slightly hunched.
Wrinkled face.
Old-fashioned, but with a respectable appearance.
This is the abbot of Xiaoyun Temple.
Yunzhi.
Li Wuyou is the most devout pilgrim of Xiaoyun Temple.
The Daxiong Palace, the Buddha's golden body, and even the Dujing Pavilion in the back mountain were all repaired with Li Wuyou's money.
He dare not not welcome.
After a while, Li Wuyou finished chanting.
stood up.
"It was raining heavily and the mountain roads were difficult to walk, but Li benefactor still came to serve the Buddha with his sick body. His devotion was deeply touching."
Abbot Yunzhi stepped forward slowly, clasped his hands together,
"Buddha will surely bless Li benefactor and live a long life."
He knew Li Wuyou's knot in his heart.
The latter has been looking for doctors and medicines for so many years, praying to gods and worshiping Buddha, all because he wants to live a few more years.
So, he knows what to say.
Let the latter pay more for incense.
"Abbot Xie Yunzhi said auspicious words."
But today's Li Wuyou, after hearing these words, still looked calm.
No expectations at all.
After a pause, Li Wuyou said in a hoarse voice,
"Master Yunzhi, Mr. Li has something to ask for clarification?"
"Benefactor Li, please, the poor monk knows everything, and he can say everything."
Yun Zhi looked sincere.
Li Wuyou turned around, raised his head, and looked at the shining golden Buddha statue.
After a short silence, he suddenly smiled.
asked,
"The master keeps saying that the Buddha can bless Li with a long life, do you believe it yourself?"
"Uh... Amitabha!"
Yun Zhi's face was stiff.
This question is really acute.
But he is the abbot after all, he has good concentration, quickly regained his composure, and explained,
"As long as Donor Li is devout enough, the Buddha will definitely hear your wish."
"Master Yunzhi, your answer is irrelevant."
Li Wuyou narrowed his eyes, although his face was still calm, but there was a cold sharpness emanating from his body,
"The question I ask is not whether the Buddha can hear it, but, Master, do you believe it yourself?"
"Benefactor Li..."
Yun Zhi's face paled when he was oppressed by the latter's momentum, and he couldn't help but took two steps back.
speechless.
"Master Yunzhi, you don't believe me either?"
Li Wuyou raised the corner of his mouth.
The sarcasm in the smile is clearly visible.
Yun Zhi didn't know why Li Wuyou, who was always gentle and refined, suddenly became like this.
But he didn't want to miss this big pilgrim.
Take a few deep breaths, suppress the fear in your heart, put your hands together, and say in a deep voice,
"The poor monk is a believer."
"Buddha reaches the sky, overlooking all living beings, what all living beings wish..."
puff!
His words stopped abruptly!
Because, Li Wuyou took out a dagger from his bosom and stabbed it directly into his heart.
Blood spurted out.
The golden cassock was dyed red, and the futon was also dyed red!
It even dyed the white shirt on Li Wuyou's body red.
"you… "
Abbot Yunzhi never expected that Li Wuyou would kill him suddenly, his eyes widened, and his face was quickly filled with panic.
"Master Yunzhi has served the Buddha for many years, so he should be devout enough."
Li Wuyou patted Yun Zhi's shoulder lightly, and said with a smile,
"Let me see, Buddha, how to bless you with a long life!"
puff!
After speaking, Li Wuyou drew out his dagger.
Yun Zhi staggered back, and with a plop, he knelt down under the Buddha statue.
Blood spread quickly.
Like red flowers blooming.
"ah… "
The little monk discovered the horror here and screamed.
Then throw away the wooden fish.
Panicked and fled towards the outside of the Daxiong Palace!
call out!
The dagger flew out of Li Wuyou's hand, and precisely poked the little monk's back.
Yinhong blooms.
He fell on the doorstep.
The blood, washed by the raindrops flowing from the eaves, spread towards the bottom.
"Li Wuyou... Are you crazy... Are you crazy?"
Yun Zhi hadn't died completely yet, he was clutching his heart, his voice terrified.
"I just want to see if the Buddha can really bless the master, and you, one hundred Buddhist disciples in Xiaoyun Temple!"
Li Wuyou walked up to the little novice, and pulled down the dagger.
Then, just walked into the rain curtain.
Boom!
In the nine-day sky, lightning raged like a silver snake, shaking the entire Xiaoyun Temple to tremble.
The two young monks seemed to have heard the shouts from the Daxiong Palace.
Came over curiously.
Just as they were about to salute Li Wuyou, their necks were wiped open.
Then, he fell into the muddy water in horror.
Blood spread in the rain.
They clutched their necks, their bodies twitched violently, their faces desperate and puzzled.
what happened
"No... Li Wuyou..."
Master Yunzhi stared at the killing under the rain, and the despair and fear on his face became more intense. He turned around with difficulty, reached out and grabbed the feet of the Buddha statue, and begged,
"Buddha... Please... save them..."
"Buddha..."
The Golden Light Buddha was indifferent.
"ah… "
Yun Zhi was so distraught that he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Then, he died out of breath.
Two bloody handprints were left on the body of the Buddha.
…
About half an hour.
Li Wuyou's figure reappeared in the Daxiong Palace.
His clothes are wet.
Stick it tightly to your body.
Intense bright red, flowing along the hem of the clothes.
Every step you take leaves a red footprint.
He passed Yunzhi's body and came under the statue of Buddha.
puff!
He stood staring at the statue for a moment, then his face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Suffering from terminal illness, forced to use force.
Let the little vitality left in his body flow away more quickly.
Hair, slowly graying.
There are also some wrinkles in the skin.
But there was no fear in his eyes, but a coldness that was almost crazy.
"You can't even bless your own believers!"
"Not to mention me?"
"Then what is the use of me begging you?"
Li Wuyou's voice was serious.
Face like a devil.
boom!
With fierce vigor, the dagger slashed at the foundation below the statue of Buddha.
Sawdust flew.
crunch!
The statue of Buddha shook for a while, and then slowly fell down.
Boom!
It hit the ground, crushing Yun Zhi's body into a pulp.
Blood splattered.
And it itself shattered into countless pieces.
Mess everywhere!
Buddha's head rolled to the gate.
In the pupils of the eyes, I don't know if it's tears or the rain that splashed in.
Flow slowly.
Not long after, Xiaoyun Temple was ablaze!
In the endless flames, Li Wuyou walked down the mountain, sneered,
"Since gods and Buddhas are useless, then I will come in person and ask for my life!"