Abbot Juefei gave the Kushan Sect's group the greatest courtesy. He sighed and got off the couch, actually wanting to lead the way himself.
The fat monk wrapped up his robe, covering his trembling flesh. Then he turned to Yan Qing, who closed his eyes and pretended to be blind: "Yan family boy, you don't have to close your eyes. The scenery here is so beautiful, it would be a pity not to see it."
Yan Qing opened his ghost eyes with a look of disbelief.
Abbot Juefei laughed again: "Amitabha, our temple has always been on good terms with Taiheng. Your senior Shi knew that the Kushan Sect was going to retreat, so he sent a letter asking me not to make things too difficult for you. After all, even in our temple, the wisdom of our great-grandfather Kongshi is rare. If he had not been killed by Yan Budu, he would have been the youngest abbot in the history of Jianchen Temple."
Yan Qing stood there in a daze, not knowing how to answer. Su Si nervously tilted his head, his back tense, and looked ready to strike.
However, Abbot Juefei just staggered over and patted Yan Qing on the shoulder.
"As the saying goes, everyone has his own fate. Since Yanbudu can bring the stone sword back to the mountain, this fate is also great. You will go out like this later. If any monk breaks the precept of anger, I will throw him into the Buddha Heart Formation to reflect on himself."
After saying that, he winked at Yan Qing.
"The little kid from the small town has grown up now. How's it going? Are you still playing with the apricot kernels I taught you?"
Su Si: "Did you, the old bald... master, teach him in the beginning?"
"Amitabha, I am not stuck in Huilian Mountain. Every ten to ten years, I will go down the mountain to travel."
Yan Qing stood quietly for a while, then bowed earnestly to Jue Fei: "Thank you, Master Abbot, for your care."
"It's just a small matter, just a small matter." Jue Fei waved his hand, and turned to Shi Jingzhi and Yin Ci with a smile. "You two don't need to cover your faces, just keep your head up and your chest out. I'll hold a stick, and even if I break the vow of lust, I'll punish any little bastard who dares to break the vow of lust later... hehe."
Shi Jingzhi and Yin Ci: “…”
The Sutra-Washing Meeting was held in the courtyard. Buddhist banners fluttered, and the sutras were hung out to dry in the warm winter sun, and slowly smoked with medicinal smoke. The whole Jianchen Temple was filled with a soothing and calming bitter aroma.
As the breeze blows, the pages of the scriptures rustle, which has a mysterious feel.
Juefei led the group through the yard in a carefree manner, and they took the initiative to stroll around the yard.
This proved that the monks of Jianchen Temple had great concentration. Most people looked at the master and his disciple with admiration, and only a young monk avoided their gazes and continued to chant sutras. No one broke the rules.
Compared to beauty, the killing power of the Yan family's ghost eyes is even stronger - two monks couldn't help but glared at Yan Qing. Then Jue Fei picked them up like chickens and threw them out of the Sutra-washing Courtyard: "Go, go, go to the top of the Master of Blasphemy Mountain to meditate. Four hours, not a little less."
It was not until all the monks in the yard looked at each other's noses and hearts and treated the Kushan School as four bonsai trees that Juefei clasped his hands in satisfaction and led everyone towards the pagoda forest.
The sun was warm and the sky was clear. Although the pagoda forest was the burial place of many monks, it was peaceful and not at all eerie.
The thin monk Juehui was waiting in front of the pagoda forest, leading the young monk who always said "color is emptiness". When they saw Yin Ci, both of them looked a little serious.
"Don't worry about it, everyone. My junior brother is just a worrier. In addition to the stone sword, there are many other treasures in the underground palace... Your master and disciple can only make do if they are separated. If they work together, I will definitely not be their opponent."
Abbot Juefei glanced at Yin Ci and spoke frankly.
"Amitabha, just give me some face and ignore my junior brother."
Juefei's face was round and had few wrinkles, while Juehui's face was wrinkled painfully. Even though he was younger than Juefei in age and seniority, the term "junior brother" didn't fit him in any way.
After hearing Jue Fei's words, the wrinkled monk Jue Hui bowed his head and saluted.
The people of Kushan Sect had no bad intentions, so Shi Jingzhi returned the greeting openly. When they entered the underground palace, he specially asked the monk Juehui to follow behind them to show his friendship.
When they arrived at the place, Juefei knocked on the door with his extremely powerful Buddhist energy, and the stone door of the underground palace slowly opened.
The underground palace of Jianchen Temple was spacious and clean. There was no smell of decay inside, but it was cool and ventilated, and light Buddhist incense was burning. The pottery jars containing the remains of monks were grand in style and neatly arranged, showing a solemn meaning.
At the innermost part of the underground palace, there is an eternal lamp burning, and the instruments used by the eminent monks during their lifetime are placed on the stone platform, each of them is free from dust and looks as quiet as sleeping.
Kongshi's stone sword was placed in the center, leaning against the wall.
A hundred years of time have left no trace on the sword, it only looks like what it was in my mind. The stone sword is simple in style, grayish blue, with uncut edges. If you look closely, you can see the intricate Dharma words carved on the sword.
Just looking at Shi Jian's appearance, no one could see anything unusual.
The relief on Shi Jingzhi's face gradually disappeared. He frowned, carefully examined the sword, and his face became slightly bitter.
"This is trouble." He whispered to Yin Ci, "Given Yan Budu's malicious intent, he will probably have to resort to some sinister means to find the clues."
Yin Ci nodded calmly. Shi Jingzhi's implication was obvious - judging from Yama's usual methods, no matter what "solution" that person had set up, it must not be tried in the pure land of Buddhism.
If they don't want to mess around at the graves of the masters and offend Jianchen Temple to death, they must find a way to take it away.
"This sword is called 'Compassion' and is made of Muyan Stone. It was made by Grandmaster Kongshi with his bare hands. He also carved these words of Dharma himself."
Juefei didn't hide his smile, and there was a hint of respect on his round face.
"You may have heard that the Muyan Stone is the hardest stone in the world. It is extremely heavy and difficult to cut. No one except my uncle uses it as a weapon... Okay, you can take a look at it. Even if you want to break this sword, you need some skills."
Shi Jingzhi: "Can the abbot lift it?"
"I can lift it now, but with my body size, I can't use any strength to lift it. No chance, no chance." Juefei patted his belly regretfully.
Shi Jingzhi took a breath and said, "Okay, Su Si, go ahead and try it."
Su Si: “Oh.”
The next moment, Su Si came back to his senses: "Xiao Xiao, why should I go first?"
Shi Jingzhi said seriously: "First the force, then the courtesy, first the serious, then the trivial. Maybe after Shi Jian sees your determination, he will be more polite to us."
Su Si: “…”
Su Si looked like he wanted to yell, "If Yan Budu can do it, why can't I?" Considering that Abbot Juefei was watching, he swallowed the words, took a deep breath, and carefully grasped the sword.
He had been escaping for ten years repeatedly because of an obsession. In terms of "obsession", he might be the most extreme one.
Shi Jian obviously agreed with him.
As soon as Su Si grabbed the hilt of the sword, he screamed. A flash of light passed by, and he was actually knocked back two or three feet.
The sword on the stone platform suddenly became more majestic. If it had not had arms and legs, it would have seemed as if it was about to step down from the platform and roll up its sleeves to beat Su Si.
Abbot Juefei exclaimed: "Amitabha, this little donor is really amazing."
Yin Ci: “…” After Kongshi, has weirdness become a fine tradition of Jianchen Temple
However, Shi Jingzhi's inference was correct. Su Si's obsession was far stronger than that of ordinary people, and he really could not lift the big sword.
Su Si got up, his face covered in dirt, his handsome face distorted. He clenched his meat knife and gritted his teeth: "Tsk, anyway, I have my own knife."
Yin Ci sighed and glanced at Jue Hui who had been staring at him: "I'll be the next one."
With Su Si in front and Shi Jingzhi behind, even if Shi Jian overreacted to him, it wouldn't be too noticeable.
… He does not induce greed, anger, and ignorance, and perhaps his ego is not that strong.
Yin Ci calmed down, cleared his mind, then took a step forward and grasped the hilt of the sword.
This time, the stone sword's reaction was not so sharp. It did not send Yin Ci flying, but the hilt felt extremely cold, like thousand-year-old ice. Yin Ci had no doubt that if he continued to hold it, his palm would be severely frostbitten in a short while.
The stone sword was rejecting him strongly.
Before letting go, Yin Ci pulled desperately. Sure enough, the stone sword was extremely heavy and did not move at all.
As expected, one cannot rely on luck. His "persistence" is not as ostentatious as Su Si's, but it can be considered a hundred-year stubborn persistence, and he cannot get away with it.
"I can't lift it. It seems that I'm not aware enough." Yin Ci clenched his fists, hiding his frostbite, and there was no trace of change on his face.
Abbot Juefei looked at him with a smile but said nothing.
"It's the junior's turn."
Shi Jingzhi handed the "Medicine cures disease" flag to Yin Ci, rubbing his hands solemnly. So far, the two of them had not tried, and both failed, the situation was not optimistic. If this way didn't work, they had to rack their brains to find another way and deal with Jianchen Temple carefully.
… In other words, they are wasting a lot of unnecessary time.
Shi Jingzhi held his breath and carefully grasped the hilt of the sword, as if he was trying to touch a sleeping beast.
However, as soon as his fingertips touched the hilt of the sword, Shi Jingzhi immediately vomited a large mouthful of black blood. The light of the forbidden shone, bright enough for everyone to see clearly.
Shi Jian asked his conscience, desire is also obsession.
Shi Jingzhi gritted his teeth, veins bulged on his forehead, and his expression was filled with pain. He didn't let go of the hilt of the sword, and persisted in doing so in an almost self-torturing manner.
Gradually, he vomited black blood, and the smell of burnt flesh wafted faintly from the hilt of the sword. Shi Jingzhi's whole body tensed up, and gradually his internal strength was fully activated. His pressure was like the collapse of the sky and the collapse of the mountains, but the stone sword still did not move at all.
For a moment, Yin Ci didn't know whether the teachings from the greedy master were a good thing or a bad thing - Shi Jingzhi was no longer as confused as before, he was clearly controlling his desire, that desire and determination condensed into a line, and this man's madness reached a higher level.
After half an incense stick of time, the pressure released by Shi Jingzhi reached its limit.
In front of the stone sword, the man's hairband broke, his long hair flew, and his robe sleeves moved without wind. Shi Jingzhi's lips were stained with black and red blood, his eyes were fixed on the hilt of the sword, and there was no sign of retreat on his face.
Almost stupid persistence.
This time Yin Ci wasn't going to laugh at him.
At this moment, I wonder if that is the stone sword in this person's eyes, or the unshakable destiny
Shi Jingzhi was undoubtedly holding onto his own vitality. However, the stone sword was ruthless. It was like a mirror, reflecting all of his burning thoughts back.
"Boy, let go!" Jue Fei's smile disappeared and he shouted on the spot.
This shout was filled with a powerful true energy that made people's ears buzz. Shi Jingzhi's eyes went blank, and his strength suddenly dissipated. Just when Yin Ci thought he was going to let go of the hilt, Shi Jingzhi gritted his teeth and held it back.
At the same time, the stone sword emitted a deep humming sound, very much like the sound of a bell in a temple. Under the pressure of Shi Jingzhi's aura, it remained motionless in its original position, without moving at all.
Yin Ci resisted the momentum, took a step forward, and gently placed his palm on the back of Shi Jingzhi's hand.
"Master, that's enough."
There was no joking in his voice, which was rare, only solemnity.
"Now that things have come to this, I will help you find a solution. Remember, everything is as bad as too little."
Shi Jingzhi finally looked away. He looked at Yin Ci hesitantly, the pain in his eyes gradually subsided and turned into ordinary loss.
He finally slowly loosened his hand and said in a hoarse voice: "... Yes, Master remembers."
"Just remember it." Yin Ci pinched his wrist. Shi Jingzhi's palm was burned and ulcerated, with blood and flesh all over it, which made him frown.
Seeing Yin Ci's unpredictable expression, Shi Jingzhi emphasized: "Remember to save your strength. Didn't we agree to continue the sand table battle tonight..."
Yin Ci interrupted directly, "You didn't save enough strength, there will be no sand table tonight. I'll give you medicine when we get back. Since Master dares to endure it, you have to endure it well later."
Shi Jingzhi was silent for a moment, then spoke uncertainly: "Are you really angry?"
"That's right."
"You are angry because of me."
Yin Ci glanced at him: "So what?"
"This is the first time I've seen you so seriously angry." Shi Jingzhi continued solemnly and awkwardly, "You're right, I can still find a way when I go back... I won't do this again."
Seeing Shi Jingzhi's pale face, Yin Ci couldn't hold back his temper: "Master, you should take a day off and think carefully about your own 'degree'."
"Donor, the headmaster was injured by the Buddhist teachings, so let me do it." Seeing the two of them talking endlessly as if no one was around, he coughed dryly twice.
"Thank you, Master." Yin Ci then let go of his hand.
A few steps away, Abbot Juefei no longer looked like the smiling Maitreya. He frowned slightly and looked down at Shi Jingzhi.
Shi Jingzhi sat upright on the ground, and Juehui sat behind him, then held his breath and concentrated, and a stream of true energy hit Shi Jingzhi's acupuncture points. The latter vomited a lot of black blood, and his golden paper-like complexion improved a little.
After a while, Jue Fei sighed and said, "Master Shi, the Dharma of our temple is not that easy to deal with. Dharma is a dead thing, there is no such thing as killing it. Even if Donor Yin did not take action just now, I would have to take action - if you continue to be stubborn, you will suffer more than just these flesh wounds."
"It's my fault that I didn't estimate it well." Shi Jingzhi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned his head to look at Yin Ci, and admitted it.
"Among the two things you want to ask me, is there one about the Immortal Sect's restrictions?"
"Yes."
"The matter of the stone sword is complicated. I can help you take a look. Okay, next." This time Jingzhi didn't speak immediately, Juefei spoke directly.
Yan Qing took a step back reflexively: "Junior, there is no need. Not to mention Senior Shi and Senior Yin, Ah Si is much stronger than me."
Shi Jingzhi spoke calmly, obviously not holding out much hope: "It won't hurt to give it a try, Yan Qing, you're the only one left in our faction... Master Bai's small body can't carry the sword no matter how hard you try."
"This is Master Kongshi's sword after all. No matter what, I..."
"Yan Qing, are you obsessed with fame, wealth, sex, and power? Are you obsessed with the past, love, hate, and vengeance?" Abbot Juefei suddenly asked in a stern voice.
"younger generation-"
"answer!"
“Don’t cling.”
"Then are you obsessed with birth, old age, sickness and death, joy, anger, sorrow and happiness?"
"Not insistent, but..."
"Since you don't cling to this, you don't cling to that. Don't blame others, and be angry at yourself. Why don't you gouge out those ghost eyes and go with the flow from now on?"
Yan Qing's expression changed. He was no longer cautious, and his tone became solemn, as if he had thought about this problem a long time ago: "I was born with these eyes, and I had no choice. God is innocent, and it is their business if others don't like it. I haven't done anything evil, so why should I hurt myself?"
"Neither humble nor arrogant, that's right. Then let me ask you again, why are you angry?"
Yan Qing let out a long breath, and quickly glanced at Su Si: "It's 'powerless'."
"You are not attached to yourself, nor do you blindly believe in others. Even if you are angry, you are thinking about others. Why not try?"
The energy in Juefei's voice was growing stronger and stronger, and it already had the meaning of a warning.
"You just said that your destiny is innocent, but now you admit that your bloodline is dirty and you can't touch this sword?"
Yan Qing was silent. He looked at Juefei deeply and bowed earnestly again: "Junior, please accept my instruction."
After he finished speaking, without waiting for Shi Jingzhi to urge him, Yan Qing took the initiative to walk to the stone platform.
He was breathing rapidly, and his outstretched hand was trembling. After hesitating for a moment, he finally grabbed the hilt of the sword.
The stone sword was tilted quietly, and nothing happened. Everyone's eyes were focused on him. Yan Qing's palms were sweating and his fingers were a little numb. It took him a while to exert strength.
After grasping the hilt of the sword, he took a deep breath and lifted it with force.
There was a soft "click" sound.
The tip of the sword scraped across the stone floor. The sound was not loud, nor was it pleasant to hear, but it was enough to awaken a dormant cause and effect - it had spanned a hundred years and was now operating again.
The fine dust that had been hidden in the cracks for years was blown up, and there was a hint of bitterness in the air.
Yan Qing never thought that he could really lift it, and was instantly shocked, and his hand slipped. The stone sword tilted and hit his instep.
Yan Qing screamed in pain and almost cried.
Jue Fei was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud: "Boy, even if it is not bound by the law, it is still a stone sword. If you use the strength to lift ordinary heavy objects, won't it slip?"
Yan Qing was a little confused by the appearance: "I..."
"I asked an old friend to tell me my fortune a few days ago. I knew that there must be someone I'm destined to meet on this trip, but I never thought it would be you... Alas, fate plays tricks on us, fate plays tricks on us."
Juefei smiled happily, put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name.
"Master Shi, take the sword of mercy and leave. The situation is not peaceful now, and I don't want to leave any clues in the temple."
Juehui also breathed a sigh of relief: "Amitabha."
Only the young monk was dumbfounded. He looked at Yan Qing's ghost eyes for a while, then looked at Shi Jian for a while: "Master, after all, it belongs to Master Kongshi..."
Jue would slap the back of his disciple's head and emphasize: "Amitabha—"
The young monk clasped his hands together in grievance, muttering, "Maybe he just moved it once."
“Bang!” “Ouch!”
Jue Fei regained his usual smile and said, "Take it easy, Junior Brother. Don't beat the kid silly. It's better to talk about it so that Little Friend Yan won't be worried. If that was just a fluke, Little Friend Yan's foot would have been turned into pulp. Now it seems that it's just a bone fracture. It's nothing serious, nothing serious."
Yan Qing: “…”
This abbot was undoubtedly a genius at comforting people. Yan Qing was almost scared to death by the comfort. He pulled his foot out in distress and found that the instep was swollen.
On the other side, Shi Jingzhi was relieved after confirming that he had obtained the stone sword. He let out a long sigh of relief: "Yan Qing, you did a good job. Your salary will be doubled this month."
Su Si stared at Yan Qing blankly, his eyes showing no excitement: "... Third son, I told you not to worry about these."
"I have to worry about it."
Yan Qing stared at his injured foot and did not look at Su Si.
"Every time I encounter danger, kind people have to pull me out. It was like this when I was a child, it was like this in Taiheng, and it is still like this in Kushan Sect. I don't want to continue. Besides, I am the descendant of Yan Budu after all, so it is impossible for me to have no talent for martial arts... right?"
As he spoke, he became uncertain again.
Abbot Juefei frowned and said, "Donor, do you look down on the Compassionate Sword of our temple?"
Yan Qing instantly shook his head like a rattle: "I dare not, I dare not."
He seemed to have made up his mind, and then he picked up the stone sword. Unfortunately, his ankle was injured, so Yan Qing couldn't carry the sword and leave like Kong Shi. He could only use it as a walking stick and limp out of the underground palace.
This time, in the Sutra-washing Hall of the temple, the monks' expressions were very interesting. Abbot Juefei smiled and dragged and threw a dozen monks, who were sent to meditate at the gate of the temple.
After dealing with all the disciples, Abbot Juefei felt refreshed. When he got to his room, he drank three bowls of vegetarian wine in a row: "Ha, it's so satisfying!"
Jue Hui shook his head helplessly: "Amitabha."
"Master Shi and Young Friend Yan are both injured, so I will keep it short. Master Shi's restriction is a technique of the Mishan Sect, and the caster must be at least an elder."
"This technique is too complicated, and I am powerless. It is related to the mind, and the interpretation of the technique is a very delicate job. If you are not careful, you may become stupid at best, or even die at worst. If you are not in a hurry to find the flesh, I advise you to go to Mishan Sect first."
Su Si frowned: "Isn't that just walking into a trap?"
Abbot Juefei burped, "My friend, you are wrong. The people of Mishan Sect are scattered all over the place, focusing on metallurgy, and usually not involved in worldly love and hatred. I have a senior brother who is obsessed with magic, and he even left the secular world to become a disciple of Mishan Sect... Today I will write you a visiting card, you can take it, he will most likely be willing to meet you."
The abbot saw that he was in a good mood, so he poured himself another bowl of wine.
Shi Jingzhi: "Why did the master ask us to go to Mishan Sect first?"
"The donor's restrictions have been triggered, and it will only get harder and harder to deal with. By then, even if I have a headache so severe that I lose the ability to walk, it won't be uncommon."
"..." Shi Jingzhi's expression, which had just relaxed, tensed up again.
Instead, Yin Ci nodded calmly: "Thank you for your guidance, Master."
"You go back and treat your wounds first and have a good rest. As for the other trivial matters, we will talk about them tomorrow. Oh, yes, little friend Yin, please stay. As a disciple, you have to take care of Master Shi, right? As for how to deal with the restriction, I have to explain to you... Oh, you injured people, don't force yourself to stay, go back quickly."
Juefei waved his fat hands around, and Juehui understood instantly and asked the other three people from Kushan Sect to go out. Shi Jingzhi saw that Yin Ci had a peaceful face, so he reluctantly went out.
After the door closed, Abbot Juefei was no longer as lazy as before. He put down his wine bowl and sat upright.
Yin Ci was neither flustered nor panicked, and sat upright.
"After the Buddha Heart Formation was opened, I arranged for hermit monks to be stationed on the mountaintops. I know all of your inner demons. Juehui will also tell me everything about the ghost tomb."
Jue Fei's voice was not kind, but extremely serious.
"Amitabha, I don't know your origins. But your inner demon is undoubtedly the most horrifying I have ever seen. It is quite similar to the legendary demon-possessed person."
Yin Ci stared into the other person's eyes and responded slowly, "Master, what are your plans?"
He still sat there, without showing any hostility. Among all the martial arts sects, Jianchen Temple was the most transparent in dealing with people, and would never rush into things recklessly. Juefei even helped him find an excuse to stay, so as not to embarrass himself.
Showing hostility rashly will only ruin the impression of the monks.
Sure enough, Abbot Juefei shook his head and said, "Anyone with demonic appearance should be put into the dungeon and separated from the rest of the world. But the donor's inner demon is quite strange, and I can't tell the cause at the moment, so I can't make a hasty judgment... Sigh, to be honest, I'm still not good enough."
Juefei had a round face, and for the first time he looked a little miserable.
"I cannot see through the cause and effect of the donor, so I can only exchange sincerity for sincerity and ask for a guarantee from the donor."
Yin Ci understood: "No wonder the abbot was so forthcoming about the visiting card. May I ask what kind of guarantee does the abbot want?"
"Uncle Kongshi was able to make Yan Budu carry the stone sword on the mountain. He must have completed his merits and passed away. His death was not in vain. Yan Budu killed many people, but in the end he was able to let go of his ego. The donor is young and has his own fate and karma. He is not beyond salvation."
"But from what I have seen along the way, the donor's last ray of kinship is all tied to Master Shi's body. Master Shi is in poor health, and the restrictions are harmful to his body. The donor must promise me that if Master Shi unfortunately dies, the donor will also keep that ray of kinship and never harm sentient beings."
As he spoke later, Abbot Juefei added more energy to his words, making each word more important than the last.
Yin Ci smiled, and the smile became more and more intense. She was like a jade smiling like an orchid, beautiful, but a little twisted.
Jue Hui frowned and was about to step forward, but was stopped by Jue Fei's gesture. Abbot Jue Fei raised a fat hand and frowned at Yin Ci, saying, "Why don't you answer me, benefactor?"
Yin Ci stood up, still smiling: "Because whether I answer or not, you will help Shi Jingzhi. The monks of Jianchen Temple will never threaten others with innocent lives."
This is more of a test than an exchange of sincerity for sincerity. It is a test to see if he is willing to go down the stairs and return kindness with kindness. Unfortunately...
"My good intentions only extend to 'not lying'. Master, I cannot promise you something that may not be possible."
Yin Ci walked towards the door, his tone calm.
Evening.
Jue Fei's request was a step too late after all. If Shi Jingzhi was a boring and mediocre person, or even just the way he was when they first met, he would have had time to withdraw from the matter and calmly fulfill his promise.
However, it is not difficult to leave the world, but it is easy to enter it.
The vitality of that person burned too purely, and he took the initiative to shed layer after layer of defense. It seemed that he had no choice but to throw himself into the fire once again.
Fourteen years ago, he was left in the world by the little mute, and luckily got a glimmer of clarity, but he failed the child. Now he made the same promise again, if Shi Jingzhi "died violently" in front of him again...
For him, going crazy is easier and more dangerous than death.
Yin Ci walked to the door and stopped.
"If things really reach a point of no return, remember to build me a good dungeon and seal it off with Curtain Fire Stone. From now on, I will be isolated from all living beings and never see the light of day again... That will be all."
Abbot Juefei was silent for a moment, then put his hands together and asked, "For the 'donor'?"
"For the common people."