Ci'en raised her eyelids, put down the teacup in her hand, and stood up.
Seeing the young man full of murderous aura, Shanhui frowned indiscernibly.
"Jing Yuan, do you still look like an accomplished monk?"
Jing Yuan waved his hand and said coldly: "You go out first!"
The monks and the little novice in the room looked at Shanhui, and all bowed their heads and quickly retreated out.
For some reason, Master Jing Yuan made them feel fear and awe from the bottom of their hearts.
They obeyed Jingyuan's order without even asking the abbot Shanhui what he meant.
The displeasure in Shanhui's eyes almost overflowed.
But he forcibly suppressed it, and said coldly: "Jing Yuan, you went to find Luo Yunxiao to avenge Master and Second Junior Brother, but now you have killed that evil spirit, so you came back?"
Jing Yuan didn't answer Shanhui's words, but stared at Shanhui's eyes with bloodshot eyes, and said word by word: "Do you know about the robbery in the world of mortals?"
Shanhui's pupils suddenly contracted, and her breathing became a little short.
Ci'en originally wanted to put the hand on Jing Yuan's shoulder, but it also froze in mid-air.
A flash of panic flashed in Shanhui's eyes, then she immediately calmed down and wanted to say something.
But Jing Yuan has already interrupted his words: "So, what they said is true? Was there really such a cruel and inhuman robbery in the world of mortals? Or was it led by our Dabei Temple? Master, brother, and uncle all know about it, but I am the only one who doesn't." Know!"
"They said it? Who said it?!" Shanhui suddenly raised her voice, "Jing Yuan, is this the way you talk to senior brothers and uncles?!"
Jing Yuan clenched his teeth tightly, the blood crescent marks on his forehead looming.
Shanhui's gaze swept over the blood moon marks on his forehead, and a trace of disgust flickered almost invisible in his eyes.
Ci'en suddenly clasped his hands together, and said softly: "It seems that you have seen the people who burned the sky, Jing Yuan. Did they tell you that Hong Chen killed them? Or Luo Yunxiao?"
Jing Yuan straightened his back, looked at Ci'en, and said in a hoarse voice: "Who told me, is there any difference?"
Ci'en sighed, with a bit of sadness on his face, "The robbery in the world of mortals is brutal and inhumane, and it will bring heavy burdens to the monks of our Great Compassion Temple. Your master Bodhi has been merciful all his life, and he longs to save all living beings. Do you know why he is willing to be infected? To such evil karma?"
"Because the heaven and the earth are not benevolent, because the world-destroying demon has come to the world, and because we have no other way to contain the world-destroying demon, save this world that is about to be destroyed, and all living beings in the three realms and six realms. "
"It's more because... I don't go to hell, who goes to hell..."
"The robbing and killing in the world of mortals is not to destroy the lives of those hosts, but to kill the demons who destroy the world. For this reason, your master and your senior brother will not hesitate to bear heavy sins, and they will never be reincarnated after death."
"They don't tell you because they love you and don't want you to suffer the same karmic obstacles as them. They hope that even if they all sink into hell in the future, you can stand cleanly in this world and carry out the Buddhist teachings of the Great Compassion Temple. Carry forward."
Ci'en looked at Jing Yuan with a disappointed face, slowly shook her head and said: "They do that for you, yet you still doubt them. Jing Yuan, you really let me down."
Jing Yuan's body shook slightly, his face was pale without a trace of blood.
He knew that Uncle Ci En was sophistrying, changing concepts secretly.