This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

Chapter 33 My Buddha's Compassion
"Master, I feel that I have sinned deeply."

"People in the world are ignorant, and they are all harmed by the three poisons. From love, sorrow arises, and from love, fear arises. If you are separated from the beloved, you will have no worries and no fears. Donor, you are obsessed."

Inside the majestic temple, Lu Hanjiang sat with sincerity against the old abbot monk with a shiny face, and a few skinny young monks sat on the futon beside him, wearing patched monk robes, knocking on the wooden fish feebly.

Lu Hanjiang clasped his hands together and asked earnestly, "Dare to ask Master, how should I deal with myself?"

The master counted the rosary beads one by one, and said naturally: "A wise man can get rid of the mind but not the environment, a fool can get rid of the environment without getting rid of the mind, the appearance is born from the heart, what the donor sees is all false, hold and fill it, it is not as good as it is. , since it is false, just discard it.”

"Hey, the master is not a Buddhist believer, why is he still learning that Taoist rhetoric." Lu Hanjiang asked curiously.

"Life and death are the way, and Nirvana is also the way. Buddhism and Taoism are originally one family."

"Master, I understand."

Lu Hanjiang respectfully thanked the master. Every time he kills someone, he has to go to temples and Taoist temples. These clean places come to wash away his sins. Today he met a master with boundless Dharma. After listening to the other person, he felt His soul has sublimated a bit.

Satisfied, Lu Hanjiang wanted to say goodbye and leave, only to hear the master say again: "Almsgiver, wanting too much is suffering, life and death are exhausting, and money is something outside of the body. Why don't you give it to the Buddhist family for a change of freedom."

Lu Hanjiang looked back at the master in surprise, and when he bent down, the Beizhen Fuling card in his arms accidentally dropped on the ground. After picking it up, he blew a breath to make the big characters brighter, so that Master take a look clearly.

The master glanced sideways and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth: "Amitabha, benefactor, the old man felt a relationship with my Buddha when he saw the benefactor for the first time. This poor monk has recited this bead for a thousand days in front of the Buddha, so I will give it to the benefactor."

As soon as Lu Hanjiang grasped the rosary, he repeatedly declined: "How can this be done?"

"Benefactor, don't be obsessed with money, external possessions, and the three poisons." The master insisted on giving Lu Hanjiang the rosary in his hand, even if he wanted to refuse.

At this time, the absent-minded little wooden fish knocking monk suddenly said: "Master, didn't you just buy this bead a few days ago, and it cost us ten taels of silver."

As soon as these words came out, the benevolent and kind-hearted old monk glared like Vajra: "Huineng, you have no destiny with my Buddha, you should leave earlier."

The little monk Huineng stood on the spot blankly, and when he came back to his senses, he was wronged immediately, but he didn't dare to disobey the abbot, so he dragged his head and packed his luggage.

Lu Hanjiang accepted the master's rosary, feeling so guilty in his heart, he immediately took out two copper coins, saying that he had to light incense for the temple, the old monk was moved to tears, bowed his head to pay homage and thanked him again and again.

The master supported Lu Hanjiang's hand and personally sent him out of the temple. He watched his figure disappear into the sea of ​​people from a distance with tears in his eyes. He turned his head three times and closed the gate reluctantly.

The Zhike monk standing at the door was very puzzled: "Master, did we close the stall so early today?"

The master said to Amitabha, and said calmly: "The crooked is perfect, the wrong is straight, Hui Wu, the fate between you and my Buddha is also shallow, these days you have to study the Buddha Dharma thoroughly, go back."

The little monk Huiwu was at a loss when he heard it: "Master, how can there be such a passage in the Buddhist scriptures? Why haven't I read it? What does it mean?"

"He forced him to be strong, and I encouraged him to live longer."

Thanks to the master's enlightenment, Lu Hanjiang slept very soundly that night. After waking up early and meditating, he looked into the distance to pay his respects, wishing Lao Qi an early rebirth in bliss.

Today is a big day, the top ten villains, um, there are still eight remaining, these eight brothers are going to challenge the Huangfu family today, and the well-informed fellows of the rivers and lakes have already surrounded the Huangfu family three times in and out. It's leaking.

These days, if you want to see the excitement, you have to get there early.

Huangfu Yushu was also decisive. Since Zhang Buxie was killed and the hatred between the two sides was over, he might as well not do anything. He immediately set up a scene at the door of his house. As long as he gave the Huangfu family a face, everyone from all walks of life could come and drink a cup of tea.

He built a high platform, and stood on it with a few old priests. He covered up the unattached corpse, put on the hood, and tied it to the pillar. The rope was tied so tightly that no one could see the clue. , Waiting for the other big villains to come to the door.

The attendants of Huangfu's family were ambushing all around, and Qin Yu was among them, carrying a big black cloth bag in his hand, following Huangfu Lingyun anxiously.

For some reason, Huangfu Lingyun was unexpectedly not that disgusted with this General Banner of Jinyiwei. Maybe it was because they had met on the street, or maybe it was just because they were pleasing to the eye.

This time Jin Yiwei sent out to assist Huangfu's family, namely Qin Yu and his two brothers.

As for Lu Hanjiang, of course he would not leave himself in such a dangerous place. He was sitting far away in a two-story inn, and he happened to be able to see the high platform built by the Huangfu family.

Since the top ten villains are destined to become history today, let them play more roles, and it would not be in vain for him to come all the way to the south of the Yangtze River.

Huangfu Yushu called out, on the one hand, he was naturally counting the evil deeds committed by those ten villains over the years, and on the other hand, it was also for the sake of improving the reputation of Huangfu's family.

He was impassioned in front, only to hear an untimely laughter, and a figure came from a distance, riding a horse, rampaging through the crowd, and rushed to the high platform abruptly.

The figure jumped up, and the saber in his hand, which was almost as high as a person, fell hard on the stage, causing everyone to scream in shock.

"It's the ten villains!"

"The ten villains have arrived!"

In the panic of the crowd, seven figures flashed in all directions one by one, and the remaining eight villains, like generals who have won a battle, swaggered through the market, very arrogant.

Huangfu Yushu just watched all this calmly, until the eight of them lined up and all went up to the high platform, then he heard the man in the middle speak.

"Mr. Huangfu, you have received the post from our ten brothers."

The saber in Wei Meng's hand danced like a windmill, and the scalps of those Jianghu people who had not seen much of the world with their unique skills were numb.

Huangfu Yushu held the long sword in one hand and put the other behind his back, and said indifferently: "I have received it, I don't know if you have any advice."

"Catch our brother as soon as you say, Jiangnan Huangfu's family, what a great skill."

Wei Meng pointed the saber in his hand at Huangfu Yushu: "Return my brother and kowtow to make amends, and today's matter will not embarrass your Huangfu family."

"It's a joke, the ten of you are all black sheep, villains of the devil's way, and everyone will be punished if they get it."

Huangfu Yushu drew his long sword out of its sheath, his voice trembled, his strike was as fast as lightning, everyone felt a flash of white light, and that elegant figure landed beside the pillar in Taichung.

Seeing that the ropes on the pillar snapped one by one, Zhang Buxie's body fell to the ground, leaving a sharp sword wound on his back, and the whole person did not move at all.

(End of this chapter)