Poverty is just doing justice for the sky

Chapter 17

Dawn is breaking, and the east is pale.

In the Sanskrit music of the morning class, the old monk came back covered in morning dew, and Lin Yuan was still sitting on the roof watching the sunrise.

"Amitabha."

"Is the master's trip going well?"

"Everything is going well, please go to the backyard to chat with the benefactor." The old monk smiled.

Lin Yuan jumped down: "Please."

After closing the door, the old monk tremblingly took out the demon bottle from his robe.

The body of the bottle is carved with dragons and phoenixes, which has survived for a hundred years without decay.

"In 35 years, the old monk finally fulfilled his promise and returned the demon bottle to the Taoist sect."

The old monk held the demon bottle in both hands and solemnly handed it to him, then slowly said: "There are three knots in this life, one is the demon bottle, the second is Ye Shizhu, and the third..."

"It's your... child." Lin Yuan hesitated for a while, but still used the word child.

The old monk nodded: "All living beings are Buddhas. If you fail to save him and do good, you will cause harm instead. I am ashamed of the Tathagata. Fortunately, I can also unlock a bottle of demon transformation."

Lin Yuan wanted to comfort him, and the matter of Ye Qingshuang had come to an end, but recalling how she was in a daze last night, she couldn't say anything.

She doesn't look good.

For a long time, he could only skip over Ye Qingshuang, and comforted him: "Master, don't worry about it, that child has his own fate, maybe he will abandon evil and do good if he wants to. If I meet in the future, I will try my best to help you end it." This thought."

"Thank you Linyuan benefactor." The old monk clasped his hands together.

"No!" The closed door was suddenly pushed open, Lin Yuan turned his head to look, and said in surprise, "Master Host?"

"Why did the presiding brother break in without authorization?" The old monk was unmoved.

The host straightened his face and looked solemn: "Senior brother, you can't give him the demon bottle."

"The demon-transforming bottle is a Taoist treasure, why doesn't Junior Brother let the treasure return to its original owner?"

This is what Lin Yuan wanted to ask, why not.

The host turned around and closed the door, turned his back to them and said sadly: "Because... because of Miss Ye, she has become one with the bottle."

"What?!" Lin Yuan was startled, and suddenly remembered what Li Gui said about destroying her ashes.

It turned out that, at that time, he only thought that her cultivation base was so high that she was not restricted by the ashes, but now it seems that it was clearly the result of her being refined into a bottle spirit.

It's no wonder that she has cultivated so profoundly in just over thirty years, it's no wonder that she doesn't have a trace of evil spirit in her body, even an old monk can't see through it, it's no wonder that she is not restricted by the Buddha's light.

That... is also great!
Originally, he still had a headache, how could he abduct her, but now it will be a matter of course, and he won't have to worry about lacking moonlight water in the future.

"How does the host know about Ms. Ye's matter?" In order to hold down the corner of his mouth to prevent himself from laughing out loud, Lin Yuan had to tense up. This tension became anger in the eyes of the two great monks.

"Don't say it." The host held the Buddha beads tightly, there were water spots in his eyes, but his attitude was cold.

"Don't be upset, Linyuan benefactor, Junior Brother may also consider it." The old monk calmed down in the middle of the mud: "Junior brother, if you have something to say, you may as well say it directly, Linyuan benefactor is a reasonable person."

The host was silent for a long time, and suddenly bowed to the old monk and Lin Yuan, who were stunned.

"The poor monk said bluntly that the father of the poor monk was the housekeeper of the Ye Mansion. I thank my brother for taking care of the young lady all these years, and I also thank the benefactor for protecting the young lady this time."

As soon as this remark came out, Lin Yuan's eyes stared straight: "No one mentions it when it is not mentioned, and it is all related people who mention it."

He expressed surprise, but the host interpreted it as sarcasm, and closed his eyes in pain: "Amitabha, the poor monk is cowardly."

"In the early years, the father and mother of the poor monk were both exiled in Ganming City due to the famine. They were rescued by Master Ye's porridge. Ma'am, I also help my father with his affairs. He should have devoted himself to the Ye family, but..."

Speaking of this, the host couldn't bear to look back and sighed deeply.

"But my uncle threatened him that if he doesn't submit, he will let our whole family pack up and leave."

"Father lost his mind for a while, and he didn't want to live a life of homelessness, so he agreed, no matter how much my mother cries, it's useless."

"Later, my mother took me away from Ye Mansion and died in depression in the mountains. When she was dying, she didn't want to see my father again, and warned me not to recognize him."

"The disaster of the Ye family is caused by my father. After Miss Ye died, I took my mother's suicide note to see my father for the last time. I don't know what was written in the letter. The day after I left, my father hanged himself. Death."

"It stands to reason that the poor monk has entered the Buddhist sect, so he shouldn't be concerned about it, but his heart is not at ease, so he pays more attention."

Lin Yuan was speechless for a long time, and he sighed in his heart.

Ye Qingshuang was indeed suffering, being rejected by her parents, abandoned by the world, and teased by fate.But behind her, there are also people who never forget their gratitude, and others who cherish warmth.

Even if she doesn't see it.

"What do you mean by host?" Lin Yuan asked hesitantly.

"The demon-transforming bottle belongs to the Taoist sect. The poor monk will not deny it, but the young lady has already integrated into the demon-transforming bottle. It is up to her to decide whether she will stay or not." The host bowed his head and chanted the Buddha's name, but his tone was very strong.

So Lin Yuan thought of the Buddhist gatha from last night.

All things are impermanent, those who live must have an end, and those who do not die will never die, and this death is the most joyful.

Everything in the world is changeable, there is an end to life, and there is no death if there is no life, and it is the most comfortable time to seem to have nothing.

It turned out that he was telling himself last night to respect Ye Qingshuang's right to life and death, as well as her decision to stay or stay.

Lin Yuan clapped his palms and smiled lowly: "Master, I will naturally respect her, but she hasn't seen the beauty in the world yet."

"She has been exposed to pain since she was a child. They say that Xia Chong is indescribable. Who took Xia Chong to see Qiushi Dongmei? If she really saw it and was willing to sink into pain, then I will never stop her."

"And before that, you have no right to stop her from enjoying the beauty, right? Letting a blind person choose whether to like darkness or light, how can it be respected?"

"Xiaodao agrees with your words, and thinks she should choose to stay or not, but isn't her pain in this city deep enough? Can it be resolved in 30 years? Do the people in the city want to eradicate her now as they did back then?"

"If the festering wound doesn't goug out the carrion and apply medicine, how can it get better? If she stays, how long can she endure it? When the day comes, will she kill herself or drag the whole Ganming City to hell?"

The more he spoke, the more angry he became, and each question was deafening. The two monks fell into deep thought during his repeated questions, and the needles could be heard in the room.

Lin Yuan calmed down, and said calmly: "Xiao Dao understands that Master is very concerned about Ms. Ye, thinking that if I take away the demon bottle, Ms. Ye will also wander with me, and her future is uncertain."

"That's true, but it's better than painting the ground as a prison, right?"

(End of this chapter)