Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

During this period of time, Yuanzhi's daily task was to sweep the snow at the gate of the temple. As long as it snowed, he had swept it. But Yuanzhi never felt bored.

Because he kept in mind the master's saying that it would be enough if the Buddha thought it was enough.

"Martial uncle, are you here again? Hasn't the benefactor you're waiting for come yet? " When the monk was half way under the ash tree, he saw a round monk standing.

Without the slightest surprise, he dropped the broom in his hand and read a Buddha's name with his hands together.

Then he bent over to pick up the broom and continued to sweep the snow while talking to the monk in grey standing under the tree.

This martial uncle is very strange. He doesn't have a legal name, but all the monks in the temple respect him most. Yuanzhi asked the master because of his curiosity.

Although the master thought he was too curious and punished him for copying Scriptures for several days, he also told him something about the martial uncle.

According to the master, the master of the present abbot, the former abbot, once said that this martial uncle is the person with the most Buddhist roots.

"When will martial uncle achieve the right result?" Yuanzhi asked the master while copying the Scriptures.

He was wondering if he could see this martial uncle's achievement before he passed away. If he could see it, he would feel enough if he could have a look at it.

But the master sighed, looked at the Buddha through the wisps of smoke, and said, "your martial uncle, he can't achieve the right result any more."

"Why?" Yuanzhi's hand shaking, a big drop of ink on the paper, he had no time to wipe, the ink quickly fainted, fainted out a large area of ink.

A good piece of paper was stained by him before he could write a few words.

But the master was thinking about something and didn't notice him. Yuanzhi was entangled between hiding the paper before the master found it or directly confessing his mistake to the master.

The master said, "because your martial uncle is waiting for someone."

"Waiting for someone?" Yuanzhi asked, "if you wait for that man, will you be able to achieve the right result?"

"If you can't wait, your martial uncle can't achieve the right result." The master sighed, as if he didn't want to talk about it in detail, so his eyes fell on the piece of paper that had been stained by Yuanzhi, and his eyebrows pulled out, so he didn't need to speak.

Yuanzhi quickly said, "master, I'm wrong. I'll copy it ten times!"

"Well! I wish I knew it was wrong. " The master snorted, shook his head and left.

Then, after the first snowfall, Yuanzhi was arranged by the master to sweep the snow at the gate of the temple. The first morning, he saw the martial uncle.

When he first saw him, he was so excited that he couldn't help himself. It seemed that he could calm down after so many times. At least he didn't lose his manners at first.

At first, Yuanzhi wanted to talk to the martial uncle more, but the martial uncle just stood under the tree every day, no matter the snow on the tree fell on his shoulder and wet his monk's clothes, he just stood and looked at the direction of the mountain.

Even the martial uncle came to wait for someone, so he figured it out by himself, because he still remembered that the master said that the martial uncle was waiting for someone, and whether he could wait or not, he could not achieve the right result.

It's a pity for Yuanzhi to think of this, but he's more curious. He really wants to know what kind of person can make him wait like this.

Are you a close relative? Is he a close friend? Or Love?