Lingxu, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman

Jiang Yuntao suppressed his surging emotions, looking at the sweat-drenched young monk, he softly said.

“I don't believe in Buddha.”

Jiang Yuntao originally wanted to dismiss the young monk's next words with a single sentence.

But Huiming stood up, waved his hand, and said in a still-稚嫩 voice.

“No, no, no, layman, you've misunderstood.”

“I… I'm not here to preach.”

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Yuntao frowned slightly.

“Then what are you…”

Xiao Huiming slowly took two steps forward, but Jiang Yuntao did not retreat.

Because he could clearly sense that the cultivation realm of the young monk in front of him was very low, and he had not even become an immortal yet.

Huiming came to Jiang Yuntao's side and gently wiped away the tears hanging from the corner of his eyes with his small hand.

Jiang Yuntao's body stiffened, he didn't understand…

He didn't understand what this little monk was going to do.

He was clearly not yet an immortal, his cultivation was low, and he would be tired from climbing the mountain against the pressure of the Immortal World.

Yet he still climbed the mountain to see him and wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Those hands were small, but very warm.

Xiao Huiming helped him wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and then slowly opened his arms and hugged Jiang Yuntao.

The small Huiming stood up straight, and was only a little taller than Jiang Yuntao sitting on the ground.

His little hands gently patted Jiang Yuntao's back.

Although he didn't say a word, he brought Jiang Yuntao incomparable warmth.

Jiang Yuntao's stiff body didn't know why his eyes were covered with mist.

After a while, he lay on Huiming's shoulder and cried loudly.

“Woo… woo woo!!!”

“I didn't… didn't mean to…”

“I didn't mean to!!”

“I feel so guilty… woo woo…”

Huiming didn't offer any words of persuasion, but gently chanted Buddhist scriptures in his mouth.

Under the influence of the Buddhist scriptures, Jiang Yuntao's heart gradually calmed down.

Although there was still guilt in his heart, he no longer had the suppressed feeling he had before.

Gradually, Jiang Yuntao fell into a deep sleep on Huiming's shoulder.

Huiming struggled to lay him flat, sat cross-legged beside him, took out a wooden fish and tapped it gently.

He moved the Buddhist beads with his left hand, closed his eyes and chanted Buddhist scriptures.

He murmured in his heart.

“Sentient beings of Jambudvipa are full of sins, constantly creating evil karma without rest.”

“The mind is like a soul imprisoned in an invisible cage, with every thought entangled in threads of regret, difficult to break free.”

“This person's heart is like the sinful soul of Jambudvipa, in the Avici Hell created by his own mind, suffering endlessly from his own karma, endlessly reincarnating.”

“Deep within his soul, he seems to be shrouded in a black cloud woven from past mistakes, with thunderous sounds of self-blame and remorse echoing incessantly.”

“He is in the purgatory path of Buddhism, his heart tormented, longing for salvation but unable to obtain it.”

If Jueyuan, who was not yet drunk, heard these words, he would definitely praise Huiming for his greatly improved Buddhist teachings.

And Huiming, with a compassionate heart, chanted scriptures for Jiang Yuntao all night long.

Lark!

Among the mountains, a flock of cranes flew by, their cries echoing.

Great Xia Sword Sect, Heavenly Thunder Peak…

“Benefactor, please respect yourself!!”

“Hey, look, Brother Yuan, you're getting anxious again. I know you're anxious, but don't be anxious yet.”

“We still have so much wine left, let's air it out.”

Yuan Chengjie carried the wine jar, looking at the old man who had put on his monk's robe and was about to leave, and advised him kindly.

Jueyuan felt that he had no face to face the Buddhist statues, and righteously refused.

“Please respect yourself, benefactor, I am a monk… I have already broken my precepts last night.”

Yuan Chengjie wanted to say something more, but Jueyuan suddenly took out a long staff.

“If the benefactor doesn't understand reason, this old man also knows a little bit about martial arts.”

Yuan Chengjie was defeated and could only smile wryly.

“Alright, if you don't want to drink, then don't drink, you even want to fight, old brother.”

The old man really couldn't stay any longer, he shook off the alcohol from his body and flashed away.

His divine sense swept over and quickly sensed Huiming's aura.

“Why did he run over there?”

“Hmm? This…”

Jueyuan flew towards the high mountain outside the mountain gate, lowered his head and smelled his monk's robe, and was relieved to confirm that there was no smell of alcohol.

Jiang Yuntao was awakened by the sound of cranes.

He had never felt that he had slept so soundly while he was still drowsy.

When he heard the sound of chanting gradually disappearing in his ears, he opened his eyes and saw the little monk who had not slept all night and had been chanting scriptures all night.

At this moment, he had a little awe for Huiming.

He quickly got up, looked at Huiming with his hands folded.

“Thank you, this… uh… Dharma Master.”

Jiang Yuntao really couldn't think of what to call the little Huiming in front of him.

Huiming, with dark circles under his eyes, got up, folded his hands and returned the salute, with a smile on his face.

“Layman, your heart has a sense of righteousness, which is why you are trapped in your heart like this.”

“My Buddhist teachings are not proficient, and I cannot solve your doubts, I can only do this.”

“I hope that the cultivator can let go of the obsessions in his heart and do things that accumulate virtue and do good.”

The little monk put away the wooden fish and turned around to see Jueyuan smiling.

He ran very fast in small steps, and did not rush up to the old man like other children of the same age.

Instead, he stood honestly in front of Jueyuan and bowed.

“Master.”

“Disciple has not missed today's homework, please check it, Master.”

Saying that, Huiming was about to take the recent days of copying scriptures to the old man to see.

But Jueyuan squatted down and smiled, and touched his head.

“No need.”

“A monk does not tell lies.”

The little monk was very happy after being trusted, and rolled up the paper he copied the scriptures on, and suddenly his nose twitched.

Then Huiming took a step back with a serious face, looked at Jueyuan and said in a deep voice.

“Master, you have broken the alcohol precept!”

(ー`´ー)

Jueyuan was slightly startled, and felt a little guilty in his heart.

Jiang Yuntao smiled as he watched this scene.

Jueyuan slowly got up, put his hands behind his back, looked at Huiming and asked.

“Among the five precepts of Buddhism, what is the alcohol precept?”

Huiming blurted out.

“Do not drink alcohol, because alcohol can confuse the mind, leading people to do all kinds of unreasonable things, and even violate the other four precepts.”

Jueyuan nodded upon hearing this, and lowered his head to explain to Huiming.

“That's right, you're right.”

“Master… did drink alcohol last night.”

Xiao Huiming took out a pen and paper and lowered his head to write.

“Master arrived at the Great Xia Sword Sect, stayed overnight and drank alcohol, breaking the alcohol precept… he said it himself…”

The corners of Jueyuan's mouth twitched.

“Actually… there's no need to write it down.”

Huiming looked up at Jueyuan.

“Does Master still want to quibble?”

“Cough cough…”

“Look, the precepts say that after drinking alcohol, one's nature is confused, leading people to do all kinds of unreasonable things.”

“But Master didn't do anything out of the ordinary, and he didn't confuse his nature, so this doesn't count as breaking the alcohol precept!”

Jueyuan said with a serious face, even giving people a very reasonable illusion.

Recalling when he and Yuan Chengjie were calling each other brothers last night…

A little guilty.

But the simple-minded Huiming only said one sentence.

“Master, you didn't lie, did you?”

“If you lie, then you've broken two precepts~”

Jueyuan was silent for two breaths, with a look of hopelessness on his face.

He looked up at Jiang Yuntao not far away and said.

“Write it down, I've broken two precepts, I'll go back and repent.”