Jiang Cheng even heard the sound of the door being pushed a little, but the sound stopped the next second.
Several shadows were clearly left on the door paper under the candlelight. The fat man swallowed hard. He felt that there were some sinister eyes looking in at the damaged areas of the door paper.
"Let's go and search elsewhere. They won't be able to run far." After a moment, the figures dispersed.
Because of the lesson he learned from being fished last time, Jiang Cheng didn't move this time until those figures walked away.
"It's okay." The abbot's voice sounded again. It was not loud, but it was full of a rare sense of gravity.
"Are you Abbot Fuji?" Ye Qiutang didn't have stage fright, but staying in the dark for a long time, facing unknown people, made her feel very uncomfortable, and she subconsciously wanted to light the candle in her hand.
"Amitabha is a poor monk." The abbot's voice came faintly from not far ahead, "This donor, please don't light candles. Those people outside have not gone far."
Ye Qiutang was stunned for a moment, "Can you see the movements in my hands?"
Previously, I heard from Jiang Cheng that the abbot was blind and his eyes were gouged out. For a moment, Ye Qiutang didn't know who to believe.
"Haha, this night is all nonsense. The poor monk who is blind can see more clearly." The abbot slowly chanted the Buddha's name, "Amitabha."
"Master, little master Huiqing came to see us tonight. Unfortunately, we couldn't save the person. Those monks killed the person and then sacrificed the person as a two-legged sheep to the Bodhisattva." Jiang Cheng described it as simply as possible. He went through the experience of Gongdetang.
"Alas -" the abbot sighed, "these are all poor monks whose Buddhist teachings are weak and cannot restrain my disciple."
When the conversation changed, the abbot's tone towards the three people in Jiangcheng suddenly became solemn, "Donor Jiang, I have told you what the poor monk should have said before. Now that evil thoughts have arisen, the people of the world are about to suffer a catastrophe, and the benefactor You just happened to come to our Buddhist temple at this moment. This is because of the mercy of my Buddha, and the benefactor has a deep relationship with Buddha. All of this is destined. I hope that the donor will put the world's common people first and help my Buddhist temple to overcome this catastrophe."
"According to the poor monk's inference, tonight is the deadline. If we fail, we will be doomed!"
The abbot's voice even took on a hint of pathos at the end.
"Master, I am willing to help, but how should I do it?" Whether to help and how to help will be discussed later. Jiang Cheng now wants to know what exactly the old monk wants him to do.
"Amitabha, it's so good. The donor cares about the common people, and the poor monk admires it." The abbot repeated these words over and over again, which made Jiang Cheng upset. "As for the method, the poor monk already informed the donor last night. I wonder how the donor has considered it?"
Jiang Cheng felt very uncomfortable when he thought that the other party was still thinking about his eyes. "Master, is there no other way?"
"Amitabha, it seems that the donor still can't believe me. The poor monk has told the donor that this night is a night of illusion, and the people the donor sees this night are all illusions. Leaving these eyes will only make the donor fall into a state of illusion. Increased delusions, only by cutting off the roots of these troubles can the donor have the opportunity to get rid of them completely."
The fat man's hand moved toward Jiang Cheng, grabbed Jiang Cheng's hand and squeezed it twice. Jiang Cheng knew what the fat man meant, and he suspected that the abbot was unreliable.
The same goes for Ye Qiutang. She also lacks trust in the abbot hiding in the darkness.
After a moment of silence, Jiang Cheng seemed to have figured it out, "Okay, let me ask again, can it only be done by me alone, or should all of us do it?"
"Just one donor is enough." The abbot answered simply.
"Why? Don't they need to escape from the realm of illusion?" Jiang Cheng seemed to have found the abbot's flaw.
"Amitabha, the donor is different from them." After a pause, the abbot's tone was a little more subtle when he spoke again, "Don't the donor himself not know what is special about him?"
Hearing this, Fatty held Jiang Cheng's hand tighter. Fatty knew that Jiang Cheng was Zero and that he was brought back from another world by the old president.
This sentence seemed to touch Jiang Cheng, and he no longer hesitated, "Abbot, what do I need to do? Just dig in
Is it okay to lose my eyes? "
"Donor, please come forward."
The three people from Jiang Cheng stepped forward at the same time, holding each other's hands as if they were one unit.
"Come forward again."
After several times, the abbot asked Jiang Cheng to stop, and now the abbot's voice was very close.
According to the abbot's request, Jiang Cheng let go of one hand. He chose to let go of Ye Qiutang, and then used that hand to touch the darkness ahead. Soon, he touched a heavy stone table with a stone table on it. wooden box.
"Inside the box is the temple's treasure, the purple gold alms bowl. The donor just needs to put his eyes in it."
"This object is very mysterious. It can break the universe, ignore the changes of time, and pass on the objects of different dynasties." The abbot's voice was quite emotional, "And Huicong was knocked down by the senior brother with this object, so it was sealed."
Jiang Cheng suddenly remembered that the abbot had mentioned something before, and the elder brother hugged Hui Cong's lap with tears in his eyes. When he was not prepared, he took out an alms bowl from his arms and knocked Hui Cong unconscious. Unexpectedly, it was this treasure in front of him.
However, what Jiang Cheng cares more about is the abbot's description of this object. It can break the universe. The four directions are called universe, and the past and present are called universe. The word "zhouyu" is the ancient people's name and understanding of time and space.
The latter sentence, which ignores the passage of time and conveys things from different dynasties, is even more powerful. Jiang Cheng’s understanding is that there may be things in this alms bowl that do not belong to this time and space. For example, he can find a mobile phone or a watch in it. In other words, By the way, he can also put things in it and send them to another world.
"another world!"
Jiang Cheng was suddenly stunned. He instantly thought of Li Bai Yao, Shun Yu, and Zhu Jie and Tang Qisheng.
Could it be that these people were scattered to different time and space?
Could it be... could it be that this purple golden bowl is the intersection of three times and spaces, and people in the other two worlds are in urgent need of his help at this moment?
Jiang Cheng slowly calmed himself down in the next second, but this didn't make sense. After all, he could understand that the other two teams needed something else, but they needed his eyes. This was too strange.
Jiang Cheng calmly raised his head and looked towards the direction from which the voice came in the darkness, "Master, is it that simple?"
"Before this, the donor still needs to bow in the direction of the Buddha. A total of three times of bowing are required, with a big salute and a pious shout every time."
"What are you shouting for?" Jiang Cheng asked.
"Become a Buddha!"
"Where is the Buddha statue? How can I bow to it?"
"Amitabha, there is no need for the donor to worry about this. The statue of Buddha is right behind the poor monk. The donor can just bow to the poor monk."
