In the backyard of Qinglong Temple
In addition to the crying babies and the mournful monks, there was also an inexplicable deathly silence.
The woman holding the baby stared at me with her eyes oozing blood.
In an instant, a chill spreads from your limbs to your bones. This feeling is like being stared at by someone while walking at night, but you can't find that person.
I rolled my throat and still insisted on my assumption: "Master Liaoyin has been dead for a long time. He was killed by your own hands forty years ago."
The woman immediately retorted: "Impossible!!!".
Me: "You didn't succeed forty years ago, right? You killed everyone in Qinglong Temple, but your resentment has not dissipated, which means your main target of revenge is still alive."
"Forty years ago, there were two monks in Qinglong Temple. They determined the cause and the effect. But you personally said that a senior monk died, and you must have done it yourself."
"But how can you be sure that it was Master Liguo you killed forty years ago? And not Master Lioyin?"
The woman's eyes suddenly turned sinister: 'What nonsense are you talking about! '
I suddenly felt my neck tighten, and an invisible hand grabbed my neck tightly, and slowly lifted it up. After a while, my face turned purple.
Even the bones of the neck made an unbearable crunching sound, and might break in the next moment.
Even though I was almost out of breath, I still yelled with all my strength: "Look...look at...the tombstone behind you!".
"Look clearly at the epitaph above!".
The woman didn't move her body, she simply twisted her neck, and the word "cause" on the epitaph was like needle hairs piercing the eyes.
She didn't look back for a while.
Wow wow... ow wow... the baby was still crying in her arms.
After she was distracted, my neck relaxed a lot, although I was still being lifted up in the air.
This conjecture can almost be regarded as a gamble. When I escaped last time, I accidentally saw Yin Zai's tomb where he was worshiping himself. Later, after I learned the whole story of Qinglong Temple, I had this ridiculous conjecture in my mind.
Maybe what died forty years ago was the cause, not the effect.
But there is a contradiction in it, that is, the woman decisively affirmed that Yin was not dead, which made the conjecture completely unfounded.
But after coming to Qinglong Temple this time, this conjecture seems to be true again.
Because on the way I asked Jingchu about "the cause, the effect"
A key piece of information was obtained from the incident between the two masters.
The cause and effect are twins, brothers!
The appearance has nine points of resemblance!
There is also a big difference between cause and effect in character and Buddhist practice.
Based on this information, my conjecture is not untenable, and the key question has moved to cause and effect.
Whether the person who died forty years ago was the cause or the result, only the two of them knew it best.
Master Liaoyin looked at me and kept shaking his head... and seemed to be sighing.
Kick-kick-kick-kick-kick-kick-kick...
The woman's head turned back mechanically, and she screamed in an extremely angry tone:
"Fake, it's fake!"
"Who is he and who are you!"
The ear-splitting sound echoed in the courtyard, like needles pricking the eardrums.
I was also thrown to the ground hard, my head hit the floor and I was dazed for a while.
The great master of the cause, Amitabha, said something plain and simple, as if he had accepted everything: "I am the cause of the cause, and the cause of the cause is me."
"All revenge and all anger from the donor, I gladly accept it"
"Please let me atone for this."
I forced myself to wake up and shouted hurriedly to the woman: "He's not!"
Seeing that the woman was stubborn, I could only scold Jingchu: "Jingchu, how long are you going to hide?"
"Do you really want Qinglong Temple to turn into a ghost temple?"
"You must know those things!".
Jingchu was originally in a state of hesitation and panic, and he trembled when I shouted.
He suddenly woke up and almost burst into tears.
He collapsed and shouted: "Uncle Yin is already dead, please don't kill Master Guo again."
I was shocked and thought to myself that it was indeed the case. The cause was the effect, and the effect that died forty years ago was the cause!
Because the veins on his brain were bulging, he was weak and reprimanded: "Pure..."
Wuwuwu... He just said a word and I covered his mouth.
Because the master is just an ordinary person, and he has shed so much blood, he naturally cannot break free from my hand.
I held down Yin and said, "Keep talking!".
Although I feel sorry for doing this, Master Yin, it can save two lives, right?
I'm selfish, but I just want to live.
Jingchu cried softly: "Master Guo was not in the temple that night forty years ago. The abbot at that time was Master Yin."
"That night, the female benefactor came to visit us late at night, crying for help. Most of the monks in the temple heard it, and I heard it too."
"I was going to open the door. Buddha said that saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, but my uncle stopped me."
"Uncle Liao Yin and Master Liao Guo have very different ideological and ideological orientations in Buddhism. He believes that women cannot be allowed to stay in Buddhist temples late at night, and women with a pregnant belly and blood stains are not allowed to enter the temple."
At this time the woman sneered and interjected:
"Wouldn't giving birth in a temple pollute the pure land of Buddhism? Qinglong Temple is a popular place, not a birthing bed. How will Qinglong Temple deal with the news that a child was born in the temple?"
"These are his words for rejecting me. I will remember these words until I die!".
Jingchu was so guilty that he didn't even have the courage to look at the woman. Compared to others, he knew the cause of the matter very well and was also deeply tortured.
"We wanted to open the door to welcome the female benefactor in, but we couldn't defeat it because of Master's uncle's status. He comforted us that as long as we refused the female benefactor, the female benefactor would find another place or go down the mountain."
"But we really didn't expect that our move would kill the female donor. We almost stayed up all night that night. The female donor banged on the door and cried, and we were in agony."
"There was no sound after a few hours. We all thought the female donor had left, but we didn't expect that the female donor's body fell in when we opened the door the next day."
"I was holding a newly delivered baby in my arms. When we opened the door, the baby was already out of breath. At that moment, all of us were stunned and frightened."
"On the vermilion door, it was impossible to distinguish the bloody scratches of the female donor from the original red paint. The broken nails were stuck on the door. You can imagine the pain. The blood under the female donor even dyed the door red. Stone steps".
"The death of the female donor is related to all of us. No one can escape responsibility and no one is innocent."
"Even if the female donor died due to dystocia and we cannot be held accountable, we know our sin in our hearts. It was Qinglong Temple that killed the donor and the donor's child."
"There was also a corpse collector who saw this situation that day. The corpse collector could tell at a glance that the death of the female donor was abnormal, and he gave him a few words of respect."
"Resentment enters the bone marrow, and the dead is not stiff, and the soul is not in the body, and it is necessary to stain half of the sky with blood."
"I don't know what happened? Your temple is going to be in disaster."
