Master Yuanjue is a high-ranking monk, and if he wants to kill a village grudge, he will be happy to do so for mankind.

But if he was asked to recite the "Crossing the Spirit Sutra" to overcome the village grievances, it would make him lose ten years of life, and he would not be able to do so.

There are thousands of strange things in the world, and there are many strange things in the formation of human souls, if every pilgrim came to the door to make such a request, and he would have to respond to his request, he would have already gone to see the Buddha.

Reciting the "Crossing the Spirit Sutra" for ten years, such a price, even a high-ranking monk is not willing to do it easily.

Li Jiuyue was naturally very clear about this, he glanced at the oil lamp, there was a trace of sadness in his eyes, he quickly reined in, and said with a smile: "Of course I understand Master Yuanjue's concerns, but this village grievance has a lot to do with me, and I hope the master can help." ”

Master Yuanjue was silent and did not reply, in his opinion, this matter was over.

"Master Yuanjue might as well take a look at what I am going to donate to the Buddha Xiang Temple first, and then it's not too late to make a decision. After Li Jiujiu finished speaking, he pointed to the three long wooden boxes on the table.

Master Yuanjue just glanced at it, he didn't mean to pick it up, he just sighed: "Master Li doesn't have to be like this, it's not that he doesn't want to help, but he can't help." ”

He is not young anymore, and if he has ten years less to live, he will really have little time.

Li Jiujiu didn't speak, but just opened the three long wooden boxes in turn.

The first box is a string of black stone rosaries, the beads are round and clear, emitting a faint black glow.

Master Yuanjue's pupils shrank slightly, and he fixed his mind before looking at the second box.

Inside the second box is a sutra with the words "Heavenly Tibetan Sutra" written on the page, which is a long-lost Buddhist scripture.

Master Yuanjue patiently did not immediately pick up this Buddhist scripture.

The third box contains a bronze incense burner, on which are engraved with soybean-sized scriptures, and the scriptures emit a faint golden Buddha light.

Master Yuanjue's face became solemn, and he forcibly did not look at the three boxes of things again, but silently recited the scriptures and meditated, "Where does Master Li Shi come from?"

"These three things, even the Zhang Li family, the first family in Gaoxiang County, may not be able to take them. ”

"Why should Master Yuanjue care where I come from?" Li Jiujiu said unhurriedly, "I don't have any bad intentions, these three things were painstakingly collected by our firm, and I think they will be of great help to Master Yuanjue's cultivation of Buddhism." ”

"And it's not a bad thing for Master Yuanjue to do, Master Yuanjue just needs to tell me, are you willing to take this matter?"

"If I don't want to, then I'll have to find someone else. ”

This is the price that Li Jiujiu can offer, there are not many monks who can recite the "Crossing the Spirit Sutra", but it is not too rare, and he will not embarrass Master Yuanjue because of this.

"Amitabha, Lord Li Shi has given Lao Gu a problem. Master Yuanjue's face turned embarrassed and hesitated.

If Li Jiujiu brought gold, silver, jewelry, or other rare things, he would not be tempted by a monk, but these three things may not be regarded as the treasures of Buddhism, but they are also rare treasures for the Buddhist family.

But if he agreed, he would not see ten years of life if he recited the "Crossing the Spirit Sutra", which was really difficult for him to decide.

As for Li Jiujiu's origin, he didn't want to say it, and Master Yuanjue had no intention of pursuing it further, after all, every once in a while, there would always be some people who didn't want to reveal their identities looking for him for help.

Li Jiujiu did not urge, but waited patiently.

"That's it, who made the old man greedy?" Master Yuanjue sighed, "The old man promised. ”

If he misses these three things, he will regret it for the rest of his life, and it is worth it to spend ten years of life in exchange for these three things.

He is not just for himself, even if he dies in the future, Foxiang Temple can pass on these three things, and he can also be worthy of the ancestors of Foxiang Temple.

Monks also have to eat, drink, and sleep, who can really not stay in things?

"Then please. Li Jiujiu said with a serious face.

The stakes are very high, Master Yuanjue stood up, and first checked the authenticity of the three treasures, Li Jiujiu just looked at it with a calm face on the side, and the things he asked people to search for naturally would not be fake.

After confirming that it was not a fake, Master Yuanjue asked the monks of the temple to take it and put it away, and he took Li Jiujiu into a quiet Buddhist hall.

The oil lamp that sealed the village's grievances was placed on the ground.

Master Yuanjue sat cross-legged, his face was serious, his hands were folded, and he closed his eyes and began to chant the scriptures slowly.

The scriptures that I began to read were ordinary, and I didn't see anything ordinary.

Li Jiujiu on the side held his breath, he looked at it a little nervously, but he didn't dare to make any sound, for fear of disturbing Master Yuanjue's recitation.

The scriptures that Master Yuanjue read out of his mouth became faster and faster, so fast that it was difficult to hear what he was reading.

Suddenly, the first verse emerged from the air, tangible, emitting a golden glow.

Since the first verse comes out, the second ...... Third ...... Until the eighth verse appears.

Every scripture is different, this is a special Buddhist text of Buddhism, and Li Jiujiu can't understand it.

Eight scriptures emitting golden light swirled in the air, and one by one they fell towards the glass oil lamp, which soon merged into the oil lamp.

Just as the eighth verse was being integrated, the talisman attached to the glass oil lamp snorted and burned, and the talisman burned out.

The oil lamp emitted a golden and white light, and the sound of village grievances and weeping was faintly heard.

But the crying soon disappeared without a trace, and the village grudge came out of the glass oil lamp, its head touching the tiled roof.

It was surrounded by eight scriptures all over its body, it didn't struggle, it just glanced at Li Jiuyue silently, and then its body began to disperse into wisps of white light ghosts.

The white light ghost swirled around the Buddha hall for a while before dispersing in turn.

Li Jiu looked up and watched the last ray of white light and the ghost disperse, the guilt in his heart did not decrease in any way, even if he completed the excess, they were dead after all, but they didn't have to be tortured anymore.

Master Yuanjue opened his eyes, the wrinkles on his face deepened, and the whole person was much older than before.

He was gone for ten years in an instant.

"Amitabha, fate arises and dies, everything has a fixed number, why should Master Li blame himself so much?" Master Yuanjue didn't know the reason for the matter, but he could see that Li Jiujiu's face could see that he was very guilty.

"Thank you, Master, for your help. Li Jiujiu had a far-fetched smile on his face, he was reluctant to mention the matter.

Master Yuanjue sighed in his heart, and he didn't mention it again, but sent Li Jiujiu out of the Buddhist hall.

Leaving the Buddha Hall, Master Yuanjue had just recited the "Crossing the Spirit Sutra", and he was in a very bad state and directly said goodbye and turned around to recuperate.

Li Jiujiu did not return to his residence, but walked alone in the Buddha Xiang Temple, and his face once again showed a sad look.

The 13,000 people in Yegu Village all died because of him, and he could only find a monk for them, how could he not blame himself?