Master Yuanjue is a great monk who wants him to kill a villager, and he will be happy to do this for humans.

But asking him to recite the "Sutra of the Spirit" to save the villagers, which would shorten his life for ten years, and he would not be able to do so.

There are thousands of strange things in the world, and there are many strange things formed by human souls. If every pilgrim comes to make such a request, he will respond to his requests, and he will have already gone to see the Buddha.

If you have lost your life for ten years, you will recite the "Shi Ling Sutra" every time. At this price, even a monk who has attained enlightenment will not be willing to do it easily.

Li Jiuyue was naturally very clear about this. He glanced at the oil lamp, and a hint of sadness appeared in his eyes. He quickly restrained himself and said with a smile: "Of course I understand Master Yuanjue's concerns, but this village grudge has a lot to do with me, so I hope the master will 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 the things I plan to donate to Foxiang Temple first, and it is not too late to make a decision." After Li Jiuyue said that, he pointed to the three long wooden boxes on the table.

Master Yuanjue just glanced at him and didn't mean to pick it up. He just sighed: "Master Li doesn't have to do this. It's not that he doesn't want to help, but that he can't help."

He is no young, and he may have lost more than ten years of life.

Li Jiuyue didn't say anything, but just opened three long wooden boxes in turn.

The first box is a string of black stone rosary beads. The beads are round and transparent, emitting a faint black light.

Master Yuanjue's pupils contracted slightly, and he calmed down before looking at the second box.

Inside the second box is a sutra, with the three words "Celestial Cangsu" written on the page, which is a long-lost Buddhist scripture.

Master Yuanjue endured and did not pick up this Buddhist scripture immediately.

The third box contains a bronze incense burner, and the incense burner is engraved with scriptures as big as soybeans, which emit a faint golden Buddha light.

Master Yuanjue's face became solemn. He forced himself to look at the three boxes again, but instead recited the scriptures silently and calmed down, "Where did Mr. Li come from?"

"Even the Zhang Li family, the first-generation Zhang and Li family in Gaoxiang County, may not be able to take out these three things."

"Why should Master Yuanjue care where I come from?" Li Jiuyue said slowly, "I have no malicious intentions. These three things were collected by my business account after all my thoughts. I think it will be of great help to Master Yuanjue to practice Buddhism."

"And what I want Master Yuanjue to do is not a bad thing. Master Yuanjue just needs to tell me if I want to take on this matter?"

"If I don't want to, I can only find someone else."

This is the price that Li Jiuyue can offer. There are not many monks who can recite the "Shi Ling Sutra", but it will not be too rare. He will not make things difficult for Master Yuanjue because of this.

"Amitabha, donor Li has a problem for me." Master Yuanjue looked puzzled and hesitated.

If Li Jiuyue brought gold, silver, jewelry or other rare things, he, a monk, would not be moved, but these three things may not be considered the most treasures of Buddhism, but they are also rare treasures for Buddhism.

But if he agreed, he would not have ten years of life after reciting the "Shi Ling Sutra", which really made it difficult for him to make a decision.

As for Li Jiuyue's origin, he didn't want to say that Master Yuanjue didn't mean to pursue it anymore. After all, every once in a while, some people who were unwilling to reveal their identity would always seek his help.

Li Jiuyue did not urge him, but waited patiently.

"Forget it, who made me greedy?" Master Yuanjue sighed, "I promised it."

If he missed these three things, he would regret his life, and it would be worth it to exchange them for ten years.

It was not just for himself that even if he died in the future, Foxiang Temple could pass on these three things, and he could still be worthy of the ancestors of Foxiang Temple throughout the ages.

Monks also need to eat, drink, defecate, urinate, and sleep. Who can truly not stay in the world?

"Then please." Li Jiuyue said with a serious expression.

It was of great importance. Master Yuanjue stood up and first checked the authenticity of the three treasures. Li Jiuyue just looked at him calmly. The things he asked someone to search for would naturally not be fake.

After confirming that it was not a fake, Master Yuanjue asked the monks in the temple to put them away, and he took Li Jiuyue into a quiet Buddhist temple.

The oil lamp sealing the village grievances was placed on the ground.

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

The scriptures you started to recite are ordinary and there is no ordinary point.

Li Jiuyue, who was standing beside him, held his breath and calmed down. He looked at him nervously, but did not dare to make any sound, for fear of disturbing Master Yuanjue's chanting.

The scriptures that Master Yuanjue recited were getting faster and faster, so fast that it was difficult for people to hear clearly what he was reciting.

Suddenly, the first scripture appears from the air, and the scripture is tangible and emits a golden light.

Since the first verse comes out, the second...third... and the eighth verse appears.

Every scripture is different. This is a special Buddhist scripture, and Li Jiuyue can't understand it.

Eight verses radiating golden light circling in the air, falling one by one towards the glass oil lamp, and soon merged into the oil lamp.

Just as the eighth scripture was integrated, the talisman attached to the glass oil lamp burned with a sneer, and the talisman burned out.

The oil lamp emitted two golden and white lights, and the sound of village complaints crying.

But the crying sound soon disappeared without a trace, and the village resentment came out of the glass oil lamp, and its head hit the roof of the tile.

Its whole body was surrounded by eight scriptures. It did not struggle at all. It just looked at Li Jiuyue silently, and then its body began to dissipate into wisps of white light ghost.

The white ghost surrounded the Buddhist temple for a while before dispersing one after another.

Li Jiuyue looked up and watched the last ray of white light dissipate. The guilt in her heart did not decrease at all. Even if they had completed the salvation, they were dead after all, and they just didn't have to be tortured anymore.

Master Yuanjue opened his eyes, and his wrinkles on his face became deeper, and he was much older than before.

He disappeared for ten years.

"Amitabha Buddha, the cause and condition are destroyed, everything has a fixed number. Why should Mr. Li blame himself so much?" Master Yuanjue didn't know the reason for the incident, but he could see that Li Jiuyue's face showed that he felt very guilty.

"Thank you for your help, Master." Li Jiuyue showed a far-fetched smile on his face. He was unwilling to mention this matter.

Master Yuanjue sighed in his heart, but he did not mention it again, but sent Li Jiuyue out of the Buddhist temple.

After leaving the Buddhist temple, Master Yuanjue had just recited the "Shi Ling Sutra" and was in very poor condition and said goodbye and turned to recuperate.

Li Jiuyue did not return to her residence, but walked alone in Foxiang Temple, and his face showed sadness again.
Chapter completed!