Great Thunderclap Monastery.
The sound of the bell rang incessantly. It was the sound of a bell welcoming the guests.
Qin Mu carried Village Chief up the mountain and saw a dignified Rulai leading all the monks to welcome them. At this moment, the youth was slightly melancholy. Ma Wangshen, who had a cold face but a warm heart, had finally become the Rulai of Great Thunderclap Monastery, a buddha.
He couldn't let go of the place he had grown up in. The monks of Great Thunderclap Monastery had killed his wife and son, but it wasn't done by Old Rulai. It was done by the monks under him.
He was Old Rulai's disciple, and Old Rulai knew him very well. He also knew Old Rulai very well. Old Rulai was old and couldn't control the monks under him. The arhats of Arhat Courtyard and the monks of the other courtyards had gone down the mountain, and his wife and son had lost their lives because of it.
Old Rulai had chopped off his arm and returned it to him. Even though it didn't resolve the hatred in his heart, he still had to inherit his master's mantle and couldn't let Great Thunderclap Monastery vanish into thin air.
When he returned to his old place and sat on Rulai's throne, the wind swept the gray clouds past him. As the clouds dispersed, he suddenly obtained true rites and broke through the last realm of Rulai's Mahayana Sutra, cultivating Brahma.
From Sakra to Brahma was a kind of epiphany, a kind of realization.
On the golden peak of Great Thunderclap Monastery, Qin Mu looked at Old Ma who had educated him until he became an adult. He had all kinds of feelings in his heart, but in the end, he still greeted him as senior brother.
This Rulai of Great Thunderclap Monastery had cultivated to the highest realm, Brahma Realm. His corporeal body, spirit sense, and true rites were perfected, and there were twenty heavens behind him. Brahma sat in the lotus position, surrounded by gods and buddhas of all sizes. The light was eternal, sacred, and benevolent.
"Senior brother." Old Ma returned his greeting.
Qin Mu felt sad. Old Ma Old Ma was no longer the Old Ma Old Ma of the past, but Rulai. He needed to let go of his worldly affairs. Everything was empty.
Cripple was also there. Even though he was there to observe the ceremony in name, he was actually worried about Old Ma's safety, afraid that the monks of Great Thunderclap Monastery would harm him.
However, Old Ma had already reached the highest realm of Rulai's Mahayana Sutra and didn't need his protection. Cripple couldn't sit still. There were treasures everywhere in the Great Leiyin Temple. The Buddhist temple was full of rare treasures, which made the old thief restless. He wanted to steal them, but he felt guilty. When he saw Qin Mu and the village chief, he couldn't help but suggest to leave as soon as possible.
Qin Mu had the intention to stay for a few more days, but when night fell, he saw that the north was brightly lit. That was where Qingmen Pass was located. The lights were so splendid, indicating that the battle at Qingmen Pass was intense.
Next to Qingmen Pass was Ghost Valley, where the two white bats lived. It wasn't too far from Great Thunderclap Monastery.
Early the next morning, Qin Mu got up to bid farewell and left with Village Chief, Xiong Xiyu, Cripple, and the rest.
"When I met Old Ma, he was the world's most famous constable, known as Divine Constable Ma. He almost caught me. "
Cripple turned back. The golden peak of Mount Meru shone with boundless golden light, and the Buddhist chants were vast and mighty. The Buddhist chants even materialized into words, lotus flowers, and phantoms of Buddhas in the void that surrounded this holy ground.
Cripple was lost in thought as he said in a low voice, "He caught me many times and competed with me many times. The one I was most afraid of and respected the most was him. I was an orphan in my early years and had nothing. I begged everywhere for food, and when I couldn't take it anymore, I would steal. I didn't dare to snatch because I was very small and skinny. "Later on, I was caught by an old constable. He didn't send me to see an official, but he didn't let me steal anymore. He taught me his trade like a father. I followed him and dreamed that I could become a constable one day. Old Ma reminds me of him. I feel that Old Ma is especially like him when he's serious … "
Qin Mu sat on the back of the Dragon Unicorn and didn't say a word. He listened to Cripple talk about the past with Village Chief and the rest.
"I don't have a father, but I feel that the old constable is my father. I worked especially hard and was especially happy when I followed him. One day, the old constable was about to die. "
Cripple stared with his eyes wide open, and his tone was extremely calm. "At midnight, his enemies came knocking on his door. At that time, I was still sleeping. He barged in and risked his life to send me out. He said to me, 'Child, be a good person … Run!' I wasn't wearing any clothes, so I ran naked. I ran and ran, and my speed became faster and faster. I cried for people to come and help, but no one came, no one … "
A skinny and weak boy ran naked helplessly, begging for people to help him, but no one helped him.
Cripple ran from night to day, running tens of thousands of miles. When he woke up and returned to the old constable's residence, it had already been burned to the ground. He only managed to dig out the old constable's charred bones.
"He told me to be a good person, and he had been a good person his whole life, but what happened to him? I didn't want to be a good person! He didn't let me steal, so I stole. "
Cripple said desolately, "As I stole, I ran. As I stole, I stole, and ran. My reputation grew bigger and bigger, and I was called Thief God. Whatever dogsh * t seals, whatever dogsh * t forbidden spells, I didn't care about any of them. I ran faster than the wind, the clouds, and the lightning. I stole from all over the world. Whatever sect, whatever sacred ground, I stole from all of them. I finally found his enemies and stole their heads. When I paid respects to the old constable, I wanted to be a good person, but I caught the habit of stealing, and I couldn't get rid of it no matter what. Later on, I met Old Ma, and he reminded me of the old constable. I wasn't afraid of him, but I respected him. Now that he has become Rulai, he has a merciful and benevolent appearance, and he reminds me of whether the old constable has also become Buddha … "
Village Chief popped his head out from the herb basket. "Old Ma won't become Buddha. When a new Rulai comes one day, he will take off his kasaya and become the old Old Ma again. "
Cripple raised his head to look at the sky and said, "I hope so."
Qin Mu let out a shaky breath and said in a low voice, "Old Ma will come back …"
Along the way, he had completely removed the poison from Xiong Xiyu's body and concocted a few spirit pills for her to nourish her vital qi. When they finally reached Ghost Valley, two white bats flew into the canyon of Ghost Valley and hung upside down on a tree to bid farewell to Qin Mu and the rest.
"Cult Master, come play often when you're free. I won't eat you!" Fu Yuqiu said.
Qin Mu laughed loudly and waved his hand to bid farewell. The two white bats immediately flew into the valley and shouted, "Wake up the old ancestors and let them give birth to a few girls to reproduce our race!"
"Even if they are born, they will still be our great-grandmother, so how can we reproduce? Furthermore, what if the two old ancestors are both men? "
"Shut up!"
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