The sky was covered with dark clouds.
Thunder rumbled.
Torrential rain poured down.
The entire Small Cloud Temple seemed to be covered by the rain and became blurred.
In the Hall of Great Strength.
The light was slightly dim.
The huge Buddha was sitting upright, looking down with compassion.
The surrounding candles were swaying.
The young novice monk was knocking on the wooden fish.
The low knocking sound was very regular, as if covering the wind, rain, and thunder outside.
A young man was kneeling on the futon.
He was wearing a white brocade robe, and his face was delicate.
But if one looked carefully, one would find that his eyes were dark.
His lips were purple and blue.
There was a heavy aura of death all over his body.
He was the young master of the Li family in Qinghe County.
Li Wuyou.
He had been suffering from septicemia for many years.
He had asked countless famous doctors, but there was still no cure.
He did not have long to live.
Li Wuyou's left hand was placed in front of his chest, and his right hand was holding the Buddha beads.
His lips were moving.
He was silently chanting Buddhist scriptures.
A string of Buddha beads was slowly turning between his thumbs.
His face was unusually calm.
It seemed that the incurable disease did not happen to him.
"Amitabha!"
An old monk in a golden cassock came out from the back of the main hall.
He was slightly hunchbacked.
His face was full of wrinkles.
He was old and clumsy, but he had the appearance of a person of virtue and prestige.
He was the abbot of Small Cloud Temple.
Yun Zhi.
Li Wuyou was the most devout pilgrim of Small Cloud Temple.
The Hall of Great Strength, the Buddha's golden body, and even the Sutra Passing Pavilion in the back mountain were all renovated by Li Wuyou.
He did not dare to not welcome him.
After a while, Li Wuyou finished chanting.
He stood up.
"The rain is pouring and the mountain road is difficult to walk, but Donor Li still dragged his sick body to serve the Buddha. His piety is deep and touching."
Abbot Yun Zhi slowly stepped forward and put his palms together.
"The Buddha will bless Donor Li and let him live a long life."
He knew the knot in Li Wuyou's heart.
The latter had been seeking medicine and praying to the Gods and Buddhas for so many years, just to live a few more years.
So, he knew what to say.
He wanted the latter to pay more incense money.
"Thank you for your kind words, Abbot Yunzhi."
However, Li Wuyou's expression remained calm after hearing those words.
There was no longer any anticipation like before.
After a pause, Li Wuyou said in a hoarse voice.
"Grandmaster Yun Zhi, I have a question that I would like to ask you."
"Please ask, Almsgiver Li. I will tell you everything I know."
Yun Zhi's expression was sincere.
Li Wuyou turned around and raised his head to look at the shining golden Buddha statue.
After a moment of silence, he suddenly smiled.
Asked.
"Master, you keep saying that Buddha can bless me with a long life. Do you believe that?"
"Uh … Amitabha!"
Yun Zhi's face stiffened.
This question was really sharp.
However, he was an abbot after all, and he had extraordinary self-control. He quickly regained his composure and explained.
"As long as Benefactor Li is pious enough, Buddha will definitely hear your wishes."
"Grandmaster Yun Zhi, your answer is irrelevant."
Li Wuyou narrowed his eyes. Although his expression was still calm, his body suddenly emitted a cold and sharp aura.
"My question is not whether Buddha can hear me or not, but whether you believe it or not."
"Benefactor Li …"
Yun Zhi's face turned pale under the pressure of the latter's aura. He couldn't help but take two steps back.
He couldn't speak.
"Grandmaster Yun Zhi, you don't believe it either, right?"
Li Wuyou raised the corner of his mouth.
The mockery in his smile was clearly visible.
Yun Zhi didn't know why Li Wuyou, who had always been gentle and elegant, suddenly became like this.
However, he didn't want to miss this big guest.
He took a few deep breaths, suppressed the fear in his heart, and then put his palms together and said in a deep voice.
"I believe it."
"Buddha is omnipotent, overlooking all living beings, and all living beings wish …"
Puff!
His words came to an abrupt halt.
This was because Li Wuyou had taken out a dagger from his bosom and stabbed it directly into his heart.
Blood spurted out.
It dyed the golden kasaya red, and also dyed the praying mat red.
It also dyed Li Wuyou's white robe red.
"You …"
Abbot Yun Zhi didn't expect that Li Wuyou would suddenly kill him. His eyes widened, and his face was quickly filled with fear.
"Grandmaster Yun Zhi has served Buddha for many years. You should be pious enough."
Li Wuyou gently patted Yun Zhi's shoulder and said with a smile.
"Let me see how Buddha will bless you to live a long life!"
Puff!
After saying that, Li Wuyou took out the dagger.
Yun Zhi staggered backward, and with a plop, he knelt in front of the Buddha statue.
Blood quickly spread.
It was like a red flower blooming.
"Ah …"
The young novice monk realized the horror here and screamed.
Then, he threw away the wooden fish.
He panicked and ran out of the Hall of Great Strength.
Whoosh!
The dagger flew out from Li Wuyou's hand and accurately stabbed the young novice monk's back.
Dark red bloomed.
He fell on the steps of the door.
Blood was washed away by the raindrops flowing down from the eaves and spread downwards.
"Li Wuyou … are you mad?"
Yun Zhi was still breathing. He clutched his heart, and his voice was filled with fear.
"I just want to see if Gautama Buddha can really protect Grandmaster and the hundred Buddhist disciples in your Small Cloud Temple!"
Li Wuyou walked in front of the young novice monk and pulled out the dagger.
Then, he walked into the rain just like that.
Rumble!
In the sky, lightning raged like silver snakes, causing the entire Little Cloud Temple to tremble.
The two young monks seemed to have heard the shouting from the Hall of Great Strength.
They ran over curiously.
Just as they were about to salute Li Wuyou, their necks were directly slit.
Then, they fell into the muddy water in horror.
Blood spread in the rain.
They covered their necks, and their bodies twitched violently. Their faces were filled with despair and confusion.
What happened?
"No … Li Wuyou …"
Grandmaster Yun Zhi stared at the slaughter in the rain, and the despair and fear on his face became more intense. He turned around with difficulty, reached out and grabbed the foot of the Buddha statue, and begged.
"Buddha … I beg you … save them …"
"Buddha …"
The golden Buddha statue was indifferent.
"Ah …"
Yun Zhi was heartbroken, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Then, he died.
Two bloody handprints were left on the Buddha statue.
…
About an hour later.
Li Wuyou's figure reappeared in the Hall of Great Strength.
His clothes were wet.
They were tightly attached to his body.
Thick dark red flowed along the hem of his clothes.
Every step he took left a red footprint.
He walked over Yun Zhi's body and came under the Buddha statue.
Puff!
He stared at the statue for a moment, and then his face turned pale and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
He was terminally ill and forced to use force.
This caused the little remaining vitality in his body to flow faster.
His hair slowly turned white.
His skin also had some more wrinkles.
But there was no fear in his eyes. Instead, there was a kind of madness and coldness.
"You can't even protect your own believer!"
"Let alone me?"
"Then what's the use of me begging you?"
Li Wuyou's voice was cold.
His face was like a devil.
Boom!
The dagger carried a strong force and slashed at the foundation of the Buddha statue.
Wood chips flew.
Creak!
The Buddha statue shook for a moment, and then slowly tilted to the side.
Boom!
It smashed on the ground, crushing Yun Zhi's body into meat paste.
Blood splattered.
And the statue itself was directly shattered into countless pieces.
It was a mess!
The Buddha's head rolled in front of the door.
In his eyes, it was unknown whether it was tears or rainwater that splashed in.
It flowed slowly.
Not long after, Xiao Yun Temple was ablaze!
In the endless flames, Li Wuyou walked down the mountain and sneered.
"Since the gods and Buddhas are useless, then I will personally come and demand life from the heavens!"
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