In an ancient temple at the border of China, eight old monks wearing red kasayas sat around a marble carved eight-treasure lotus altar. Their hands formed the Nirvana Seal of Silence as they kept chanting the Rebirth Mantra.
Namo Amitabha Ye, Ta Ta Gado Ye, Ta Di Ye Ta, Amitabha Dupo Pi, Amitabha Dupo Pi, Amitabha Dupo Pi, Siddhanpo Pi … The mysterious scriptures lingered in the grand hall along with the knocking sound of the wooden fish. The ethereal Sanskrit sound penetrated the air and the thick brick walls, and converged into the vast and distant blue sky outside the hall.
In the corner of the hall, a tall man in a black suit knelt on a futon. His palms were clasped together and his eyes were closed. His pale lips were also chanting scriptures with a solemn expression.
A young monk in his early twenties wearing a magnolia kasaya sat beside him, secretly sizing him up from the corner of his eyes.
The man was very tall and looked healthy, but his slightly purple lips revealed the secret that he had just recovered from a serious illness. As early as half a year ago, there were rumors that the man had a serious heart disease and would not live for long. The man's family was one of the most prominent families in China. He was a genius with outstanding ability. At the age of 25, he surpassed his father and several uncles to take the position of the head of the family. He even brought the family out of the mire and pushed it to the peak.
The death of the lowly was like smoke, while the death of the superior was like shaking a mountain. The man's life and death determined the rise and fall of a family, and it would change the fate of many people. The news immediately attracted the attention of many people, but the man did not refute the rumors. Instead, he completely disappeared from the public eye.
Half a year later, when everyone thought that the man was no longer in this world and some people were rubbing their hands and preparing to make a move on his family, the man suddenly appeared in a high-profile manner and dealt with all the restless forces with thunderous means. The rumors were dispelled.
However, the young monk beside him knew that it was not a rumor. Although the monk was still young and his cultivation was not comparable to the eight elders, a simple face reading technique was not difficult for him. Half a year ago, the man clearly looked like he was going to die. Half a year later, all the signs of death had disappeared. He had a long lifespan, but there was a thick black murderous aura lingering between his brows, showing signs of being possessed by the devil.
This was the result of taking someone else's lifespan and changing the fate of the heavens, so he was stained with the karma of evil! The young monk chanted a Buddhist prayer to the man on the TV screen.
Half a month later, when the man brought the Buddhist supreme treasure, the True Buddha Sarira, to his door, he found out that the person who had extended his life was none other than the other party's younger sister, a twin sister whose blood was thicker than water. She gave her heart to her brother and passed away quietly.
The monks didn't want to know how many dark, obscure, and dirty secrets there were. The True Buddha Sarira was originally a sacred object of the temple. It had been lost for two thousand years and finally returned. They could not refuse any of the man's requests, even if the man wanted to use the lifetime cultivation of the eight elders to send his sister to reincarnation. He wanted his sister to live a happy and healthy life in the next life.
The cultivation base of the eight elders added together amounted to four to five hundred years of luck. This benefactor really dared to make such a request! At that thought, the monk frowned.
The knocking sound of the wooden fish stopped and the ethereal Sanskrit sound echoed in the empty hall for a while. A rich Buddhist fragrance came from the ice jade box placed in the middle of the altar, refreshing the mind.
The eight elders slowly opened their eyes. Because they had lost most of their cultivation base, the wrinkles on their faces became even more crisscrossed and their bodies hunched down.
"Amitabha, we have not let you down." The oldest monk stood up and walked to the side of the altar to pick up the ice jade box.
The man had also opened his eyes. He didn't say anything. After kowtowing three times, he stepped forward and took the bone-chilling box.
The old monk took the lead and walked out of the hall. The others followed slowly and walked to the depths of the temple under a huge Bodhi tree.
"Just throw the lotus seed into the water." The old monk pointed to a small pond five feet square under the tree.
The man didn't ask any questions. He carefully opened the lid of the box and held the lotus seed in his palm. That solemn and pious expression made it seem as if he was holding up the entire world.
But she was indeed his entire world. She was the meaning of his life. He couldn't bear to let her go.
The monks waited quietly. After half an hour, the young monk was the most impatient. He comforted in a low voice, "Mr. Yu, let go. With the support of the eight uncle-masters, Miss Yu will definitely be blessed and healthy in her next life. Everything will go smoothly. "
The man didn't listen. He pressed the lotus seed tightly against his chest. His expression seemed to be enduring. After a few minutes, he walked to the side of the pond and bent down to put the lotus seed into the clear water. If his sister's body hadn't been cremated when he woke up, how could he be willing to just send her into the cycle of reincarnation? Even if it was against the heavens, he would let her come back to life.
Ripples appeared on the surface of the water. A miraculous scene happened in front of the man. He saw a few tender green lotus leaves breaking through the ripples and rapidly growing. In just two or three seconds, they were lush and verdant. There was even a long thin stem with a pink flower bud swaying in the wind. It was stained with a few drops of sparkling and translucent water droplets, looking very cute.
The Buddhist fragrance in the ancient temple was replaced by the elegant lotus fragrance. The eight old monks put their palms together and chanted 'Amitabha' in unison.
The man was knowledgeable. When he saw this scene, he was stunned for a few seconds. For the first time, his cold expression softened. He sincerely said, "I'm ashamed to have wasted the lifetime skills of the masters."
"Buddha cut his flesh to feed the eagle and sacrificed his life to feed the tiger. It can be said that you have asked for benevolence and received benevolence. What's there to complain about? It's the same for us. The benefactress has already entered the cycle of reincarnation. Her fortune will be unparalleled. It's getting late. Benefactress, please go back. "The old monk said lightly.
The man thanked him again. He stood by the pond for a long time before reluctantly leaving. When he walked out of the temple, he saw his mother waiting at the door with an anxious expression. A thick black murderous aura gathered between his brows again. He wouldn't let go of anyone who had forced her or harmed her!
The eight elders walked into the pagoda in a single file. They sat around the True Buddha sarira and meditated. The heavy pagoda door closed with a creak. It was unknown how many years it would be before it opened again.
The young monk sighed softly and sneaked into the main hall when no one was looking. He climbed up the Eight Treasures Lotus Altar and took out a book from under the ice jade box. He muttered to himself, "It's already difficult to send a soul to the Greater Thousand World with four or five hundred years of cultivation. What's more, I have to guarantee her unparalleled fortune, wealth, and prosperity? The eight uncle-masters are inflexible. They'll definitely do their best. If things go wrong, they'll all pass away after the ceremony. In order to protect the lives of the uncle-masters, I have no choice but to do this. Please forgive me, Buddha. "
He put his palms together and bowed to the Buddha statue in the hall. After straightening his back, he wiped away the cinnabar Star Shifting Array on the cover and comforted himself. "She's a mortal woman. She doesn't need spiritual energy to cultivate. The Greater Thousand World or the Lesser Thousand World shouldn't be a problem for her, right? This is a romance novel without many twists and turns. The author even labeled it as a sweet pampering novel, he, and loyal dog man. She has four hundred years of fortune. She can at least get the role of the female lead. I didn't expect that the daughter of a big family would also like to read this kind of silly novel …"
He casually read two pages. His face gradually turned green. He flipped to the back at an extremely fast speed. After a long while, he collapsed on the lotus platform, covered his face and sighed. He was also a genius. Otherwise, how could he become the abbot of a thousand-year-old ancient temple at such a young age? Reading a novel with four to five hundred pages in three minutes was as easy as eating and drinking.
However, there were times when even geniuses fell. This time was one of them. When he asked the man for the female benefactor's relics so that he could perform the ceremony, this book was among them. The moment he picked up the book, he immediately had the idea of turning the Greater Thousand World into the Lesser Thousand World. He glanced at the introduction and felt that there was no problem, so he decided to use it as the medium.
At this time, when he looked at it again, he was so regretful that his intestines turned green.
This book was indeed a sweet pampering novel, but unfortunately, the cannon fodder female supporting character in the book and the female benefactor just happened to have the same name. They were both called Yu Xiang. What was more coincidental was that Yu Xiang injured her leg when she was young. She couldn't walk, so her fate was similar to that of the female benefactor. It could be imagined that both their souls and bodies were extremely compatible. There was an 80-90% chance that they would fuse together.
Thinking of the fate of 'Yu Xiang' in the book, the monk sighed again.
This was a melodramatic story about the wrong child. A merchant's family and a noble's family went out at the same time. Both families' matriarchs were pregnant and their months were about the same. On the way, they encountered bandits. Under the protection of their servants, they escaped the siege and hid in a cave to take refuge. Both families were affected and gave birth prematurely. Because they were in a hurry, the situation was critical, and both families gave birth to daughters. The noble's wet nurse accidentally carried the wrong child. When she returned home, she found that the child's swaddling clothes were of the same color and pattern, but the cloth was very cheap. Only then did she realize what had happened.
However, the head of the family died from bandits. The matriarch was heartbroken. If she told the truth, she would be buried with the head of the family. Her son and daughter would also be implicated. After pondering for a long time, she finally chose to keep her mouth shut. Over time, she became mentally ill and passed away after a few years. Before she died, she told the matriarch what had happened.
Since then, 'Yu Xiang' was reduced from the daughter of the Marquis Family to a bastard child of unknown origin. She was looked down upon everywhere and was often bullied. Because she was unable to walk, she developed a gloomy and inferior personality. After the female lead returned, she witnessed how the female lead was full of limitless glory and how she was proud of her success. The resentment accumulated in the bottom of her heart completely exploded. She embarked on the path of no return to oppose the female lead. In the end, the female lead schemed against her and married her to a mountain wolf. She was abused to death.
The female lead was lucky and scheming. Her personality was also very vicious. In the end, she supported her husband to ascend to the throne and wore a phoenix robe. Even if she sold people, they still had to count the money for her. Even her capable and talented brother and the crown prince were fooled by her. In the end, they suffered a crushing defeat.
How could Yu Xiang, who had been paralyzed since childhood and had never been in contact with the outside world, compete with such a person?
The monk covered his cheek and felt a terrible toothache. He murmured, "Four or five hundred years of cultivation, is it enough for the benefactress to get out of danger? She has been paralyzed since childhood. She should be able to get used to a body that is unable to walk. It's okay, it's definitely okay! Buddha will definitely bless her! "
While he was murmuring, a Young Novice Monk hurriedly ran in and shouted, "Abbot, the lotus plant has fallen into the water. We are afraid of damaging the roots so we don't dare to pick it up. Quickly go and take a look!"
The monk scrambled to the backyard and saw that the upright stem had fallen into the water. Only the tip of the flower bud was above the water. A few leaves also showed signs of withering. It looked very pitiful.
The monk hurriedly jumped into the pond to help it up. He then inserted a bamboo branch into the water and tied it to the thin stem of the lotus. After working for a long time, he finally finished.
The Young Novice Monk looked at the withered lotus and said with a sad face, "Benefactress Yu said that she would come to the temple to stay for a few days every month. If she saw this scene, she would definitely not help our great Buddha reconstruct his golden body! Abbot, what should we do? "
The monk wrung his wet clothes as he said with a pained expression, "Take all my spirit stones and pour them into the pond. With four to five hundred years of cultivation and a pond of spirit stones, this lotus should be able to grow back even if it's broken off from its roots! Quickly go! "
The Young Novice Monk repeatedly agreed and poured all the spiritual stones that the abbot had collected for more than ten years into the pond. After a short while, the jade green pond water slowly became clear and was even suffused with a layer of misty white mist, causing the budding lotus flowers to seem extraordinarily beautiful.