Lingxu, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman

Creak~

The door opened, and the old monk gestured for him to enter.

Li Guanqi nodded slightly and then walked into the courtyard.

The Liuli Temple under the night was exceptionally quiet. Once the gate was closed, everything outside seemed to be isolated.

The old monk led Li Guanqi into the courtyard and handed him three ordinary sandalwood incense sticks.

Li Guanqi lit them and inserted them into the incense burner, his expression peaceful and somewhat devout.

At least he didn't show the arrogance of despising others' beliefs.

Of course, even in the Xuanyin Temple, Li Guanqi had never revealed any contempt for others' beliefs.

It was only because of Xuan Hui's snobbery that he looked down on Xuan Hui.

After offering the incense, Li Guanqi noticed a young novice monk inside the meditation room.

The little face was round and fair, and a pair of slightly round eyes were curiously staring at Li Guanqi.

But the little novice's hand holding the brush didn't stop at all, fearing that the old monk would be angry.

The old monk pointed to the stool and smiled.

"Layman Li, please sit. That little novice is my disciple, an orphan, named Huiming."

Li Guanqi was slightly stunned when he heard this.

He looked at the old monk very seriously and asked.

"Then... Master Jueyuan, do you know Huiyuan?"

A glint flashed in the old monk's eyes, and he looked at Li Guanqi and nodded with a smile.

"Layman, you are indeed destined to be with me."

"I didn't expect you to have met my eldest disciple, Huiyuan."

Jueyuan waved his hand, took out a teacup, and said softly.

"My disciple has not yet been tonsured; this time, I am letting him go out to gain experience."

Pouring a cup of tea for Li Guanqi, the old monk looked up in the direction of Xuanyin Temple.

"His Dao and his righteousness are not as good as Master Dingshan's by three points."

Li Guanqi also nodded silently, and then recounted the scene of his encounter with Huiyuan, as well as the process of his debate with him.

Jueyuan listened more and more attentively.

Even to the point where he simply put down his teacup and listened quietly to Li Guanqi's debate with Huiyuan with his hands in his sleeves.

In the end, the old monk sighed.

"Layman, you possess wisdom roots..."

"You see through everything!"

Li Guanqi shook his head and didn't say anything.

But at this time, Jueyuan poured a cup of tea for Li Guanqi.

The old monk twirled the teacup and isolated the space around them, so that the little novice could not hear their conversation.

However, the little novice now seemed to be still copying Buddhist scriptures, but in fact, his eyes were curiously looking out of the door.

"Who is that person... to actually meet Senior Brother Huiyuan?"

"How strange, why did Master bring him to Liuli Temple?"

Li Guanqi was a little curious as to why the old monk would do this.

The old monk turned his head to look at the meditation room, and said softly with some emotion.

"Do you feel that Jueyuan is very stubborn?"

Li Guanqi nodded heavily, that's what he thought.

From the moment he met Huiyuan, the other party's belief in slaying demons and eliminating evil could be called an obsession.

The old monk sighed, and said softly in a somewhat dazed voice.

"When I was traveling abroad in those years, I passed by a village."

"The bloody smell of this village wafted for more than ten miles, and the entire village was slaughtered by a fox demon."

"Under the collapsed ruins, Huiyuan's parents hugged each other tightly, holding each other firmly with both hands."

"Even though their bodies had been torn apart by the demon, they still didn't let go..."

"That scene... was shocking, and I still can't forget it."

The old monk looked at Li Guanqi and said softly.

"Presumably you have guessed what happened next."

"Huiyuan was in the arms of those parents."

"I took him away."

"But Huiyuan was already eight years old at that time, and those scenes were deeply imprinted in his mind, never forgotten."

"So the current Huiyuan doesn't actively distinguish too much between the good and evil of demons..."

Li Guanqi was also somewhat emotional when he heard this.

Putting himself in his shoes, perhaps he would have done even more extreme things.

If it hadn't been for Grandpa Su Xuan taking care of him for eight whole years.

It was hard to imagine what he would have become if he had entered the world of cultivation without Su Xuan's guidance...

"I see, no wonder the obsession in his heart is so deep."

Li Guanqi was quite emotional.

On the contrary, the old monk looked at Li Guanqi with a smile.

"Layman Li may not know."

"The day before yesterday, Huiyuan told me... that he had closed off one of his five senses, his sight."

Li Guanqi was slightly stunned, recalling the last sentence he said to him, and shook his head with a wry smile.

His words were more like advising others to be kind without knowing their suffering.

But Huiyuan really listened, and even took the initiative to close off his sense of sight.

The old monk took a deep breath and said with a smile.

"You and I are destined, little friend, why not rest here for tonight."

"Tomorrow I can give you a hand."

Li Guanqi nodded silently, and then the old monk took him to Huiyuan's room.

A small bed, and nothing else.

Li Guanqi didn't have any requirements for where he lived.

He took off his shoes, sat cross-legged on the bed, and entered a state of cultivation.

He had experienced too many things today, and he needed to digest them.

However, tonight he didn't focus too much on cultivating his realm.

Instead, he calmed his mind and adjusted his state of mind.

The illusion that 'Xuan Hui' set up had more or less affected him.

Not long after entering the state of cultivation, Li Guanqi noticed that the little novice secretly peeked at him at the door when he returned to his room.

Li Guanqi smiled and then focused on cultivation.

Cock-a-doodle-doo!!

The crowing of a rooster came, and the sound of a broom sweeping came from the courtyard.

Li Guanqi exhaled lightly, opened his eyes, and pushed open the door, seeing the little novice diligently sweeping the temple.

Seeing Li Guanqi, the little novice was a little embarrassed and put his hands together, bowing slightly.

"Layman, good morning."

Li Guanqi nodded with a gentle smile, and returned the greeting with his hands together.

"Good morning to you too."

The little novice was very happy to see Li Guanqi returning the greeting, and said with a smile.

"Layman, would you like to have breakfast?"

"Master is doing his morning prayers; if you are looking for him, you will have to wait a while."

Li Guanqi shook his head and refused, then said.

"Can I go to the meditation room?"

The little novice Huiming nodded, and ran to Li Guanqi with bright eyes, whispering.

"Yes, you can, but the Layman can't interrupt my master."

Li Guanqi squatted down and smiled.

"Definitely."

Li Guanqi's figure flickered and he came to the meditation room, sitting cross-legged on the futon behind the old monk.

The old monk plucked prayer beads with his left hand, tapped the wooden fish with his right hand, and chanted scriptures.

The fragrance of burning sandalwood, accompanied by the old monk's chanting, actually calmed Li Guanqi's vibrating heart.

This kind of peace is different from the tranquility brought by swallowing pills.

Swallowing pills is to forcibly suppress the power in one's body to make oneself peaceful.

But now, the old monk's chanting is like a large hand healing the soul, more natural.

This was also the first time that Li Guanqi had a deep perception of Buddhism.