Mirroring the changes

Li Chen gently put down the teacup, his eyes gradually deepening.

The devil's kindness confuses people's hearts.

I think this little monk Ying Mo is the one who was bewitched.

After learning that he was going to enter the Cave of Ten Thousand Buddhas, the devil could no longer hold himself back.

In this case, it’s better to use the trick...

He smiled and looked at the scripture in front of him again.

Another hour passed, and the door of the Zen room was opened again.

The person who opened the door was the monk Yingmo who had just delivered water.

He glanced at Li Chen, who was reading the scriptures, and then at the tea next to him, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly: "Master Li Chen, is this tea still to your taste?"

Li Chen raised his head and when he saw it was Monk Ying Mo, he couldn't help but smile and said: "It tastes good, it tastes good."

After speaking, he picked up the tea in front of him and drank it all in one gulp in front of Monk Yingmo.

"Ha~ It's really good tea."

When monk Ying Mo saw this, the smile on his face became even stronger: "It's fine if Master likes it."

After that, he added new tea to the water glass.

Li Chen glanced at Ying Mo and saw that Ying Mo's expression was as usual. He couldn't help but sneer in his heart, so he suddenly said: "The tea brewed by young master Ying Mo seems to have a slightly different taste than the tea brewed by young master Ying Ze."

As soon as these words came out, Monk Ying Mo's face turned even whiter, but he still pretended to be calm and said: "Master really has good taste."

"The monk used mountain spring water."

When Li Chen heard this, he patted his thigh and suddenly realized, "No wonder!"

"The young monk is still wondering why this tea is so sweet~"

"It turns out to be mountain spring water!"

Ying Mo nodded and smiled, and after being polite, he walked out of the room.

He couldn't help wiping his sweat and thought to himself: Fortunately, I reacted quickly~

…

The Zen room in the backyard of Landa Temple.

Li Sao woke up as usual and just yawned when someone knocked on the door.

When he opened the door, he saw that it was Ying Zhun, the young novice who delivered the medicine. He glanced behind him and frowned: "Huh? Young master, why didn't my senior brother come today?"

The young novice shook his head: "Young monk doesn't know. Master Lichen didn't go to get the medicine today, so it would be the same if the young monk just sent it over."

"Master Li Sao, you'd better drink it while it's hot. If it's any later, I'm afraid it will be too late."

Although Li Sao was doubtful, she still nodded, hugged the big bowl, and drank.

"Ha~"

"It's so bitter!"

Lisao stuck out her tongue and searched the room for water.

Monk Ying Zhun smiled and said: "Master, good medicine tastes bitter. Even the Great Ci'en Temple praised the medical skills of my great uncle, Master Vacuum Master."

"After you drink this medicine, you will be back to normal in a few days."

Li Sao laughed loudly when she heard this: "According to your good advice, young monk, I have to drink no matter how hard it is~"

The young novice Ying Zhun smiled, took the empty bowl, and retreated outside the house.

After thanking Li Sao repeatedly, she sent the young novice outside the house, closed the door, and muttered, "Senior Brother, does he have anything else to do?"

I don’t know whether this was intentional or not, but it happened to be heard by young monk Ying Zhun.

He scratched his bald head and walked towards the meditation room.

Unexpectedly, a monk walked towards him. Ying Zhun looked up and quickly saluted and said hello: "Good morning, senior brother Ying Mo."

Monk Ying Mo smiled slightly on his pale face, then pointed at Li Sao's bowl and asked, "Hey, junior brother, I remember it was Master Li Chen who used to deliver medicine?"

Young monk Ying Zhun nodded: "Master Lichen may have something to do today and didn't go to get the medicine. I was afraid that I would be punished by my uncle if I missed the time, so I simply sent it to Master Lisao directly."

"That's it." Monk Ying Mo's mouth raised slightly.

The two passed each other and walked in their respective directions.

On the other side, the monks were waiting for Lichen to have a meal, but there was no sign of him.

Li Chen is the guru, and he is the first priority in everything. He will not start eating until he is in the presence of the monks.

"Hey, why hasn't Master Lichen come yet?" Young monk Ying Hui raised his head and glanced at the sky, frowning slightly.

"Maybe I'm sleeping in~" Agua licked his candied haws.

It has been three days, and not a single hawthorn is missing, but the surface has been licked bare by him.

Lisao shook her head: "That's impossible."

"My senior brother has always been strict with himself and has never slept in. Is there something that keeps him busy?"

"How about we eat first?"

Master Xinguang patted his head: "Is it important?"

"Didn't you hear that there's something important?"

His big head was all covered with light.

Monk Yehui was stunned when he heard this: "There won't be any accidents."

"Hahaha."

As soon as these words came out, young monk Ying Hui immediately laughed.

"Don't worry, Guangming Buddha. In my Landa Temple, I guarantee that nothing will happen to my master!"

After speaking, he turned to the little novice monk aside and said, "Yingji, run fast and go to the guru's room to have a look~"

In the crowd, a thin and small novice monk jumped out of the crowd, put his hands together and saluted: "Yes, senior brother."

After saying that, he turned around and left the meditation hall. He stepped lightly and stepped out quickly. As expected, he was extremely light.

None of the monks noticed that one person in the crowd raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

After about a cup of tea, suddenly a panicked cry came from a distance.

"It's not good~"

"It's not good!"

Bang~

The door of the Zen room suddenly slammed open from the outside.

Ying Ji was panting and his face was pale.

The meditation hall fell silent instantly.

Monk Xinguang frowned and said sternly: "Speak slowly, what's wrong?"

Ying Ji was suddenly stared at by hundreds of pairs of eyes, and he stammered: "Guru...Guru...he he he..."

"He... He passed away!"

"What!!!"

Landuo Temple was in chaos.

Master of Xinzong, Master Lihuang, Buddha of Killing, Buddha of Duxiu... and a series of other names.

Today, he fell in Lantu Temple.

There were no wounds, no pain, no signs of poisoning...

The cause of death is unknown.

Counting the glory of Lichen in just eighteen years:

Became a Buddha of Killing, led the Killing Temple to break the closure of the temple for two hundred years, and ranked first on the "Golden Scale List".

Repelled the attacks of the monsters several times, trapped the remaining monsters in the Killing Forest, and could not leave even a step.

He suddenly realized the "Five-Character Sutra", which shocked the world, and the Zhou Emperor personally conferred the title of "Master Lihuang".

At the Shangyang City Competition Conference, he led the Killing Temple to emerge as a dark horse and became the leader of the hundreds of sects in southern Xinjiang.

At the auspicious Dharma Assembly of the Great Leiyin Temple, he argued with the monks, turned the tide, took a half step, and established the Xinzong!

Became the first master of Buddhism in 600 years!

He was called the hope of Buddhism, the reincarnation of Buddha, the leader of the new generation...

It's a pity that he was envied by the gods.

The rising sun of Buddhism collapsed midway.

Master Lisao, the junior brother of Master Lichen, who came out of the same temple, was so grief-stricken that his old injury recurred and he fainted in the meditation hall.

Master Yehui, a Buddhist disciple of Daguangming Temple, who regarded Master Lichen as a fellow confidant, was sad that "fate played tricks on him" and vomited three liters of blood.

Monk Xinguang, who regarded Master Lichen as a guiding light and called himself a "believer of the heart sect", burst into tears and looked crazy!

Even his disciple, Agua, was holding the string of bare candied haws, looking ashen.

Monk Yinghui ran for help, and the whole temple of Nalanda was in grief!

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