The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

Later, he learned to ignore, not listen, not respond, and not speak, curling up in the golden bell to sleep every day.

Even so, the sound of the monk chanting never stopped. He was so annoyed that he wanted to rush out of the pagoda and strangle the monk to death several times, but was blocked by the barrier cast by Jin Ling.

You Mu couldn't remember how long this irritating day lasted.

Until one day, the annoying chanting sound suddenly disappeared. You Mu poked his head out of the golden bell. There was no one around. In the distance, there seemed to be crying. In the evening, a young monk came to the tower and sent a bead into his soul.

A golden light flashed, and a lot of the resentment in You Mu's soul dissipated.

Suddenly, his mind became clear. Before You Mu could figure out the reason, he heard the young monk say, "The master is dead. From now on, I will continue to lecture on the sutras and the way of the Tao for the donor."

You Mu hated the scriptures, his face suddenly turned green, and he retracted his golden bell into sleep.

The new monk was different from the old monk. In addition to chanting scriptures, he could also play the piano. In his spare time, the old monk even taught You Mu how to play many musical instruments.

Perhaps it was because he stayed in the Xiaguang Tower for too long, or perhaps it was the strange bead that temporarily suppressed the hatred in his heart. You Mu's mood became much calmer, and he would occasionally say a word or two to the new monk.

The dull and repetitive days always pass by in a flash for Youmu, but for mortals with limited life, they are a lifetime.

At some point, the new monk also grew old, just like the old monk, with a withered air. He walked with a staggering gait and brought him a new disciple, who would become the next new monk to guard him.

...Or rather, it can be considered as companionship.

At the beginning, the monk could still chant scriptures and play the piano in front of You Mu with his young disciple. Later, the second monk disappeared, just like the original old monk, completely disappeared from You Mu's sight.

The only one left was the young third monk. You Mu's soul merged into the second bead.

In front of the open door of the pagoda, on the brown mat illuminated by the sunlight, the elderly figure was missing. Only a teenage boy was left, beating the wooden fish and calling for donors in a clear voice.

The third monk, Liaokong, was a playful man. Perhaps because he was still too young, his chattering was extremely annoying. He would share with You Mu the storybook he had read from his senior brother, and would tell him the poems he had learned a few days ago.

Although most of the time, You Mu was annoyed and didn't want to pay attention.

After Liaokong grew up, he acted much more calmly but his temperament was still lively. The other party was different from the previous two. He was very talented. He would use the newly learned water mirror technique to show him the myriad landscapes of the world without the knowledge of other abbots. He would call himself his friend and tell him without hesitation about the various consequences of his enemies who had trapped themselves in a cocoon...

The cushions in front of the pagoda were changed one after another. You Mu watched Kong grow from a young boy to old...his beard turned white.

In the 280th year of the existence of the Xiaguang Tower, You Mu welcomed his fourth custodian and also obtained the third bead from Le Kong's disciple Le Chen.

The beads were extremely transparent, emitting a faint golden light and felt warm to the touch. You Mu suddenly felt a little tired of these monks leaving without saying goodbye.

Liaochen is a taciturn man. Although small in stature, he is unusually quiet. The intervals and volume of the wooden fish struck by him are consistent.

The other party was silent most of the time, as if he knew that he didn't like listening to those scriptures. He struck the wooden fish the most and spent the longest time with him throughout the day.

You Mule was so free that he fell asleep every day to the sound of the wooden fish.

Liaochen died, lying on a mat in front of the pagoda. The other person was still very young and had wisdom, but he died. The heart lesion was congenital and incurable.

This was the first time You Mu said goodbye to the monk. It was also at this time that You Mu learned what those beads were from the mat after the cremation of Lechen.

The relics contain the merits and virtues of a monk's life.

Then came the fifth, sixth, and seventh. They all had different personalities, but without exception, like monks of past generations, they inherited the seat of prayer mat in front of the door and guarded You Mu through countless springs, summers, autumns, and winters.

The golden bells rang on an unexpected spring day.

You Mu followed the same action he had done countless times before, trying to pull the golden bell down from the beam. The bell, which was unusually strong in the past, was too crisp, and with a "click", it fell from a height, bringing with it an echo.

Le Shan, who was preaching the sutra, was stunned for a moment, then closed the sutra, stood up with his old bones, and put his hands together towards You Mu.

'Donor, it's time for you to go.'

When walking out of Xiaguang Temple, You Mu stared at the dazzling sunlight, which seemed unreal. Even the child sweeping fallen leaves under the tree seemed to him an illusion.

"Donor, please make way." Perhaps because You Mu had been standing there for too long, the little boy raised his broom, looked up carefully, and swept the fallen leaves at You Mu's feet.

"Donor, this relic belongs to Master Liaoshan, and he asked me to leave it for you." The old abbot came back, holding up his Zen stick, and handed a glowing relic to You Mu.

You Mu looked in the direction of the voice and saw the face of the little boy who had swept the fallen leaves overlap with the old monk.

"It's been a long time since we last met. Time flies and you've grown old." The little boy he once was had turned into an old man half buried in the ground during the hundred years since he left the Xiaguang Tower to seek revenge.

Time is indeed unforgiving.

"Yes, I am old now. I can rest assured that I can pass away peacefully as long as I can guard Fangku Temple and wait for the donor to come back." The abbot smiled calmly, and also lamented the passage of time and the vicissitudes of life.

You Mu took the relic, stood up and approached the monks' cenotaphs again, passing by the tombstones one by one. As he walked, he returned to the tombstone on the far left.

"I can't forgive you."

The old monk could not get over the fact that he was locked up in the pagoda just when his revenge was so close.

In five hundred years, he missed too many enemies. Some of them died, some hid. It took him a long time to pick up the seeds of resentment from the vast sea of ​​people.

"But it is undeniable that your decision may be right." At least, he did remain rational and was not consumed by hatred and turned into a complete monster.

The poured wine gradually merged into the soil. You Mu took the incense from Yi Ming's hand, crossed the old monk's tombstone, and inserted it into the several graves behind it one by one.

"Liaowu, your piano playing is very good. Unfortunately, that Sanskrit piece is not suitable for me. I prefer killing to praying for the afterlife."

"Liaokong, you are not a qualified friend. At least, you are not qualified in my eyes."

"Liaochen, although you are not good at speaking, you are better than them all. At least, you know how to say goodbye."

"..."

You Mu held the relic beads in his hand and said goodbye to the monks under the pine tree one by one. He did not follow etiquette and chose to avoid the incense burner in front of the tombstone, and inserted the thin incense sticks on the top of the monks' earthen graves one by one.

It looked a little funny as the lit cigarette drifted into the pine leaves along with the air.

All that was left was the top of the old monk's grave, which was at the front of the row, empty.

"Forget it. I'll give this to you as alms because you look so pitiful."

Finally, You Mu stepped on the old monk's tombstone and inserted the last one in his hand crookedly into the other's grave. The delicate fragrance spread, but the smoke from the burning thread spread straight up...

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Amu died early and was sealed in the Soul-Calming Tower, where he was in a daze and no one taught him what was right and what was wrong. In a sense, the monks who took the baton taught Youmu a lot of things by guarding him year after year. Although Youmu could not approve of the old monk's behavior of detaining him, in general, these monks were both teachers and friends to him.

Now let's talk about the relic beads. These monks intervened in Youmu's cause, so they have to bear the consequences of Zhengyang Sect. The once prosperous Dafa Buddhist Temple gradually declined. The monks' relics from generation to generation were contributed to Youmu, not only to help him stay awake and avoid falling into the evil path, but also the price they paid for their unauthorized intervention in cause and effect.

The monks in the Dafa Buddhist Temple had hoped to achieve Nirvana and become saints, but because of the old monk's decision, they lost the chance to achieve enlightenment.

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