big master, big liar

Just when Song Xuan and Ji Yunxi were about to leave Wangchuan City, a major event suddenly happened in the Northland.

The master of Wuyun Temple is about to ascend again.

Half of Wangchuan City was boiling, and even Bai Xiaotao came to ask Song Xuan if he wanted to slow down his schedule and leave in two days to witness the ascension of the eminent monk.

Song Xuan hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded and decided to stay.

Although Ji Yunxi was not very happy, he finally realized in the past few days that Bai Xiaotao was equally attentive to all good-looking people.

Even when a beautiful girl came, she would stick to them to be intimate with them, and even give them handkerchiefs and hairpins, one sister and one sister, her eyes almost grew on her face.

In comparison, she was quite reserved towards Song Xuan, at least she didn't send a token of love.

Song Xuan stayed in Wangchuan City for another seven days, and finally came the day when Master Wuyun Temple ascended.

That day, the alleys were empty, and people from all over the world crowded into the Wuyun Temple, shoulder to shoulder like visiting a temple fair, and it was very lively.

When Song Xuan arrived at the gate of Wuyun Temple, he heard that because there were too many pilgrims who came to see Feisheng, there was no seat, so he invited "fate people" to go in and watch with the amount of sesame oil donated.

This time even Ji Yunxi noticed it, and smiled contemptuously: "If you have money, welcome everyone, if you don't have money, go away, it seems that becoming a Buddha is not exempt."

It was also Song Xuan's luck that Bai Xiaotao invited the two of them in when he saw them outside the temple gate.

This is enough to show that Bai Xiaotao is rich and powerful. Under such circumstances, she was able to book a wing room in the temple and stand at the front of the crowd openly.

Song Xuan asked: "How much money did the girl spend on this wing room?"

Bai Xiaotao counted with her hands, which made Song Xuan shake his head.

The place of ascension is in the courtyard of this temple.

In the center of the courtyard was a nine-story earth platform, on which sat a monk, wearing a white cassock, with his eyes tightly closed, deaf to the noise around him.

The rest of the monks sat around the platform, sitting on futons.

Suddenly, nine bells rang in the distance, and everyone at the scene fell silent, and the monks began to recite scriptures.

The scriptures were just murmurs at first, but the voices gradually mixed together and became clear, as if a spell from a distant time and space, with indescribable power.

Sandalwood, bells, scriptures, Buddha statues, and devout believers on the ground.

Everyone looked at this scene in fear, and someone had already recited the scriptures. The whole courtyard seemed to be filled with this power, making people believe and follow unconsciously.

Song Xuan looked at Bai Xiaotao beside him, and saw that she had also lowered her head, as if she was whispering to her.

When he turned his head to look at Ji Yunxi, he found that he was not affected at all, and was staring at the group of monks coldly.

Seeing him looking over, Ji Yunxi smiled and talked to him silently.

Ji Yunxi said: If you don't believe it, I won't believe it.

Song Xuan hooked the corners of his lips, and held Ji Yunxi's hand.

It seems that there are only two monks and believers in this place, like two spectators, watching this magical scene with cold eyes.

After reciting this scripture for a full hour, everyone was lively from the beginning, then became infected, and then became devout. Finally, after everyone seemed to be immersed in the atmosphere, a change occurred.

On the high platform, a flame soaring to the sky suddenly burned.

Someone let out a cry of surprise, which was quickly drowned out by the sound of chanting scriptures.

The flame started from nowhere, and it burned fiercely until it was extinguished, and the figure of the monk was no longer on the high platform.

At this time, someone suddenly heard saying: "The master has gone to the Western Paradise."

Immediately afterwards, someone shouted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha——"

Everyone present also shouted: "Amitabha——"

Song Xuan didn't speak.

Neither did Ji Yunxi.

On the way back, Song Xuan frowned tightly.

Ji Yunxi asked: "Song Xuan, what are you thinking?"

Song Xuan didn't speak.

Ji Yunxi said: "Are you thinking, how did the fire start, did the person burn to death? Or was it like in your case before, did they send a corpse up?"

Only then did Song Xuan look at him, and pursed his lips: "People are people, and they won't become anything else."

"I think it's a hoax."

He deceived the people of the entire Wangchuan City, the merchants traveling from south to north, and all Buddhist believers.

"Then what are you going to do?" Ji Yunxi asked.

"I want to find out." Song Xuan made up his mind at this moment.

What he was originally worried about was that he shouldn't have been involved in these things since he brought Ji Yunxi with him.After all, once Ji Yunxi's identity is exposed, he will be killed.

From this point of view, the less trouble Song Xuan provokes, the better.

But the moment Ji Yunxi asked him, he suddenly felt that Ji Yunxi would not stop him.

"Okay," Ji Yunxi said with a smile as he did not stop him. "I'll accompany you."

Song Xuan asked him: "Do you really not believe it?"

"I do not believe,"

Ji Yunxi laughed.

He said: "When I was suffering, no bodhisattva appeared, and when I was helpless, no god rescued me."

"I'm an unlucky disabled person. I survived all the way not by doing good deeds and accumulating virtue, but by meeting gods and killing gods, meeting Buddhas and killing Buddhas. Even if there is something in the nine heavens overlooking all living beings, it has nothing to do with me."

Hearing this, Song Xuan couldn't help putting his hands on his shoulders, wanting to say something comforting, but found that all words seemed too powerless in front of Ji Yunxi.

Ji Yunxi seemed to be aware of his intentions, and only said: "Song Xuan, you are someone who can see the future. I don't know if I will die a miserable death in the future. If I am chopped into minced meat and turned into fly ash in the future, then that's okay." It has nothing to do with gods and Buddhas, it is my own fault."

"I was born as dust, and I will return to dust in the end. This is only right and proper."

When saying this, Ji Yunxi was smiling all the time.

It was the kind of smile that was as cold as the snow in the Tianshan Mountains and the floating ice in the Winter Lake.

There was no trace of resentment or malice in his eyes, only the age-old coldness, Song Xuan couldn't help holding his hand.

Song Xuan held him tightly, as if the next moment this person would disappear before his eyes as he said.

"No," Song Xuan said. "You will live a long life."

This is the most common lie Song Xuan told.

This time it was the most truthful moment he said.

He said: "Ji Yunxi, I am a person who understands the secrets of heaven and can be regarded as destiny. I know that you will live a long life."

In Ji Yunxi's eyes, he overlapped with that person back then.

He trembled, and finally asked: "Song Xuan, you... can you really know the number of days?"

Song Xuan smiled and said, "Yes, I was born with the ability to know the fate of others."

"So...Ji Yunxi, trust me."

Ji Yunxi did not hear this sentence.

His slightly lifted heart finally returned to a dead silence.

Born to know the fate of others...

He clearly remembered what the man had said to him.

"No one can know the future of others, neither can I, nor can those doctors."

Yes, that person is dead.

How could he be the same person as Song Xuan, who was born to pinch and count.