“Hiss——”

The abbot's words about becoming a Buddha shocked Jiang Cheng. The change in style was too sudden. Furthermore, what was the concept of becoming a Buddha? Although Jiang Cheng couldn't explain it clearly, he was sure that it was not something that the monk Huicong, who had violated all five precepts in the abbot's words, deserved.

Listening to the increasingly rapid breathing in the darkness, the abbot's state of mind must also be full of turmoil. "At that moment, my mind went blank. I didn't know why he would say such a thing. I asked the accompanying disciples to go up and grab him, but Huicong easily avoided all the attacks, then showed me a bleak smile, and then he ran away."

The more Jiang Cheng listened, the more he felt something was wrong. He lowered his voice and asked, "Master, you didn't deliberately let Master Huicong go, did you?"

First of all, from the abbot's title, Jiang Cheng could clearly feel the abbot's preference for Huicong. Moreover, Huicong had killed people at that time, many people, even infants. Once Huicong was captured on the spot, the remaining villagers would not let him go. There was no room for discussion.

"Don't be suspicious, benefactor. This poor monk and his disciples really didn't catch Huicong."

Hearing a hint of stubbornness in the abbot's voice, Jiang Cheng didn't speak again. He was waiting for the abbot to continue.

Now that Monk Huicong was already in the temple, and had become so crazy, there must be an unknown story behind it.

"After returning to the temple, I repented before the Buddha. After all, I watched this disciple of mine grow up. Now that he has committed such a heinous crime, I, as his master, cannot escape the blame. But just as I was about to grind the ink and prepare to write my last words, suddenly, Huicong's voice came from behind me. He said, 'Master, disciple is back.'"

"I was dumbfounded at the time. First, I was ashamed and indignant, and secondly, I was shocked, because I had planned all this on the way back. I was worried that something would happen in the temple after my death, so I arranged for all the martial monks guarding the courtyard to go out, and arranged for guards inside and outside the temple, and in all the important places. But even so, Huicong sneaked in without anyone noticing."

"He was weak since he was a child, so he couldn't practice any kung fu. I knew that."

"But at that time, I was overwhelmed with anger, and I couldn't care about so much. I was trembling with anger, and ordered Huicong to kneel down and explain his crimes one by one."

"But Huicong cried and put his hands together, and actually...actually told me that it wasn't that he didn't want to kneel, but that he couldn't kneel, because he was about to become a Buddha, and he was worried that if he knelt, I... I, as his master, couldn't bear it!"

"The sound of the argument in the Buddhist hall quickly attracted the monks on duty nearby. Seeing this, Huicong cried and retreated, and finally told me that he was not going anywhere, but would stay in the temple, but not to look for him, saying that I couldn't find him even if I looked, and that he would come to me himself."

"He also left a letter, telling me not to open it immediately, no matter what happened, no matter how angry I was, to wait until dawn to open it, and that everything would be clear after dawn."

"After he left, the monks on duty quickly arrived. I immediately asked the monks to chase in the direction Huicong left, but after a long time of tossing, the monks searched the entire temple, but couldn't find Huicong."

"The monks guarding the temple gate and the courtyard wall also didn't see Huicong's shadow. I was the only one in the entire temple who saw him."

"I could see that those disciples were all suspicious, suspecting that I, the abbot, was so angry that I was hallucinating, and that the Huicong I saw was just a figment of my imagination. They just didn't dare to say it."

"But even if a person can be imagined, what about the letter? The letter couldn't have been imagined!" "I wanted to open the letter countless times to see what was going on, but I finally restrained myself. After such a thing happened, I certainly couldn't sleep that night. I called several of my fellow disciples in the temple to discuss it together."

"There was something strange about Huicong. First of all, those stone women, those women had experienced a lot, but none of them had conceived. Why... why did they become pregnant as soon as Huicong appeared?"

"And Huicong's whereabouts, why could he avoid the monks in the temple every time they went down the mountain to look for him? It was as if he could predict it in advance."

"Finally, there were the people he killed. According to the surviving villagers, Huicong had no grievances with those people, and some of them were even meeting for the first time. There was no warning before Huicong committed the crime, and he was incredibly strong at the time. Several burly men rushed up to try to subdue him, but he knocked them all to the ground. But strangely, Huicong, who was already bloodthirsty at the time, didn't harm them too much. Huicong just glanced at them coldly, muttering... muttering..."

Jiang Cheng's curiosity was completely aroused, and he urged, "What was he muttering?"

"Not him, he has no great sin, but can live..."

The abbot's words, spoken in an extremely cold tone, instantly made the hairs on Jiang Cheng's back stand on end.

"After discussing it all night, our eldest brother never spoke. We asked him, but he didn't say anything. His performance was very strange, as if he was a little scared, but more than that, he was uncontrollably excited. The senior brother was a steady person. We had known each other for decades, and it was the first time I had seen him so失态."

"Until the sky just showed a little white, the senior brother suddenly moved. He snatched the letter placed on the table, opened it immediately, and then large drops of tears flowed from his eyes. He was so excited that he couldn't control himself, as if a certain guess in his heart had come true."

"What... what was written in the letter?" Jiang Cheng lowered his voice and asked cautiously. There was something strange about this matter.

"There were no words on it. It wasn't a letter, it was a painting." The abbot took a deep breath. "The painting showed seven old monks, wearing kasayas and sitting around a low table. The background... was the Buddhist hall I was in at the time."

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then an uncontrollable chill instantly swept through his body. The crazy face of Monk Huicong immediately appeared in his mind, as well as the paper figures he asked himself to choose every day.

The person represented by the selected paper figure was going to die, and also, Huicong had also predicted that two people who came with him and Fatty had sneaked into the group.

This could no longer be explained by simple means. It was simply a divine power!

"Not only that, but the positions of the seven of us in the painting were also marked completely accurately, and even the senior brother's action of opening the letter was drawn."

After a long while, Jiang Cheng came back to his senses, and asked very cautiously, "What did the senior brother say?"

"The senior brother said, 'Recognizing faces and observing the past, judging one's own difficulties and judging the afterlife, isn't this the Buddha's divine power?'"