Chapter 176: Ge Wuchen's Secret

Jiang Luo directly contacted the used car market, and sold the million-dollar car for hundreds of thousands of dollars.

He took this money and went to buy a new cell phone and a new car, and the next day he took Ge Zhu straight to the Da Zhao Temple.

The Da Zhao Monastery doesn't turn away visitors during the New Year's holidays, as many people are in the habit of burning incense and worshipping the Buddha during their annual vacation. Ge Zhu familiarly took Jiang Luo to see Master Cheng De, who was chatting with the abbot about watering the flowers.

One of them is the abbot of Dazhao Temple, and the other one is a respected elder of Dazhao Temple. After seeing Ge Zhu, both of their kind faces showed a look of surprise, and Master Cheng De recited "Amitabha Buddha" and said joyfully, "Ge Zhu, I didn't expect to see you at the New Year's time."

Ge Zhu, who had been in a trance since he entered the Da Zhao Temple, forced a smile at his words, "How has this year been for Master Cheng De and the abbot?"

"It's been a good year," the two old men laughed together, "the snow is a sign of a good year, and this year's luck has been very good."

Jiang Luo listened to them chat for a few moments, and then Master Cheng De looked over at him, "Senior brother, look, this is the Jiang Luo Shi Zhu I told you about."

The aged abbot sniffed and also gleamed over, "Hahahahaha, a good boy."

Jiang Luo humbly said, "I wanted to visit the Da Zhao Monastery before, but I came so late, so I'm sorry."

"Then what is rude or not rude?" The abbot cheerfully, eyes hidden shrewdness, turned back and instructed Cheng De master, "You take Jiang Luo Shi Zhu in our Dazhao Monastery to stroll around, Ge Zhu , you stay with me, the master uncle has not seen you for a long time, you and the master uncle to say a few words."

Ge Zhu's eyes instantly reddened, "Yes."

The Dazhao Temple occupies an entire hilltop, towering and solemn, Jiang Luo and Cheng De masters to see a few temples, casual chat. Mr. Cheng De was very patient and told Jiang Luo everything he asked. Jiang Luo was guided to pay homage to the Buddha and walked to several closed temples where only Buddhist disciples could enter.

Jiang Luo sighs: "Da Zhao Temple atmosphere magnificent, walked this circle, feel the spirit of a lot better, worthy of being the holy place of Buddhism."

Cheng De master laughed, "Da Zhao Temple in the past is not this appearance, this is the experience of years and years of time before a brick by brick to build out. Even now, there is no repair place in the Da Zhao Temple, I will take you to see."

He led Jiang Luo to a ruin and pointed to it, "This place just hasn't been repaired."

The ruins were burned to the point where the houses collapsed, the wooden beams were blackened, and the landscape was devastated. But from some of the remnants, it is easy to see how beautiful the building was before it was burned.

Jiang Luo's heart fluttered, "What is this?"

"This is the once hidden sutra pavilion of the Da Zhao Monastery," Grandmaster Cheng De sighed, "It's not a secret anymore, you'll be able to find out if you ask around a little. Our Buddhist Sect has produced that one inhuman and sinful disciple in a hundred years, the name of Bad Buddha Dustless is one I hear once and get angry. Ge Wuchen rebelled against the Buddha's door, he took a fire and burned the Tibetan scripture pavilion, really really sinful things, his master and uncle three people are still in the Tibetan scripture pavilion it! As a result, he took the lives of three elders with one fire!"

Cheng De Grandmaster said, his chest heaving violently with anger, ''He burned down the Tibetan scripture pavilion, and killed a few of his senior brothers and sisters of the same generation, and after that, he didn't know where he ran off to. He has done sins, and the one who suffered was his younger brother instead! Ge Zhu This child's mind is sensitive and delicate, after this happened, he didn't say anything on his lips but felt guilty in his heart, and it didn't take long for him to leave the Dazhao Monastery with a few younger siblings who followed him and didn't let go."

"If I see that sinful disciple again, I will definitely press him properly to kowtow and apologize at the graves of my senior brothers and sisters." As he said this, Grandmaster Cheng De already choked slightly.

Jiang Luo listened quietly, he had already heard about this matter from Ge Zhu's mouth once, and when he heard it again, he only had one feeling, there was definitely something hidden here.

Master Cheng De wiped the tears from his eyes and asked, "How did Jiang Shi Zhu come to think of my Dazhao Temple?"

Jiang Luo said in a curious tone, "I heard Ge Zhu say a lot of things about the Da Zhao Temple, and I heard that the Da Zhao Temple used to be called the White Heron Temple?"

"Yes," Master Cheng De said, "but that was two hundred years ago."

Cheng De Grandmaster Yu Guang glanced over the tall pine tree on the side, suddenly his eyes flashed and his expression became pained, "Jiang Shi Zhu, people have three urgencies, the old monk will go to the restroom first, you wait here for a moment for me ah."

Without waiting for Jiang Luo to say anything, he covered his stomach and ran away quickly.

Jiang Luo : "...... Masters go slowly."

Master Cheng De was not there, and Jiang Luo was happy to be at home. He walked to the ruins and squatted down, picking up a piece of wood and looking at it. The wood was stained with black ash when he touched it, and the snow that covered it had already turned into water, dripping from the cracks to the ground.

"It's been a few years since the hidden scripture pavilion was burned down until now." Jiang Luo said to himself.

"Five years."

Jiang Luo abruptly got up and turned his head, just to see Ge Wuchen walk out from behind the pine tree.

Ge Wuchen was dressed in simple monk's clothes, he stood in the middle of the snow with his hands folded, and bowed towards Jiang Luo, saying with a smile, "Amitabha Buddha, Jiang Shi Zhu, we meet again."

Jiang Luo patted the dirty dust on his hands and squinted at the bald monk, "I didn't expect to see you here."

Ge Wuchen smiled faintly, his pretty face was like an immortal under the white snow, and his bald head reflected the light. He raised his steps and walked to Jiang Luo's front, "Jiang Shi Zhu, I came here specifically to find you."

"I can see that," Jiang Luo glanced at his bald head, "you came to me because of Ge Zhu?"

Ge Wuchen said languidly, "No, it's for my master."

Jiang Luo didn't hold back and his face twisted for a moment.

Ge Wuchen treated it as if he didn't see it, he coiled the Buddha beads in his hand, his tone sincere, "Jiang Shi Zhu, please make sure you stay with my master."

Jiang Luo commented, almost wanting to roll his eyes, "What if I don't."

Ge Wuchen had a heartfelt look on his face, "I am truly here to set you and my master up, and believe it or not, there is no one in this world who wants you to be together more than I do."

"Genuine?" Jiang Luo deliberately digressed, "Ge Zhu is also your true brother, and you almost beat him to death. Your master and uncle are also your true elders, and I haven't seen you have a soft heart when you set them on fire."

"Amitabha Buddha," Ge Wuchen sighed, "Jiang Shi Zhu, do you realize the place you hold in your master's heart?"

Words popped out of Jiang Luo's teeth, "I don't want to know at all."

Ge Wuchen's eyes were filled with sincerity, "You are very important to the master, I have never seen the master look at another human being so special. He has changed so much because of you, and if it were you, you would be able to stop him, and be able to successfully bolt the master into your hands."

Jiang Luo didn't pick up on his words and turned the conversation around, "It was your idea to drag my friend into the dream, wasn't it."

When he finished speaking, he swung his fist directly at him. Ge Wuchen is a viper, will not freeze to be beaten, and he fought back and forth for a while, the two people know that if they do not use other means who will not be able to withstand who, neatly stopped their hands together.

As the two stood next to the ruins, Ge Wuchen pulled out a cigarette and handed it to Jiang Luo. Jiang Luo thought it was magical enough that he was squatting in a monk's den in the middle of winter, smoking with a monk.

Ge Wuchen shook his cigarette ash on the ruins, "This cache, do you know how many thousands of dollars it cost to build it in the first place?"

Jiang Luo: "Not interested."

"Three thousand," Ge Wuchen only felt that Jiang Luo was like a slippery loach, how to lay a trap does not drill, he endured patience and continued, "Three thousand taels of silver, two hundred years ago three thousand taels. More than a hundred years ago it was expanded once more, and that time it cost more than half a million dollars. Think about it, what is the concept of more than half a million dollars more than a hundred years ago."

Jiang Luo followed by shaking the cigarette ash, raised his eyes to look at the blue sky and white clouds in the sky.

"......" Ge Wuchen took a deep breath, "But the most valuable thing is not the house, is the books inside. The books in the Sutra Pavilion are all things that can't be bought with money, there are countless Buddhist books that have been passed down from ancient times, and any one of them is worth so much that it makes Ge Zhu smack his lips, but I burned the place down with a single fire."

Jiang Luo finally threw him a stingy look, "Why are you burning?"

"Because this fire, my master and my uncle told me to set."

Ge Wuchen, if he had wanted to act, would have been a theater man. His eyes were dark, and he stood his cigarette backhanded before the ruins, as if he were offering incense.

"My master was the previous abbot of the Dazhao Monastery and the adoptive father of Ge Zhu and me. I know why you asked about the White Heron Monastery, because it was from the White Heron Monastery that the Fated Man went out. Before he became the Fated Man, he was just a tiny monk at the White Heron Monastery."

"The Fatalist is an orphan, and no one knows who his parents are. Two hundred years ago, he was picked up from the outside by the abbot, and the Predestined Man's enlightenment was so high that he often stayed in the Sutra Pavilion. The Tibetan scripture cabinet would have so many books, seventy to eighty percent of them are from him."

"But who knows why, one year, he left the White Heron Temple. By the time the White Heron Monastery became the Da Zhao Monastery, he had also become a predestined person on Changbai Mountain, even using a face that hadn't changed in any way from two hundred years ago."

Jiang Luo listens and wonders why Ge Wuchen would say these things to him.

Ge Wuchen finally got to the point, and he grimaced all of a sudden, ''Jiang Shi Zhu, you should also know that the predestined person once made a prophecy that divined the future of the entire metaphysical world. When the prophecy first came out, several big names in the metaphysical world were discussing whether or not they should just kill Chi You. my master was among them, his old man's heart was kind and he didn't want to create murderous sins, so he supported raising Chi You and guiding Chi You towards goodness."

Jiang Luo snorted, thinking that you are guided quite well, dreaming of destroying the world, and in the middle of the night, you still know to jerk off and play rogue.

"But five years ago, Master realized something was wrong. He and my two uncles prepared for five days and divined the future of the metaphysical world in the hidden scripture pavilion for one night," Ge Wuchen said without a ripple in his voice, "When they finished, they realized that the Fated Man had told a big lie. The Fatalist was divining his own prophecy, in which Chi You would later kill him instead of destroying the metaphysical world. He didn't want to kill, so he changed the content of his prophecy to want other people to kill Chi You. In the divination of my master and my uncles, Chi You was tortured to destroy his humanity because of one of his lies, and instead, he would actually destroy the metaphysical world."

Jiang Luo snuffed out his cigarette violently and looked at him sharply.

Ge Wuchen smiled bitterly, ''I know what you are thinking, but what I said is true. After my master and uncle had divined the result, they were so wounded and broken that they could not live for a few more days. That day, before dawn after the divination was over, my Master Shifu took my hand and told me to go find Chi You, do my best to make it up to him, and try my best to persuade Chi You to avoid the final bad result."

"But they were equally afraid that the Buddha Sect's defection to Chi You would draw the wrath of the Fated Ones, and that the Fated Ones would bring about the killing of the Fated Ones if they knew that they had spied on the true future. So in order to prevent the Fated One from realizing that something was wrong, they asked me to burn down the Tibetan scripture pavilion with a single fire, and in the process kill the three of them who knew the truth in a single fire. Let the world think that I have rebelled against the Buddhist Sect, so that even if I go to help Chi You, I won't implicate the Buddhist Sect in being remembered by the predestined people, and even less will the predestined people find out the end of the deaths of my master and uncle."

The monk with the face of a good woman looked at the upside-down cigarette and reflected the cigarette fire in his eyes. The firelight swayed as if it had become the extinguishing fire of that day.

He seemed to be a bit too deep into the scene, even remembering the memories of that day.

His Master, Master Chengwen, who was also his foster father, held Ge Wuchen's hand tightly in his aged hand, which was dry and warm, calloused and wrinkled. The Master used a great deal of strength, so much so that his fingers trembled and the veins on the back of his hand stretched.

"Ge Wuchen," Master Cheng Wen scolded him with tears in his eyes and a stern voice, "you burn this place with one fire, and when you have done so, run out of here and don't look back!"

Ge Wuchen at first was wrapped in fear and panic, he was like a lone boat in the waves, his whole body was cold, shivering, "Master ......"

The two senior uncles behind him had already been blinded in one eye due to divination, and his always rough-tempered second uncle clutched his other hand, "It's not enough, this isn't enough! Every single person here can't be left behind, you have to kill them in front of the others, kill them for the others to see, kill them for the predestined ones to see, know it or not?!"

"Senior Uncle, I'm afraid ......"

There were three other senior brothers in the cache who had come with him to deliver the fasting food.

They were about the same age as Ge Zhu, several years younger than Ge Wuchen, and the youngest one was just thirteen. They wiped their tears after hearing this, handed their daggers into Ge Wuchen's hands, turned their heads, and ran out the door, "Elder brother, you do it! Let's run where there are people!"

The fire rolled and flared. One of Ge Wuchen's fires burned down, and he still hadn't listened to his master and turned back at the last minute.

At that glance, he saw the three Masters and Uncles who were watching him firmly amidst the flames, a sight Ge Wuchen would never forget.

"My three senior brothers were going to run in front of the others in the Da Zhao Monastery, so that the others could see with their own eyes that I had killed the Da Zhao Monastery's people and defected from the Buddha's sect," Ge Wuchen laughed instead, "These three senior brothers of mine, in fact, inadvertently ran in front of Ge Zhu and the others."

Ge Wuchen When he killed a man in front of his brother, the youngest senior planted himself in his ear and said, "Senior, I'm sorry ......"

They sounded relieved and guilty as they were killed by Ge Wuchen.

I'm sorry for making you do this.

I'm sorry Ge Zhu saw it.

......

I'm sorry, Elder Brother. You'll have to go on alone from now on.

Ge Wuchen pushed those memories down and said dryly, "Do you know why Shifu told me to burn the cache?"

Jiang Luo looked at him with complexity, "Why."

Ge Wuchen smiled with a grim look in his eyes, "Because that method by which the Predestined became gods came from a certain book in the Tibetan Book of the Dead."