Chapter 116: Candy, Mercy

The winner was the abbot of Qizong Temple. He grinned, happy and proud from the bottom of his heart.

The other two abbots were glaring and felt very unhappy.

Soon.

The door was pushed open.

The abbot of Qizong Temple walked out with a baby in his arms.

"The face of a saint!"

"It is indeed the face of a saint!"

The people who had been gathered in South Street for a long time and were reluctant to leave finally saw the face of the saint and immediately knelt down devoutly.

They wanted to get some of the saint's joy.

Li Changxiao saw it.

The face of a saint in these people's mouths was nothing but a congenital disability.

Li Changxiao sighed and suddenly thought of Liu Qingxi. What would this man who had longed for the Buddhist City feel at this moment?

Liu Qingxi squeezed into the crowd, leaned forward, and with the advantage of his tall stature, he fought his way out of the crowd of fanatical believers and finally saw the so-called future "saint" up close.

Then, his eyes were dull, and he shook his head unwillingly, forcing himself to look again, trying to see if this "saint" had qualities that ordinary people did not have.

Soon, he was desperate. This saint who was admired by thousands of people was just a baby with congenital disabilities.

"Candy..."

"You..."

"Eat candy."

Just then, a voice sounded in Li Changxiao's ears, and then his sleeve was pulled.

He looked in the direction of the voice.

It was a woman.

She was not old, about the age of twenty, although her clothes were dirty and her hair was messy, but she did not look ugly.

After the abbot of Qizong Temple took away the "saint", the monks in the same temple with him also wanted to take away the foolish woman who gave birth to the saint.

The woman was confused and did not know what had happened.

It was just that when she passed by Li Changxiao, she caught a glimpse of his strange dress, and the black and white mask on his face was particularly eye-catching, which was something new that she had never seen before.

Maybe it was the mentality that was stuck in childhood, or maybe it was because she felt close to him, because he was the only one who had never bullied her.

She stopped, took out a piece of candy that was about to melt from her pocket, and handed it over.

"Eat candy..." The foolish woman arched her hands, blinked her eyes, and looked at the mask curiously.

Li Changxiao was stunned and reached out to take the candy.

Just then.

The monk next to her frowned and impatiently dragged it away.

The candy fell to the ground with a clatter, and someone stepped on it hard.

"Candy... wuwuwu... candy." The foolish woman cried loudly when she saw her beloved candy being ruined like this.

The monk who was dragging her felt noisy and scolded her impatiently.

She was so scared that she dared not speak, but she still couldn't forget the candy, and looked back every three steps.

Li Changxiao squatted down, picked up the candy that was stepped on, and smiled at the foolish woman.

The foolish woman also laughed twice, and then she didn't look back, and followed the monks of Qizong Temple to the temple.

Although she didn't know why she went to the temple.

...

Li Changxiao gently patted the dirt on the candy and asked the fourth monk, "What will happen to her?"

The fourth monk said: "The saint has no relatives. Although it was born by that woman, it is not her son."

The fourth monk lowered his head, "I don't know what will happen to her."

Li Changxiao looked at the candy in his hand, his eyes flickered.

"Alas..." Li Changxiao sighed, "You just don't want to say it."

Although I don't want to worry too much.

But today, Li Changxiao is really worried.

At the same time, I feel fortunate.

I have lived half my life.

I can still feel pity.

"I will ask what kind of Buddha they believe in and what kind of Dharma they practice." Li Changxiao said in a low voice, stuffing the candy into his pocket.

…

The crowd dispersed.

Liu Qingxi knelt on the ground.

Lost his soul.

Li Changxiao patted his shoulder and told him not to be sad. The world is so big that there are all kinds of things. Come and see, as long as you have no regrets.

Liu Qingxi was unmoved and returned to Kongwo Temple like a walking corpse.

Zhang Daoke, on the other hand, always grinned.

Li Changxiao asked him to do a task.

He gave him a few taels of silver and asked him to stay at Qizong Temple for a few nights. While helping to explore Qizong Temple, he should also pay attention to the foolish woman.

Zhang Daoke agreed. He knew what Li Changxiao was thinking and said, "Mr. Su, I know you have compassion in your heart. This is a good thing. I like this about you. You are different from the people I have met..."

"Uh, by the way, this is not flattery."

"But, can you really save this foolish woman?"

"Save in every sense."

Zhang Daoke's eyes were deep. He is usually careless, but he sees things more thoroughly than Liu Qingxi, who likes Buddhism.

Li Changxiao sighed and looked up at the sky. It was getting dark at this moment. Another day had passed.

He said, "If it's just saving, it's easy."

He didn't say the rest.

It's easy to save from the Seven Sects Temple. He can even kill her with a sword.

However, what will happen next.

Even if the foolish woman's headache is cured, can she live a better life? I'm afraid it will be more painful than now?

It seems that whether he saves her or not, the foolish woman's ending will not be good.

In this case, why bother to save her?

Because of pity.

Just pity.

He has one more worry, a worry that he doesn't know where it comes from, and it seems to be self-inflicted.

But then again, he was more afraid that one day in the future, even this compassion would be lost.

"Don't seek perfection in everything. It's best to have no guilt in your heart. You don't have to feel guilty when you think about it in the future." Li Changxiao said.

...

Qi Zong Temple.

Today, the temple finally added a saint. The abbot laughed all the way.

"Hehe, the saint is in my Qi Zong Temple, and we are waiting for another incense!"

"Good."

The abbot did not hide his smile.

He turned his head to look at a monk and sternly asked: "You must keep an eye on this future saint, don't let me raise him to death!"

"Also, he only needs to be able to open his mouth to recite scriptures and knock on the wooden fish. There is no need to teach him other things. What's the point of learning those messy things."

"Yes... yes." The monk nodded repeatedly.

"Hahaha." The abbot laughed, "I'm happy today, eat something good. I heard that a disciple met a deer on the mountain yesterday?"

"Yes." The monk nodded.

"Can I kill it?" The abbot licked his lips.

"Let it... let it run away." The monk replied.

Hearing this, the abbot was furious and kicked it.

"Damn it, it ran away?"

The abbot thought of something and became even angrier. "Damn it, if there wasn't something wrong with your food yesterday, which caused me to have a stomachache and diarrhea and couldn't hold it back, would I have lost the debate yesterday?"

"I'll outlast them!"