The Monk Has No Intention

In the dark night, it was as if endless thick ink was smeared on the sky. There was not even the glimmer of stars, but the candlelight at this moment can shine on this small temple that has been silent for many years. A monk with a handsome face, about in his early twenties, was chanting sutras in front of the Buddha statue. Tonight is the seventh day of the old monk's death. Wu Xin's ears are still echoing with the old monk's words before his death: "I have been guarding this monster for more than thirty years. Today, I have a rainbow here. This monster must be here." After his death, he escaped to cause harm to the world, so today I will save my life's cultivation for you. You must use my life's cultivation for your own use within seven days. You must prevent this evil beast from going out to do evil." After saying that, the old monk slowly sat up with Wu Xin's help, and Wu Xin sat down facing the old monk in Zen. The old monk slowly touched Wu Xin's head with his hand and recited sutras in his mouth. Little bits of golden light slowly penetrated from the old monk's body into the little monk's body.