Chapter 366 Fate
“Amitabha!”
In the ruined temple, the old monk whispered the Buddha’s name, and the rotten wooden door was pushed open again, only to see Ah-Dai dressed in black. He stepped in through the darkness outside the door, and the swordsman in green, holding the broken sword in his arms, stood silently aside.
“Do you recognize me, who am I?”
Ah-Dai stared into the old monk’s eyes and asked word for word.
After listening to Dumb's question, the old monk turned the rosary beads in his hand more quickly. He opened and closed his lips up and down, and quickly recited a few lines of the unintelligible scripture. Finally, as if he had made up his mind, he turned the rosary beads in his hand. Put it down, then sighed heavily, and answered the question:
"Cause and reincarnation, there is a way of heaven in the dark, Buddha is compassionate, who will go to hell if I don't Go to hell!"
Ah-Dai frowned when he heard this, but before he could speak, the swordsman in green behind him rushed in front of him and said anxiously: "Old monk, what are you going to do now? , Don’t do anything stupid!”
“Haha!”
The old monk smiled gently, raised his head and looked at Ah-Dai again. But his eyes at this moment were full of compassion and sympathy.
"Amitabha, cause and effect reincarnate. The old monk's ray of immortality came from the donor. Today, he will surely die because of the donor. How good, how good!"
The old monk said and put his right hand into his sleeve. , after a while he took out a palm-sized jade plaque, and saw that the jade plaque was crystal clear, with some tadpole-sized words faintly engraved on it, but the distance was too far, and Ah-Dai couldn't see it clearly.
At this time, the old monk smiled slightly and said: "Donor, please step forward and hold the jade plaque with the old monk."
"Old monk, you have to think clearly!" Qing Yi Dao When the guest saw this, he seemed to be unable to help himself and asked one last time.
However, the old monk was unmoved. He didn't even bother to answer this time. He just stared at Ah-Dai calmly, as if staring at his own fate.
A faint impulse arose in Ah-Dai's heart. Without thinking, he took a step forward and decisively stretched out his right hand to hold the jade plaque with the old monk.
At this moment, he saw that what was written on the jade tablet was clearly: "Fohai Daoshan Talisman" in five small tadpole-like characters.
Boom!
The moment Duan stretched out his hand to hold the jade plaque, a dazzling golden light suddenly appeared around the old monk. This layer of golden light made the old monk look like a living Buddha, with a solemn appearance.
“Amitabha!”
The old monk chanted another Buddha's name in the golden light. The next moment, all the golden light around him turned into water-like existence, and finally poured into the jade tablet. And there was a rapid tremor on the jade sign, and after a moment, a piece of cyan energy actually came out, and it was continuously injected into Ah-Dai's hand.
A-Dai felt his hands heat up, and suddenly a gentle Taoist spiritual power poured into his body. This Taoist spiritual power was so familiar that it actually gave him the feeling that it was a part of his body.
If this continuous Taoist spiritual power falls in the eyes of ordinary Taoist monks, it will naturally be a great opportunity. It’s just that Ah-Dai’s current physique is special and he is unable to practice Taoist techniques at all. Naturally, he cannot tolerate these Taoist spiritual powers.
Just when he was about to open his mouth to stop it, the spiritual power pouring into his body did not converge towards his Dantian. Instead, it spontaneously spread out and surged towards the eight extraordinary meridians in his body.
As soon as Dumb's lips opened, he stopped. He could feel that this Taoist spiritual power was repeatedly flushing his eight extraordinary meridians, making the meridians in his body wider and polished to become stronger.
At the same time, there was a slight heat in his lower abdomen, and the internal energy accumulated in his body began to surge like rivers and lakes, becoming faintly thicker than before.
At this moment, how could Ah-Dai not know the old monk’s intentions. He immediately sat down cross-legged without saying a word, silently accepting the baptism of this spiritual power. The old monk watched him sit cross-legged, with a relieved smile on his face, and the golden light on his body became more and more dazzling. As the golden light passed by, the old monk's originally rosy face gradually showed a hint of age. In just a moment, a few wrinkles appeared on his face.
The swordsman in Tsing Yi on the side couldn't help but change his expression when he saw this. The passing of these golden lights seemed to be overdrawing the old monk's life. In other words, this monk is using his life to help the man in front of him regain his memory.
"Old monk, I can only help you so far." The old monk looked at the man in front of him with a look of compassion, and murmured: "On the way forward, please take care of yourself, teacher and donor!"< br>
As soon as Duan sat down, he lost track of time. He seemed to remember some things, but they were not very clear. However, there is a story about a young monk, which seems to have happened just now.
"Master, master, I have called you master a hundred times, just accept me as your disciple!" In the dazzling white light, there was a young boy of seven or eight years old, following him Have fun next to you.
The boy tore off a chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth like a hungry tiger pouncing on food. At the same time, he said vaguely: "You saved me, you are my master. I have no father or mother since I was a child. You are my dearest person!" The boy looked at himself and said seriously.
Time passed and the boy became a teenager. He just shaved his head and blocked himself in a ruined temple.
"Master, you said you would not accept Taoist disciples. Now I have entered a temple and become a monk. Taoist priests teach monks. This is always natural and right. You can be my master!" The bald boy dragged him. said his arm.
"Master, do you think this move of mine is correct?" In the courtyard, the bald boy looked at him expectantly, as if he wanted to be praised by himself.
"Master, master, why don't you age after so many years?" The fifteen-year-old young monk followed behind him and asked in confusion.
"Please don't leave! I will never call you master again, and I will never learn this skill again. I just beg you not to leave."
The scene freezes at In the last scene, he finally left the bald boy, but why did he leave at that time? Duan tried hard to remember, but he still couldn't remember anything.
At this time, the swordsman in Tsing Yi was holding a broken sword and looking at everything in front of him indifferently.
How long has passed? The swordsman in green thought to himself, who knows, it might have been three days and three nights.
Time seems to have lost its meaning here. The two people sitting cross-legged opposite each other always maintain such a posture. It's just that there is no trace of golden light left on the old monk's body, and his originally rosy cheeks have become withered and shriveled at this moment, and his whole person is like a candle in the wind, which seems to be extinguished at any time.
"Is it worth it?" The swordsman in green suddenly asked.
"Haha."
A little sound came out of the old monk's throat. He did not answer the Qingyi swordsman's intention at all, but just glanced at the unconscious Dumb at last, with a look in his eyes. There was a strong sense of reluctance and attachment, but in the end he slowly closed his eyes and fell to the ground.
"Alas"
The swordsman in green looked at the old monk who had run out of oil and lamp, and sighed softly: "The world of mortals is rolling, life is like a dream, maybe everyone has his own destiny."
As soon as he finished speaking, suddenly someone came from the forest There was a burst of strange laughter:
"Jie Jie! You are right, all living beings in this world have their own destiny. The old bald donkey's destiny is to die today, what about you, Master Yang?"
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