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. Dumb, dressed in black, stepped in from the night outside the door, and the swordsman in green was also hugging him at this moment. Holding the broken knife, he stood aside silently.
"You recognize me, who am I?"
Duan stared into the old monk's eyes and asked word by 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 unexpected question:
"Reincarnation of cause and effect, there is a way of heaven in the dark, Buddha is compassionate, if I don't go to hell, who will?"
Dui 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 that the enemy is facing us, don't do anything stupid!"
"hehe!"
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 destiny came from the benefactor. Today, he will surely die because of the benefactor. How good is it!"
As the old monk spoke, he put his right hand into his sleeve, and after a moment he took out a palm-sized jade plaque. The jade plaque was crystal clear, with some tadpole-sized words faintly engraved on it, but it was too far away for Dumb to see 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, have you thought clearly!" Seeing this, the swordsman in green couldn't help but 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.
Only then did he see that what was written on the jade plaque was clearly: "Fohai Dao Mountain 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.
Ah-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 steady stream of Taoist spiritual power fell into the eyes of ordinary Taoist monks, it would 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, so naturally he cannot tolerate these Taoist spiritual powers.
Just when he was about to open his mouth to stop it, the spiritual energy 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 intention? 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 green clothes 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, master!"
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've called you Master a hundred times, just accept me as your disciple!" In the dazzling white light, there was a seven or eight-year-old boy having fun beside him.
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, and you are my dearest one." I'm dead!" 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 don't accept Taoist disciples. Now I have entered a temple and become a monk. Taoist priests teach monks. This is only natural. You can be my master!" The bald boy said, grabbing 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 technique again. I just beg you not to leave."
The scene freezes in the last scene. In the end, he left the bald boy, but why did he leave at that time? Dui tried hard to remember, but he still couldn't remember anything.
At this time, the swordsman in green 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.
"hehe."
A little sound came out of the old monk's throat. He didn't answer the Qing Yi Swordsman's intention at all. He just glanced at the unconscious Ah-Dai for the last time. There was deep reluctance and attachment in his eyes, but in the end he slowly closed them. eyes, fell to the ground.
"well"
The swordsman in green looked at the old monk whose oil was exhausted and his lamp was dry. He sighed softly and said: "The world of mortals is rolling, and life is like a dream. Maybe everyone has his own destiny."
As soon as he finished speaking, a strange laughter suddenly came from the forest:
"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 yours, Master Yang?"