"Right."
Wang Ye smiled and nodded: "I'm passing by and come to visit."
"Now that the old story is over, if nothing happens, I'll take my leave first."
With that said, Wang Ye slowly walked towards the old monk.
The old monk took the initiative to sideways and let out the door behind him. In order to show that he was not a threat, he even took the initiative to retreat far away from the door and looked at Wang Ye candidly.
This guy...
You really have no other meaning?
The old monk's move actually made Wang Ye a little confused.
Mainly because of the bald head in his memory, there are no good people except himself and Xiao Wu.
They are all the kind that are rotten at heart.
The sudden arrival of such a person made him a little uncomfortable.
Wang Ye gently opened the door with a skeptical attitude, walked out of the backyard, and found that the old monk was still looking at him with a smile.
Although nothing happened, Wang Ye's heart was filled with a strange feeling.
I always feel like something is wrong.
"Am I really leaving?"
Wang Ye couldn't help but look at the old monk and asked again.
The old monk smiled and nodded.
What the hell... this is the first time I saw a good person in the wasteland, and he was a good person from ancient times.
Mental illness.
When I was still recovering, my brain was damaged.
Wang Ye walked away with confusion.
"donor..."
The old monk looked at Wang Ye's back and suddenly said something.
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Ye stopped decisively, put the ghost sword directly on his shoulder, turned around and looked at the old monk: "I know there are no good people in this wasteland, tell me how to fight, first for Choose a grave for yourself, I think that coffin is good, where it comes from, where it goes back."
...
The old monk seemed a little confused by Wang Ye's sudden move. It took him a moment to react. He couldn't help but smile and shook his head: "Donor, the old monk has no other intentions."
"I just want to seek help from the donor for something."
"If it is convenient for the donor, the old monk is willing to pay the reward."
"But if it's inconvenient... just pretend that the old monk never mentioned it."
With that said, the old monk took two steps back again, showing that he really had no hostility.
cooperate...
I have cooperated with this guy once before, and his reputation is pretty good.
I don’t know what happened this time.
Wang Ye's eyes flashed with thought, he looked at the old monk and said, "Tell me about it."
"The old monk was hunted down and seriously injured."
"In desperation, I can only choose to sleep."
"But at that time, my body functions were exhausted, my fuel was exhausted, and I could only wait for death."
"Fortunately, I once obtained a secret book, which recorded a method that can separate people's good thoughts and evil thoughts into two separate individuals."
"And after the separation, a whole body will emerge."
"Originally, according to my plan, my good thoughts would take over the intact body, while my evil thoughts would die with the broken body."
"But something unexpected happened..."
"The evil thoughts took away my flesh and blood, and the old monk became what he is today."
"In order to prevent evil thoughts from harming others, the old monk can only sleep here and seal the evil thoughts in the Buddha statue."
"This is the origin of Xiao'an Temple."
The old monk's tone was very slow, and he was also very detailed when talking about these things. He laid the whole thing in front of Wang Ye completely, and his eyes when he looked at Wang Ye were full of frankness.
Wang Ye nodded.
So the two sticks of incense I burned at Xiaoan Temple were to seal the evil thoughts?
No wonder an individual formed from pure good thoughts looks so strange.
"But due to some accidents, I can no longer sleep again, and this body will completely perish in this world soon."
"Without my suppression, if those evil thoughts were born, it would be a disaster."
"So I would like to ask the donor to help me get rid of this evil thought, or strengthen the seal."
"After all...all beings are innocent."
"Afterwards, everything in Xiao'an Temple can be given to the donor."
The old monk's words were extremely sincere, with a look of compassion in his eyes.
"It's really a twist."
"Juniors admire the master's state of mind."
"There are not many people who can think about the common people in the world."
"This makes this junior a little ashamed."
"so..."
"I'm busy."
"Farewell."
Wang Ye looked at the old monk with admiration and did not hesitate to praise him. After expressing his decision, Wang Ye turned around and left without any delay.
Be sick!
There are still people in the wasteland who are pulling me and saying to save the common people?
Then my head got hot and I really followed?
Who knows if what this guy is saying is true or false.
Looking at Wang Ye's back, a cold look flashed in the old monk's eyes, but he quickly regained his gentleness and spoke again: "It is normal for the donor to be wary."
"At that time, the old monk will be at the forefront and will not let the donor suffer any harm."
"I still have a relic in my evil thoughts, and I am willing to give it to the donor."
Wang Ye paused, turned around, looked at the old monk and smiled: "Relic...are you referring to this kind of thing?"
As he spoke, Wang Ye rolled up his sleeves.
An ordinary bracelet.
The only difference might be that this bracelet is made of relics.
It's just that the bracelet is covered with a layer of spiritual power to prevent the Buddha's light from emanating.
...
Seeing this scene, the old monk's body froze in place.
A relic...
They all represent the life of at least one Arhat in Lingshan.
This is...
How many...
And looking at the auras, many of them are at the Bodhisattva level!
Did this person massacre Lingshan?
but...
This is what is needed!
The old monk took a deep breath and shook his head helplessly: "Almsgiver, save the world, do good deeds and accumulate virtue..."
"Stop it!"
"I am a common person, and I am still waiting for others to save me."
"I will never reach the master's level in this lifetime."
"If you don't let me go, this junior will be anxious..."
Wang Ye looked at the old monk with a smile and said, pretending to be indifferent.
Apparently...
Faced with Wang Ye's actions, even the old monk didn't know what to say for a while.
"There are still three drops of Buddha's blood in that evil thought!"
"It belongs to Buddha!"
The old monk gritted his teeth and finally revealed his trump card.
Wang Ye, who had already reached the door, appeared in the backyard again the next second and said righteously: "Master, I suddenly feel that saving the common people is a great thing!"
"Before, my ideological awareness was low."
"Thank you, Master, for your enlightenment!"
This unique skill of changing faces made the old monk unable to accept it for a while. He was stunned for ten seconds before showing a faint smile again: "Donor, please come with me."
"Okay master!"
Wang Ye happily followed the old monk, but he kept the Ghost Sword in his hand from beginning to end.
The moment the old monk turned around, the smile on Wang Ye's face gradually disappeared, becoming as cold as a snow-capped mountain.
