"That's called too many? There must be some old immortals hiding secretly. There are not many more than sixty left." Old monk Wude shook his head.
"But..." Old monk Wude hesitated to speak.
"It's just what? Master, please tell me quickly!" Ling Chen Buyi quickly shook the old monk Wude's arm.
"Hey, hey, OK, OK, stop shaking. Sooner or later, my old bones will fall apart." Old monk Wude stopped him with a wry smile.
"However, after so many years of fighting and killing, the number of people in the Xiaoyao Realm when I was a master must have been more deadly. Even if you include those who are old and immortal, I am afraid there will not be more than a hundred people." Old monk Wude said.
"You're still fighting in the Xiaoyao Realm!? What are you trying to do?" The corner of his mouth twitched in the early hours of the morning. He was not at home studying how to break through and become an immortal, but he was still fighting?
"Don't you understand this? In addition to the struggle between countries, there is also the struggle between sects. The struggle between good and evil. In order to show one's strength, fighting is inevitable." Old monk Wude sighed, rather Said with emotion.
"Just like the Piaomiao Sword Sect and Burying Dao Mountain, they fight for who is the best weapon in the world, and they fight for revenge. There is also the battle between the old Taoist priests in Lingxu Land and the Buddhism and Taoism of Wanfo Temple, and the battle between the righteous way and the evil way. .”
"It's not a good thing to live too long. It's too easy to accumulate hatred. Maybe someone will knock on your door at some point." Old monk Wude suddenly felt a little depressed.
"Master...you...what's wrong with you?" Chen Chen looked at old monk Wude and asked softly with some worry.
"Master is fine, I just thought of something. Let's eat quickly." Old monk Wude smiled reluctantly.
"Oh, I got it." Chen Chen glanced at Old Monk Wude worriedly, but he still obeyed.
"After you come down the mountain, don't worry about the Taoist priests in Lingxu. They only have moral disputes with the Buddhists and will not take action easily. You must be careful of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple." Old monk Wude seemed to have remembered something and asked.
"Why? Wasn't the last abbot your junior brother? And they were all Buddhists." Ling Chen was a little confused.
Can a monk still have a conflict with a monk? This doesn't make sense, does it?
"Don't ask so many questions, just remember it." Old monk Wude shook his head and was unwilling to say anything more.
Hearing this, Ling Chen frowned. He was not stupid. Of course he could tell that there was a hidden meaning in it. Perhaps the old monk Wude didn't want Wanfo Temple to know that he was still alive and wanted to enjoy his old age in peace.
It is also possible that the old monk Wude had some grudge against the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, which led to the old monk Wude retreating to the mountains and forests.
And it seems that no matter what the situation is, for Old Monk Wude himself, it is his fault that is greater, so he does not want to face it or even remember it.
In the early morning, the fists under the table gradually clenched. No matter what, he had to stand up for the old monk Wude. It was his fault, so he would bear the responsibility for the master.
If it were not the fault of the old monk Wude, then he would overturn the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple and build a new Buddhist temple!
In the early hours of the morning, I was worried that the old monk Wude would see something, but my mood quickly returned to normal, and I picked up the bowls and chopsticks to eat.
"Master, how old are you this year?" he suddenly asked while eating in the early morning.
Old monk Wude paused while eating and glanced at Chen Chen helplessly. Since he was a child, he had told Chen Chen that he was silent when eating and silent when sleeping, but this boy still had his own way of doing things.
"Four hundred and sixty-two years old, what's wrong?" Old monk Wude still told Chen Chen.
"Oh, it's nothing, just asking." Chen Chen responded, lowered his head and continued eating.
Old monk Wude looked at Qingchen with some confusion, shook his head helplessly, and continued to eat.
In the early morning, I was eating my rice absentmindedly. Old monk Wude was more than 400 years old. According to the life span of Xiaoyao Realm, he should have just passed his peak.
Then how come the old monk Wude has aged like this? Is it possible that it is like becoming an immortal, maintaining the appearance of breaking through at the moment of becoming a free and happy realm?
Snapped!
"Ouch~"
The old monk Wude hit the bald head in the early hours of the morning with his chopsticks.
"Concentrate on eating." Old monk Wude glanced at Chen Chen with some dissatisfaction.
"I know..." Chen Chen raised his hand and rubbed his bald head, and responded obediently.
Without saying a word, the meal was quickly finished. Old Monk Wude reached out and picked up the Zen staff and left first. In the early hours of the morning, it felt like Old Monk Wude was afraid that he would ask anything else.
Chen Chen rubbed his stomach and stood up, taking a look at the direction where the old monk Wude was leaving.
Since Old Monk Wude is unwilling to say anything, it may not be of any use if he continues to ask. It would be easier to investigate on his own.
When he walked out of the room, he saw Liu He gesticulating with the workers at dawn.
"Shopkeeper Liu." Chen Chen greeted.
"Huh? Oops, Master Sanzong, what's wrong?" Liu He turned around and saw that it was Ling Chen, the living father. He quickly trotted over and asked with a very flattering smile.
"It's nothing. The young monk just wants to ask Shopkeeper Liu, what is the appearance of Xiaoyaojing? Do they all look like old people?" Ling Chen asked pretending to be curious.
"This... Master Sanzong asked the wrong person. How can I meet a big shot in Xiaoyao Realm with such a low status? I don't even know how he looks." Liu He explained with a wry smile.
"Oh...that's it. It's okay then. Shopkeeper Liu continues to be busy, and Monk has something else to do." Ling Chen smiled and turned around to leave.
Since he couldn't get anything out of the question, he might as well continue chopping down trees and grasp Cun Jin's force-generating skills thoroughly.
Liu He took a fancy to Ling Chen's back and scratched his head in confusion. Why did he feel that Master San Burial was acting weird today?
However, Liu He was destined not to think of the truth, so after thinking to no avail, Liu He shook his head and turned around to continue staring at his men at work, fearing that they were not doing enough.
…………
In the woods.
boom! boom! boom!
In the early hours of the morning, he gritted his teeth and slashed at the tree trunk with one palm after another.
Even if he knew how to exert force, he could only crack the trunk of a tree with his physical strength alone. He could not successfully chop it down with more than ten palms, let alone cut it off with just one palm.
The palm of my hand, which had been swollen before, became swollen again, and even felt a little numb and itchy.
Time passes.
"Ha!" Chen Chen suddenly shouted.
boom! Card!
Breathing heavily in the morning, I looked at the slowly falling tree, with an expressionless face.
This is the fourth tree he has chopped down today, and the shortest tree so far requires nineteen palms to completely break.
His hands were shaking slightly in the early morning, and he could no longer feel the presence of his palms. Moreover, it was getting late, so it was time to go back.
Ling Chen lowered his head and looked at his palms, which were swollen several times, and staggered towards the direction he came from.
As soon as I walked to the temporary residence outside the temple, I smelled a strong smell of medicine. My face suddenly changed. Isn't Old Monk Wude making medicinal food again?
"Come in."
Just when I was about to run away in the early morning, an unquestionable voice came from the house. It was the old monk Wude.
In the early hours of the morning, my body stiffened, and then I walked into the room obediently like an eggplant beaten by frost.
In the room, old monk Wude was holding a cattail leaf fan and fanning the flames under an iron basin. Seeing Chen Xiao come in, old monk Wude looked at the medicine in the basin.
He nodded with satisfaction and waved his hand, and the flames under the basin were completely extinguished in an instant.
Old monk Wude stood up, picked up the iron basin, and placed it in front of the early morning.
"Put your hand inside. When the liquid becomes crystal clear, take it out." Old monk Wude said softly.
