When the old monk saw the young man reading a book, he coughed slightly.
He took out two white flour buns from his pocket and started to eat them.
It seemed that he had eaten in a hurry, and the old monk's cough became more violent.
Fan Yi frowned slightly, then calmly took out a water bag and handed it directly to the old monk.
The old monk took the water bag and put it aside, muttering:
"Amitabha, my little friend is a kind-hearted person, and his blessings will surely be great."
After the old monk finished speaking, he took off the stopper of the water bag, raised it with both hands and took a few sips.
The monk drank the water and continued:
"Where are you from, little friend?"
Fan Yi continued reading without raising his head and replied:
"Rongcheng."
The old monk listened to the young man's simple answer and asked again:
"There are many monsters and beasts in the barren mountains and ridges here. How did you find this place, little friend?"
This time Fan Yi put down the book in his hand and began to look at the monk.
Looking at the monk's face, he was at least sixty years old, but looking at the monk's eyes, they were clearly clear and clean, and there was no trace of the twilight that should be expected at this age.
Fan Yi replied:
"It's just a family experience. I have no intention of getting here."
The monk chuckled and said:
"My little friend is very impressive and must be a member of a noble family. Why don't you have any personal followers?"
Such a question is somewhat obscure.
Fan Yi couldn't tell, so he said softly:
"Of course I have followers, but they don't go with me. This makes it easier to practice."
The monk said "Oh".
Just a hint of sneer quietly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and it disappeared in a flash.
Fan Yi put the book away directly.
Then he moved towards the fire and asked with a smile:
"Don't you think the old man is from Qingyun Prefecture?"
The old monk smiled and replied:
"How do you gain insight, little friend? I am indeed not from Qingyun Prefecture."
Fan Yi raised his finger and pointed at the top of his head, and replied to the old monk:
"The old man should be an expert in Buddhism, otherwise he wouldn't have so many scars. I dare to ask where the old man came from."
The old monk had a surprised look on his face, but after a moment he chanted "Amitabha" again, and then said:
"My little friend is knowledgeable. The old monk is an ascetic. He has nowhere to go and has nowhere to go. He cannot answer my little friend's questions."
Fan Yi was noncommittal, but stopped asking further.
But Fan Yi could faintly notice it.
The old monk's breath was long and thick as he inhaled and exhaled. He must have been a great monk.
It is not known for a while how high the old monk's cultivation level is.
The old monk began to ramble and said:
"I feel ashamed to say that this old monk has practiced Buddhism for decades and traveled to countless mountains and rivers. Unfortunately, his Buddha-nature is so poor that he still has no chance of enlightenment at this age."
"It is said that the Buddha saves people who are destined to save him, so how can he save him by himself?"
After finishing speaking, the old monk let out a long sigh.
Fan Yi was unmoved and just wanted to make do with the old monk until the rain stopped and leave the ruined temple immediately.
He always felt that something was wrong with this old monk.
The old monk seemed to have opened up his chat box and said nonstop:
"Since my friend knows that I am a monk, monks should be more compassionate."
"But the world is so big, what's the use of empty reasoning? Wouldn't it be nice to turn it into great freedom?"
Fan Yi frowned, always feeling as if the old monk was going crazy with his words.
Although Fan Yi knew about Buddhism, he did not fully understand its purpose, let alone how Buddhist disciples should behave in the world.
All he had to say was:
"Old man, please rest early. I will leave here after the rain stops and continue to practice."
It’s okay not to say it.
The old monk snorted coldly and asked:
"Are the experiences you are talking about to poison the alien creatures in this mountain range? Wouldn't it be cruel to do so!"
Fan Yi thought for a moment and said:
"Perhaps, the human race is weak, and a life of hardship and hardship can only lead to a few decades of longevity."
"The beast clan is powerful and brings harm to the human race. I have my responsibility."
The old monk doesn’t know why?
He stood up suddenly and asked:
"No matter how much you say, it's just your own selfish desires."
The words just fell.
A powerful cultivation aura erupted from the old monk's body, his eyes cold and contemptuous.
He continued to ask:
"My little friend, have you ever been to a deep pool?"
With just one sentence, Fan Yi suddenly remembered something.
Seven days ago, he met a water spirit slave from the deep pool, and then felt a trace of resentment from the ghost in wedding clothes.
Then I remembered that the female ghost mentioned a rickety old man in her resentment.
Fan Yi suddenly took a step back and looked at the old monk with alert eyes.
asked:
"You were the one who trapped that woman alive in the stagnant water and gave birth to the water spirit slave?"
The old monk suddenly showed a ferocious expression.
shouted:
"This is exactly what the old monk did. If you dare to ruin my great job, I will definitely turn you into a water spirit slave today!"
"Old monk has been following your trail all the way. I never expected to meet you in this ruined temple. I am truly compassionate."
Fan Yi can be sure that this monk has gone crazy.
Not an enlightened monk, but an evil monk.
The ghost in the wedding dress mentioned a rickety old man in her resentment.
Unexpectedly, decades have passed and the rickety old man still looks like this.
It can only be explained that this old monk is no longer a low-level monk, but has already cultivated the great path and understood the secret of longevity.
The old monk stared closely at Fan Yi's belly and said:
"My little friend is only in the third level of cultivation, but he can break free from the shackles of a spiritual slave and live forever. I think he must be carrying a treasure."
"How about this?"
"You hand that treasure to the old monk, and the old monk can save you from any pain before you turn into a spiritual slave."
"Little friends may not know that suffocating to death in the water is not terrible. What is terrible is suffering from the corrosion of the souls of the beasts."
"Then leaving you with resentment will make you unable to wish for death."
"It's a worthwhile deal!"
Fan Yi had secretly mobilized all his strength to find the right opportunity to get rid of the old monk.
But at this moment, the old monk suddenly grasped his withered palm.
Fan Yi suddenly felt a powerful aura covering his whole body, making him unable to move any more.
Fan Yi has a deep memory of such things.
At that time, in the palace of the Lord of Rongcheng City, Ning Beimen had already let him experience it once.
This is caused by the pressure of the other party's spiritual power!
The cultivation level of the monk in front of me is probably not only at the sixth level, but maybe already at the seventh level!
Fan Yi cursed loudly:
"You evil monk keeps saying you are compassionate, but you never imagined that you have such a vicious heart. How can there be a scum like you in Buddhism?"
The old monk walked towards Fan Yi step by step.
Then he laughed sinisterly and said:
"There are countless people in this world, and you won't understand the truth. But don't worry, I will wait until you become an old monk and sit down as a spiritual slave."
"As long as the resentment persists, there will definitely be a chance to know something."
"Okay, it's useless for the old monk to talk to you anymore. The old monk should remember my little friend's fate today."
As he spoke, the old monk showed a ruthless look on his face and swung his palm towards Fan Yi's Tianling Cap.
Bang!
Immediately, Fan Yi punched out and hit the old monk's palm hard.
When he repulsed the old monk, Fan Yi's whole body was covered in golden energy.
Dou Ye took action, so he was able to break free from the old monk's pressure.
The intention of the fist is invisible, but it is fierce!
