The young monk looked at the wooden bead in Shuguan's palm with an expression of surprise.
But his surprise was not due to the wooden bead, but more to the fact that the young man opposite him still didn't notice anything unusual until he walked in front of him.
"I have a few Buddhist friends, so I know a lot about Buddhist things."
Shu Guan continued to smile and continued:
"I see that there are thirty-five beads in the string of Buddhist beads on Master's chest. Most of the Buddhist beads are eighteen, thirty-six, or one hundred and eight. It's really good to have one like mine."
The young monk was silent for a moment, and then said something to Shu Guan.
"This donor, can you please let the young monk finish the porridge for today?"
Shu Guan nodded with a smile and stood aside.
The people behind continued to walk to the temple, knelt down and kowtowed, then saluted the young monk, and then went to the porridge shed nearby to receive porridge.
Shu Guan stood by and watched silently, but not long after, he noticed something a little strange.
That is this young monk. Ever since he came in, he has stopped chanting sutras.
Just now in the alley, Shu Guan saw this young monk reciting a sutra while returning the courtesy to everyone.
It's just that the young monk chanted sutras in a very low voice and very fast speed, so Shu Guan didn't pay close attention at that time.
Of course, whether you pay attention and whether you hear it are two different things, so Shu Guan asked Xiao Yi in his mind what the young monk was reciting just now.
Originally, he just asked casually, thinking that the young monk's behavior was a little strange. Maybe he was just standing next to him and letting him look at the bead, which made the young monk a little nervous, so he didn't ask. Just chant the sutra again.
Then when Xiaoyi told him the answer, a very strange look flashed in Shuguan's eyes.
In the alley, there is still a long queue of people waiting to receive porridge, which will not end for a while.
Shu Guan looked at the young monk thoughtfully for a while, then turned his gaze and walked around the small hall, which was considered the main hall of this small temple.
This is a very simple small hall. The surrounding walls are painted white, but over time, they have turned into a dark gray full of age. There are no murals painted on the walls, and there are no other accompanying statues in the small hall. The statue of Buddha standing in the middle.
Shu Guan's gaze finally fell on the Buddha statue.
Except that the statue is smaller in size, it seems to be no different from the Buddha statues in most temples around the world.
This is what Shu Guan felt when he first looked at it.
At this time, the sky outside Xinxiang Temple was completely dark. Several wall lamps were lit on the walls of the temple, and the light was indeed still a little dim.
The statue of Buddha stood in the shadow of the swaying lamp, with his face bright and dark.
Then Shu Guan slowly felt that the Buddha statue looked a little different from the normal Buddha statue.
But it's hard for Shu Guan to tell what's different. If he had to say it, it might be the expression on the face of this Buddha statue that makes people feel a little strange.
In almost all temples in the world, all Buddhas have the solemn look and appearance of the Buddha.
But the Buddha statue in the Xinxiang Temple, I don’t know if it is a problem with the craftsmanship of the craftsmen who built the statue. The facial features of the Buddha statue look a little skewed, and under the uncertain light, it seems to be showing a weird smile.
Shu Guan looked at the Buddha statue in silence for a while. Ever since he stepped into this small temple, the weird feeling that gradually appeared became more intense.
Buddhism is one of the mainstays of the Seven Immortals Alliance.
But in Shencheng, the Buddhist sect of the Seven Immortals Alliance does not have a temple.
Therefore, this Xinxiang Temple should have nothing to do with the Buddhism of the Seven Immortals Alliance.
At this time, the last person receiving the porridge finally left with a satisfied bowl of porridge and a large whole-grain steamed bun.
The young monk walked to the porridge shed and said a few words to the ladies in charge of serving the porridge. Heshi bent down and thanked her sincerely.
Then he returned to the small temple.
"This donor, please wait a moment until the young monk closes the temple door."
The young monk said this to Shu Guan.
Shu Guan nodded lightly, watching silently as the door of the small hall was closed from the left and right, and then picked up a thick door bolt and placed it on the temple door.
Then the young monk turned around.
The moment he turned around, he raised his head and smiled at Shu Guan. The flickering light shone on his face. The smile looked like the Buddha statue in the temple, a little weird.
The next moment, a heavy fog suddenly surged in the small hall.
The heavy fog came so suddenly and violently that it almost instantly submerged Shu Guan and the young monk.
The fog is also so thick, just like the porridge served by the young monk. It can no longer be said to be fog, but more like black water rushing to your side.
At this moment of Shu Guan, not only was it difficult to see the surrounding scenery clearly, but he also felt slightly dazed, as if he was dizzy for a moment.
However, he recovered quickly, and then raised his hand to fan himself. The spiritual energy in his body surged, and the surrounding black mist quickly dissipated.
The scene in the small hall appeared before Shu Guan's eyes again.
Everything else remained the same, except that the young monk was missing.
Shu Guan shook his head and laughed.
Then he raised his hand and looked down at his palm.
On his palm, there is a thin line that glows slightly.
Of course, you can only see this thin line by looking at yourself.
This is the thread of fate!
The thread of fate that belongs to that young monk!
This thread of fate was already held in the palm of Shu Guan's hand the moment he stepped into the small temple.
However, Shu Guan had never touched the thread of fate until just now.
Until this moment, Shu Guan slowly closed his eyes, recalling the methods of controlling the fate of others recorded on those pages of parchment. He grasped the shining light in one hand and slowly rubbed it a few times in his palm. Down.
The spiritual power in his body surged, and then quickly flowed into the bright light in his palm. At the same time, his eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and a look of fatigue soon appeared on his face.
To control the fate of others, even if it is only for thirty seconds, is still a huge burden for Shu Guan.
Fortunately, the young monk only had the cultivation level of the First Consciousness Realm.
If you are a strong person in the Fetal Movement Realm, even if you can grasp the opponent's fate, you may not be able to completely control it!
Shu Guan opened his eyes and had a rough idea of how far he could use the life-controlling technique.
Ordinary people have no problem in the Qi-entraining stage and the first awareness state, but the first awareness state will be more difficult.
Practitioners of the Fetal Movement Realm may not be able to truly control themselves, but they may be able to exert a certain influence based on the opponent's strength and Tao Realm.
As for Nascent Soul realm and above, there is really nothing I can do for the time being.
But no matter what, this is still an extremely powerful magic.
"The thread of fate has been gently touched."
Shu Guan couldn't help but think of this sentence that he often saw in the Internet articles he read in his previous life.
This kind of thing can often only be done by the hidden boss in the game.
But what I am doing now seems to have a bit of that flavor.
Shu Guan clasped his hands behind his back and walked toward the back of the small hall.
At this moment, he was completely clear about the incident where An Fengjun's escort team was robbed.
A group of ordinary people, whoever is suddenly shrouded in a thick fog like that just now, will panic and find it difficult to detect what is going on around them. Moreover, that kind of thick fog can actually have the effect of confusing the soul, although for Shu Guan, the effect is not very good. Obviously, but ordinary people will be absent-minded for a period of time.
No wonder just a few ordinary homeless people were able to knock out An Fengjun's escort team. It was naturally because of this young monk who was secretly taking action.
Shu Guan walked out of the back door of the small hall, and what he saw was a small courtyard. In addition to the small hall, there were several side rooms around the courtyard, which must have been the living place of the young monk.
In addition, in this small courtyard, there are stone tables and chairs, and a bamboo plant is planted. In the autumn wind at night, the yellow bamboo leaves will fall from time to time, floating on the ground, and also on the stone tables and chairs. above.
Shu Guan walked to the stone table, raised his hand to brush off the autumn leaves on the table and chairs, and then sat down. At the same time, he took out the peach wood sword in his sleeve and placed it on the stone table, counting silently.
"Eight...five, four, three...one."
When he counted to one, the figure of the young monk appeared in the courtyard.
A cloud of black mist suddenly appeared on the bamboo tree in the yard, and then the figure of the young monk staggered out of it.
There was a dazed and confused look on the young monk's face, and then when he saw clearly the surrounding scenery and Shu Guan sitting leisurely at the stone table, this look turned into shock and horror.
Thirty seconds ago, he used the Kirigakure Technique, combined with the Divine Foot Power Technique, and left the Xinxiang Temple in an instant.
With the strength of his first encounter with the Eight-Level Tower, after using the Buddhist magical power of the Divine Foot Power, within thirty seconds, it was enough for him to escape to a hundred miles away.
Thirty seconds to a hundred miles, this speed is not very fast for practitioners of the First Realm of Realization. Many practitioners of the First Realm of Realization possess Tao skills that are enough to allow them to go Go further.
However, Shen Zu Tong is not a magical power that is known for its speed. The mysterious thing about it is that wherever your mind goes, Shen Zu Tong can take you to where you want to go in just one step.
Of course, this is the original magical effect of this magical power in ancient times, and it is also limited by one's own cultivation strength.
But in this era of declining Dao, with the strength of this young monk, at most he can only perform the divine foot power within a radius of a hundred miles.
But just when the young monk used his magical foot power, the place he originally wanted to go was in a small valley by the river fifty miles away.
It was a place he was familiar with, and the young monk quickly recalled and outlined the scene in that valley in his mind.
This is also the condition for the use of Shenzu Tong. Only where the mind goes can the body follow the mind.
Just when the young monk was about to reach the valley, an inexplicable accident happened.
That was the picture of the valley in his mind, which suddenly shattered into pieces, and then after the fragments of thoughts were reassembled, they turned into a bamboo.
The bamboo in the backyard of Xinxiang Temple.
The young monk didn't understand why he wanted to think of the bamboo at this time, even though his name came from this bamboo.
When the picture of the bamboo appeared in his mind, he could not help but follow it and step into the backyard of his small temple.
Then I saw the young man sitting in the small courtyard.
At this moment, the young monk was plunged into extreme confusion, panic and fear.
Shu Guan looked at him indifferently.
This was the fate of the young man he had just controlled or changed.
Just let him return to this small courtyard and return to himself.
Shu Guan didn't know what magic the young monk used to escape, but he thought that in this world, no Taoist magic could resist the power of fate, at least until he achieved the fairyland, no one could do it.
As for becoming an immortal, it was originally a matter of changing one's fate against the will of heaven.
Then Shu Guan raised his hand and flicked the hilt of the mahogany sword. The mahogany sword flew out and flew in front of the young monk. The tip of the sword was close to the young monk's throat.
The young monk's body trembled suddenly, and he finally woke up from his confusion and panic.
He raised his head slightly and looked at Shu Guan. His eyes and expression gradually calmed down, returning to their original dull and naive appearance.
"What do you call it?"
Shu Guan smiled at the young monk and asked this question first.
"Little monk Duzhu."
Shu Guan couldn't help but look at the bamboo pole in the yard, and then at the young monk with a dull temperament, and felt that this Buddhist title was very suitable for him at this moment.
"What were you running for just now?"
Then Shuguan asked a second question.
The young monk named Duzhu looked at Shu Guan with a don't-know-what look in his eyes. He was silent for a moment and then said:
"The young monk has always been timid, especially after doing bad things, so when the donor came to see the young monk, the young monk was a little flustered."
"So you admit that you were the one responsible for An Fengjun's money being robbed."
"The young monk doesn't know how to deny it."
Shu Guan stared at him for a while and then said something.
"I don't want to keep pointing my sword at you. If you promise not to run away, then I can take the sword back first and we can have a good talk."
"And you tried it just now. You couldn't run away."
"Little monk, don't run away anymore."
Duzhu answered honestly.
So Shu Guan waved, and the peach wood sword flew back into his hand. Then Shu Guan placed the peach wood sword on the stone table.
"Why are you trying to steal An Fengjun's money?"
Then Shu Guan continued to ask.
A wry smile appeared on Duzhu's face and he said:
"Donors have been waiting in line for so long today. Can't you guess the reason?"
"The war between mortals two months ago caused countless homes to be destroyed and displaced. The young monk couldn't bear to see them sleeping on the streets every day, starving and freezing."
"It's just that the Xinxiang Temple, little monk, really doesn't have much money to help those poor people. After thinking about it, the little monk had to make this move."
"That person named An earned ill-gotten wealth, so the young monk would take a small amount to help those in need. Although the young monk felt guilty, the Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, whoever will go to hell will count his future achievements. If there is any damage, the monk is willing to bear it."
Duzhu spoke slowly, confessing his crime calmly, with a bitter tone that contained some compassion. At this moment, the young monk had a majestic appearance, and the Buddha's intention was so deep in his body that Shu Guan actually felt that Master Sanmu of Lianjing City was the same as him. In comparison, it is actually inferior.
Shu looked a little dazed.
Then he blinked, looked down at the peach wood sword on the stone table, suddenly stretched out a hand, and slowly slid his fingers over the tip of the peach wood sword.
"You are lying!"
He shook his head and said this to the young monk calmly.
