Outside the Asking Heart Temple.
The old man raised his head and looked at the misty smoke in the temple. The strong sense of oppression made him feel suffocated as a monster.
However, when the hand of the young monk beside him gently rested on his arm, the pressure that originally hit his face softened like gurgling water.
The old man was convinced that the little master beside him named Forgetting was definitely no ordinary monk.
The forgotten eyes are still as gentle as ever.
"Do you want to go in?" Wangwang asked.
The old man hesitated.
Wangwang seemed to notice his discomfort, and smiled and led him to sit down on the stone bench on the other side.
"If you don't want to go in, it's okay. If you have anything, you can tell me." Wangwang said with a smile.
The old man looked at him and burst into tears.
Sitting on the stone bench, I forgot to ask the old man the purpose of coming to Wenxin Temple. When he heard that it was to pray for his grandson, he smiled on his face.
"Little Master, I heard that the Buddha really appeared in Wenxin Temple. Is it true?" the old man asked with choked sobs.
Seeing that something was wrong with the old man's mood, Wangwang seemed to realize something and asked, "But your grandson is not in good health?"
The old man smiled bitterly: "Only Buddha can save him."
Forgetting frowned, a little confused.
If it were an ordinary person, he might even give a few words of advice. If the child is not in good health, he should be sent to the hospital quickly and never place his hopes on the Buddha.
For so many years in Wenxin Temple, forgetting about things like this is not uncommon. Many elderly people, when their children are sick, want to burn incense and worship Buddha, but miss the time for treatment. This is simply a human tragedy.
But the old man in front of him is not a human, but a demon.
Such a statement will naturally not be applied to the other party.
After hesitating for a moment, Wangwu said the truth: "The vision in Wenxin Temple has nothing to do with the Buddha's appearance."
Hearing such words, the old man's eyes suddenly dimmed.
But soon, he started laughing again.
"That's it...that's fine."
"Huh?" Wangwu was a little surprised.
"Actually, I also thought that it couldn't be the Buddha appearing. If there is really a way..." The old man stopped when he said this, thinking in his heart.
If the Buddha really appeared and had a way to save his grandson, the people in the Demon Suppression Department must have known about it first, so how could they not tell him?
When he decided to come to Wenxin Temple, the old man was already mentally prepared. He knew better than anyone how slim this hope was. Even if he came, it would be a wasted trip. But this world is like this, and not everything is possible. Tight logic is more supported by emotion.
Only when you come can you feel at ease.
"In that case, I won't disturb you, little master." The old man stood up, put his hands behind his back, and prepared to go down the mountain.
Wangwang looked at him and suddenly thought of something.
"You wait first."
The old man turned around and looked at Wangwang, with doubts in his eyes.
Forgetting took out a peace charm folded into a triangle from his monk's robes, with a red rope hanging on it, and handed it to the old man's hand.
"This is the peace talisman of Wenxin Temple. I hope your grandson will be healthy and grow up safely." Wanghui said softly.
The old man looked at him, suddenly choked up, and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he still didn't say anything. He just held the peace charm tightly, took Wangwang's hand and nodded heavily. Then walked down the mountain road.
Wang Wai stood there for a long time and sighed. The only role that the peace talisman could play was probably to provide psychological comfort to the old man.
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On the way down the mountain, the old man's pace became much faster.
When going up the mountain, he had to resist the pressure of Wenxin Temple, like walking against the wind.
When going down the mountain, it is naturally much lighter.
Star City is much colder in winter, especially when walking on the mountain road. The wind blowing into the neck is bitingly cold. If he was young, as a demon clan, he would not care at all, but as he grows older, , the old soul demon with C-level strength has declined sharply in all aspects.
The cold wind that he dared to drink with when he was young now seems like a knife that can kill half of his life. However, as a demon clan, he has no dissatisfaction with this. Compared with ordinary people, his lifespan is already long enough. It's been a long time.
He used to be very afraid of death, especially before falling asleep at night. He was always worried that once he closed his eyes, he would never be able to open them again. His young grandson would have no one to take care of him. He would shake his arms desperately while crying, and then face it alone. Ice pot and cold stove at home.
hiss……
It's a scary thing to think about.
Perhaps the vast majority of people who are afraid of death are not really afraid of death, but they still have too many worries in this world.
But right now.
The old man seemed to notice something.
He raised his head, looked down the steps of the mountain path, and saw a group of people.
They were a group of strangely dressed people that the old man had never seen before, but they had a holy aura about them.
This kind of energy made him feel very uncomfortable.
Without any hesitation, the old man slowly left the mountain road and walked into the forest, trying to avoid the other party.
As a demon clan, if you want to completely integrate into the human world, all you can do is avoid meeting too many people as much as possible, let alone get into trouble. He has been like this for so many years, even where he lives, he tries his best to Maybe a little more remote.
On the mountain road.
Ling Hongbo was still thinking.
"Father Alexander, I have communicated with the people at Wenxin Temple. They are still closed. Even if we come, we can't get in."
Alexander said disapprovingly: "It doesn't matter, I'm just taking a look around, maybe I will find something? Isn't it okay if I don't go in?"
Seeing that Alexander was so persistent, Ling Hongbo couldn't say much.
Um……
Just walk around outside and don't go in.
Theoretically speaking, there is really nothing wrong with it.
Ling Hongbo just got the holy water from Alexander and improved himself. Now at this juncture, he would not contradict the opponent, let alone on such an insignificant matter.
Anyway, the people from the Holy Bishop's Court didn't cry and make a fuss about entering the Wenxin Temple now. They were just walking around the Zen Mountain. Even if the people from the Demon Suppression Department came, they wouldn't be able to find any reason, right?
Suddenly, Alexander seemed to notice something, suddenly turned his face, looked to the right, and stopped.
Ling Hongbo walked a few steps, stopped, and turned to look at Alexander curiously.
"Father, what's wrong?"
"There seems to be something evil over there."
"Evil?" Ling Hongbo was a little surprised.
Alexander seemed very interested in this and also left the mountain path.
"Let's go and see what evil spirit it is."
Ling Hongbo, who was following behind, suddenly understood something.
The evil spirits Alexander spoke of were actually demons discovered here.
But what surprised Ling Hongbo was that this was Zen Mountain, and there was Wenxin Temple on the mountain. What kind of monster dared to wander here?
Isn’t this seeking death?
What made Ling Hongbo even more confused was that these "evil spirits" had already arrived at Zuozen Mountain. Were the monks at Wenxin Temple not aware of it?
