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According to Wu Da's guess, this thin Yuantong must be a peerless master, and he is 100% from the same place as himself.

If you are in your heyday, you will be well prepared and you will probably be able not to fall behind.

However, in the past two years, he has neglected to practice, and his arms and legs are not as flexible as before, so it is estimated that he can't get him.

Don't look at this old monk who looks like he is going to die at any time, but Wu Da, who has seen the power of the inner fist, knows very well that they may not be able to guarantee continuous attacks, but if they strike with all their strength, they will lose half their lives if they don't die.

YTO tried his best to bring himself here, probably because he wanted his own life, but he didn't know if it would be bad for Lin Shiying. If I had known, I would have let her go straight home.

I guess that YTO shouldn't be ferocious and hurt the innocent, right?

Who knows? I hope that YTO can have some scruples, take into account the prestige of the Lin family, and dare not do it.

"Master Wu, don't be nervous. When the poor monk contemplated, in a trance, he seemed to see a prosperous world. I can't know the subtleties, but I vaguely remember these two incomprehensible terms. After a little temptation, we know the origin of the martial master. ”

After speaking, Zen Master Yuantong smiled very proudly, and an expression of prank success appeared on his face.

"The Dharma can actually penetrate the mysteries?" Wu Da didn't believe it very much.

If what YTO said was true, he was traveling through time to the future and taking a short trip. I still have too shallow Taoism, and I unknowingly fell into the Tao of others.

"There is no mystery, it's just that under the extreme boredom of poverty, meditating and thinking about the occasional gain. Yuantong resolutely refused to admit that he was engaging in feudal superstition, "Now, can the martial master let down his guard and have a good chat with the poor monk?

Wuda scratched his head embarrassedly, thinking that he might be overthinking.

An old monk who has no quarrel with the world, accidentally glimpses the future and wants to have an in-depth and friendly exchange with himself. As a villain, I feel that one mountain can't accommodate two tigers, so I want to kill people and kill people, shame!

It's rare to have someone to discuss together, and Wu Da made his origin and doubts clear.

Finally, Wu Da asked, "I really can't figure out what I belong to, is it a time travel, or is it a parallel world, why can I keep a memory?"

Zen Master Yuantong lowered his head and thought for a while, before he slowly said: "The poor monk's cultivation is shallow, and he can't answer the donor's questions. But every drink and peck, there is a reason. It is not a good thing that the donor can have the opportunity to live again. ”

"Is this true?" said Wuda, who had the biggest doubt in his heart.

If all this is a dream, a game played by some higher wisdom, what is the point of one's own perseverance and efforts?

Yuantong shouted: "Idiot, wake up! What is true and what is false, as long as you have a clear conscience, you don't live in vain." ”

Wu Da knows this, which is the so-called head drink.

Because it was a little farther away, Yuantong didn't give Wuda a chance to give him a stick, so he only had a scolding left. Otherwise, with the temperament of this old urchin, it is estimated that he would not mind adding a horn to Wu Da's head.

Lin Shiying, who was guarding outside the door, didn't know that seeing Wuda was never serious, her heart was already up and down. Hearing Yuantong shouting again, I thought that Wu Da had beaten the old monk half to death.

Although it is said that it is just a person and it will not cause much trouble, it is not a good thing after all. In case, Wu Da misses and kills the old monk, it will also be a trouble.

As soon as Lin Shiying pushed open the door, she heard a woman running over, wearing a cheongsam, but her steps were very neat, and the two teas she was holding did not shake in the slightest.

Lin Shiying, who opened the door slightly, nodded in thanks, and the cheongsam woman went in.

"The master drinks tea. ”

The woman first offered a lamp to Yuantong, and then turned around and gave Wuda a lamp.

Wu Dayi looked up: "Is it you?"

"Is that you?" the woman serving the tea was also surprised.

The two of them spoke at the same time, saying the same thing, and the tone was also very similar, both of them were surprised with disgust, and there was a trace of doubt in the disgust.

What Wu Da suspected was that when did Sophia recognize Yuantong as a master? A monk is not suitable for accepting a female disciple.

What Sophia suspects is that the master is old and confused? The destined person who made her wait for a few days is Wu Da's soul?

"This is Nan, your Nan. ”

Seeing that Wu Da was confused and full of disbelief, Yuantong Zen Master explained a little: "Back then, I was moved by the dust and traveled abroad......"

Wu Da pursed his lips and thought to himself: Could it be that there is some bloody drama with Sophia's mother, and Sophia is actually Yuantong's daughter?

Yuantong waved his hand: "Naughty." Do not be disrespectful to the deceased. ”

Wuda was amazed, I didn't say anything, he could guess my thoughts. Is it the profundity of Buddhism, or is it proficient in micro-expression analysis?

Seeing that Wuda was serious, Yuantong continued to tell the story.

The story is actually very simple, not bloody at all, and there is no mess.

When Zen Master Yuantong was a small novice, he received the kindness of the old man Wei Zhonghuang. YTO promised others that they would repay if they had the opportunity in the future.

More than half a century has passed, and the little novice has become an enlightened monk, and the gangster has become a rich man. I just thought that there was nothing to do with this life, and YTO would definitely go away with regrets.

Unexpectedly, Sophia, who had been in the imperial capital for many days, had no hope of investment, and was extremely bored, went to Fulong Temple to offer incense. Yuantong knew that the fate was over, so he took the initiative to recognize Sophia, a registered disciple.

In Southeast Asia, it is very common for famous monks to accept a few celebrities from lay families as disciples, and Sophia does not care.

Yuantong was bored, but when he was bored, he calculated Sophia's future, and actually had a relationship with Wuda, which really surprised him - although he didn't wear glasses - this is why today's meeting happened.

After the story was told, Lin Shiying, who followed up, began to ask: "Zen master, this is the south, southeast, northwest, and south? Could you be mistaken?"

Yuantong smiled and shook his head: "There is providence in the underworld, how can fate be reasoned? If you don't like it today, it doesn't mean that you won't like it tomorrow." If you don't like it tomorrow, it doesn't mean you don't like it the day after tomorrow. The day after tomorrow......"

"Stop!" Wu Da hurriedly stopped, "You are so obviously flooded, the audience will scold the mother." Let's not talk about it if you like it or not, I'll just ask, are you kidding me?"

A monk, who does not honestly recite scriptures and participate in Zen, part-time fortune-telling, face-to-face, this is also doing the work of a matchmaker, and he is also a yi

Matchmaker - to introduce a married man to a mistress, isn't it yi

Matchmaker?

"The fetters of the world are shit to me. For you," the old monk looked around at the three of them, "and it will be the same in the future." Don't let because of petty selfish desires and petty rules, cause Lao Yan to fly apart and lovers become enemies. Remember, remember. ”

After speaking, the old monk closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Three days later, Zen Master Yuantong passed away.

When I was leaving, some disciples wept bitterly, and the Zen master smiled and said, "I have already peeked into the avenue, just to throw away this stinky skin and find a perfect master, so that I am worthy of the name given to me by the master." What is the sorrow?"