"Master, that young man is similar to you. ”

Gu Ren said.

"That's how young me ......"

The old monk had a slight smile on his face, as if he had fallen into a long memory.

"I didn't expect the master to have such a lucky thing in Hongchen. ”

The corners of Gu Ren's mouth curled.

The first thing ordinary monks do is to break off seven emotions and six desires, but this old monk has deep roots in love and is very different.

"It's a pity......"

The old monk slowly closed his eyes and sighed softly.

The picture changes, the young man's black hair falls to the ground, his green robe is draped, and he holds a prayer wheel, standing on the high platform of the towering monastery, followed by the monks behind him, and all the people from all over the world worship.

His dark eyes stared ahead, and in front of him stood a ragged, blood-stained woman tied to a towering wooden shelf, with firewood stacked high above her, her red and swollen eyes staring at him.

"Kill her!"

"Burned her—"

"Burn this blasphemous demon girl!"

The people shouted with great might.

The young man's lips trembled slightly, and he slowly closed his eyes.

At this time, an old monk behind him walked slowly and walked to the high platform, and the monks made way of a passage.

The old monk walked up to the young man, stretched out his hand, and a burning torch appeared, and handed it to the young man.

The boy shuddered, and took the torch with a trembling hand.

"Burn her!"

"Burn the Enchantress—"

The call of the people sounded again, and the sound was so great that it overshadowed the waves.

The old monk gently pushed the palm of his hand, and the young man floated out like a ball of fluttering feathers and landed in front of the wooden frame.

All the monks are one. The sound of dense chanting sounded.

The boy looked at the woman. The woman looked at the boy.

Half ringing. The boy gritted his teeth, raised his torch tremblingly, and walked forward. However, instead of a pyre, it was a rope tied to the girl's arm.

"What do you do!"

"Oh my God, what ...... little living Buddha has to do"

The people were boiling.

The monks on the high platform stopped chanting and looked at the young man in surprise.

The boy threw on the torch and stepped forward to support the woman. He got out of the pyre, let go of the woman, picked up the torch and turned around and walked up to the pyre.

"I don't go to hell, who does. I'll trade my life for her!"

The sonorous and powerful voice of the young man echoed throughout the mountaintop, turning the prayer wheel, and layers of energy rippled like ripples.

The torch in his hand was thrown on the pyre at his feet.

"No! you can't!"

The woman hurriedly pounced on the pyre, but a ripple of energy rippled and bounced the woman away. Obviously, the prayer wheel was a ritual instrument, and when it turned, it was isolated from the pyre and the surrounding area.

A raging fire burns...... Almost instantly, the firewood under the young man turned into a monstrous flame.

"No!

The crowd panicked and rushed up. Many monks on the high platform were also in chaos...... Some people jumped off the high platform and rushed in.

"No...... You can't do that!"

The woman got up hysterically and rushed forward again. But it was still bounced out by that layer of energy.

"Alas!"

The old monk on the high platform sighed softly and waved his arm slightly. A strong wind appeared out of thin air and blew towards the pyre.

The raging fire was extinguished in an instant.

The boy standing on it was caught by a force and flew back to the high platform.

The picture fades into blur.

Before disappearing, the majestic voice of the old monk echoed through the heavens and the earth.

"The thirteenth generation of reincarnated living Buddha Jam Tso violated the mandate of heaven and violated the taboo of Buddhism, and was imprisoned in the abyss of Jialuo, never to be released!"

The picture is completely gone.

……

"Very impressed......"

Gu Ren's eyes were inadvertently moistened, and his heart was full of emotion.

Sometimes a man's promise to a woman is not a thousand sweet words, nor is it a thousand ways to please him...... It's about reaching out as soon as the other party needs help, and when they encounter danger, they are the first to stand in front......

“…… Xiaoyou is not such a person, if not, how can Xiaoyou enter the world of mind. ”

The old monk said with a smile.

"The master lifted. Ignorance...... How did that girl end?"

Gu Ren seemed to have guessed the ending, but he didn't want to believe it, so he asked more.

"She was taken away by the messengers of the gods. ”

The old monk stared intently at the western sky.

"That's fine, at least there's a glimmer of hope. ”

Gu Ren said.

"Yes, it's better to have a glimmer of hope than no hope...... Unfortunately, I can't wait for that day......"

The old monk's expression was gloomy.

"Why?"

Gu Ren was puzzled.

"I'm running out of time, let's get down to business. This is a nine-eyed dzi, a token of my childhood with her. You help me deliver it to her, or to her grave. My wish was granted. As a reward, I give you this Prajna Sutra and the prayer wheel that I have carried for many years. This "Prajna Forgetting Life Sutra" is a rare secret for cultivating spiritual power, and regular cultivation will not only greatly benefit your damaged Yuan Spirit, but also condense the Yuan Shen and step into the Dao realm as soon as possible...... There is also this prayer wheel, which condenses my life's cultivation, and is also regarded as a medium-grade talisman magic weapon, when encountering danger, you can simply shake it gently to urge the defense enchantment to protect you. ”

The old monk's palm stroked lightly, and a dense Sanskrit character hovered in front of him.

"Master, I haven't said yes yet. ”

Gu Ren said, although this scripture and prayer wheel are treasures, and the old monk is about to die, he can't lie to him.

After so many years, after the little girl was taken away by the messenger of the gods, was she alive or dead, where did she go, I don't know at all, where to look for it?

"With the current level of damage to your Yuan Spirit, you can only agree. Only by cultivating my Prajna Forgetfulness Sutra can you temporarily control your injuries, and the prayer wheel can also protect you from spiritual spell attacks. ”

The old monk waved his hand, and the dense Sanskrit characters turned into a streamer of light, and Shang Future's urgent reaction had already appeared in his mind.

"Master, I'm worried that I won't be able to find her!"

Gu Ren hurriedly said, he really wanted to take advantage of others for no reason.

"Don't worry! Being able to enter the world of my mind at the last moment when I disappear means that you are destined to make up for the last regret in my life......"

The old monk's body began to blur and collapse, like a crumpled starlight.

“…… Then master, you can at least leave a little clue......"

Gu Ren stood up with a whirlwind.

"Origination, Origin, Origin, Death...... Everything in the world has long been destined, Xiaoyou only needs to remember her name, there is no need to deliberately seek, sooner or later she will find it...... Her name is Jianyang Dawa......"

The old monk's body completely turned into a point of light, and after leaving this last sentence, it disappeared completely......

"Hey......"

Gu Ren sighed, and suddenly sounded, what about the token nine-eyed dzi, and the magic weapon of the prayer wheel that condensed the old monk's lifelong cultivation?

It doesn't seem to have been given to him?

Turning around, the sunny world in front of me began to crumble......

The sky was spinning, and everything in front of me was blurred.

A sharp pain in the brain......

Airplanes......

……

"Hey, are you alive or dead, and if you don't wake up, I'll be gone!"

A woman's voice rang in his ears. (To be continued.) )