The old monk hurriedly entered the Jokhang Temple while touching the top and blessing the believers close to him, and after returning to his meditation room, he put on reading glasses, took a small notebook and found a number on a certain page, and dialed it out on an old-fashioned keyphone phone. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Master Ding, I have seen Venerable Zhou Hao." The old monk's first sentence surprised Ding Shan, who was in the imperial capital, and after sitting up straight in his chair, he asked, "Venerable? Master, are you sure he is so capable? ”

"Although the old monk has no other abilities, these eyes will not be wrong." The old monk unconsciously twisted the counting beads in his hand, thinking about the two young people he saw today.

He and Ding Shan are old friends, yesterday Ding Shan called and said that two young people may visit the Jokhang Temple today, let him help take a look and send someone to send two photos. Although he was a little reluctant, he still agreed. But he waited in the temple for a long time, and the two of them did not enter the temple like ordinary tourists, but hid outside to enjoy the scenery from a distance, and he had a faint guess in his heart.

Two young people drove all the way to the temple, sitting outside the monastery and drinking tea quietly, without any intention of visiting. This is the etiquette of Confucianism, Taoism and other cultivators when they encounter the Shijia practice dojo, just as they will not enter the Taoist temple if they are not invited by the master after encountering the Taoist temple. This young man is either an absolute atheist or a cultivator!

In order to fulfill his promise to Ding Shan, the old monk had to walk out of the temple gate that he had not stepped out of for decades. It's just that those two young people can't see through themselves, the one named Dai Lin is okay, he can barely see his true body. But that Zhou Hao disappeared in his eyes, and he could only see chaos.

Even if he used all his strength, he would not be able to detect the slightest shadow of Zhou Hao's existence in the world, let alone find out how his cultivation was and which family he belonged to. However, the old monk thinks that if he does his best and still returns in vain, this Zhou Hao is definitely a powerful person who is above the world.

Ding Shan was also silent on the other side of the phone. The old monk is the eighth living Buddha of the Yellow Sect and is also recognized as the strongest cultivator in the world, after many years of reincarnation, he awakened the ability of "his eyes" in this life, and nothing in this world seems to be able to escape his eyes, but today the words "can't see through" actually spit out from his mouth, making Ding Shan feel heavy in his heart all of a sudden.

"Do you think Zhou Hao can play for the country?" Ding Shan finally asked this sentence, which was what he was most interested in Zhou Hao.

"I asked him...... "The smile on the corner of the old monk's mouth became thicker and thicker. A powerful Venerable who pursues heaven and earth and does what he wants, but seeks a clear conscience, Ding Shan actually wants to recruit him, and the old monk thinks this matter is particularly interesting.

After Ding Shan listened to the old monk's conversation with Zhou Hao, he thought that the old monk would be able to use the witty words of the Buddha to slowly persuade Zhou Hao, but now Ding Shan felt that it was a mistake for him to choose the old monk to talk to Zhou Hao.

A sudden appearance and a very direct question: "Would you like to serve your country?" The other actually replied very seriously, "I have my own rules, and now society is not suitable for my existence." "Could it be that they are all cultivated to the point that their brains can't turn?

"So what kind of monk do you think Zhou Hao should belong to?" Although he didn't understand, Dan Ding Shan still had to ask clearly.

"I can't see it, I can't see through it!" The old monk returned softly.

"If Zhou Hao is asked to take action in that matter, do you think it is possible?" Ding Shan asked the last question, which was the one that he and the Führer were most concerned about.

"It's hard to say, but it's better not to!" The old monk hesitated slightly, he really didn't know what Zhou Hao's attitude would be, but he sorted out his thoughts a little and explained to Ding Shan.

"If he is a Confucian cultivator, as long as he talks to Confucianism in the guise of the needs of the country and the general interests of the nation, he will definitely happily obey his fate. It's just that in the last century, Confucianism had almost broken off its inheritance. ”

"If it's a Shi family, it depends on fate. Maybe yes or maybe not, but as long as the government is tougher, the Shi family will be more or less meaningful. Just like me, an old lama, sometimes I do things that I don't like to do. ”

"If it's a Taoist, it depends on chance. When the opportunity comes, you don't have to worry about it, and the Taoist has already taken the initiative to solve it. It's just that incident, the attitude of Taoists who don't want to participate is already obvious, it's a big cause and effect that Taoists don't dare to touch, you really force them, they dare to draw their swords and kill people so as not to mess up their purity. ”

"If it's a witch, it's absolutely useless to look for him about that matter, and if he doesn't do it, he will ruin your plan."

Ding Shan listened to the old monk's possible reaction to that incident and the possible reaction of the four Taoist Confucian Wu families, and was very strange about the old monk's judgment of Wu, and couldn't help asking: "Why does Wu react differently from the other three." ”

"Witches, holding the ritual law, holding the tradition. Wu will only care about the sufferings of the people and the joys and sorrows of ordinary people, and will not care about the thoughts of those in power. Not to mention...... Tantra has some records of witches, if the records are correct, I guess that if he finds out that he has the opportunity to go to another place that has no blood connection with the Huaxia lineage, where there is no ritual tradition and there is still a large number of lives, he will definitely slaughter all lives and take their souls and flesh for their cultivation! ”

"He's not going to be that ruthless, is he?" Ding Shan was made cold by the old monk's words.

"If he is a witch, we should be glad to be in the same Chinese lineage as him. Listen to me, remove the person who is following you, people always have a limit to patience. The old monk suddenly remembered the three people that Zhou Hao suddenly glanced at, and one of the girls should be the secret service officer who told Zhou Hao the specific location on the phone, so he kindly reminded Ding Shan.

"I know, but it's really important, and I still want to try!" Ding Shan was also a little irritable.

"I know that this matter is very important to you, and it is already rare for a cultivator to be able to barely have some peculiarities. However, I still advise you not to force it, and let it be. The old monk pondered for a long time, and once again persuaded Ding Shan not to provoke Zhou Hao.

Chaos may represent the unseeable, but it can also represent darkness, nothingness, and destruction.

The old monk hung up the phone, but muttered a few words softly in his mouth before slumping down on the meditation bed and entering meditation.

After a long time, he suddenly opened his eyes, with a shocked look on his face, but a word clearly spit out from his mouth: Wu!

At this time, it was almost dusk, and on the balcony of a pure Tibetan inn called Guzang on Barkhor Street, Zhou Hao, who was chatting with Dai Lin over beer, suddenly smiled slightly when the old monk spit out "witch", and said to himself: "I still figured it out, since this is the case, don't wait for the future, I'll help you today!" After speaking, Zhou Hao took out a transparent crystal the size of a football and a few crystal stones of other colors the size of a thumb from the space.

Seeing this, Dai Lin stopped drinking, and watched as the crystal quickly melted into liquid in Zhou Hao's hands, and some impurities turned into a trace of green smoke and disappeared quickly. The crystal liquid in Zhou Hao's hand became more and more crystal clear, exuding a dreamlike luster and color under the illumination of the light.

While refining this crystal, Zhou Hao's spiritual power quickly radiated and found the old monk in a meditation room in the Jokhang Temple, and after seeing him sitting on the meditation bed with his eyes slightly closed, he said in his heart: "This posture is just right!" Then he quickly visualized the image of the old monk at this time in the sea of knowledge, and said softly in his mouth, "Solid!" ”。

With Zhou Hao's voice, the crystal liquid in his hand changed rapidly.

A cyan lotus flower with six petals was the first to form, and Zhou Hao visualized a lotus flower in his space pool in reality, and there was even a little water drop on the crystal petals.

A crystal figure about a foot tall took shape almost instantaneously. It is an old monk in a red robe with his eyes slightly closed and a compassionate face with his legs crossed, his feet resting on opposite thighs, and his feet falling upwards on top of the lotus. Place your hands flat on your lap and place one palm on top of the other. Put your hands on your back in front of your abdomen, place your right hand on your left hand, and touch your thumbs. A golden crystal condensed, exactly the same as the vajra sent by the old monk during the day, stood in the palm of the old monk's hand.

Dai Lin was curious to watch on the side, and gently touched the vajra with his fingers, but it actually shook a few times without falling, and resumed its posture of hanging in the palm of his hand again.

"Brother Hao, this is the force field you are talking about?" Dai Lin continued to poke the vajra with his fingers, which was as fun as playing with a tumbler when he was a child.

"Yes, you use your witch eyes to look at the witch array I have laid inside." Zhou Hao was very willing to seize every opportunity to tell Dai Lin more about witchcraft, although these contents had been instilled in his sea of knowledge, but the two brothers were more willing to communicate face-to-face.

Dai Lin looked through it with his own witch eyes. In his witch eyes, the figure was no longer transparent, densely packed with countless tiny lines, connected into a mysterious pattern in an inexplicable way, like a formation and a human blood meridian.

"What kind of formation is this, so complicated?"

"Wishing Power Doll!" (To be continued.) )