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The old abbot then looked down at the rope tree that was meditating,

"Jizo, do you know the rules of this temple?"

The rope tree raised his head and saw that the abbot had been winking at him, and after knowing it, the rope tree spoke,

"Disciple knows!"

"In that case, Jizo, you come with me, and I will teach you the talents of the immortals of this temple."

After bowing to the Buddha statue in front of him, he got up and followed the old abbot to the meditation room where the abbot practiced all year round.

After entering the meditation room, the old abbot stretched out his hand and motioned for the rope tree to sit on the futon opposite him.

"Jizo, since you have entered my Fire Temple, you should know that it is not easy to practice, and you can maintain yourself well, so that you can cultivate this immortal talent well."

Rope tree nodded in understanding,

"Thank you Abbot for your advice!"

"Jizo, stretch out your hands and close your eyes to take a closer look!"

After hearing the old abbot's instructions, I understood that he wanted to be like Orochimaru, so that he could comprehend this magical power, and these unique abilities were all passed on by word of mouth!

Stretch out your arms, close your eyes, and feel the changes around you.

suddenly

Rope tree felt the two streams of clear from between his arms into his body, the original dark and lightless inner world gradually became golden light, Rope tree looked at this familiar scene, how similar it was to the scene when his godfather appeared!

Before he had time to feel the magic of the immortal's talent, the rope tree felt that the inner world of the golden light began to distort, and a whirlpool appeared at the foot of the rope tree, bringing him into a place of no need.

Slowly open your eyes, surrounded by birds and flowers.

"Rope tree, you're here!"

A burst of Zhengda, but with a hint of warmth, came from behind him.

Rope Tree turned to look, and a middle-aged man in a wide black and white casual outfit with earlobes reaching his shoulders stood behind him.

"Godfather, so you really exist?"

As soon as the rope tree turned his head, he knew who the person was, and saw the middle-aged man smile slightly,

"I exist and I don't exist! Why care about those things? Just believe in your own heart! ”

Looking at the figure in front of him, although it is close at hand, it seems to be far away from the end of the world, like the bright moon in the water.

Putting aside whether there is such a thing or not, the rope tree asked a troubled question in his heart,

"Can you tell me that this Hokage world is real? Why am I here? ”

The white-clothed Rulai smiled slightly,

"The past cannot be traced, the future cannot be expected, all beings are like dream bubbles, what you need to do is to grasp the present!"

The rope tree seemed to understand whether he understood or not, and nodded, this should be to the effect that he should grasp the present, right? I vaguely determined the true body of the Buddha in front of me, which is the current Buddha - Shakyamuni!

"Godfather, I still don't understand, are you talking about this world is a bubble that will disappear in a while? What I'm doing is like falling into a dream? Just being in the middle of it, I can't understand it? ”

Listening to the words of the rope tree, the Buddha shook his head,

"A flower is a world, you are in it, this world is real!"

After the Buddha said this, the world began to become blurred, and a wave of dizziness hit, and in the blink of an eye, the consciousness of the rope tree returned to the meditation room.

Looking at the rope tree that was gradually sobering up, the old abbot nodded to him,

"You should have seen the True Buddha just now! This is one of the abilities of the talent of the immortals, the talent of the immortals you just felt, has such an effect, it means that you have a fate with my Buddha! ”

Rope tree, who was already fully awake, heard the words of the old abbot, and couldn't help but feel a trace of pride in his heart, I am the godson of Rulai, do you say there is a fate?

But he still pretended to be modest,

"Hehe, where is it, the relationship between the godson is not fateful!"

The corners of the old abbot's mouth twitched,

"It's a good thing to have fate, but the cultivation of the talent of the immortals has nothing to do with the cultivation talent of ninjutsu, the progress of the talents of the immortals depends on the state of mind, if the heart is like a rock, you can enter the palace of perfection of this method in the blink of an eye, but if the state of mind is not enough, then no matter how long, the talent of the immortals will not go any further!"

The rope tree looked up at the window slightly, and the corners of his mouth hooked a little,

"I'm a genius! Hum! Don't worry! ”

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A few weeks later, the rope tree squatted depressedly in the small courtyard.

"What's the matter, how come this immortal talent has no clue after coming out of the old abbot's meditation room?"

Xiao Di Lu on the side poked his fingers at the hands that covered his head with the rope tree,

"Little junior brother, don't be depressed, go out with me!"

"How many times have you said that? Don't call me junior brother! Call me Senior Brother! "Rope tree has a fierce face.

"Oh, I know, junior brother~" Xiao Di Lu looked innocent.

The rope tree then knelt on the ground, bent his hands and grabbed the sky, and screamed miserably,

"Oh my God, what sin I did in my last life! Send such a little devil to punish me! ”

Xiao Dilu, who was originally obedient, after getting acquainted with himself, was like a child who had discovered a new toy, pestering himself every day to play with him and practice by himself, he didn't make trouble, he was well-behaved on the side, sitting upright and watching.

Whenever he wanted to talk about him, his eyes were teary and his mouth was pouting. How does this make the already cute rope tree go down to the mouth? I can't help but think of a poem in my heart: This is the same root, why is it too anxious to fry each other!

The rope tree, who was looking up to the sky and screaming, felt a small hand pulling the corner of his clothes, and looked back fiercely,

"What else are you going to do?"

Xiao Dilu was startled by the fierce expression of the rope tree, and secretly patted his chest,

"What are you doing with spicy? I just want you to play with me! Aren't you happy when you play with me? You are so happy and I am so refused? Hum! After speaking, Xiao Dilu pouted the tip of his nose to the side.

The rope tree convulsed all over his body and asked him,

"Who did you learn these words from?"

Xiao Dilu immediately came to the spirit, thinking that this was like a game,

"Of course it was when you and other senior brothers were bragging and farting, I heard it on the side!"

A mouthful of old blood spurted out of the rope tree,

"I, who will take this demon! O little land! I'm wrong, you say, what else do you want to do besides playing with you? , you see I'm vomiting blood! Ahem, you just let me go for a day and let me have a good rest! ”

Xiao Dilu touched the smooth little brain melon with one hand, thought for a moment and said,

"If you call me Senior Brother, I'll go and play with other Senior Brothers!"

Forehead! When the rope tree, who was already lying on the ground vomiting blood, heard this, he dug the ground with his hands in despair!

"Senior brother! What's wrong with you, junior brother? As a senior brother, you should take care of your junior brother! I, you call me a senior brother, and you have nothing to lose! ”

Little children, how do you know what a loss is?

No, I can't take it anymore! The rope tree slammed the ground with his hand,

"Boom!"

Frightened, the little novice took a few steps back.

The rope tree looked at the small land with a fierce face,

Seeing the "I'm so scared" expression on the face of the little novice, the rope tree immediately softened and converted all the grief and anger into a sentence,

"Senior brother, I'll rely on you to cover me in the future!"

The voice was terrible, and the mourning was long gone.