Monk Pukong raised his head and took another sip, and after savoring it carefully, he reluctantly put the wine pot aside, and said with a smile: "Remember that after I die, there must be a few pots of this wine in front of the grave, and the monk will drink happily on the road!" ”

Yang Yi also put down the wine jug, lowered his head and was silent.

After being silent for a while, the monk glanced at Yang Yi and said with a smile: "Although you and I are masters and apprentices, we gather less and leave more, and we have never drunk like this." ”

Yang Yi was a little embarrassed and said, "Maybe... It was a mistake for you to accept me as a disciple at the beginning, I didn't honor you, and I didn't inherit your inheritance, which is really unfilial. ”

When the monk Pukong heard this, he also pointed and scolded: "It's okay if you don't say it, as soon as you say this matter as a teacher, you will be angry!" Originally, you were gifted and intelligent, and if you devoted yourself to practicing martial arts, you would definitely succeed in less than 20 years, but you were lazy by nature and unwilling to be diligent, so you wasted this fate given to you by God. ”

On weekdays, Yang Yi would definitely have a poor conversation with the monk, but at this time, he bowed his head and was silent, and he was a disciple who had done something wrong and was being taught by his master.

The monk scolded for a while, but suddenly shook his head and sighed: "That's it, everything respects a fateful word, if you practice martial arts day and night as a teacher, I'm afraid you won't have today's achievements." The monk has lived for all these years, and finally understands a truth, people who practice martial arts, no matter how strong their martial arts are, they can't save the common people with all their might, and if they want to purify all living beings and change this troubled world, they still need to find another way.

You have done a good job in Shuzhong, I listened to Ye Zhen Ye Shi, under your governance, the people live and work in peace and contentment, more than a thousand times better than other places in the Central Plains, and I am happy for you and the Buddha for the teacher. ”

Yang Yi smiled bitterly: "Pudu sentient beings are too noble to do this kind of thing, I can't afford it, I just want to let the people who care about me and the people I care about can live with peace of mind." ”

Monk Pukong nodded and smiled: "Not everyone is born with the benevolence of the world, as a teacher, I only hope that you will not forget your original intention while your desire for power is expanding." ”

Yang Yi looked up at the monk and said with a smile: "Other monks all use scriptures to transform the world, but you only live up to your original intention, and you are not afraid of the Buddha's jokes." ”

The monk laughed: "No matter how profound the Dharma is, it is just words and scriptures, there is no good or evil in all things, where the heart goes, then the Dharma goes, as long as you do it according to your original intention, you will eventually find your own Dharma." ”

Yang Yi nodded: "Don't worry, I'm afraid it's difficult to make me ambitious, but I can do it if I live up to my original intention." ”

Hearing this, Monk Pukong nodded with satisfaction, paused for a moment, and said: "The only thing that can be relieved by the teacher now is Jiuxiao Mountain, if you are free, go to Jiuxiao Mountain for the teacher to have a look..."

As he spoke, Monk Pukong took out the head token of Jiuxiao Mountain Villa from his arms and handed it to Yang Yi.

Yang Yi hesitated for a moment and took it with both hands.

Neither of them spoke, and in the faint light of the candlelight, the position of the owner of the world's first sect, Jiuxiao Mountain Villa, was quietly handed over.

Monk Pukong didn't speak, he knew that although Yang Yi was tired by nature, he was a brave and responsible person, and he would definitely do his best to protect the villa if he took the token.

Yang Yi looked at the extremely heavy token in his hand, which was not heavy in his hand, stood up, knelt on his knees in front of Monk Pukong, and began to kowtow respectfully.

When Yang Yi was forced by the monk to worship him as a teacher, he actually couldn't help himself, and kowtowing was perfunctory, but at this time, he was sincere, and he admired this wine and meat monk master with a common heart, and every time he kowtowed.

"Bang..."

"Bang..."

"Bang..."

After three rings, Monk Pukong looked down at Yang Yi, showed a kind smile, slowly closed his eyes, folded his hands, and chanted a long sentence: "Ami... Buddha ...."

Yang Yi kept bowing to the ground, without raising his head, and faintly tears fell on the wooden floor.

The evening breeze blew in through the window, and the fire of the wick that was already burning on the table was blown by the wind, and then it was slowly extinguished inexorably....

Yang Yi buried his head and called softly with a crying voice: "Master...."

When he raised his head again, the monk Pukong, who was sitting cross-legged and slightly closed his eyes, was already dead, and a generation of grandmasters sat down.

The monk Pukong has been frank all his life, hoeing and punishing evil, resisting foreign criminals, and doing everything a chivalrous should do.

As a monk, he obviously does not fit the image of a monk by eating meat and drinking wine, but in Yang Yi's view, the ordinary Buddha heart is the real Buddha heart, not comparable to those monks who talk about the Dharma all day long but are pedantic and inactive.

As the suzerain of a martial arts sect, Jiuxiao Villa has become a martial arts star side by side with the Valley of Flowers in just over ten years, and under the leadership of Pukong, Jiuxiao Villa has established a decent sect with all the sect morality, and has never compromised with the invading fierce people in the local area for many years.

As a master, Pukong saved Yang Yi from danger several times, but he never reciprocated Yang Yi's apprentice, and Yang Yi didn't even call the word "master" twice.

Yang Yi knelt in the room until dawn, knowing that Master Pukong's body was completely cold, so Yang Yi called in Monkey Jian'er and the others. According to Buddhist customs, Master Pukong was cremated. (Most of the ancient folk customs were buried in the coffin, that is, burial, and only Buddhism was cremated)

Master Pukong's Buddha body was still smiling gently, and was gradually engulfed by the raging fire.

Seeing that Yang Yi was silent, his face was sad, and Fairy Yuntang, who rarely spoke, comforted: "Master Pukong is merciful, and he has tried his best to purify all sentient beings in his life. ”

Yang Yi smiled bitterly: "The monk began to be free and easy in his life, but in fact, he carried too many things, too heavy, I hope he will not become a Buddha, reincarnate as an ordinary person, drink and eat meat freely, maybe he will like it more." ”

Yang Yi was sad in his heart, when he was sighing for the monk, he was not sighing for himself.

Born in troubled times, no one wants to fight and kill all day long, and worry about the common people all day long.

Over the years, Yang Yi has experienced countless lives and deaths to know how ignorant people are to be discontented.

In the previous life, Yang Yi lost himself in the busy city life, boring, boring, and boredom filled that tired heart, and when he was used to seeing the deep misery and cruel life and death in the troubled times, he realized how hard a boring and dull life was.

In all dynasties, in order to create the kind of ordinary life that modern people are tired of, how many people have died, how many families have been broken, and how many souls have not been able to live in peace.

People always like this mountain and look at the mountain, but only those who have experienced it know that in the high mountain covered by clouds and mist opposite, there is no beautiful scenery that people yearn for, only the demon who despises the living beings, and regrets it....