Fire!

The boundless fire, with its joy, enveloped me and burned.

The old monk is in my arms at the moment, still breathing his last.

"Old monk, don't die!"

I gritted my teeth and pulled out the wooden cone on my shoulder blades, and blood burst out in an instant, covering the old monk's face. I didn't have time to care about this, so I grabbed the old monk's waist with one hand and put him on my shoulder.

The impact of the weight of the body, even if it is as powerful as me, I can't help but stumble under my feet.

The eyes were full of fire, on the windows, on the doors, on the shelves, on the tables, on the beams, all you could see was the ghost-like flames, and the dust flew all over the sky after scorching, and when it fell on the skin, it was a blood blister, and between the snorts, it was even more scorching, almost suffocating.

I couldn't get out of the door, and when I came in to look for the old monk, the beams of the house collapsed and landed in front of the door, from which the wooden cone of my shoulder blades came. And the window ......

Vaguely discerning the direction, I rushed forward in three or two steps, and smashed the charcoal-burned window with one punch, and the ashes flew all over my eyes, and even the wall collapsed by a small half, just enough for me to leave with the old monk.

Out of the house, the coolness of the wind in that moment made my whole person come back to my senses, and quickly transported the old monk to a safe place, leaning on the stone statue of the green ox, the whole person was paralyzed.

It was only then that the world seemed to return to me, and the monks were in a hurry to splash water and shout, the "whirring" sound of burning houses, the "crackling" sound of wood cracking in high heat, and the roar of collapsing walls.

I gasped and exhaled the burning heat in my chest.

"Blood, you bleed......"

The old monk's voice was so faint, and in this noise, I heard it clearly, and hurriedly turned my head to the side, overjoyed: "Old monk, you are awake!"

"Toad, you're bleeding. The old monk said, his right hand pointed weakly at my shoulder blade, and his eyes were full of worry.

I looked down, but grinned, reached out and pointed at my acupoint to stop the bleeding, and said nonchalantly: "It looks terrifying, but it actually pierces the mouth, and for people like me, this injury is the same as no injury." ”

"Silly, silly!"

"Okay, okay, stupid is stupid!" I saw that the old monk didn't even have the strength to laugh, and the worry in my heart deepened: "How are you? Who hurt you like this?"

The old monk shook his head, and was about to speak, when Mingjue led three or two disciples from the Discipline Academy.

"Host, host, how are you?"

Mingjue's concern is very fake—I've always felt so, and that worry is like the kind of perfunctory care that I should care about at this moment. I leaned back on the hind legs of the statue of the green ox, looked at my nose and my nose, and let him pretend.

"Ah, sir, how can you have such a wound on your body? Who is so cruel to ...... you?"

Mingjue's voice was loud, and my brow furrowed, worried and deep.

The old monk's injuries were very serious, and his chest was directly broken by something I don't know, and his heart was gouged. Most of the blood on my body is his, and he doesn't know it.

The cultivation of the old monk is very profound, so high and deep that he can travel thousands of miles, he can ride the wind and waves, he can dive into the deep sea, and he can level thousands of mountains. It is said that he has already reached the realm of heaven and man, cultivated the golden body of an Arhat, and is only one step away from becoming a Buddha and an ancestor.

What kind of person can break the golden body of the old monk, rip out the heart of the old monk, and not alarm the monks of the entire Tianjue Temple?

I can't help but recall that when I stepped out of my meditation room, the figure I saw was shrouded in a layer of darkness, and I only felt that my body was long and well-proportioned. However, the moment he turned around and his eyes swept over the old monk's meditation room, I saw his eyes, which I will never remember for the rest of my life, even if they were burned to ashes.

Eyes and pupils, eyes become the sun and the moon, absorb all the brilliance, deep and invisible!

Thinking of this, my heart is cold, it must not be ordinary people.

I couldn't help but look at the old monk's wound, the wound had stopped bleeding at this time, his blood was faintly golden, extremely holy, but the big hole in the bowl, as if it was going to suck people's eyes into it, it was very terrifying.

"Jin Toad, it must be the bad luck you bring! You filthy and pickled wild seed, you have been picking you up and raising you for eighteen years in vain, and you have repaid him like this!" Mingjue suddenly got up, pointed at my nose and scolded, God knows, a so-called enlightened monk scolds people with a face that is better than mortals, and he can't see where to go.

I watched him quietly, and it wasn't once or twice that he scolded me like this, I was used to it.

Not only Mingjue, but most of the monks in Tianjue Temple treated me unfavorably, saying that I was a monster and that I was a goblin. But to say that I am a wild seed, only enlightenment.

"Yes, it must be the disaster caused by your monster again, the presiding over the Tao for many years, the Buddha's light is shining, how can you suffer this disaster?

"That's it, you monster hurry up and get out of Tianjue Temple, don't bother me and wait again!"

This time it was good, it was quiet for a while, and there was another noise next to the ear.

"Noise!"

I muttered, turned my head and took the old monk back into my arms. The old monk's body was much lighter, and when he hugged it gently, he leaned softly against my chest.

"Old monk, my blood can be flesh and bones, but I don't know if I can make you a heart. Bear with me, I'll try. ”

My fingers condensed, and I made a hole in my fingertips, and the blood dripped down like beads. I hurriedly moved my fingers to the old monk's chest, for fear of wasting it.

"Toad, don't use it, don't waste it. The old monk smiled and gently took my hand away.

"What are you doing here, the host is the golden body of an Arhat, how can you stand your black demon blood!"

I took a deep breath and looked straight at the monk, and my voice was a little colder: "Without my blood, will you save him?"

The monk choked at my question, and I sneered.

Mingjue said: "Jin Toad, let me ask you, but you took advantage of the host's night rest to make your wolf ambition and take away the host's heart?" As we all know, the host's heart is a glass heart, which can wash away all evil obstacles and not fall into reincarnation!"

I frowned, my heart burning with fire. I looked at Ming Jue tightly, and my voice was cut to pieces by my teeth: "You say, I'm going to kill the old monk?"

He can scold me for being a demon, a demon, or a wild seed, but he can't slander me for harming the old monk!

The person who loves me the most in the world is the old monk! The person who loves the old monk the most is me! Even if I die, I won't hurt the old monk a single hair!

How dare he!

I gently put down the old monk, and my right hand was already a fist.

My eyes were bloody.

My eyes were red, my heart was beating like a drum, the anger that seemed to burst my chest, and I couldn't get all these years of grievances back at this moment!

"Toad, you are disobedient again, you keep telling you to be angry, angry, why can't you teach it?"

The old monk coughed, stretched out his hand, and gently covered my eyes.

His hands were so cold that I shivered.

"Why are your hands so cold?" I asked him with a frown, but I didn't dare to move again, for fear of hurting him again.

"Toad, what will you do if I die...... Ahem......"

I can clearly feel that the vitality of the old monk is gradually dissipating, and I am sad and distressed, and I can't stop it. "If you're worried, don't die. ”

"Haha, people are inherently dead......"

I felt the old monk's hands trembling and trying to stretch up. I thought he was going to touch my head, just like he did when I was a kid, and he held his hand on the door of my head.

But he just pointed his index finger at the center of my eyebrows.

"It doesn't hurt. He said.

Before I could understand the meaning of his words, my eyebrows hurt like pins and needles, and I panicked, and then my head swelled.

"Yes...... It's a heart mantra......"

As soon as the old monk's words fell, his hand fell from the center of my eyebrows, like a fallen leaf.

......

Do you know the kind of silence that is suddenly pulled into the deep sea? The pressure in all directions makes the body temperature rise rapidly, but it gradually passes, and it is impossible to grasp it, endless, powerless, and helpless.

I looked at the old monk's eyes and lost the last trace of brilliance, and even the sparkling firelight could not recover the temperature. This deep tiredness swept over me, so irritating and irritating, and so helpless that I couldn't even say a decent word.

Nan Wu sassed. The three bodhisattvas.

Murmuring. Nephew him.

Hmmm. Twist the subject. Quasi-Ti Suo Po He. ”

At this time, there was one more voice in my head. This voice is all too familiar to me, it is the sound of the old monk chanting beside my bed for countless nights when I can't sleep.

It's also wonderful to say, every time I am irritable and insomnia, the old monk only needs to recite it a few times, and I will sleep very peacefully, and there will be no nightmares.

But now, how can my heart be still......

But I still tried to breathe deeply, and the old monk poured the last bit of his mental power into my eyebrows, hoping that I could restrain myself......

"Old Monk ......"

I had hot stuff running across my face.

"Host!

"Amitabha!"

Then, Mingjue the monks began to cry, kneeling in front of the old monk's knees one by one, and tears fell.

The death spell then rose, one by one, solemnly and solemnly.

I looked at the old monk with tears in my eyes, and realized that his face was a little red.

In an instant, the old monk's whole person melted into the sparks and dissipated into a cloud of smoke.

"Old Monk ......"

After the smoke vanished, the golden relics fell to the ground, the big ones like berries, and the small ones like broad beans.

"Relics!Ah, so many Vajra relics!" Mingjue couldn't help but exclaim, his face was not calm at all, envy hung on his face, and jealousy was hidden underneath. It is said that the relics were naturally felt by the monks during their lifetime because of the merits of the precepts and wisdom, and of course they did not deserve it!

All I could see was a relic about the size of a pigeon's egg in my left hand, which was much darker than the other glitters.

"Old monk, you still cherish me like this. The corners of my mouth turned upwards and I hid this relic in my sleeve.

Those disciples, weeping and howling, picked up the relics on the ground one by one, as if they had found a treasure.

I stretched out my hand to help, but was drunk: "You demonic barrier, you have harmed the host, do you dare to touch such a holy thing as the host's relics?

"What? Do you have the audacity to tell me to go out?" I looked at the monk, who was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and I didn't know where he had learned such a fierce spirit.

Turning his head to see Mingjue...... Oh, remember, as if that little monk was a disciple of Mingjue.

When Mingjue saw me looking at him, his color turned dark: "Is he not brave enough? Am I enough? Now that the host is no longer there, there will be no place for you in this Tianjue Temple, get out!"

The word "roll" contains the power of the lion roar of Buddhism, and I was instantly expelled from Tianjue Temple for several miles.

It turns out that Mingjue is also a monk who has cultivated the golden body of an Arhat!