Chapter Forty-Seven: The Monk of the Restaurant

"......" The old man glared at her for a moment, speechless for a moment, but his hands became weaker and weaker.

"After all, you can't see through ......"

There are thousands of things in this world, who dares to say that it is easy to see through.

The so-called seeing through is just an excuse for experiencing too much self-deception.

"Your obsession with seeing through is itself an obsession." Zhou Zhang changed his breath and said slowly.

The old man's hand had no strength to continue to grasp her, and the plain-clothed girl stretched out her snow-white hand and grabbed him, not disliking the hands at all, which were thin and ugly, like dried corpses.

"It's better to be." The old man's voice seemed to be softer, but his expression was still calm at first sight, and only those eyes could reveal the reluctance to die and the yearning for life.

It's really strange, why are you so persistent knowing that life is hard.

"Rabbit ......," said the old man suddenly, "I am forever obsessed with finding an answer, but in the process of pursuit, it seems that even the questions to which I want to know the answers have been lost, so I go back to my questions, all paradoxical, but everything seems to be related to my answers and questions, and I don't want to believe what others say, and I can't find the results...... Am I sick? ”

Well, I was sick and forgot to take my medicine.

Looking at this inexplicably lively old man in the last sentence, the corners of Zhou Zhang's mouth twitched slightly, and said: "But isn't life like this, going around and around, and returning to the beginning......"

"Yes, it's also a reincarnation, maybe life is an illusion, and you all live in an illusion." The old man looked at Zhou Zhang's gaze as if it contained nothing, and as if everything was included in it.

"I'm leaving, cremating me when I die, and holding my ashes, maybe it will help you."

"I refuse." Zhou Zhang said immediately.

"A body of skin, if it has no effect, it is better to discard it, and it is not worthy of respect."

"......" Zhou Zhang pursed his lips, "Okay." ”

"I do." The old man looked at Zhou Zhang and smiled with relief, as if he wanted to reach out and touch Zhou Zhang's head, but he didn't have the strength.

Zhou Zhang rubbed his head on the old man's dry hands, raised his head, and the old man closed his eyes quietly.

The old man's last voice was fixed on the two words "I wish", a lifetime of practice, to a stranger who has only met once as a gift, who can willingly say my wish?

He can, he wills, it's his freedom.

Just because he is, Lingshan Golden Cicada.

Yes, when he saw this person for the second time, Zhou Zhang had already determined the identity of this person, and it was usually good to say that when he was about to die, at the moment of reincarnation, the breath was leaked a little after all.

The second disciple of Rulai, the golden cicada...... Although Tang Seng really doesn't like the original Journey to the West, she has to respect such a golden cicada.

The golden cicada is kind, persistent, not hypocritical, but also free and unconventional.

Only, it won't be as pedantic as the original Journey to the West, not arguing about shemales, and not distinguishing between right and wrong.

This person's life is like a cuckoo on the side, even if it is common, it blooms extremely hotly, and it is like a fire that will not be extinguished.

"Zhou Zhang."

Xuan Ning's voice sounded a little hesitantly, Zhou Zhang raised his head, and then realized that he didn't know when a tear flowed from his eyes.

Groove ...... What the hell is going on!?

An old man who has only met once, what happened to her to be so sad?!

While wiping away his tears viciously, Zhou Zhang instructed Zhang Yu to negotiate with the family of this historian, and Zhou Zhang found out that these historians had three wives and concubines and four children......

It's really yours, golden cicada......

The corners of her mouth twitched, and she couldn't express her feelings, and no one could describe how she felt when she knew that Tang Seng had a wife and concubine.

In this life, although this historian did not practice Buddhism, but after all, he is the reincarnation of a monk, and entering the world is also a kind of practice.

She was almost hungry and crying, she was obviously really hungry, and she had to come to this old man who was about to die first, decay!

was munching on a carrot, and the conversation between the two people next to him attracted Zhou Zhang's attention.

"What a bad luck! How could you meet such a shameless person. "That person has cultivation on his body, probably the appearance of the Yuan Infancy, I don't know how many times better than the garbage Zhang Yu.

However, it is not easy to meet a disciple of the Qi refining stage in the mortal world, and seeing an old monster in the Yuan Infant stage, Zhou Zhang still has to admire his luck.

Just by having a meal, you can meet two such monks......

"Relying on his Mahayana cultivation to rob at will, all kinds of elixirs have been looted by him, if this person knows where the Tushi Palace is, it is estimated that he can directly kill the Tushi Palace and rob it clean!" The man was quite angry, and the other person reluctantly poured him a cup of tea, "Calm down, you speak slowly." ”

"Didn't you meet it? Just that old Taoist in black, he really didn't look good. ”

The carrot in Zhou Zhang's hand paused, looking at it like this, a cute girl in white was like snow, holding a half-gnawed carrot in her hand, and two carrot dregs at the corner of her mouth, which looked inexplicably a little cute.

However, she soon came to her senses, and happily waited for the two monks to continue their discussion.

Excuse me, soundproof enchantment?

Ah, it seems that there is a fairy next to me, so naturally I don't have to worry about not being able to eavesdrop on what I want to eavesdrop.

"Me? As far as my poor barehead look, the gentleman on the beam must take a detour when he sees it, so as not to get bad luck and be afraid of something. ”

"Not necessarily." The monk looked around, knowing that with the soundproof enchantment he would not be overheard, he still lowered his voice, "Look at the situation of the black-clothed Taoist, I'm afraid that he was injured, and most of the things he robbed were pills, the kind that can treat injuries, I remember that you have a heavenly potato vine ......"

The pauper's face changed instantly, "You said he might have set his sights on my Heavenly Potato Vine?" ”

"Probably but ......"

"I'm sorry for both of you." Zhou Zhang felt that it was enough, she stepped forward and said with a smile, "Offended." ”

Before the two of them had time to praise the girl's good looks, their faces changed when they heard this, and they were about to react, when they saw a man with a somewhat cold face following the beautiful girl waved his hand, and then ......

And then there was no then, and they didn't know anything.

Arrested the two of them and let Zhang Yu carry them, and when they got out of the restaurant, Xuanning withdrew the trick in the restaurant, and asked suspiciously, "What are you going to do with these two?" ”

"Pig brains." Zhou Zhang was unceremoniously, "The black-clothed Taoist, healing, can't you combine any of these keywords?" ”

"You mean it has something to do with King Jing's Mansion?" Xuan Ning asked.

"Nature."