The little monk's mind is like a dilapidated old movie projecting the past history, and the memories of the past gradually emerge in his mind.

The camera turned again, and a kind old monk clasped his hands in mid-air, looking at the two people in front of him calmly, wearing a purple robe and a black-clothed man confronting him...

The final result was slowly presented in front of the little monk's eyes, the old monk desperately released a trick, a green ox and a demonic ancient Buddha were seriously injured, and fled the battlefield, and then he also lost consciousness......

"It's been five years, and the master has passed away......"

"Master...... It hurts so much here... Green Cow, Demon Buddha" The little monk's eyes became red, the corners of his mouth kept overflowing with blood, and a little pink face was actually written so enchanting under the illumination of the moonlight.

Suddenly, a neutral voice said, "Why can't you get along with yourself? The skin of the mouth is bitten, doesn't it hurt? ”

"It hurts, but it's not as painful as the heart!" Little Lingjue's fingertips began to drip blood.

has already been injured once, Xiao Lingjue can only accumulate that pain in his heart, but he has no task expression on his face, and the word calm is written on his calm face.

And after the old monk said that, from beginning to end, the monk who was meditating by the stream did not have the slightest word, as if he was in meditation.

Xiao Lingjue also sat quietly on the side, holding his head in his hands, looking at the old monk.

Inexplicably, Xiao Lingjue felt relaxed and happy, as if the stability of the old monk also affected his mood, and for a while, the emotions in his heart were swept away.

Whether it's reluctance, longing, unknown, or confusion......

It's all gone.

In his eyes, the only thing he could see was heaven and earth.

There are only stars in the sky, and the stars hang down the plains. The reflection in the stream, like a firefly, made his heart peaceful.

It turned out that ....... unconsciously, it was already on the willow tops of the moon, and the night was approaching.

But Xiao Lingjue seems to be caught in this kind of scenery, and inexplicably he has a sense of peace of mind here, as if ...... This is where he really belongs.

He was immersed in it, his face was also resolute, and his eyes kept flashing.

Even the old monk had opened his eyes and looked at him, but he didn't notice it.

"It's been five years, and the baby whose life was hanging by a thread back then has become like this, but it seems that Lao Wei still underestimated the strength of the person who made the shot, and now ....... still has no time." The old monk looked at Xiao Lingjue and muttered to himself.

At this time, Xiao Ling was like an old hermit, and there was nothing in this world that could arouse his interest, and he didn't react to the old monk next to him at all.

But the old monk really felt that this little monk had an incomparable murderous aura on his body, and he was afraid that he had a killing intent, but it was not aimed at himself.

"But in this situation, it is impossible for him to go up the mountain, but I want to lead him in, and it is impossible not to be detected by the first seat of the hidden anger." The old monk whispered.

"Eh, fate is ill-fated, and heaven is destined. I really don't know what kind of identity this child is. The old monk whispered, and above the old monk's face, it became more and more solemn.

But in this solemnity, there is a bit of helplessness.

The old monk waited for a long time, but he didn't see the little monk respond to him, he asked with a smile: "Little guy, don't you want to ask who I am?" ”

The little monk lowered his eyebrows and said lightly: "If the master wants to tell me, why should I ask?" If the Master didn't want to tell me, how could I ask? So it's better not to talk about it, and the master will naturally tell me the Dharma name at that time. ”

The old monk laughed heartily and said, "You little monk is as clever as a monkey, so can you tell the old monk about your origin?" ”

Xiao Lingjue raised his head, revealing a resolute face, and said with burning eyes: "The poor monk's name is Forget Chen, he comes from a small temple in the wilderness outside the 100,000 mountains, and he only participates in the Wild Fox Zen, dare to ask the master what advice he has?" ”

"Forget the dust, good name! Forget all the troubles of the world, and the flowers on the other side will bloom across the world. The old monk nodded and smiled with great satisfaction.

Xiao Lingjue didn't explain much, although it was said to forget the troubles of the mortal world, but some debts would eventually need blood to pay, if the Heavenly Dao could not preside over justice for himself, the poor monk would send them into reincarnation.

After five years of tempering, the heart has also been polished a lot, if the little monk in the war five years ago is still a piece of jade, he already knows how to hide his edge.

The little monk smiled and asked, "Listening to what Uncle Li said, it was once a master who saved a poor monk?" The little monk guessed that the master must be you! The poor monk has thanked the master here. ”

"Amitabha, monks are good at doing good deeds and accumulating virtues, this is just the work of a poor monk." The old monk waved his hand and signaled that the little monk did not need to thank him.

It's just that the little monk said with a little apology: "But this jade Guanyin given by the master really made the little monk ruined, and I really can't help it." ”

The little monk took out a blood-colored Guanyin from his arms, and the old monk reached out to take the jade Guanyin, and was immediately shocked, and said in a trembling voice: "You idiot, how much resentment have you committed?" How can you become a Buddha in this way? ”

Originally, a piece of jade Guanyin that had been consecrated without flaws was actually covered with fine broken lines at the moment, which could have played a role in calming the mind and calming the jade Guanyin, but it actually made the old monk feel a trace of anger.

"The poor monk's wish is indeed unfulfilled, if he becomes a Buddha, also, if he fails to fulfill his wish, then what is the use of the poor monk becoming a Buddha?" The little monk stared at the old monk with burning eyes, as if waiting for the old monk's answer.

"You...... Just say this in front of the poor monks, don't spread it! Otherwise, you will become the target of the world's Buddhist disciples. ”

The old monk persuaded in a heartfelt tone, he really didn't know what this little novice had gone through.

Xiao Lingjue naturally understood, and he also knew that this master seemed to be a reasonable person, otherwise he would not have said such a rebellious thing.

The old monk sighed again: "It's okay if this Jade Buddha is broken, but with your current strength, I'm afraid it will be difficult to fulfill your wishes, are you willing to practice with me?" ”

The little monk shook his head and said, "The poor monk already has a teacher, so it's inconvenient to worship others as teachers." ”

Although the little monk worshipped the two masters, Coat Neng and the Master of the Seven Sins, the little monk followed Huineng to practice Buddhism and Xuangong, and the Master of the Seven Sins only taught the little monk to practice Danshu and medicine, so it could not be confused, and the little monk could only regretfully refuse him.

The old monk shook his head and saw that the little monk actually wanted to follow his own practice, but there was something in his heart that he couldn't let go.

"You don't need to apprentice, just follow me as a Dharma protector for a few years."

"Okay!"