Ding Yi didn't know what the word reincarnation of the old monk meant, but this sudden question made waves in his heart, and the kind words pulled him away from the abyss of being about to fall into the devil, Ding Yi valued Jiuyang Divine Skill too much!

Thinking of the danger, his back was drenched, and he said gratefully to the old monk in front of him: "Thank you, master, what does the master's reincarnation mean?" ”

"The poor monk Guan Ding Shaoxia's eyebrows and hair look like an old friend, these decades of sudden meeting, let the old man feel a little emotional, want to know the old man, I am afraid that he will not be alive for a long time, but if it weren't for that person, the old man and the two apprentices will also leave one after another!" After the sweeping monk finished speaking, he was a little nostalgic and couldn't see sadness and joy. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

No wonder! The sweeping monk is immortal, not only because of his deep internal strength, but also because of the help of others, but who will this person be?

Being able to compete with time, this increase in life is not really something that ordinary people can do!

The sweeping monk suddenly said: "Ding Shaoxia, stretch out your hand!" ”

Hand?

Although Ding Yi was stunned, his left hand still stretched out, he believed that the other party would not harm him, after all, he was a holy monk who really saw through the ugliness of life and death, otherwise he would not need to help the demon barrier he entered just now.

"Don't you want to see the signs on your body?"

Thinking of the power of this person in front of him, a wave of hope suddenly appeared in Ding Yi's heart!

I saw the old monk pick up his right hand, trembling on Ding Yi's pulse, this sudden finger drop, Ding Yi felt that the other party's index finger and middle finger were extremely cold, and the pulse couldn't help jumping, under the light at this moment, Ding Fang found out how old the holy monk in front of him was, this is not just his legs in, but half of his body is buried, the old monk's body is thin, not to mention, even the white beard hair is a few, as if it will fall at any time, even the five fingers on his hand are like a few branches wrapped in human skin, It was covered with meat skins.

It's really old, and no one can escape the erosion of time!

When Ding Yizheng sighed to himself, he found that several internal forces had entered the body one after another, and the slipknot of the arm that had just entered was shrunk again, and he quickly returned to the body of the sweeping monk.

Just as he was about to ask, Ding Yizi suddenly shudde, and found that a hot breath came out of thin air in his left hand, and the chill contained in his body was dispelled in an instant. He held his breath, and suddenly clearly sensed that there was a strange true qi in his body, its color was purple, like cigarette smoke, swimming freely, where this qi swam, Ding Yi felt that a heat was dissipating, and the comfort of his body almost aroused the desire to rob it.

"How does the young man feel?" A voice asked slowly, it was the sweeping monk with his eyes closed.

Hearing the question, Ding Yi opened his eyes and saw that the old monk had taken away his right hand, quickly retracted his left hand, stood up straight and stretched out for a moment or two, and knew carefully: "Ding has never felt so comfortable in his body, even if his right arm is still there, he has never had such warmth." ”

"Good, good! Lao Qu guessed that this is the case, this true qi was injected by the person back then, it can be regarded as a miracle of the world, and it has been in the body of the poor monk for more than ten years, Lao Qu can survive for a long time, and he also owes this merit, but it is a pity! After the old monk finished speaking, he sighed and shook his head.

Ding Yi's heart tightened, and he hurriedly said: "Please also ask the master to teach!" ”

The sweeping monk said: "Although this internal force is beneficial to the young man, but for decades, it has long been as thin as silk, I am afraid that it will not cure the suffering of the young man's broken arm, if it is given to the poor monk for ten years, he will be able to figure out the method of luck, and even it is not difficult to create, but the poor monk is now old, this limit is approaching, I am afraid it cannot be maintained, so the only plan for now, only one person can save the young man, but if you want to find this person, I am afraid."

"It's him!"

Ding Yi didn't think about it, and his face turned black after he finished speaking.

"This miraculous skill Lao Ge has a deep experience, not only can repair the body defects, but also nourish the body and replenish the qi, the old man ignores this true qi, can still let the poor monk live for decades longer, one of his internal forces have such an effect, so he must be alive! It's just that his whereabouts are secretive, in the past few decades, there have been no rumors about him in the rivers and lakes, reaching his level, unless he shows up frankly, he may not know even if he is standing in front of you. ”

Hearing this bad news, Ding Yi's heart was cold, and he said without giving up: "Master, I don't know what this person's surname is?" What is the appearance? ”

Who knew that the old monk shook his head and said: "His name Lao Wei didn't ask, and he didn't say it, but every time he wore the night, he found Shaolin in addition to fighting with me, he rarely spoke, and this true qi was also suddenly poured into me, and I don't know what idea he came up with, causing the poor monk to live for decades!" ”

Ding Yi was immediately deflated, the holy monk saw life and death thoroughly, and even complained about the mystery man's sin for letting him live for decades, but he, Ding Yi, wished he could live a long time, preferably to the twenty-first century.

Alas, the same person does not have the same fate, for this nameless and surnameless, and even does not know how to look, how can he find it? He also believes that people who have reached the level of the old monk, this name disdains to ask, and the old monk knows that this great function increases life, but still leaves it in the body and ignores it, which shows that life and death are really no different from him, he is a holy monk who really sees through the vanity!

Alas! It's a pity that he is open-minded, but what should we do if we are little shrimps? The two feasible paths are blocked in the air, and it is very uncomfortable to be on them. But fortunately, it didn't come to the point of despair.

After the life and death of the demon just now, he seems to have seen a little, after all, he still has a martial arts system, and there will always be enough points one day.

Thinking of this, Ding Yi frowned, and it was really good to have a feeling of extravagance in his heart, and he let go of the struggle in his heart a little, and the next moment, the lips of the old monk in front of him moved a few times.

Ding Yi's heart jumped, he didn't think of something, and said hesitantly: "Master, is there another way?" ”

Really!

I saw that the sweeping monk was silent for a long time, and finally said: "Amitabha, Ding Shaoxia is really smart!" This little movement can't escape your eyes, yes, the old man seems to have thought of a shortcut, it seems that he can temporarily suppress the disease of the young man, but it is difficult to say whether it can be cured! ”

After the old monk finished speaking, he sighed, his mood was not as happy as Ding Yi, he only heard him whisper about the faceless, colorless and other Buddhist scriptures rolling in his mouth, like a monk who broke the vows.

Ding Yi saw that the old monk's expression was wrong, so he hurriedly suppressed the surprise in his heart and said, "Does the master have something difficult to say?" Ding hopes to help! ”

"Good, good, good, there is nothing in the heart of the old man, but Shaolin has been nurtured for a hundred years, and it has long been regarded as a sitting home, these decades of lingering, but it is more unclear attachment, these years, it is like a sick child helpless, this old man is gone, I am afraid that there will be disasters, I am afraid that it is into hatred!"

Ding Yi's heart was relieved, neither the method nor the method, it didn't matter, seeing the loneliness and misery of the old monk, he guessed what the old monk was asking for, so he hurriedly bowed down and said: "Master, people are not plants and trees, they can all be affectionate, if the pain of this broken arm can be lightened a lot, Ding is not talented, but he is willing to protect Shaolin for a hundred years!" ”

The old monk nodded, as if relieved of the burden in his heart, and stood up and said: "Thank you Ding Shaoxia for your generosity, Shaolin should have this catastrophe, it is difficult to stand without breaking, in case the temple is destroyed, only Shaoxia can help one or two, and go through some more tribulations that have never existed, so that Shaolin can really grow up." ”

Ding nodded, and did not force it, this temple aid is not necessarily easier than a hundred years, you know, it is to live a thousand years in this world, that is also the twenty years of Tianlong, this is an unspeakable drudgery, on the surface the sweeping monk's concession is that he Ding Yi took advantage, but in fact it is a big loss, but think about it, he and Shaolin do not have much grudge, and there is no inconvenience to be able to help, as long as it can cure the pain of the broken arm, this is nothing.

"Although the old friend's internal martial arts can not be established in a short period of time, but it may not be impossible to take a shortcut, the young man and several martial arts, all the sects and factions seem to be involved, but like the old man's Xuankong apprentice, if the young man wants to suppress, he must find a negative exercise, yin gives birth to yang, yang turns to yin, and the old man can create an extreme skill in a short time."

As soon as the sweeping monk finished speaking, Ding Yi was trembling, and his heart was inexplicably surprised, and he said yes!

This kind of exercise created over time has to be replaced by someone else, he only thinks that the other party is crazy, and even strengthens himself to practice, and he may end up crazy like Ouyang Feng, but this matter is not difficult for a master like a sweeping monk, after all, he has seen too many cheats.

Ding Yi stirred his brain, hoping to find a few cheats, and was even ready to call out the system to prepare for communication, only to listen to the sweeping monk continue: "Ding Shaoxia, this cheat book is not easy, the Yin to the extreme realm can give birth to yang, therefore, Shaoxia must find a good cheatbook, otherwise it may not be beneficial to Shaoxia, but it will be very harmful!" ”

Ding Yi's expression was very good, and he was lucky, the sweeping monk was really a sweeping monk, thinking that he was conceited and saw a lot, but when he entered Shaolin, he was even connected to the magic barrier, and it seemed that his every move was led by the sweeping monk, but unfortunately, although he was erudite and miscellaneous in the Murong family, there were very few first-class cheats, but the cheap father seemed to have practiced a lot, otherwise this Gu Mozhi's 'flame knife' could be used for reference, after all, it was a good exercise.

Ding Yi turned around, until he saw the outside of the house, and then he remembered, isn't there a strange book in this lively river and lake? Coincidentally, this book is the Nine Yin True Scripture that you must take!

What a coincidence, like coming for your own suffering!

That's it! Since the whole world wants this book, then he Ding Yi has to grab it, thinking of this, Ding Yi laughed, these moments of sultry were suddenly dispelled by these hearty laughter, thinking of the future competition, a hot breath surging from the chest, but it was a heroic dry cloud.

He Ding Yi is not afraid of anything, he is afraid of eating the sky, and what can be solved with violence, for Ding Yi, this is not a matter!

"Amitabha, the young man seems to have a solution!"

"Haha, don't hide it from the master, from outside this Shaolin, at this moment the rivers and lakes are very lively for a strange book, coincidentally, this merit is called the Jiuyin True Scripture, which is said to be a strange book of ancient times, it seems that my Jiuyang pure skill seems to have fallen!"

After finishing speaking, Ding Yi said to the sweeping monk: "Master, I am going to say goodbye next, I heard that the Huashan martial arts competition will not be in the future, it seems that the exclusive person who decided this book, so Ding has to rush to make a kick before their competition!" ”

"Amitabha, Ding Shaoxia's internal strength is strong, and his external strength is not weak, this martial arts Yu Er is swimming in the water, but he is relaxed to a certain extent, and he needs to have a good thought! These hands are stained with blood, evil thoughts suddenly arise, the weaker this compassionate thought, the more martial arts stunts will only fall into the magic barrier, I hope the young man will remember one or two, good and good! ”

Ding nodded, knowing that the master in front of him was compassionate, so he said: "Thank you for the master's words, Ding is in his heart and has taken his leave!" After finishing speaking, Ding Yi bowed to the old monk and bowed, walked outside the house, just on the second floor, his body swept away the mountain like a light swallow, and the dark light of the night shone on Ding Yi's body, making him feel more comfortable, he moved on the Shaolin house wall again and again, his body moved like lightning, and in the dark night, a figure quickly went down the mountain.

"Ancestor!" Several people put away their sticks, folded their hands and said respectfully to the sweeping monk.

"Amitabha, this Ding Shaoxia has good thoughts, and he didn't come for Shaolin's mastery, but for Shaolin, it's really a blessing." After speaking, he picked up the brush on the table and slowly transcribed it.

A few people shouted the Buddha's name, took the door and respectfully retreated, met a few times, smiled bitterly, and slowly lurked around, for a moment, the insects and ants in the grass around the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion sounded and chirped, as if they had restored the quiet of a few days ago!

The night is still the same!