There was a click, but it was the "Ah Er" in Ding's hand that fell to the ground, and at this moment he ignored it, and his eyes were already looking at the place where he spoke!

"Who?" Ding Yi snorted lightly, his eyes looked sharply, the strange Buddha sound at this moment made his heart tremble, the voice seemed to be a little familiar, his hair instinctively rose, it seemed to be Murong Fu's instinct. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Amitabha! I wonder why the donor visited the house late at night? ”

The person who came slowly from the dark night, and his voice revealed a kind and friendly voice!

I saw that this person was wearing a green shirt and cloth robe, holding a tattered broom, but it was a thin and thin monk, he bowed his head, a pair of focused sweeping floors, and he couldn't see the appearance clearly, only a few sparse white whiskers shook in the dark night, and the irritated Ding eyes contracted his pupils, and the hairs on his body were tied up.

He.. How is he? Didn't he die early?

The old monk was slow, as if he was weak, and when he got close, Ding Fang saw the wrinkles on the monk's face, and the old man with folds and pulls, but his eyes were plain and pure.

It's him, it's really him!

Ding Yi jumped back, he had seen this sweeping monk in Murong Fu's mind, but he was a little older than before, although the other party looked trembling and majestic like he would fall to the ground at any time, but it still made Ding Yi's back sweat.

A person who is already old and dead, and should even be ancient, but suddenly comes to talk to you in the silent night, his face is full of dead skin and wrinkles, everyone is frightened, especially that person's martial arts are not good, what should this thief do?

"Pretend to be a ghost, look at the tricks!"

Ding Yi suppressed the fear, only when someone pretended, it was slapped with a palm, and suddenly a fierce palm wind attacked the old monk, and the scriptures on both sides were loud and loud by the strong internal force, just close to the old monk, he took his white beard fluttering, and the ravines on that face were seen more clearly in the dark night.

The old monk was not touched in any way, and still swept the floor meticulously.

Boom!

It seems that the old monk's ears are scattered, and he has no regard for life and death, Ding Yi's palm instantly slapped the old monk's side back, this strange hand did not make Ding Yi happy, but he felt that it was more and more like the nature of the sweeping monk.

Sure enough, the two handed over, Ding Yijue felt a strong force coming from the other party, and his body was counterattacked backwards, fortunately, he found that the old monk on the opposite side also took a few steps back, but the count was four footprints, which seemed to be one step more than him.

Ahem, ahem!

The old monk trembled all over, panting with his hands on the broom, like an old man in his last years.

If it's really him, Ding has no doubts, but he is older!

Ding Yi's left hand slowed, and the sword that had just been drawn out of his back suddenly entered the sheath, and the internal force could be several times stronger than himself, who else could it be? From Tianlong to Condor Archery, counting him must be one hundred and forty years old, or even more, can he not be old!

Since he was sure that someone was coming, Ding Yi didn't dare to be presumptuous, not that he was afraid, but that the other party was worthy of respect, he respectfully bowed to the old monk and said, "Master! ”

"Good, good! The young man is kind-hearted, it is really the blessing of martial arts, the luck of Shaolin! ”

After the old monk finished speaking, he was stunned when he saw Ding Yi's face, as if he was not sure, his eyes were shining, and he looked at it for a long time before shaking his head and saying, "Like!" It's like! No! ”

Ahem!

It seemed that the trauma was not shallow, and the old monk coughed a few times, and even a red blood stain hung on the corner of the old monk's mouth.

Ding Yi was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly suppressed his panic and said, "Master! ”

"It doesn't matter! It's just that I've lived too long, and I'm sick! The poor monk Guan Shaoxia came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, as if he was looking for something. ”

The sweeping monk looked at life, old age, sickness and death, but he persuaded Ding Yi's guilt, but in the end, his eyes looked at Ding Yi with complicated eyes, as if he was suspicious, and it seemed that he was not looking at Ding Yi at all, but was missing something.

With this kind of look, Ding Yi was full of doubts, could it be that he still remembered Murong Fu?

But thinking about the long past eighty years, this side of the fate may not be remembered in mind, thinking of the holy monk's question, Ding nodded and said: "The master guessed well, Ding came here late at night, but it was to find a scripture book, it is said that this book contains a pure yang divine skill, and I came for this skill!" ”

"Good, good! Poor monk view of the young man's internal strength is strong, already the leader of the martial arts, where can not go in the middle of the world, although the right arm is broken, but they are all hue skin, it should be difficult to help the young man, with all due respect, the young man drew his sword and stood, it seems to be a number of schools mixed together, this is not beneficial in martial arts, the body is hidden in yin and yang, each martial arts also has five elements of attributes, if the multiple doors can not be integrated, it will cause physical defects, and there is no benefit to themselves, which is the future of the 'martial arts barrier, knowledge and seeing barrier' to break the fear is even more difficult! "The old monk is solemn and kind, only Taoist is greedy for martial arts, ignoring the simplification, and can't help but advise.

Ding nodded his head and said respectfully: "What the master said is very true, but Ding Mou came this time and had no choice, Ping Fei is to be greedy for more cheats, after breaking his arm, every time the thunderstorm is wet, the injury has to suffer from acupuncture, and the attack is tiring and tiring, I heard that pure yang gong can cure this disease, it is to visit late at night, I hope the master will teach!" ”

The sweeping monk nodded, and said: "Amitabha, the reason for the young man's broken arm, the old man guessed that it must have been a thunderstorm when he was not healed, and it was a yin qi into the body, and the positive could not be reconciled, this person's body is like a cycle, this broken arm is really harmful to martial arts, forgive the old man for his clumsy eyes, I don't know what book the young man is looking for?" ”

As if to give in, Ding Yi was overjoyed in his heart, and hurriedly said: "This book is called "Ranga Sutra", I.."

Before he finished speaking, he heard the old monk call the Buddha, and only heard: "The young man is afraid to return empty-handed!" ”

Ding Yi was taken aback and said in a panic: "Why did the master say this? ”

You must know that this pure yang skill is Ding Yi's only hope, although there is still Yitian, but he doesn't even know where the points come from, I'm afraid that the hope is also slim.

The old monk said: "The poor monk is very yearning for the "Ranga Sutra", but the old man has been in the temple for more than 100 years, although the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is a Buddhist scripture of 10,000 volumes, but the book is in the heart, but the "Ranga Sutra" is not! ”

Rumble! How can it be?

The words of the holy monk were like a scoop of cold water poured on Ding Yi's boiling head, and the hot mind just now was instantly cold and thorough, he didn't believe that the holy monk in front of him would lie to himself, after all, the other party was really not a treacherous Taoist, but the "Ranga Sutra" would exist when it was in Yitian, why not at this moment? Could it be that this scripture was brought by an outsider?

Ding Yisheng couldn't stop falling backwards, muttering to himself, "How come?" ”

"Amitabha, the world is separated from birth and death, like a void, and wisdom cannot be left without and great compassion; All the Dharma is like an illusion, far away from the mind, and the mind does not have the ability to have and has great compassion...."

The old monk Zhu chanted, the Buddha's words seemed to ripple in the entire attic, and the kind Buddha voice soothed the restless and helpless Ding Yi.

Ding Yi was stunned for a long time, and sighed: "Thank you, master, Ding is too good-looking, by the way, I don't know what Buddha sound the master reads?" Why is there a stock familiar? Ding kept standing up, bowed to the old monk, and saluted.

"The Ranga Sutra!" The old monk coughed a few times.

"What?!"

Ding Yi shouted, what is the word so shocked that the entire attic is shaking, no wonder he will have a familiarity, he looked at Yitian when he was young, and deliberately inquired about the scriptures of the "Lenga Sutra", at that time it was purely curious, although I don't remember how much now, but this thought still has a feeling, thinking of himself on the next one, and when the old monk is playing the Buddha riddle again, he is angry!

"Who?"

The surroundings of the Scripture Pavilion were shocked, but it was Ding Yi's shouting that frightened the lurking monks, and several people hurriedly jumped towards the attic.

Bang bang bang, several people rushed in, whirring a few times, some holding a cane, some subduing tigers, and some strong King Kong, all of them facing Ding Yi behind the old monk with fierce faces.

For a few people who came, Ding Yi didn't pay attention to it, or his mind at the moment was all on the old monk's "Lenga Sutra", so he only stared at the old monk, hoping that he would give an explanation.

A few people didn't dare to be rude, in front of the old monk, they hurriedly bowed their hands, all of them looked respectful, and their eyes were from the bones.

"Amitabha, there is no need for the young man to be angry, this sutra is not the other sutra, just follow me!"

After the old monk finished speaking, he walked towards the small door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion with a broom, this thin back made Ding Yi's heart tremble, and the surging anger was instantly extinguished.

Ding moved his feet one by one, for fear that his footsteps would step on the reflection of the old monk, and he thought that stepping on the shadow of the other party would make someone unlucky and lose his life.

A few people didn't dare to relax, and the four of them moved close to Ding Yi step by step, and the eight pairs of big eyes were bright.

There was a babbling, but it was the old monk who opened the door and stepped in, and the difficult appearance seemed to be an inch-high threshold was also difficult.

In the room, a neat and solemn silence came, not big, it can even be said to be simple, except for a bed, there is also a wooden table, on which are piled up with several old books, and a lamp flickers on it, as if it is dry at any time.

The old monk walked towards the wooden table, sat down on the short stool behind the table, picked up a book of pen and ink on the open scripture, and read: "There is no Nirvana, there is no Nirvana Buddha, there is no Buddha Nirvana, far away from enlightenment!" ”

Ding Yi's heart moved, but he walked in front of the old monk, saw that the old monk did not object, gently picked up the scriptures in front of him, and found that the book was copied not long ago, and the wet handwriting was still visible.

I saw a few lines below the words, and then wrote: "If there is nothing, it is separated from the two, and if the meditation of Muni is far away from life, it is called not taken, and the world after this life is pure."

There are also a few sentences at the top of the page: "Knowing that there is no self in the law of people, troubles and flames, always pure and unphased, and great compassion." ”

Seeing this, Ding Yi's whole body trembled, not to understand anything, but the last sentence of "and Xingda compassion" is very familiar, he muttered several times, only to remember that this is not just a few words of Buddha that the old monk recited in the attic just now?

His face changed greatly, he flipped it again and again, and rubbed his thumb to the first page of the scriptures, only to see that it was written: "The world is separated from life and death, like a void, and wisdom is not able to have nothing but great compassion."

As soon as he finished reading the first sentence, Ding Yi's face turned white, and with a turn of his left hand, the thin cover of a page was flipped open, and several fonts were clearly in his eyes, Ding Yi's face instantly stiffened, and he approached the light!

Ranga Sutra!

Three huge fonts hung on it, and the strokes were quiet and peaceful, and Ding had been looking at the old monk under the lamp in a daze, hoping for an explanation.

"Amitabha, the poor monk views the Shaolin Buddhist scriptures, but the only one is missing, which is to read the scriptures and sort them out, hoping to add one or two to future generations." The old monk's expression remained unchanged.

"Amitabha!" Several of the monks laid down their weapons and all sat down, reverently and respectfully, even choking up a few times.

But the old monk's words to Ding Yi, like a hammer smashed Ding Yi's heart contracted sharply, he hurriedly held the thin scriptures, these few how to hide the scriptures, he did not give up and opened a few books on the table, all of them verified the old monk's words one by one.

"How so? How so? How could this book have just been collected? ”

Although he didn't believe it, Ding Yi knew that Jiuyang Shengong was not in Shaolin at the moment, but it was not yet time to be founded.

Thinking of this possibility, Ding Yi's face turned white and black for a while, and the tossing back and forth between hope and loss had already made him a big mess, and his heart of gain and loss couldn't help but be intertwined.

The monk in front of the door felt that the breath of the man in black was unstable, as if he had been stimulated too much, and this tight and loose internal force stirred their hearts, and several people were engrossed, clutching their weapons with both hands, for fear that Ding Yi would suddenly hurt the old Shaolin monk.

"Amitabha, does the young man believe that there is reincarnation in the world?"

A strange voice sounded in the room, but it was the old monk's sudden question, strange and grotesque.

Ding woke up in an instant, reincarnation? What do you mean? (Do you have a referral ticket?) )