"Old Yan...... Tell me, are we dreaming? ”

Lin Hao looked at the vision in front of him and was a little sluggish.

"You ask me, who do I ask......?"

Yan Shiwen and the others were no better.

Despite the current global chaos, as students of the Transcendent Academy, they are also a kind of supernormal existence.

But the scene in front of them is too subversive of their cognition.

Doesn't it mean that there is only awakening and evolution, and there are no gods and ghosts......

What now?

Looking at that glowing head, their worldview crumbled a little.

Whoever tells them that the gods are superstitious will probably be suspicious.

Chen also recited the Tibetan scriptures, and the Buddha light behind his head gradually bloomed, like a wheel like a cloud.

Just like the fairy Buddha in mythology, the clouds on his head and the cash wheel behind his head shine brightly.

Those star-like eyes became as black as ink, as deep as the sea, and there was a faint sense of immeasurable compassion.

It seems that something rotates, deep and inexhaustible, vague and invisible.

"Daddy! You're back! ”

The seventh master suddenly screamed.

In the golden light of Sanskrit, in front of the yellow clay coffin, a rickety figure appeared.

This is an old man who is as thin as fine wood and whose skin is as withered as an old tree.

A face was full of deep folds, dry and dull, almost without flesh and blood, only a layer of old skin full of gray spots.

It's like a living corpse.

The old man slowly raised his hands, looked at them a few times, and then looked at himself a few times, and a trace of confusion appeared in his dry eyes.

He immediately looked at Chen Yi, who lowered his eyebrows, and sighed in an old hoarse voice: "The holy monk is really powerful, and he is very merciful. ”

Chen Yi paused, and slowly raised his eyelids: "The little monk is ashamed, the old donor, you have created monstrous bad karma, the little monk is shallow, and he has no great mana, so he can't cross you, so he can only send you into reincarnation, and in reincarnation, there is a cycle of heavenly dao and karma." ”

After saying that, he lowered his eyes again and stopped looking.

"Thank you, Holy Monk."

The old man titheed gratefully.

He knew that Chen was also giving him a chance to say his final goodbye to his son.

The old man lowered his head and glanced at his old son, kneeling at his feet, looking up with his head up, looking at him with an idiotic smile, and his dry eyes flashed with pity and reluctance.

Slowly raised a hand like a dry bird's claw, trying to caress the old son's head, but before he could touch it, the dry claw stopped again.

There was a slight bitterness in his eyes, and he slowly withdrew his hand.

"Little Seven Good ......"

Layers of folds, yellow and gray spots on the face, squeezed out a smile, although it pulled out more folds, but it actually made people feel a little kind of love and warmth.

Others thought that the old man would stage a tear-jerking parting of father and son with his old son, but after he said these words, he turned his head.

Looking at the yellow mud coffin behind him, he said with some embarrassment: "This yellow mud coffin was picked up by the river a few years ago,"

"At that time, I was cutting bamboo by the river, and this coffin just floated down the river, and I was shocked, the coffin is not a good thing,"

"It's just, maybe this coffin really has some fate with me, it was stuck by the boulder in the river, and it was washed ashore by the river, just right, it came to me,"

The old man sighed and said: "I was really scared at the time, I wanted to run, but the lid of this coffin was ajar, and I don't know if it was shaken open when it was floating in the river."

"I happened to see that the coffin was empty, there was nothing, and I thought, ah, I'm over 100 years old, maybe lie down today, and I won't be able to get up tomorrow,"

"At this time, give me an empty coffin, and I thought, maybe this is God telling me that my day has come,"

"It's okay, since it's given to me, I'll ask for it, now a coffin doesn't cost the old and the young, and I can save the coffin book and leave it for Xiao Qi,"

"Alas, I just didn't expect it, this coffin is still a treasure......"

The old man's voice was hoarse as sand, as quiet as an abyss, and if it was an ordinary time, it could scare people out of trouble.

Now it hooked the curiosity of Lin Hao and the others, and pricked up his ears.

However, what made them crazy was that the old man did not continue, but looked at Chen Yi: "The old man is a layman, this treasure coffin is in the hands of the old man, it can only harm people, so give it to the holy monk, the holy monk has great magic power and great compassion, I believe that the treasure coffin should still have some effect in the hands of the holy monk,"

"I only hope that the holy monk will be on this point of affection, and on the sake of Xiao Qi's ignorance and innocence, I can take care of it a little, if I really have the opportunity to be reincarnated, even if it is a cow and a horse, I will repay the kindness of the holy monk, even if it is life and life, I will never complain or regret."

As the old man spoke, he knelt on the ground, pulled his old son, who was smiling at himself, and slowly kowtowed to Chen Yi.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

Chen Yi's eyelids trembled slightly, and he whispered a Buddha name, but he didn't respond, so he closed his eyes: "Donor, please go on the road." ”

The words fell, the words were reopened, and the Sanskrit sound reappeared.

A golden avenue suddenly appeared at the old man's feet, stretching all the way into the endless unknown place of the void.

The old man's withered and wrinkled face had a peaceful smile, and he didn't have any resentment because he couldn't get Chen Yi's promise, he just pulled his old son to bow again, and then stood up, moving slowly and hard.

Stretched out his dry hand and paw and stroked it on the top of his old son's head, his face full of love: "Xiao Qi, live well." ”

"Daddy......"

The stupid Seventh Master seemed to feel something at this time, his mouth was pursed, and tears flowed down his eyes.

The old man had lifted his feet, and with one step, he appeared on the other side of the Cotai Strip, which seemed to be extremely far away and seemed to be extremely close.

The old man turned his head again and looked at his old son, his eyes full of reluctance and pity.

After a burst of Sanskrit sounds, he finally stepped into the endless unknown place of the Cotai Avenue.

The sky over the somewhat disgraced Li Uk Village still echoed the last sound he left when he turned around......

"Live Well ......"

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

Chen Yi put down his hands, shook his sleeves, opened his eyes, sighed, and muttered: "There are worries in life, and there are fears in death." Shaohua is fleeting, and illness depends on each other. Love and parting, resentment and hatred. It is also rare to ask, and the five yin are blazing. Red dust is like poison, and all living beings are evil. Sorrowful six senses, sinking into all sufferings......"

"Take the heart as the boat, kindness? Angry too? ”

glanced at the seventh master who was kneeling in front of the coffin, still crying in a daze, and then looked at the wooden paper figures around him, and finally fell in front of him, hanging down the gray curtain.

[Chen Yi's wish: 'Red Dust Suffering' - "Red dust is like poison, and all living beings are evil."] My heart is a boat, and I am crossing the world. ”

Goal: To overcome the suffering beings who are trapped in the red dust with their own hearts. (Progress: 5/10)

Completion Rewards: 1. Willpower? ,2、The number of four-product lottery draws x1,3、"Nirvana wonderful heart, such as Tibetan nature" unsealed a layer. 】

This task, which has not been touched for a long time, has finally jumped up again.

But Chen Yi was not happy.

It seems that every time this number moves, he will not be in a good mood.

"Old Yan, what is he talking about?"

On the side, a few people had just barely recovered from the illusory scene.

Lin Hao scratched his head, looking confused.

"Shut up!" Yan Shiwen gritted his teeth and scolded in a low voice.

Everything that happened tonight simply subverted his three views.

Especially this famous Buddha, it is even more exaggerated than the legend.

He was now beginning to suspect that this was something that didn't exist.

For fear that this slut around him will be too talkative and offensive, it will be a terrible thing.

These movements naturally couldn't be hidden from Chen Yi, but he only shook his head slightly, and now he is not in the mood to wear small shoes.

"Smack!"

Suddenly, there was a soft sound, and the lid of the yellow mud coffin was half-opened, and it closed automatically.

In the surprised gaze of Lin Hao and the others, it floated, and the huge yellow mud coffin flew in the direction of Chen Yi with a whoosh.

Chen Yi was also a little surprised, just stretched out his hand, wanting to catch the flying yellow clay coffin, but suddenly frowned.

Lin Hao and the others suddenly felt a darkness on their heads, and their vision was covered by shadows, and they raised their heads reflexively......

"it!"