The sound of the wooden fish stopped.

In the empty mountain and dilapidated temple, the old monk raised his head and looked at Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi lowered his head and looked at the old monk.

After a moment, he nodded, "Once upon a time." ”

"And then?" asked the old monk.

"Later..."

Zhou Yi's eyes showed a trace of reminiscence, his face was as steady as an old dog, but he was panicked in his heart.

Hell knows what happened!

The group didn't say what happened later!

Lowering his head and glancing at the old monk, Zhou Yi said with certainty, "You are dead." ”

The old monk was stunned, and then suddenly.

Nodding, "yes, I'm dead." ”

He muttered again, "It's been a long, long time since I've been dead." ”

Then he asked himself, "Then why am I still here?"

Zhou Yi wanted to tell him: because of love.

I thought about it, and didn't talk much.

Actually, he didn't need to talk too much, and he didn't want his answer.

Ask yourself, and the old monk answered again.

"I've been here. ”

"I've always been here. ”

As he spoke, the old monk stretched out his hand, and a futon fell beside Zhou Yi.

"Sit. ”

Zhou Yi was not polite and sat down directly.

The old monk showed a look of satisfaction on his face, "Donor, do you want to hear a story?"

Zhou Yi glanced at him and shook his head, "I don't want to." ”

It seemed that he had never thought that he would be rejected, or that he had never thought that he would be rejected, the old monk was slightly stunned, and then asked, "Why?"

Zhou Yi pointed to the sky, the earth, and the old monk.

"The donor is saying... Heaven and earth, I am the only one?"

Zhou Yi pouted, "I mean the mountains are gone, the temples are all down, what story do you still tell." ”

Old Monk: "......"

looked at Zhou Yi wordlessly, and after watching it for a long time, the old monk couldn't help laughing.

"Interesting! Interesting! You're not afraid of me?"

"I'm afraid," Zhou Yi looked at him and replied seriously.

"And you're still talking to me like that?"

Zhou Yi nodded.

"You nodded?"

Zhou Yi nodded again.

"You're nodding again?"

Zhou Yi was annoyed, raised his head to look at him, nodded, thought about it and added a voice, "Hmm." ”

The old monk seemed slightly satisfied, and asked, "Why?"

Zhou Yi asked rhetorically, "What why?"

"Why do you dare to talk to me like that?"

Zhou Yi hesitated, thought about it, looked at the temple, looked at the mountain, and looked at the monk.

"Are you trying to say that the mountains are gone, the temples are all down, and I'm dead?"

Zhou Yi shook his head.

"That's...?" the old monk couldn't figure it out again.

"I didn't want to say anything," Zhou Yi looked at the old monk seriously, "I just wanted to make sure that you were still not you." ”

Hearing this, the old monk was stunned again, and he was stunned for longer than every previous time.

Then there was laughter.

"Okay! That's good! I don't want anyone in the world to remember me after the tribulation. ”

Zhou Yi's face was calm, his eyes were calm, and he looked at him as steady as an old dog, but what he was thinking in his heart was that I really don't know if you are you or not.

Or even if you're you, I don't know who you are.

"Amitabha. The old monk folded his hands and recited the Buddha's name.

Zhou Yi looked at him, and the old monk also looked at Zhou Yi, so he didn't speak.

Zhou Yi waited for a while, but he didn't speak, and he didn't understand what this old monk was going to do.

Just as he was about to ask, the old monk clasped his hands together again and said, "Amitabha." ”

Zhou Yi looked at him again, not knowing what he was crazy about, running along... Oh, no, I heard him chant the Buddha's name while I was running?

But...

If he recites the Buddha's name, there should be no danger, and he should still be him.

The strategy in the group said that there is a mountain that does not exist, there is a temple that does not exist on the mountain that does not exist, and there is an old monk who does not exist in the temple that does not exist.

After the old monk no longer exists, there is one more great demon in the world.

When the old monk still exists, the demon will not appear, which proves that there is no danger.

Of course, it doesn't have to be that there is no danger at all, otherwise Wu Zhitai and Gu Dali would not have ended up like that.

According to the strategy provided by the bigwigs: the non-existent old monk who lives in the non-existent temple on the non-existent mountain will tell stories to everyone who steps into this mountain and enters this temple.

When the story is told for the ninth time, you can ask him a question, and as long as the question does not exceed the scope of the secret realm of mountains and seas, you can get the correct answer.

When the story is told ninety-nine times, you can make a request to the old monk, as long as this request does not go beyond the scope of the secret realm of mountains and seas, the old monk will definitely be able to help you do it.

By the time the story reaches the ninety-ninth time, you can... Find a way to run.

There are many ways to run, and there are two that are safer, one is used by Jiang Fan before, and the other is used by Zhou Yi now.

In fact, the old monk interrupted the story before he told the story for the thousandth time, so that he could not continue to tell it.

It is said that the old monk is telling stories and reminiscing about the past.

When the story is told the thousandth time, his memories of the past are flipped over, like a silent movie played at the end.

At that time, the old monk would remember that he no longer existed, and he would remember that he had later become a great demon.

Whoever steps into this mountain, enters this temple, and walks in front of him, will be devoured by the devil.

But you can't interrupt his story until then.

Because before that, the old monk was still reminiscing about the good things of the past, and if you interrupted these good things, it would also remind him of the pain suppressed by the beauty and awaken his demonic memories.

Therefore, the time point should be carded, and the benefits can be taken away after the card is carded, and there is no need to set up risks.

So, ah, the feeling of brushing a copy with a guide... It's really good to be a mother!

Thinking like this in his heart, the old monk suddenly smiled at Zhou Yi.

"I don't understand? The old monk just wanted to tell you that I am still me, Moro. ”

"Well," Zhou Yi nodded, and said in his heart I naturally know that you are still you, otherwise I would have run away.

I was thinking about it, and I was suddenly stunned.

He just said... What's his name?

Demon... Moro?

Looking at the expression on Zhou Yi's face, the old monk frowned slightly.

"You don't know who I am?"

Zhou Yi panicked, but his face became more and more calm.

"How is it possible, I naturally know about you, Moro, Lord Six Brahma. ”

Originally, I wanted to talk about the Sixth Heaven Demon King, but considering that the general big devil doesn't like to be called the big devil, I still used another name next week - the Lord of the Six Brahmas.

Sure enough, the old monk had a satisfied smile on his face.

"Yes, the poor monk is none other than the six Brahma Lords, Mora.

The donor really understands the poor monk, and the world calls the poor monk the sixth heavenly demon king, and he is the heavenly demon king.

That's definitely a slander against the poor monks.

What kind of demon king, the demon king is obviously a demon Luo, what does it matter to me Moro, the poor monk is just a small six Brahma lords. ”

Looking at the old monk in front of him who didn't even blush when he said this, even if he was a little afraid of this identity, Zhou Yi couldn't help but complain in his heart.

Is this the realistic version of the legend 'What you want to arrest is Lu Xun, what is the matter with me Zhou Shuren'?

The old monk smiled for a moment and looked at Zhou Yi, "It's rare to meet a person who understands a poor monk, is the donor willing to listen to the story of the poor monk?"

The same topic was raised again, but now Zhou Yi, who already knew the identity of this person, did not dare to give the same answer again.

"I don't dare to ask for it. ”

The old monk smiled at him, and his head was slippery... That's not what you said.

I refused so simply before, but I didn't see that you had the slightest intention, why did you change the answer?

However, it may also be that he has been holding back for a long time, and the old monk has not bothered about these.

"The story begins a long, long time ago. ”

Zhou Yi sat upright, prepared to listen to a long story.

"At that time, the poor monk was just an ordinary monk. ”

The old monk's face showed a touch of reminiscence.

"One day, the poor monk was practicing enlightenment, and suddenly found that on the only avenue, there was a fork in the road not far from the poor monk.

That fork in the road is rarely walked, although it is much narrower than the original road to heaven, but there are also many fewer people who walk the same way.

The poor monk felt that because there were fewer people walking on this road, he might be able to go faster and farther, so he left the Tongtian Avenue before that fork and walked towards the other fork in the road.

The poor monk walked along the fork in the road, following the footsteps of his predecessors, walking, walking!

Along the way, there are few pedestrians ahead, and the poor monk can encounter the traces left by a pedestrian from time to time and surpass them.

In this way, after walking for an unknown amount of time, some people who walked the same path as the poor monks gradually gathered together.

We share a common belief in the founder of this path, we revere him as a Buddha, we believe in him, we worship him, we follow him. ”

Speaking of this, a wry smile appeared on the old monk's face.

Until one day, the poor monk found some traces on this road, which were left by his predecessors.

It's just that... It's an interesting trace.

The poor monk speculated that there seemed to be not one, but two people who walked out of this path.

The poor monk told his fellow monks about this speculation, but the fellow monks did not believe it, and said that the poor monks had blasphemed the Buddha and beat up the poor monks.

The poor monks are not strong, and they are so numerous that they can only be beaten passively and dare not fight back.

They beat the poor monk and asked the poor monk if he was convinced, and the poor monk naturally believed in his speculation, but the poor monk didn't want to be beaten again, so the poor monk told them that the poor monk was convinced.

They slandered the poor monks, saying that they wanted to shake their hearts towards Buddha and stifle their competitors on the road.

The poor monks could not beat them, and did not dare to argue with them.

Slowly, they began to isolate the poor monks, and the poor monks walked forward alone.

Walk, go, go, go.

I don't know how long I walked, but the poor monk suddenly found some clues.

Following these clues, the poor monk determined that there were not one, but two pioneers on this road.

The poor monk thought about it and didn't dare to tell his colleagues about it again, but the poor monk found that the pioneers on this road were not only two, but also a man and a woman.

The poor monks became interested, looking for clues they left behind along the way.

Gradually, a bold guess arose in the heart of the poor monk - the pioneer of this path, the pioneer of this path who is revered as the Buddha of all Buddhas, the man who called himself Bodhi.

It is not that the Buddhas praise that they are overcoming obstacles and opening up a way forward for future generations.

He is not as noble and selfless as the Buddhas praise.

It didn't even occur to him that he wanted others to follow his own path.

In order to find out the truth, the poor monk cut the avenue by himself, rebuilt it again, and re-embarked on this road.

At the beginning of this fork in the road, the poor monk noticed and discovered a big secret!

The Buddha of all Buddhas in the mouth of all Buddhas, the one and only Buddha... Not really the pioneer of this path.

In fact, at the beginning of this path, it was not the Bodhi who walked out of this path, but someone else.

It's just that later the Dao fruit of this path was stolen by the Bodhi of the latecomer.

The poor monk guessed this at first, but as he went back, more traces were found.

The poor monk overturned his previous speculation.

The Buddha, or the forerunner who called himself Bodhi, did not take this path to open the way for future generations, nor did he steal the fruits of another pioneer.

He embarked on this path because he was blindly following in the footsteps of another pioneer.

Through several changes and traces left by several important nodes, the poor monk deduced a piece of truth that he felt should be the truth-

The one and only Buddha just wanted to be with the other pioneer, just to be able to watch her all the time, so he followed her steps to this path.

Later, maybe she was tired, he went to the front and cut through the thorns for her.

The so-called Buddha cultivation and the so-called Buddha fruit are just two people, a pair of men and women walking together through thick and thin.

This truth shocked the poor monk, but the poor monk did not feel that Bodhi was not qualified to be called a Buddha.

On the contrary, poor monks never think that unintentional contributions are weaker than intentional dedication.

In any case, this path was indeed opened by the Bodhi, and the poor monk also felt that he was a well-deserved Buddha.

After discovering this truth, the poor monk did not dare to tell anyone, but dared to hide it silently in his heart.

Later, because the poor monk rebuilt himself, the earlier group of companions had already gone far, far away, leaving the poor monk far behind.

The poor monk changed a group of companions, because this new group of companions did not know what had happened before, and they would not isolate the poor monks.

The poor monk walked with them, and even because he had walked once, he could occasionally guide his companions forward.

The poor monks were happy with them, and they were not lonely or sad.

Until...

Then one day, a friend of the poor monk came to the poor monk and said that he had an epiphany and was sure that he would achieve the fruit of the Buddha's path.

The poor monk was very happy with him, so he accepted his invitation to go to his ashram to witness his attainment of Buddhahood.

There were many people invited, and the poor monk waited with those people for that friend to attain Buddhahood.

The poor monk's friend came from a good background and used to be a prince of a country.

That friend was firm in his heart to the Buddha, and even in order to express his heart to the Buddha, that friend did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to plant an ancient tree in the former residence of the Buddha of Ten Thousand Buddhas, and named it the Bodhi Tree.

In the presence of the poor monk and many fellow initiates, that friend became enlightened under the Bodhi tree.

This realization is seven seven hundred and forty-nine days.

Seven hundred and forty-nine days later, the poor monk's friend lit up with Buddha light and successfully condensed the Buddha fruit.

Everyone thanked them, and the poor monks were no exception.

A fellow practitioner was curious, and when congratulating, he asked what kind of Buddha fruit his friend had attained.

The friend of the poor monk smiled and pointed to the Bodhi tree behind him and made a Buddhist verse:

The body is a Bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror.

Always wipe diligently, do not wipe dust.

The poor monk understood what he meant, and thought of the poor monk's previous discovery, so he felt that this Buddha was a little funny.

Subconsciously retorted:

Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform.

There was nothing in the first place, where to stir up dust.

The poor monk still couldn't hold back, trying to hint that the Buddha was not what they understood.

And then...

'Poof~'

After listening to the poor monk's words, the friend vomited blood on the spot, suffered a serious backlash, and the Buddha fruit almost died on the spot.

The poor monk panicked, and before he could open his mouth to persuade him, he was surrounded by a group of people.

They punched and kicked the poor monks, saying that the poor monks could not see the good of others and deliberately obstructed the way of humanity.

The poor monk couldn't beat them, and he couldn't refute them.

In this way, the good friend of the poor monk did not easily repair his Buddha fruit, but cracks also appeared on the Buddha fruit.

Not surprisingly, he completely broke with the poor monk, and the reputation of the poor monk was completely ruined among this group of initiates. ”

Speaking of this, the old monk raised his head and glanced at Zhou Yi, particularly aggrieved.

Zhou Yi: "....."

Hearing this, Zhou Yi also glanced at the old monk.

He wanted to ask: Is the friend you are talking about called Shakyamuni?