The old monk didn't explain to Fa Ming in the end, he just walked past Fa Ming, Fa Ming desperately wanted to stop the master, but he couldn't move at all.

He heard the cheers of the people, he heard the mournful cry of the tiger, and he heard it... The master's muffled snort...

Two lines of tears flowed down his cheeks silently, and they didn't dry up for a long time...

I don't know how long it took, the people gradually left, and Fa Ming found that he was finally able to move.

He ran over like crazy, and there were traces of fights everywhere along the way, as well as the corpses of homeless people, the flesh and blood were blurry, and Fa Ming carefully rummaged through the corpses.

Finally, Fa Ming found his master, but the old monk was seriously injured at the moment, a big hole was torn in his chest, and blood kept flowing, and he saw that his life was not long in coming.

With tears in his eyes, Fa Ming didn't ask the master anything more, he tried hard to pick up the master, and when Fa Ming staggered to a deserted house, it was already night when he carefully let the master lie flat on the bed.

The master has miraculously survived until now, looking at himself kindly, this look is as warm as when he was held out of a pile of ruins in the past...

Fa Ming cried, crying heartbreakingly, and his usually strong coat was completely torn off at this moment.

"Master, you have crossed people all your life, and now you see who will cross you?"

The old monk's pale face brought a smile, and he stretched out his trembling hand and touched Fa Ming's head.

"The Buddha crosses the world, why do the worlds need to cross the Buddha."

Fa Ming's expression was a little stunned, and he was full of puzzlement, he didn't understand why the master still wanted to cross the world until now.

"Ahem..."

"Master!"

The old monk coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, seeing that he was about to come to the end of his life, looking at the resentment and reluctance in Fa Ming's eyes, he sighed softly.

He naturally understood what Fa Ming was resenting, Fa Ming was resenting this world and resenting the people of this world.

"Fa Ming, the time for being a teacher is short, and I hope you promise to do one thing for a teacher, or you will die as a teacher."

"Master! You're going to be fine, you're going to be fine..."

Faming muttered to himself almost forcibly hypnotizing himself.

"Promise me! Ahem..."

The old monk's tone was finally a little heavier, this was also the first time Fa Ming had heard the old monk's tone, even if the robber who slaughtered a cottage back then had never seen the master like this.

"You say, I promise, I promise, master..."

The old monk finally showed a satisfied smile, raised his hand and wanted to touch Fa Ming's head as usual, but unfortunately he couldn't even raise his hand after trying a few times.

Fa Ming on the side saw the master's movements and hurriedly leaned his head under the old monk's hands.

"As a teacher, you want to promise to be a teacher, you will not harm others in this life, and you must do your best to help others when you see others in danger..."

"Master..."

"Ahem..."

The old monk coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, but his face was flushed, and the whole person's spirit seemed to improve a lot.

Seeing this scene, Fa Ming was even more desperate, and he could naturally distinguish this situation when he traveled with his master for so many years.

"Listen to the teacher! Do you want to keep your teacher from dying? ”

The old monk's words and current state made Fa Ming unable to say anything against him except crying.

"This book should not have been passed on to you, but I have some feelings for the teacher when he is dying, and I think that you will have a catastrophe in the future, and you have to practice diligently after the teacher leaves."

As he spoke, the old monk took out a tattered book from his robe that might not have been picked up even if it was thrown on the ground, and handed it over to Fa Ming.

Holding Fa Ming's hand tightly, the old monk also knew that his time was running out, staring at Fa Ming's eyes.

"You may have agreed to be a teacher in the past ten years?"

"Me!"

Fa Ming looked up sharply, but saw the master's eyes full of expectation and reluctance.

"I... Promise..."

Although he was very reluctant to agree, the old monk couldn't understand his apprentice's temperament anymore, and since he promised him, he believed that Fa Ming would do it no matter how he agreed.

"So... I can rest easy, too. ”

Seeing that the old monk looked like he was about to go, Fa Ming just wanted to say something when he felt a clear warm current flowing from the position held by the old monk to his lower abdomen.

"Master?"

The old monk shook his head and motioned to Fa Ming not to speak, but Fa Ming had no choice but to hold back the curiosity in his heart and quietly kneel in front of the old monk's bed.

The warm current seemed to be endless, as if its source was a river of the sea, so that Fa Ming could not feel the end.

"Hey, it seems that there is still not enough time, Fa Ming endures it."

The old monk seemed to feel something, shook his head a little embarrassed, and as soon as the words fell, Fa Ming felt a huge amount of energy passed from his hand before he could react, no longer warm and peaceful before, this time it was obviously too large, and Fa Ming felt that his veins were almost burst.

"Ahh

Involuntarily raised his head and let out a miserable scream, but the old monk who held Fa Ming's hand was dressed in a robe without wind, but the ruddy on his face quickly receded.

Fa Ming didn't know how long the pain lasted, and he didn't know when he passed out, he only remembered that he seemed to hear his master say to himself in a daze.

"Fa Ming, when you can comprehend the true meaning of Buddhism in the future and truly find your heart, you will..."

Speaking of this, Fa Ming couldn't hold it anymore, the boundless darkness hit, he could only see his master's mouth open and closed but he couldn't hear a word, and then he completely fainted...

The next day, Fa Ming, who woke up, cried and buried the master's body, took off the robe he had worn for many years, put on a white coat and wore linen and filial piety, and quietly knelt in front of the master's grave for three days and three nights, kneeling like this regardless of the wind and rain, keeping a wake for his master and his only relative in the world.

He did not send the master's body back to the temple, and over the years, the master often told him that if the master died one day, he should not be sent back to the temple, and he would be buried where he died.

Although Fa Ming felt that this was really a bit hasty, he did not want to disobey the master's wishes.

"Master, may you and I be a commoner in the peaceful and prosperous world in the next life, and there is no need to go through this world of green shirts..."

Three days later, Fa Ming kowtowed three times and turned to leave.

He knew that the master had always disliked too much red tape, and if the master had a spirit in heaven, he would rather see himself save more people than see himself wasting time in front of the grave.

Fa Ming tidied up the robe on his body, and the robe that he gave him when he was young is now wearing it just right, and I don't know if the master has long expected what he will look like.

Muttering secretly in his heart, he stopped, staring at the mound and the wooden sign standing in front of the grave, Fa Ming recited lightly: "Master, the disciple is gone, the disciple will come to see you every year in the future to help you repair the grave, as long as the disciple is still alive..."

Later, although Fa Ming was unwilling, he still did his best to fulfill his master's last wish.

Fa Ming never let his hands be stained with sin, and when he saw that people in need always came forward, it may be a gathering of merits, and Fa Ming's face had a few more solemn treasures belonging to the Buddhist family.

It's just that Fa Ming feels that he is very tired and tired...

Why do you want to save these wrong people in the world? Why did you want to save these people who indirectly killed the master?

Fa Ming couldn't find the answer, looked at the world blankly, looked around, and there was no one to tell...

He wanted to die, he wanted to accompany his master, he had a lot of questions he wanted to ask his master, but he couldn't.

He didn't know how he would face his master if he committed suicide, so the place he was walking was becoming more and more dangerous, he was waiting for an accident, waiting for a chance to die to save people...

But God never seemed to give him this opportunity... Until, he saw a dark and strange whirlpool in a deep mountain that no one cared about, and Fa Ming, who was already determined to die, stepped into it without hesitation...

This is an ancient town with a completely different style from his own world, I didn't see anyone after a few turns, I pushed open a door and saw a group of people standing inside, and I saw the people in front of me by the moonlight, four men and two women, but one of the little girls didn't seem to be human.

"Amitabha."

Fa Ming smiled at everyone and whispered a Buddha name, but a man in clothes he had never seen before couldn't help but curse and curse and rushed towards him...