In the late autumn, which had been dry for a long time, there was an unexpected torrential rain on this day.

Xiao Ming returned to Tongchuan County and went to Zhong Kui Temple to see his master. He still had other questions to ask the bitter master, such as what was the hallucination for a moment, and was the book he saw in the hallucination related to the clay book placed on the table of the Eight Immortals in Zhong Kui's temple?

Ku is meditating, very serious, eyes slightly closed. The sound of the wooden fish is deep in the ears, warning all living beings in the world to do good deeds and accumulate virtues.

At first glance, he looks like a master of bitterness, and he has the style of a fairy style. All of them were daunting, and in addition to reverence, he didn't want to come forward to disturb him, so he picked up a broom at the door of the temple and swept the fallen leaves at the door.

The sound of the wooden fish stopped, and the bitterness seemed to know Xiao Ming's intention. After he finished sweeping the fallen leaves at the entrance of the temple, he came out with a smile and beckoned him to enter. Trailing behind the Master of Suffering, he didn't know how to speak for a while.

His eyes scanned the heavy clay book, and the doubts in his heart were even greater......

The back of the master of bitterness is broad and strong. Walking steadily and soundly, I held back for a long time, and asked the most concerned thing; "Amitabha, Master, how is my Master doing?"

The bitter master didn't look back, but said lightly: "Everything has a fixed number, don't rush, don't rush!" ”

"......" didn't dare to speak again, Xiao Ming silently followed behind Master Bitterness and entered the quiet room.

In the quiet room, Zhong Kui is gone......

Looking around, Xiao Ming moved his mouth, just wanting to ask where the master was.

The bitter master suddenly turned around, looked at him with a peaceful face, and said, "Donor, please sit down, and wait for the old man to recite the scriptures and then come back to explain to you the doubts in his heart?" ”

Xiao Ming hesitated for a moment, nodded, and sat down on the cloth cushion according to the hint of the bitter master.

The benevolent and kind-eyed master of suffering, engrossed in the scriptures placed in front of him, intently flipped through the scriptures placed in front of him. This picture is very familiar to Xiao Ming, but he has no impression.

Sitting quietly on the cloth mat, waiting for a long time. The bitter master seemed to have completely forgotten that there was an ordinary man beside him, waiting for him to relieve the doubts in his heart, and he was seriously chanting the scriptures to himself, ignoring Xiao Ming.

Meditation is not Xiao Ming's dish. After sitting for a while, he looked around and felt uncomfortable in his knees. The body was also restless, and he wanted to stand up, but he was afraid of the majesty of the master of suffering, so he was restless and absent-minded.

"Still, still, still......" the Master of Bitterness muttered suddenly.

Listening to the master chanting these words, can Xiao Mingyan not understand? He secretly admired the master's insight, and quickly sat down, closed his eyes and meditated with peace of mind...... 'Bang Bang' was like the churning sound of the pages of a book, which made Xiao Ming suddenly open his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, Xiao Ming was stunned. What is this place? Didn't you meditate in an ashram a few seconds ago? But what I saw was a different picture.

He stood in front of a ** temple, an old pine at the entrance of the temple, and two people were playing under the pine tree. One of them was the Master of Suffering, and the other he didn't know. Looking at this person's appearance and dress, he is also an unfathomable character, presumably a monk who has attained the Tao!

Seeing the master of bitterness, Xiao Ming excitedly wanted to step forward to greet and salute! Unexpectedly, the bitter master flicked his index finger, and something popped up, and 'poof' hit him in the face, it hurt!

Xiao Ming, who had just stretched out his head, retracted his head in pain, secretly guessing the intentions of the bitter master?

Could it be that the Master of Suffering hinted that he should not go out? Thinking like this, Xiao Ming didn't dare to probe, so he had to hide next to the tree. Hidden next to the tree, he could hear the words of the two clearly.

The bitter master raised a chess piece, looked at the other party with a smile, and asked for directions: "Old thing, how is the situation of Xiao Zhongkui?" ”

"There's no big problem, you just have to protect his primordial spirit." The sound is like a bell, and it can be seen that the monk is in good health. They are talking about Master, how dare Xiao Ming disturb it, keep listening!

"Old thing, what kind of holiday did you say the evil god gave to Xiao Zhongkui, and he had to be imprisoned outside the Three Realms?"

"Hey, you and I are both outsiders, and it's not easy to practice! Meddling in this matter is originally a violation of the rules. We can't commit the crime of revealing the heavenly secret again, since Zhong Kui's fate is destined to have three disasters and eight tribulations, then he has to bear it unconditionally. ”

Ku was silent, as if in deep thought, and the chess pieces held by his fingers did not fall for a long time.

"Hey! Old thing, can't you get down? We have been playing this game of chess for more than three years, and we have not yet decided the outcome of the game. If you forfeit the game, I'm happy to accept ......"

Ku patient's eyes glared: "Down, why don't you go down?" Old stuff, you'll want to take advantage of people. The chess pieces fell, and they laughed and said, "You are determined to lose this game." ”

"Not necessarily! The so-called winner depends on perseverance, patience, and perseverance, all of which are indispensable. ”

Master Bitterness, staring at the chess game, his mind was still entangled in Zhong Kui's incident. "Shhh Can Zhong Kui's waking day be advanced? When you look at the sky at night, do you notice that there is an evil spirit coming in the northwest? ”

When the other party saw the master of bitterness, the drunkard did not mean to drink, and his face was slightly warm and angry. "Old thing, you don't want me to be happy today?"

"Don't mind, this kid Zhong Kui has a fate for us. He is now in prison, and the world is about to face a catastrophe, and we can't interfere, only when he comes out can we resolve this catastrophe in the world, so I want to ......"

"Don't think about it, this catastrophe in the world is inevitable. Everything in the dark has a fixed number, and there is a cause and an effect. These are not things that you and I can control......" As he spoke, the monk suddenly became vigilant, sniffed the breath in the air vigorously, got up, and said to the master of suffering: "There are people ...... here."

"No, no!" As the bitter master spoke, he deliberately covered himself in front of the monk. His hands were behind his back, dancing wildly, as if to suggest that Xiao Ming should leave quickly.

Xiao Ming panicked, hurriedly turned around and ran away......

There was a loud shout from behind him: "Where to run......"

I was so scared that I screamed and woke up suddenly. When I woke up, I found myself asleep on the table. The master of bitterness was still sitting cross-legged on the cloth cushion, with his eyebrows lowered and his eyes lowered as he wrenched the Buddha beads in his hand.

Xiao Ming, who was puzzled, got up, remembered the scene he had just seen, and shouted: "Master......"

"Amitabha, donor, you can leave."

"Leave?" Xiao Ming was confused, didn't he come to the temple just to ask about the master's situation? But he hadn't told himself yet, so why did he shout to leave?

Xiao Ming, who still wanted to say something, saw the master of bitterness, and looked like he was ignoring it. It's not good to stay anymore, so I have to get up and leave unhappy.

A catastrophe on earth? What is it? Who is the evil god? Who is that high monk? Bitter Xiao Ming! My head was dizzy, and I hadn't come up with a reason yet. Grandma drops, the doubts in my heart have not been figured out, and now there are so many more questions. How good is that?