The old monk took his life very lightly and didn't seem to take his life seriously at all.

For him, life is not important, but if he uses his life correctly, that is important.

Instead of guarding the lonely lamp and accompanying the ancient Buddha in this dark Supo Temple, it is better to fight hard, at least to do his best to completely suppress that monster under the Supo Temple.

I can understand all this, because the old monk is such a person, and I can feel from his speech and demeanor that he has lived enough.

Keeping this state, half-human and half-enemy, he has lived enough, and he doesn't want to continue like this.

As a devout Buddhist, carrying the skin of an apostate was the greatest torture for him.

But no matter how much I understand him, I don't want him to be so gullible about He Xigong.

Even if He Xigong saved me, I have a certain degree of trust in him, but in the final analysis, he is just an outsider, a gentleman of the old religion, and we don't know his details at all.

What's more, you can't bet on this matter, if you win, it's okay, if you lose....... We didn't even have a chance to go into the water!

Before I could persuade the old monk, he patted me on the shoulder, seemed to know what I was thinking, smiled and said, "We have no choice, we can only fight." ”

"Fight?" I gritted my teeth and said, "If you lose, you have to die, you don't know this, it's too risky, we can ......."

He Xigong understands my vigilance, after all, he also knows what he has done and what kind of camp he is in.

Seeing our vigilant expressions, he raised his hands and said helplessly: "If you don't want to, I have other ways, but the success rate is too low, and the preparation time is relatively long, the monster is likely to break the seal in the middle, and I won't be able to get it by then." ”

As soon as the words fell, He Xigong sighed, looked at us and asked, "How can you trust me?" ”

Hearing this, Chen Qiuyan and I looked at each other for a while, and our expressions were a little complicated.

It's not that I don't believe it, but it's just that in this kind of thing....... Don't dare to believe it!

"So be it." He Xigong said, took off the Dharma seal on his chest, threw it to me, and said very calmly: "If the thing is not done, everyone will die together, if the thing is done, you will return the Dharma seal to me, okay?" ”

I didn't squeak, but my expression had already given He Xigong an answer.

No way.

The French seal is small, but He Xigong himself is a big threat to us.

If the old monk dies, he will come back against us, and then he will ....... He could have killed us all, and then easily took the seal.

At this time, the old monk also turned around, glanced at me, nodded and didn't say anything, already showing his own attitude.

Although he was very vigilant about He Xigong, Qin Bing and Chen Qiuyan didn't say anything, as if they were waiting for me to make a decision.

"Child, believe him once, let's fight." The old monk smiled: "I think what he said has a certain credibility, whether it is true or not, I want to try it once." ”

Hearing this, I sighed, looked at He Xigong with a vigilant face, and asked the old monk, "Have you thought about it?" There's no turning back from this attempt. ”

The old monk smiled, leaned into my ear, and whispered.

"Whether we believe him or not, I'm going to die in the end, I don't think I'll be able to stand up to that monster, so I might as well try."

As soon as the words fell, the old monk was silent for two seconds, and said: "What's more, death is a relief for me, and it is also a way to atone for myself, I am both an apostasy and a failure to stop that monster, and I deserve to be punished." ”

As he spoke, the old monk raised his head and looked at the Buddha statue in front of him.

At this time, we can all see the tears in his eyes.

In the cloudy eyes, in that grief-stricken eyes, there was a vague sense of indescribable relief.

"Okay, let's try it."

I said in a low voice, turned my head to look at He Xigong again, and said, "If we are too careful, and we spend the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, then I will apologize to you afterwards, and all the past festivals will be written off." ”

"That's for the best." He Xigong laughed.

"But........" I gritted my teeth, looked at the emaciated back of the old monk, and only felt uncomfortable in my heart: "If you dare to lie to us, even if I die, I have to drag you to the funeral ......."

Hearing my words, He Xigong's expression became serious, he looked at me twice, and nodded: "I know the severity, in this kind of matter, I can't fool you." ”

"You start preparing." I sighed, "Since we have to do it, we have to hurry, time is running out." ”

He Xigong snorted, took off the Dharma seal on his chest, and threw it to me.

After I caught it, he walked to the edge of the qi vein mouth and cautiously went down to check the situation, probably making preparations.

"I'm really lucky."

The old monk sat cross-legged on the side, muttering to himself, chatting with me in a whisper.

Sitting next to him, looking at his indifferent face, I felt so uncomfortable, hearing his words, I frowned, and asked him, where is the luck?

If the old monk's luck was really good, then he shouldn't have ended up like this.

In order to protect the temple of Supo, I have been in this dark ghost place for I don't know how many years, and then I have to go into the devil, and I have to give up my life again........

Is it really worth it?

Although I also want to be a hero, able to save the people from fire and water, and save the building from the ....... But if you put me in the position of an old monk, I'm afraid I will make a different choice than him.

In the final analysis, I don't have his big heart, nor do I have his fearless and compassionate spirit, I only have an ordinary gentleman's heart, so I obey him, but I also feel that it is not worth it for him.

"When I was most helpless, I met Xiao Wu's donor, and he explained me a lot of ........" The old monk smiled: "The copper pendant worn by the little girl is exactly the same as the copper pendant hanging around Xiao Wu's neck, I have seen it many times, so I remember it very clearly." ”

"Wu Immortal Buddha?" I was stunned for a moment, and when I got the news, I couldn't help but be a little surprised: "The seal he wears around his neck is also a seal?" Why haven't I seen it? ”

"Maybe you didn't pay attention." The old monk smiled.

At this time, I also recalled that when I met Wu Xianfo, he did have a lanyard around his neck, but I didn't see clearly what ornaments he was used to hang on, because it was placed in his clothes.

But it was impossible for the old monk to lie to me, not to mention that when he first met Wu Xian Buddha, he was already half a decade old, and his memory was definitely stronger than I thought.

If that's really the case....... Then the connection between Wu Immortal Buddha and the Sand Body Cultivator is definitely not something I can think of.

Could it be that the Sandboons also have followers??

Just like those old sect gentlemen who followed the black-robed king, Wu Xianfo might be that kind of person, but he didn't seem to be so bad or so evil.

Wu Immortal Buddha, no Immortal Buddha.

The name.......

"If I'm the only one here, then today....... I'm going to die, too, and that monster will escape back to the world without hindrance. The old monk sighed: "If that kind of thing really happens, I am the first sinner of the Buddhist family." ”

"Don't take the blame on yourself, it's none of your business." I comforted: "The enemy is too strong, we are too weak, and Master Zu didn't come forward to help, we can't fight them, and we won't be ashamed." ”

At this moment, He Xigong, who was lying on his stomach at the mouth of the qi pulse to observe the situation, seemed to be ready, stood up and waved at us.

"Master, please come over and borrow your god general."

"Magical powers?" I glanced at the old monk with some doubts, and said in my heart that the magic powers of Buddhism are not simple, those things that only exist in myths and legends...... Is there really one??

Unexpectedly, the old monk looked more confused than me, looked at He Xigong with confusion and puzzlement, and asked him: "What supernatural power?" ”

He Xigong smiled, and when he said this, his expression became a little complicated: "It's the one you used to use, the one you used to deal with our six prophets, do you remember?" ”

"Forget." The old monk shook his head: "How many years have passed, how can I remember?" ”

Hearing this, He Xigong sighed and reminded.

"Vajra mantra, do you remember?"