Under the ridicule of the old man, I gradually calmed down, to be precise, I had to calm down.

After the colored viper burrowed into the flesh of a living person, the pain caused by it was almost negligible, and it was simply a heavenly enjoyment compared to the original surgery such as planting a villain and turning into a yin body!

Except for the sarcoid that burrowed under the skin and the bulging sarcoma was a little scary, nothing else.

"How does it feel?" The old man asked curiously.

"It's a bit like taking a bath." I closed my eyes, simply didn't look at the snake, and told the old man truthfully, "My body is starting to heat up, and the snake seems to be still hot." ”

"Good, good! That's a good thing! The old man smiled: "With the help of the vitality of the cave mud seed, and then use the ability of the color viper to bring these vitality to your limbs, the slime on the color viper has yang energy, and it is very suitable to use it as a material for ignition."

I nodded, but didn't speak.

"Hey, old man, tell me in detail about the mountain."

The old man spoke, snapped, lit a cigarette, and listened to his tone, as if he was very curious about what was happening on the mountain.

"Then I'll tell you from meeting the old bald."

There are a lot of things going on on the mountain, and even if I tell the truth according to the situation, there is nothing to add fuel and vinegar, and it takes more than half an hour to finish speaking.

In this process, the old man did not interject, listened quietly, and smoked two cigarettes in a row.

It wasn't until I talked about the situation of Wenren Bodhisattva and Miao Wuren that he asked me: "The surname Miao was pressed and beaten?" ”

"It's hard to say." I frowned, but I didn't exaggerate: "Wenren Bodhisattva should have also been injured, and he was not lightly injured, but his physical recovery speed was surprisingly fast, and he looked fine today, and his face looked better than yours." ”

The old man snorted and glared at me angrily: "You melon baby scolds me?" ”

"Facts." I sneered, "That monk is better maintained than women, about the same age as you, but he looks only in his early forties, and I really want to learn his tricks." ”

"I still want to learn." The old man sighed: "But what kind of magic he is cultivating, I still haven't figured it out, and I have asked several times, but I only asked these four words." ”

As he spoke, the old man touched his chin, looking quite puzzled.

"But when he said this to me, it didn't look like he was fooling me," the old man half-squinted and muttered, "Could it be that the Buddhists really have this wonderful technique?" ”

"Who knows." I shrugged my shoulders: "Anyway, I feel that his cultivation method is different from that of ordinary monks. ”

"That's because you don't know it." The old man snorted: "When I have the opportunity, I will take you to meet the two old monks in the Northeast, their cultivation method is no worse than that of the old man." ”

"Both?" I was stunned: "There are two monks who are so powerful as Wenren Bodhisattva?" ”

"Those two old monks are not famous, because they don't show up much in the industry, and most of the time they practice in the mountains." The old man smiled: "One surname Luo, the cultivation is good Zen, and the other surname is bitter, and the cultivation is bitter Zen." ”

"Good Zen doesn't sound like it's any special thing, what is that Bitter Zen?" I asked curiously.

"Kuzen, as the name suggests, is enlightened by Kushen Zen, and it is said that before Shakyamuni became a Buddha, he was still seeking the true meaning of Kuzen, and he practiced asceticism for six years, but he didn't get anything."

The old man shook his head.

"Pulling out the hair, burning the skin, removing the meat, chopping the bones, lying on the mound, stepping on the snowy mountain, walking in the fire, starving the flesh, thirsty and not drinking this kind of is the wonderful way to practice bitter meditation, not to mention ordinary people, even no one in our industry dares to play like this."

"I heard that the Bodhisattva said that his cultivation seems to be a joy of Zen?"

"It's Xi Zen, but I haven't heard of it either." The old man spread his hands: "There are thousands of disciples who practice Buddhism in China, but I really haven't heard of anyone who practices Xi Zen, and the old man is unique." ”

"I don't dare to say how strong his combat power is, but his means of surpassing the soul are definitely a must!" I chatted with the old man excitedly.

I have to say that the old man was quite surprised by this, and it seemed that he didn't expect Wenren Bodhisattva to do this.

"The qi turned into fog and walked into the village to extradite the Yin Spirit, are you sure it's the incarnation of the King of Jizo?" The old man's brows furrowed tightly, obviously feeling that Wenren Bodhisattva's ability was beyond his expectations: "Could it be that you are mistaken?" ”

"I guess it's not the real Jizo King, it's just a gust of qi turned into a human form, plus a little Jizo Degree Ghost ability, so"

"It shouldn't be." The old man took two puffs of his cigarette and muttered suspiciously: "When did Lao Wenren have this ability??" Use the gust qi to manifest the body of the Jizo Bodhisattva, this is not something that ordinary monks can make! ”

"Master, do you know who the master of Wenren Bodhisattva is?"

The old man shook his head and said that he didn't know, looking at the country, I am afraid that there are no more than five people who can know about this, and it is more likely that no one knows.

"The origin of the old man is a mystery, not only you are curious, but the country is also curious." The old man pressed his throat and whispered to me: "In the 70s, people from many countries were staring at him, that is, it was not until the 80s that he relaxed a little."

"Wenren Bodhisattva is not a bad person, what are you staring at him?" I was stunned.

"Because he appeared so suddenly." The old man smiled, his face full of schadenfreude: "It's not just him, there are more gentlemen in our country who have been targeted, such as the Taoist priest surnamed Ge, and"

"That's right, sir! Do you know where the rat came from?! I asked hurriedly.

The old man didn't seem to expect me to ask this, so he subconsciously shook his head and said I don't know, where do you know where to go?

"I heard Miao Wuren say that this fat mouse has lived for thousands of years, and it was put into the Gu platform during the Liu Chan period of the Three Kingdoms." I remembered what Wenren Bodhisattva said, and suddenly I became even more excited: "The fat senior also said that the copper bell worn by the rat's neck is not ordinary, and he has seen it on another beast, except for the different inscriptions on it, the rest of the parts are the same!" ”

"What brute?" The old man asked.

"That's the Daoist Ge you said, didn't he have a dog?" I hurriedly said, "That dog is not a mortal thing, I heard that the Bodhisattva said that it should be like a rat, an ancient beast." ”

The old man smoked a cigarette, his brows furrowed more and more, as if he was reminiscing.

"He does have a dog, and he really seems to be wearing a copper bell!" The old man smacked his lips: "The bell of the rat is engraved with a son, that dog can't be a dog, right?" ”

"It's 戌!" I nodded: "Twelve earth branches, these two beasts account for two, Wenren Bodhisattva said, there may be ten other beasts, and if they are all together, they will be the zodiac." ”

The old man snorted, although his expression was quite surprised, but in terms of tone, he should have believed this analysis of Wenren Bodhisattva.

"Don't talk about that, old man, how do you feel?"

"I think it's okay, it doesn't hurt all the time, it's just a little hot"

Speaking of which, I unexpectedly found that my body temperature began to soar, a very sudden surge, as if someone had thrown me into the lava in an instant, and there was no place from head to toe that was not hot.

That's right, it's hot, not hot.

"Bear with it, it's like a hot spring."

The old man said, ran out of the room, went downstairs to fetch me a basin of cold water, and wiped my face with a towel.

God knows how high my body temperature soared at that time, and as soon as the towel with cold water touched my face, I heard a sound and a puff of white smoke came out in an instant.

"It's a little too hot," said the old man, as he swiped his hand in the basin like water, and kept splashing it in my face.

As soon as the water touched his face, it instantly turned into white smoke, and that situation made the old man panic.

"You're not going to burn yourself to death on a dog day, are you?"

The old man opened my eyelids and looked at it, his expression became more solemn.

"It seems that you have too much yang energy."

"Didn't you say you were going to light a fire for me to increase yang?!" I wanted to cry without tears, but I was also panicked: "Did you order it??" ”

The old man nodded weakly: "No, my eyelids are hot to the touch."