From the very beginning, I felt that something was wrong, no matter what kind of Dharma school of worship was a place of worship, whether it was a temple or a Taoist temple, it was impossible to build it underground.

If this is the case, there are only two possibilities.

Either the builder's brain was flooded, and the money was too much to burn, so he had nothing to do and built such an ancient temple underground.

Or maybe there's some other purpose, I can't think of it yet, but it's certainly so.......

"Monsters?" I asked.

The old monk nodded, and didn't explain too much to me, instead, his eyes became helpless: "That monster has been seriously injured, I don't know how many years it has been asleep, and it is only half-asleep and half-awake until now, and it has not fully recovered, and is in a period of weakness. ”

I looked at the old monk and saw that he really had no intention of attacking me, and the hole in the belly of the evil man had almost recovered, so I gritted my teeth and raised my leg and walked towards the old monk.

Beside him, I sat down boldly.

"Senior, how many years have you been here?" I asked tentatively.

"I can't remember." The old monk frowned and said, "I stayed here a long time ago, and it took a long time for those blasphemers to find here........

"That means you've been here before the Old Christians found out......." I thought for a moment and asked, "Do you remember who built this place?" ”

The old monk shook his head and said that he remembered it before, but he couldn't remember it now.

"Then I have a question, old-timer, you have been staying here, you must not be able to get out, then why is your Mandarin so standard?" I looked at the old monk with some suspicion, and I only felt that there was something strange in this.

Looking at this meaning, the old monk should have been here for many years, but the tone of his speech, including the way he spoke, was similar to that of the old man's generation, and he spoke Mandarin well, and his accent was still northern.

For a person who has been trapped underground, such a thing should not happen.

Hearing my question, the old monk did not hide what I meant, nodded and said that before the people of the old sect came down, other people had come here.

"Who?" I couldn't help but be curious and asked.

"A young man." The old monk frowned, as if he was recalling the original details: "The donor is about the same age as you, but it gives me the feeling that ...... It seems to be very old........ Just looking as young as you ........"

"What is he doing here?" I asked.

"At that time, I couldn't figure out how he got in, this place was underground, and ordinary people couldn't find the entrance at all?" The old monk smiled: "Later, I asked him, and he said that he smelled an ominous smell in the mountains, and following that smell, he found this Supo Temple." ”

I didn't interject, and listened quietly to the old monk's story.

"He didn't come here to do anything, he just came down to take a look, and he didn't seem to know that anyone was here, and when he saw me, he was quite surprised."

"Was that how you were then?" I asked in a low voice.

"No, no, no, it's not." The old monk hurriedly shook his head: "I only became like this later." ”

"No one else had been here before that young man came down?" I asked.

The old monk snorted and said no, he was the first, before he came here, he was the only one in this temple, it had always been like this, it had never changed.

According to the old monk, the young man had been here for at least a few months, and in addition to sleeping, he chatted with the old monk and seemed to like to listen to him talk about Zen Sutras and Buddhism.

For their life underground, it must be false to say that they are not curious, eating, drinking, and Lazar are all big problems, how did they solve them?

When I was about to ask this question, the old monk suddenly said this.

"The place where you came down is the entrance of Supo Temple, it turns out that it is not sealed, you can enter and exit freely, but the entrance is relatively hidden, ordinary people can't find it, so I was idle for a long time........"

"You live here alone, aren't you lonely?"

"It was a little bit at first, but then I got used to it." The old monk smiled: "That little benefactor chatted with me, accompanied me to chant Buddha, and told me many things about the outside world. ”

"What's his name, do you remember?" I asked tentatively.

The old monk thought about it, his eyes were a little dazed, he shook his head, and said that he couldn't remember it clearly, but he only remembered his surname Wu.

Wu.

As soon as I heard this surname, a person popped into my head.

It has something to do with the old religion, and it has something to do with the monster that the old monk said, maybe it has something to do with it.

The only fucking person who can meet these conditions is at least the only one of those people I know.

Wu Xian Buddha.

"Is that person's name Wu Immortal Buddha?" I asked tentatively.

Hearing this name, the old monk was obviously stunned for a moment, nodded and said yes, it is this name, at the beginning he was arguing with Wu Xian Buddha because of this name, saying that his name was not good, and it was a great disrespect to the gods and Buddhas.

"You've seen him before? It's been a long time since now, right? I asked, gesturing to my face, "Looks the same age as me?" ”

"It's the same age as you, or even a little younger than you, it should be about the same." The old monk said: "When I met him, it was twenty or thirty years ago. ”

"Do you remember this very well in a place like this? Could it be that you are misremembering the time? I asked cautiously.

The old monk said no, because he lived in such a place, so he had to grasp the concept of time well.

If he loses the concept of time, many things will become very troublesome, so in order to avoid this situation, he has his own method of timekeeping.

"Old-timer, I just met him not long ago, and his appearance is similar to mine." I whispered, and there was an indescribable doubt in my heart, no matter how I looked at it, I felt that what the old monk said was nonsense, or he remembered it wrong......

Twenty or thirty years ago, Wu Xian Buddha was the same as me, so what about today twenty or thirty years later?

Anyway, he's forty or fifty years old, right?

On the basis of this age, it is impossible to be as young as me if you play with the maintenance of your life.

"I know what you mean, but I'm telling the truth." The old monk smiled: "He is not an ordinary person, I was sure of this at the beginning, and even ......"

Speaking of this, the old monk frowned and looked at me with some doubts.

"Even if he's human, I'm still not sure."

"Immorality? Forever young? Shouldn't there be such a thing? I looked at the old monk in confusion.

From the look in his eyes, I was sure that what he said before this should have been very credible, not like he was joking with me.

The old monk smiled and said, he didn't know whether this existed or not, at least he hadn't seen it.

"What about Wu Immortal Buddha?" I couldn't help but ask, "That's not the case with him?" ”

"It should ...... Probably not......." The old monk frowned, and then said, After that, Wu Immortal Buddha never came here again until five years ago.

Five years ago.

On a seemingly ordinary day, the old religion came, and everything changed.

"Those blasphemous people have broken in, I know they are human, so I have no hostility towards them, even if they have an aura very similar to you......." The old monk sighed, his tone was very distressed, but his eyes were full of fierceness, as if he wanted to devour those old religious lives alive.

"Is the purpose of their coming here related to that monster under the Supo Temple?" I asked.

The old monk snorted, and the look in his eyes became complicated.

Anger, murderous intent, regret....... All emotions are mixed together, and it looks extremely contradictory.

"They want to unleash the monsters suppressed by the temple, so I can't let them succeed." The old monk smiled bitterly: "I know better than anyone that once this monster escapes, the consequences will be unimaginable. ”

"So you got into a fight with them?" I asked busily.

The old monk nodded and said, Six.

"There are six blasphemous people, and each of them is very strong." The old monk sighed and shook his head: "They can suppress me together, although they will not be able to kill me, but if they want to contain me and release that monster, they can still do it." ”

As soon as the words fell, the old monk spread his hands, and his laughter was a little helpless.

"So, I became like this."