If life has not changed, it is just a short hundred years, birth, old age, sickness and death.

Zhao Zimo was quite happy in his last life, at least there were no disasters.

In addition to being stoned to death by the system, only when his parents divorced in the family, he cried for a while, but he was already an adult at that time and was able to adjust his mentality in a short time, not to mention that the divorce was not impossible to see.

Life just changed from living together to living separately.

But after he started over, he originally thought that he had no one to rely on when he entered the new world, and he had to rely on his own efforts.

As a result, he turned into a baby, a conscious baby, but he could clearly feel how much the old monk loved, so that he really felt the feeling of being cared for again, and let him feel the feeling of having parents again.

And the people closest to him, the people who have taken care of him for sixteen years, the people he believes in the most, are gone......

That kind of blow, it's really unimaginable!

Especially that night, the master held his hand, didn't say a word, just looked at him softly, and slowly swallowed his last breath, the feeling of powerlessness was completely indescribable.

What about the innate realm, after all, it can't compare to the dead heart.

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It is said that people who do not get sick all year round suddenly catch a cold, which is extremely serious.

Zhao Zimo, whose mentality has been like a flat mirror all year round, suddenly shattered on that day, it was almost difficult to recover, and he couldn't afford to get sick, and he was in a trance all day long, either lying in bed and sleeping, or looking at the hundreds of paintings he painted back then.

If it weren't for his innate Dao body, his cultivation would definitely plummet, but he would not wake up all day long, his spirit and spirit would be completely lost, and his realm would fall sooner or later.

Looking at Abbot Zimo who was in a daze in the courtyard, some old monks of the Zizi generation also walked out, and finally just shook their heads.

One of them, a master who was over eighty years old, was close to being born and unbroken, and at this time he just said slowly: "Born, into the world, Uncle Zhipu is too eager, or ...... He was in too much of a hurry to let him go to the world to practice.

Although Senior Brother Zimo is extremely talented and has extraordinary understanding, he was also raised by Uncle Zhipu.

In the entire Shaolin Temple, none of you could afford him at the beginning, right?

But you don't want to think about it, you don't like to call him Uncle Xiaoshi, he understands what's going on, can he understand so much?

At the beginning, he was just a child, even if he was amazingly perceptive, even if he was an adult, could he stand the feeling of being isolated, there were more than 1,000 people in the entire Shaolin Temple, and only one master could talk to him, have you ever thought about it?

You look at him with that kind of strange eyes, how can he stand it?

Forbearance, forbearance, forbearance.

Endurance to three years ago, let you see the extraordinary......

But after all, there are still some problems, because he is the one who can talk to the master.

He has no one to communicate with, the people of his generation are our old guys, and people of the same age need to call him Uncle Xiaoshi.

And today, his only relative is gone, and he has directly lost his soul and half of his life, and the innate realm will not be guaranteed.

Now the Buddha can't do anything but look at himself.

Amitabha...... Gone, Uncle Shi is gone, he is so old, I also want to accompany him for a while and go to the Western Heaven Elysium to have a look. The eighty-year-old master said a few words and left, and three days later, the second respected Shaolin master passed away.

Some of the disciples of the Juezi generation, especially those who used to have a bad attitude in words, are now eager to smoke themselves a few big mouths.

"Why, Buddha, Shaolin finally came to such a little uncle, but now it has become like this, it's been a whole month, please be merciful and let him go!" Jueming, as the meanest one, knelt on the ground at this time.

He looked at the sluggish Zhao Zimo, smirked from time to time, and then thought about his original attitude, only to realize that he could do this kind of thing to a child, and it was completely a Buddha who had cultivated for half a lifetime.

"Get up, senior brother, junior uncle will be fine!" Jueyuan stood beside him and sighed.

If you want to say that you are wrong, except for the little monk Zimo, the entire Shaolin Temple is at fault.

The abbot was at fault, and the fault was that he should not have taken him as an apprentice directly, and gave him such a big seniority.

The disciples of the Juezi generation are at fault, and the fault is that the Buddha's heart has not been repaired, even if he can call the little uncle, he is unwilling in his heart after all.

There are mistakes in the treasure generation, and the fault lies in being young and ignorant, and sneering.

"If there is anything, I have to kneel, my Buddha is compassionate, kind, understanding, tolerant, I have learned, but I am not serious, rote memorization of Buddhist scriptures, and I have not realized it.

I am dedicated to learning martial arts, just seeking to reach the peak, just to be famous.

I had selfish intentions and tried to become the abbot, but in the end, it was only at this point that I woke up.

Uncle Xiao should be the one who is most unwilling to become the abbot.

Whenever he was free, he would come to the wall of the temple to paint, originally thought that he was sitting lazy, but now that he thinks about it, he looks into the distance from time to time, looks at the village below the mountain, looks at the clouds in the sky, and sweeps his eyes over the Songshan Mountain not far away.

It turned out that he was just yearning for the outside world, and he obviously wanted to see how wonderful the outside world was.

But he understood the teachings of the head of the family, and he knew that the head of the master asked him to accept this position, so he never asked for anything, he just worked silently.

He knew that if he brought it up, Uncle Shi would definitely let him go out for a walk, after all, if he didn't enter the rivers and lakes, it would be good to go down the mountain for a walk.

But he refused, he was trying to digest all the Buddhist scriptures, martial arts, and even everything that his master had passed on to him.

He did it, but we can't read it with the naked eye, and we can't read it......" Speaking of this, he paused and looked at Jueyuan with red eyes

"Senior brother, I want to take him around the rivers and lakes, maybe it will be much better to see other scenery, it is much better than letting him stay in the abbot's courtyard and be shocked......

Jueyuan was stunned: "You want to take Abbot Zimo with you?" ”

"Don't worry, there are few people in the rivers and lakes who are my opponents, although there are some old guys who are in the congenital realm, but they have long been in seclusion, if the little uncle loses a hair, I will not be able to go to the Western Elysium after I die!" Jue Ming said ruthlessly.

"Amitabha, senior brother, don't talk nonsense, and the abbot is gone, and the first seat of the Dharma Academy is leaving, what should Shaolin do?"

"There are still a lot of excellent disciples of the Juezi generation, let the elders choose one to be the first seat of the Dharma Academy, and Senior Brother Jueyuan, you will sit on that generation of abbots first, if the little uncle has not been good, then you should go down!"

"Senior brother, you ...... You"

"What are you? I'm your senior brother, I don't know your temperament yet, not to mention that you are close to breaking through the innate realm with only one kick, which is not bad, at least much stronger than me.

Senior brother, I am still stuck at the peak of the day after tomorrow, and I can't move forward...... "Jue Ming is tall and big, and he looks determined.

The next day, he summoned many Shaolin elders and elected the new head of the Dharma Academy, with Jueyuan as the acting head, and the abbot Zimo was still young and needed to continue to practice......

And he and Zhao Zimo changed into a set of clothes for pedestrians in the rivers and lakes, rode a horse, and went down the mountain.

Since then, there has been a little monk who has stepped on the rivers and lakes......