I looked at the clay monk suspiciously, and said, "When have you been waiting for your old man?" ”

The clay monk said, "From the first life to the present. ”

I scratched my head and said, "Judging from the corpse here, your first life is probably thousands of years away from here, right?" The two of us are less than a hundred years old combined, and we shouldn't know each other. ”

The clay figure monk nodded and said, "Naturally, I am not waiting for the two of you. But you should have seen my old man. You have his breath on you. So when you approach here, I notice it. ”

Mr. Lu said suspiciously: "The two of us have seen your old man?" An old man who has lived for a thousand years? Unless he's going to do that kind of secret art for you. ”

The clay monk smiled slightly and said, "No one knows my secret technique anymore. After I die, the soul does not go through reincarnation, but chooses a fetus that has died in the womb, and then takes possession of its body and begins the next life. This method is against the way of heaven and has been abandoned. ”

"Hey, when I was young, I knew too many secret techniques, and I don't know when these secret techniques began to appear, and they have been passed down from generation to generation. Later, Buddhism prevailed, and the secret art was passed down along with Buddhism. Gradually, the monks became more and more thorough in their understanding of the Dharma, and they became more and more disdainful of these secret techniques, and later, this secret technique disappeared completely. ”

"If the old monk hadn't waited for the old man, he would have given up this secret art a long time ago and concentrated on participating in Buddhism."

Mr. Lu thought for a while and said, "That old man of yours, is it a human or a ghost, a man or a woman?" You describe it, maybe we can remember. ”

The clay figure was silent for a moment, then said, "If I'm right, he's still locked up in a painting. ”

I looked at him in amazement, and was speechless for two or three seconds. Then I pointed at him and stammered, "The girl in red? He's talking about the girl in red? ”

The clay figure nodded, and there seemed to be joy in his tone: "You have indeed seen her. Yes, she was a young girl when I sealed her in that painting. ”

Mr. Lu's expression was also quite moved, and he said, "Could it be that you are the monk back then?" ”

The clay figure nodded and said, "Not bad." When the old monk was young, he lived in the Central Plains for decades, and because of his peculiar appearance, the Central Plains people called me a monk. ”

I patted my thigh excitedly: "It's actually you, I didn't expect that the monk the girl in red is looking for, it's actually you?" ”

The clay figure nodded with a smile, and then asked, "Now that you have met the princess." I don't know, have you seen the machine. ”

I nodded and said, "Both of them have seen it." ”

Then I told me in detail about the machine and the girl in red.

The clay figure monk was silent for a while, and then said, "The master of the machine was the most famous monk at that time, and I was fortunate to be his junior disciple. Actually, my understanding of the Dharma is really far from his, so how can I be qualified to be his disciple? Actually, I wanted to worship him as a teacher at first, but I had a secret technique, which made him admire him very much. He thinks that the two of us have our own strengths, and insists on refusing to be my master. So I had to settle for the next best thing. ”

I said, "The monk in the painting once said that you and your brother designed it. Lock them up in the painting. Is that true? ”

The clay figure monk nodded and said, "We really designed it. When my brother was dying, I was in front of him. At that time, I already regretted what I did back then, and it was nothing to seal the discernment machine in that painting, after all, we were also so that he could achieve positive results. But the princess was innocent. So I asked my brother if he regretted it. The senior brother shook his head and said that in order to achieve positive results, he would never regret it. ”

Unexpectedly, seven days after his brother's death, he suddenly woke up. Sue me and say that he has been suffering in hell for the past seven days. Although he promoted Buddhism and benefited all sentient beings during his lifetime, he had great merits. But because of his vicious heart, he harmed the princess. So still being beaten to hell. ”

"That night, he and I had a knee talk. I talked about the Dharma all night. Before dawn, he told me that if he could find the princess and release her, he could make up for some of his sins. With that, he lay down on the bed and became a corpse again. ”

"I had the heart to find the painting and bring the soul back into the world. But unfortunately, I don't know how many times it has changed hands, and I really can't find out where it is. ”

It dawned on me and said, "So you've been waiting for the princess to come to you for so many years?" ”

The clay monk nodded: "The princess knows that I am a monk, and she will definitely find a way to find me here." It's just that I didn't expect that after so many years, the two of you will arrive. ”

Mr. Lu thought for a while and said, "This is a bit offensive to the old-timers, but I still dare to ask." The woman in red once told us that if you die, she will be freed from the painting. Since you can't find them, why don't you ......"

The clay figure monk smiled slightly and said, "Why don't you kill yourself as soon as possible, so that she can be freed from the painting?" ”

Mr. Lu nodded.

The clay monk sighed and said, "I have been sitting here for generations. This taste is indeed a bit worse than death. I also thought about killing myself. Once reincarnated, I am liberated, and so is the princess. But I can't. ”

Mr. Lu asked curiously, "Why?" ”

The clay figure monk said: "Because of the discernment. When my brother was dying, he once explained that I must wait until I become a Buddha before I can complete my mission. As long as I live, that painting can be stored for a day, and I can practice peacefully for a day. I insisted on not dying, not only to wait for the princess to come to me, but also to wait for the opportunity to become a Buddha. ”

When I heard this, I felt a little sorry for the princess: in the eyes of these monks, you are really worthless. It turns out that the deceased of the clay figure monk and others is not you, but the discernment.

Mr. Lu smiled and said, "Now you can be regarded as becoming a Buddha." It's just that he, the Buddha, can only exist in the painting. Once you come to the human world, you will soon become mortal. So have you completed this task? Say that you have not completed it, but you have indeed become a Buddha. Say you're done, as soon as you die, you'll be ......"

I hurriedly dragged Mr. Lu and said, "The old monk has been sitting here in dry meditation for more than a thousand years, you must not play this kind of twists and turns with him, in case he goes around and goes crazy, it will be too miserable." ”

Mr. Lu laughed twice, and sure enough, he stopped talking.

The clay figure slowly raised his hand. He moved slowly, as if he was worried that his bones would break. He moved his wrists, then his shoulders, and then slowly straightened his legs.

By noon, the clay figure monk could barely stand up.

He said, "I have to follow you to the Central Plains and release the princess." ”

Mr. Lu smiled bitterly and said, "Go to the Central Plains? Old-timers, we can't guarantee your safety over there. We've got into trouble with a very powerful demon monk who is waiting for us to go back and kill us. ”

The clay monk was stunned for a moment, and asked suspiciously, "Demon monk?" What kind of demon magic? "The Formation Hall is talented.

Mr. Lu said: "This monk recruited women and refined corpses. ”

The clay figure monk nodded and said, "Is it a disciple of that small sect?" ”

Mr. Lu thought for a while before he reacted: "It's the sect hidden in the Red Sect. ”

The clay figure monk said nonchalantly: "I should be a big deal, you don't have to worry, this person, I can help you solve it." ”

I looked at him in disbelief: "You? ”

I don't want to show disrespect, but this old monk took two steps and shook it, and I was really worried that his old bones, which had never moved, would suddenly break while walking.

The clay monk smiled slightly and said, "Young man, the size of your skills has no absolute relationship with the strength of your body. For example, you, a white-faced scholar, are far from that compared to our young men in Tibet. But if one day, the power in your body bursts out, I'm afraid even I will have to avoid three points. ”