Mr. Lu smiled and said, "I saw that demon monk's wrinkled face, and I guessed that his rank was not low. It seems that this time you are going to kill your relatives in righteousness. ”

The monk said, "I heard from the master that when the master took in the apprentices, he didn't want to accept the uncle, because he was ugly and his mind was not right. It's a pity that at that time, the talent withered, and I really didn't have the ability to pick, so I just wanted to pass on the mantle. As for whether the trust is not human, I really can't care about it. ”

Mr. Lu nodded and said, "That's right." After all, for so many years in the Central Plains, there has been no more demon monks. ”

The monk sighed and said, "If Uncle Shi doesn't accept apprentices, he will be the last demon monk." ”

Mr. Lu waited for the monk to sigh and asked, "Where is your master?" When will you go with us and kill the demon monk? ”

The monk smiled bitterly: "My master has been dead for many years. ”

Mr. Lu was stunned for a moment: "Passed away?" What about you? Can you kill your uncle? ”

The monk shook his head: "My little ability may not be as good as you." ”

Mr. Lu scratched his head vigorously and said, "Then who is the most capable of you here?" Can you please him out and come with us? ”

The monk pointed to his nose and said, "There are only two people left in this sect. One is me and the other is my junior brother. The two of us are half a pound and a half, but my ability is better than him. ”

Mr. Lu immediately turned into a crying face: "If you say that, no one can clean up the demon monk?" ”

The monk nodded silently and said, "Maybe there are masters in other sects who can restrain him." You can go and find them. ”

Mr. Lu sat down dejectedly and cursed: "What the hell is this?" ”

The monk looked apologetic and said nothing. Just silently put away the dishes and chopsticks. After a while, he said, "My uncle is old. I'm afraid I don't have much time left to live. As soon as he dies, the world will naturally be peaceful. If you really can't do it, will you bear with it again? ”

Mr. Lu snorted very unceremoniously.

At this time, a young man ran in, and then muttered a few words to the monk.

The monk looked at me and Mr. Lu in surprise. Then he asked the young man a few more words.

The young man nodded his head again and again. The mouth keeps talking.

After a while, the monk sent the young man away. Then he looked at the two of us strangely.

Mr. Lu was a little impatient and said, "What are you looking at? If you don't clean up the portal, don't you think we're thieves? ”

The monk shook his head and said, "I didn't treat you as thieves. But there is a man who wants to see you. ”

I looked at Mr. Lu suspiciously: "Do you still have acquaintances here?" ”

Mr. Lu was also puzzled: "Who wants to see me?" I'm in this place, but I don't know anyone anymore. ”

The monk said, "It's the clay monk who wants to see you." Come with me. ”

He was on the way, and as he walked, he said, "The young man who came just now is my junior brother. This morning he went to chant to the clay figurines. Suddenly, a clay figure monk came to life and asked to see the two of you by name. ”

When the monk said this, his tone was also very confused, and he didn't seem to believe his own brother's words.

I asked Mr. Lu suspiciously, "Who is the clay figure monk?" Do you know? ”

Mr. Lu nodded and said, "I heard the monk say it. The clay figure monk is not a person, but a type of person. Actually, there was no temple here a long time ago, and it was the clay figurines who first had a temple. ”

"In this place, every one or two hundred years, a clay figure monk appears. Before the clay figure monk became a monk, he may have been a farmer, a nobleman, or he may have been a monk. In short, there are people from all walks of life. These people live like ordinary people, and when they live to be old, they suddenly come to this place. He was ordained as a monk, and then sat on the spot. ”

I scratched my head and asked, "Sitting?" Dead? ”

Mr. Lu nodded: "Well, it's actually dead." The clay figure monk has a rule that after death, the body must not be moved at will, and it will be placed there. Until he himself slowly weathered and turned into a pile of dry bones. Because their bodies were covered with dust and even weeds, and they looked like they were made of clay, so the people here called them clay monks. ”

I said suspiciously, "In this case, the clay man monk is a dead man?" How do dead people speak? And you want to see us? ”

Mr. Lu was also a little strange. At this time, the sky is bright, and the sun is hanging high above our heads, so it stands to reason that this is the time when there should be no dirt.

Mr. Lu scratched his head and said, "This place is very different from the Central Plains, maybe there are some evil sects, who knows?" ”

I nodded and said, "That's just as well." ”

The two of us followed the monk to a small courtyard. The young man was standing at the gate of the courtyard. The two of them muttered for a moment. Then the young man ran away.

The monk turned back to the two of us and said, "The clay figure monk will only invite you two in, and I will wait outside." After the two of you go in, don't mess with their bodies, it's a big taboo. Although we don't know the origin of the clay monks, everyone respects them. ”

Mr. Lu nodded: "I understand this." ”

Then the two of us went into the courtyard.

I saw that there were people building huts out of stones next to the courtyard wall. The hut was so small that a cross-legged man could just sit in it.

The hut closest to the door had collapsed, and the dry bones inside the hut had been turned into a stone mound.

The farther you are from the door, the closer the age of the cottage will be. Finally, I saw three bodies, still intact. The corpse was covered with a thick layer of dirt. It really looks like a clay Buddha statue.

I was looking around, and the last corpse suddenly spoke: "I've finally waited for you." ”

He spoke very slowly, but his words were clear, and he clearly had a Han accent.

I was startled and saw the corpse open its eyes.

Mr. Lu saluted and said, "Senior." ”

The clay monk nodded and said, "Sit." ”

I looked at the ground, except for the small rocks, it was dirt, but there was no need to worry so much about this kind of place, I simply sat on the ground and crossed my legs like Mr. Lu.

The clay figure monk looked at the two of us with a smile and said, "The old man has been sitting here for many years, and his legs and feet are a little inflexible, I hope you will forgive me." ”

Mr. Lu asked cautiously, "You haven't been dead?" ”

The clay figure monk nodded slightly and said, "When I was young, I once learned a secret art. Sitting here, without eating, drinking, or moving, you can live to be nearly 200 years old. ”

Mr. Lu pointed to the rest of the corpses and asked, "Have they all learned this secret technique?" ”

The clay monk smiled slightly: "Them? I'm the only one here. They're just my past life. ”

When I heard this, my head buzzed, and it felt like there was so much information pouring in that I couldn't bear it.

A few words swirled in my head over and over again: "Reincarnation? Are all the corpses here his reincarnation? ”

I blurted out and said, "Are you a living Buddha?" ”

The clay figure monk smiled slightly and said, "I am much earlier than the Living Buddha. After I was reincarnated several times, there was a living Buddha in Tibet. "Rank low.

I think it's a little incredible, reincarnation, the most secret thing in the world, has really let us meet?

It occurred to me that the Doubter Clay Man was an old liar. But when I think about it, I don't think it's possible.

Mr. Lu was much calmer than me, he sat on the ground and said, "Senior, I was in front just now, and I heard that you were going to see us, but I don't know what is going on. ”

The clay figure monk smiled slightly and said, "In each of my lives, after decades of confusion in the world, I will suddenly wake up and remember the events of my previous life. Then when I came here, the old monk did bitter meditation, prolonged his life with secret techniques, and sat until he died of old age, do you know why? ”

Mr. Lu shook his head.

The clay monk said, "Because I'm waiting for an old man." If you can't wait for one life, you will wait for two lives, and if you can't wait for two lives, you will wait for three lives. And just now, I felt the breath of the old man, so I stopped the little monk who came here to recite the scriptures, and asked him to help me see if there were people from outside here. ”