Hearing the sound coming from the corner in front of him, Su Han turned his head and made a silent gesture to Jiese, who was following behind.

waved his hand and secretly transmitted the sound.

"I'll buy a few..... I'll look into the situation, you're here, don't move. ”

Jiese nodded, seeing that the corners of Su Han's mouth hooked up an inexplicable smile, and for some reason, he only looked confused.

Performing a deceptive decision, reining in his own breath, Su Han carefully popped his head out of the corner and observed secretly.

At the end of the passage is a spacious stone cave.

At the entrance of the stone cave, a little monk named Shakyamuni is standing there, holding a large bucket in his arms, and only a slightly rickety back can be seen.

Seeing this scene, I don't know what interesting things came to mind, Su Han hooked the corners of his mouth inexplicably.

Turning around, he said to the ring as if he was admonishing, "You are here this time, don't move around." ”

Jie Se looked confused, this sentence ..... Didn't you already tell me just now?

Does saying it twice in a row have any special meaning?

Nodding a little confusedly, he frowned and thought secretly, analyzing whether Su Han's behavior was trying to express something.

Su Han grinned and raised his feet and walked towards the entrance of the stone cave.

It's enough for you to stand here by yourself, he won't be stupid to stand here and wait.

In the stone cave, Shakyamuni held the bucket in his arms and nodded at the existence that Su Han could not see for the time being in the depths of the stone cave.

"It's all brought. ”

As he spoke, Shakyamuni walked to the depths of the cave with the bucket in his arms.

"Good! good!"

There was a bit of excitement in the old voice.

Su Han was secretly curious in his heart, what did Shakyamuni, an ordinary little monk, bring to this old guy that made him so excited?

Curious, his pace unconsciously sped up a little.

By the time Shakyamuni stopped, Su Han had already walked silently to the entrance of the stone cave.

Looking into the cave in the faint light, Shakyamuni was bending down and placing the bucket in his arms on the ground.

A meter beside him, there sat an old monk whose skin was as dry as the bark, blood vessels and green tendons of an old tree, and the whole person was as old as if a gust of wind could blow it away, like a dried corpse buried in the cellar for thousands of years.

There was a faint golden light on the old monk's skin, which flickered from time to time under the faint light.

Seeing that the ring color put down the bucket in his arms, the old monk's eyes were a little impatient with joy, and his face was undisguised joy.

When he smiled triumphantly, he showed a few teeth left in his mouth.

Looking closely, Su Han found that even the old monk's teeth were the color of gold.

I don't know how long this old guy hasn't brushed his teeth, and ..... This old yellow tooth is difficult to get yellow to this extent without brushing your teeth.

Estimate..... The old monk also smoked and probably liked to drink tea.

Guessing maliciously in his heart, Su Han even doubted that if his chest and abdomen were dissected, his lungs would be completely black.

Shakyamuni put the large vat he had brought in from the outside on the ground and straightened up to look at the old monk.

The old monk raised his hand and made a forward pounce, trying to uncover the lid of the barrel in front of him.

It's just a pity..... I don't know if the functions of the body have been completely degraded, the old monk struggled a few times, but he couldn't get up completely.

After a few struggles, he collapsed on the futon under his buttocks, and the old monk's eyes showed a little embarrassment.

"Alas, old..... I'm old. ”

He raised his head and looked at Shakyamuni with an expectant look in his eyes.

"Little monk, you ..... Can you help me open the lid of the bucket so I can see what's inside?"

Shakyamuni glanced at him, nodded, and replied sullenly, "Okay." ”

Leaning down and raising his hand to unscrew the lid of the barrel, the old monk stretched his neck to look into the barrel, and the look of surprise in his eyes became thicker.

"This ..... The quality is so high!

With Shakyamuni's movements, Su Han's eyes also looked at the big wooden barrel that was placed on the ground without blinking.

When the lid of the barrel was completely unscrewed, revealing the contents of the barrel, Su Han couldn't help but be stunned.

Looking closely at the golden liquid in the barrel, Su Han racked his brains and couldn't think of it, this old monk ..... What's the point of asking for a bucket of such a thing?

Just when Su Han was puzzled, in the stone cave, the old monk looked at the precept again and made his request.

"Little monk, a good person will do it to the end, you ..... Can you put them on me?"

Shakyamuni looked at him, pondered for a moment, and asked, "Are you really the Great Patriarch?"

The old monk nodded, "Naturally, although I am much older than before, and this body has been somewhat deformed, but if you look closely, should my appearance be somewhat similar to the statues placed in the sect?"

Shakyamuni thought for a moment and nodded, "Okay, I can help you." ”

After speaking, Shakyamuni patted his storage bag, but the storage bag did not react at all.

"Little monk, have you forgotten again, as I said before, this space is quite special, isolating all storage equipment. ”

Shakyamuni scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly, "But..... I don't have a brush in my hand. ”

"Uh-huh....."

The old monk nodded, looked around, and fixed his gaze under his ass.

"Do you think I can use this futon?"

"Futon?"

Shakyamuni looked at the futon that had been sitting under the ass for I don't know how many years, and it had already been tattered, and he didn't dislike it.

"I'll try it, don't rely on me if the brush is uneven. ”

The old monk nodded kindly, "Of course!"

Shakyamuni lifted the old monk to a stone on the side, moved the wooden barrel over, took the futon on the ground and dismantled it, tied the feathers of some unknown birds inside, and made a feather brush.

Put it in the bucket and dip it in the golden liquid in the bucket, grabbed the old monk's arm, and gently brushed it.

As the feather brush fell, the old monk's arm was cast with a layer of gold.

In the distance, Su Han's eyes, who had witnessed the whole process, couldn't help but widen.

This.....

Could this be legendary..... Anti-rust paint?

But.....

That old monk is obviously a person!

What is the use of a living person applying anti-rust paint to himself?

Could it be..... This old monk is not a human, but a robot that looks like a human on the outside?

Just when Su Han was surprised and suspected that the old monk might be a robot, Shakyamuni had already smeared one of the old monk's legs with a layer of gold with a rapid movement.

I don't know if it's an illusion, when the old monk's entire arm was painted gold, faintly, Su Han seemed to see a golden light flashing on his arm.

It's just that the golden light is just a flash, and even Su Han can't see it clearly.

So..... Is it a delusion?

Is it because the whole arm was painted gold, so it visually played a deceptive effect, making yourself mistakenly think that there was a flash of golden light on that arm at that moment?

Still is......

Secretly vigilant, Su Han solemnly looked at the plot that was being staged in the stone cave.

After brushing one arm, Shakyamuni grabbed the old monk's other arm and brushed it.

First two arms, then two legs, and even fingernails and toenails were not spared.

When the old monk's entire upper body was painted golden, the next scene made Su Han can't help but cover his eyes.

What the hell....

Can you imagine an old monk standing there naked, and a little monk with a somewhat dull look and a little wooden but delicate eyebrows sitting on the ground, his hands moving on his lower body..... Is it such a spicy eye?

Anyway..... Su Han couldn't bear to look at it directly.

Fortunately, the movements of the little monk Shakyamuni are still very fast.

After a few breaths, except for his head, the old monk's whole body was painted with a layer of gold.

"So.... Is that okay?"

Shakyamuni stopped moving, looked at the old monk and asked.

The old monk grinned, "Yes! Thank you, little monk, for your kindness today, I will definitely repay you when I recover." ”

Shakyamuni shook his head noncommittally.

"I've already helped you out, so if there's nothing to do, I'll leave first?"

As he spoke, Shakyamuni was about to turn around.

"Wait a minute!"

Just as he was about to turn around, the old monk's voice sounded again.

"Huh?"

Shakyamuni turned his head and looked at the old monk puzzled, "Isn't there nothing wrong?"

The old monk nodded, "The next thing is that the old monk can come by himself, it's just ..... Little monk, you have helped me so much, and in return, I decided to invite you to stay and witness a miracle. ”

"Miracle?"

Shakyamuni looked at the old monk in front of him who was about to decay, and he really doubted that he could perform some miracles.

The old monk grinned, revealing a mouthful of old yellow teeth.

"Don't worry, soon. ”

After speaking, the old monk picked up the feather brush that Shakyamuni had just used, dipped it in yellow dye, and brushed it on his face.

The old monk brushed very carefully, one at a time, not long.... The whole face, the whole big bald head, was dyed golden by the old monk.

After finishing the last bit of dyeing work, the old monk dropped the feather brush and smiled at Shakyamuni, "Don't blink, the next thing is the time to witness the miracle.....

After speaking, the old monk closed his eyes and silently said luck.

After a while, a face turned red, don't say a miracle, the old monk didn't even hold back a fart.

"This ..... It's the miracle you let me witness?"

Shakyamuni thought for a moment, pointed to the old monk's face that had turned from gold to red, and asked.

But..... He had little interest in this kind of miracle.

He didn't find it magical at all to change the color of his face.

Hearing this, the old monk's face turned a little redder, but this time he was ashamed.

Shaking his head, the old monk was a little puzzled.

"No, it's already done, but what's wrong?"

I checked my body up and down again, and even the bird looked through it carefully, making sure that everything on my body was golden.

The old monk put his right hand to his mouth, and a finger lightly touched one of the few teeth in his mouth, thinking secretly.

Shakyamuni pointed at the old monk with a strange expression, opened his mouth, and stopped talking.

Seeing Shakyamuni's expression, the old monk's eyes lit up, "Little monk, have you found anything wrong?"

Shakyamuni opened his mouth several times, and it took a long time to hold back a sentence, "I..... I just want to ask, don't you feel awkward when you put your fingers in your mouth?"

Old Monk: "......"

I looked at my hand, and then I remembered that this hand ..... But I just turned over the bird's nest.....

Originally, I didn't pay much attention to it, but after Shakyamuni's reminder, the old monk almost couldn't hold back his nausea vomit.

"Ancestor, are you alright?"

Seeing that the old monk's face seemed to be a little wrong, Shakyamuni asked with some concern.

"It's fine. ”

The old monk had a dark face, and hummed a few words from between his teeth.

This unfilial disciple, at this time, not to mention helping the patriarch find the problem, even has time to pay attention to the small details of the patriarch's fingers and teeth.

Well?

Wait.....

Tooth!

Capturing the flash of light in his mind, the old monk looked at the remaining one-third of the golden dye in the barrel.

After hesitating, he plunged his head into it, and opened his mouth to swallow a large mouthful of golden dye.

The golden dye entrance dyed the old monk's mouth and teeth golden.

Close your eyes, emotions brewing.

After a few breaths, the old monk's body suddenly burst out with dazzling golden light.

"Boom~"

The roar caused by the energy continued to sound, and the old monk's shriveled body swelled up as quickly as if it had been soaked in water.

Not long after, a tall, muscular, and angry-eyed Vajra-like monk appeared in front of Shakyamuni and Su Han.

"Hahaha! I'm back...... Golden cicada, you can't think of it!

No, you wouldn't have thought that I would have been dead a long time ago!"

Just like the villain who is about to appear before the finale of the movie, the virtuous monk puts his hands on his hips, looks up to the sky and roars, looking like he can be terrible.

On the side, Shakyamuni, who witnessed this transformation that was more bizarre than the transformation of a Super Saiyan, and whose magic degree was second only to that of an ordinary person who instantly inflated into Ultraman dozens of meters high, looked at the King Kong-like monk beside him in confusion.

"You..... Is it the Great Virtue Patriarch?"

The monk with the golden light on his body lowered his head and looked at the little monk who had just helped him.

"That's right, I'm your Great Virtue Patriarch, isn't it a surprise, a surprise?"

Shakyamuni nodded and shook his head again.

"Huh?"

Seeing that the Great Patriarch looked at himself with some confusion, he obviously didn't understand what he meant.

Shakyamuni thought for a moment and explained, "There is a bit of an accident, but there is no surprise. ”

Patriarch Dade: "......"

Do I want you to answer so honestly?

His face darkened, and the Great Patriarch shook his head and glanced at Shakyamuni.

"Do you have any wishes, you can say it now, for the sake of your face for helping this patriarch, this patriarch can consider whether to complete it for you. ”

Shakyamuni thought for a moment and shook his head, "Wish? ”

Patriarch Dade: "..... You only have one chance. ”

Shakyamuni thought about it and shook his head again, "You begged me at the beginning, seeing that you were very pitiful, I helped you, as for what you asked me to do for me, I really didn't think about it." ”

Hearing this, the great master of virtue was so hung that he couldn't hold it back.

Poor him?

Well.... Okay, he's pathetic, but that's all in the past!

was pitied by the bastard bastard of the golden cicada, and ended up with a golden body shattered and almost died, how pitiful he was at that time, he could only wag his tail and beg for help from a little monk who was not even a monk.

But now.....

Glancing at Shakyamuni and seeing that his eyes were firm, Patriarch Dade nodded.

"Since you don't have any last wishes, then I'll send you straight on your way. ”

"No, I'll ..... myself"

Just as I was about to say that I could go back by myself, Shakyamuni's voice suddenly paused, raised his head, and looked at the Great Master in confusion.

"The ...... Will you send me..... On the road?"

"Hmm. ”

Patriarch Dade smiled, raised his right hand, and slapped it lightly towards Shakyamuni's head.

"I forgot to tell you, in addition to being your Great Virtue Patriarch, I also have another identity - the Mechanical Buddha Clan.

The stupid golden cicada never knew how stupid his choice was back then. ”

As he spoke, the power of destruction poured out of the hands of the Great Virtue Patriarch, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with a kind smile.

"Really, what are you doing with all this?

Damn the golden cicada ruined my golden body, and it has already delayed the plan by hundreds of thousands.

Now, it is finally time for the king to return and lead the Buddha back to the stage. ”