Although the monk was still sitting cross-legged at this time, chanting bursts of Sanskrit sounds in his mouth, the Sanskrit sounds were too mechanical, just like a frog that was dead, but if you poke its nerves, it can still scratch the reflex. The monk in front of him is in the same situation now, his consciousness is no longer here, but he still follows his instinct and recites the scriptures. But the four people outside could only see the vague figure in the black flame, and they were still frightened by the monk's chanting, and they would not engage in monks anymore until they had to do it. Now they retreated first, ready to take a break and clear the others before cleaning up the monk's hard bones.

At the moment when the Vajra Dharma collapsed, the demonic energy inevitably filled the monk's body. After the demonic qi entered the monk's body, it seemed to be "here", and it gathered at a very fast speed and rushed towards the monk's brain. However, near the monk's brain, a transparent barrier appeared, blocking the demonic energy, so that they could no longer enter the slightest.

When the demonic qi was fighting against the barrier, a trace of imperceptible black qi wafted out from the depths of the monk's mind, and a small eye was drilled on the barrier. At this moment, the demonic qi should be combined inside and outside, and the barrier was washed to pieces, and the monk's eyes were also swallowed by black.

The monk's consciousness was like a stick on the back of his head, and he felt dizzy, but when he opened his eyes, he was no longer a cold steel base in front of him, but a market that had been around for some years. Some of the years mentioned here are really old, at least thousands of years ago.

There are no people in the bazaar, as if they were posed for photos in a film and television base.

The monk was walking around the bazaar, and where he walked, suddenly there was a crowd, and there was a sense of unreality, but it seemed that it had always been there, and it had never changed.

The monk found that he could see the crowd coming and going, but the crowd could not see him. When the monk passed by a little beggar, the beggar looked up at the monk.

"Amitabha, seeing each other is fate, the poor monk sees that you are pitiful, I wonder if you are willing to follow me up the mountain to become a monk and become a monk?"

It turned out that the little beggar was not looking at himself, but that he was overlapping with an old monk.

The little beggar shook his head and said:

"No, I'm going to be a businessman, make a lot of money, and live in a big, big house, and eat a lot of good food. ”

"Amitabha, everyone has their own ambitions, the poor monk will not force you, here is the consistent money, what you can do depends on your creation. ”

As he spoke, the old monk took out the money from his pocket and put it in the little beggar's bowl. The little beggar also learned to fold his hands and bow. When I looked up again, the old monk had disappeared.

The monk watched from the side, and for some reason, he always felt that the little beggar in front of him had an inexplicable sense of intimacy, maybe he was related to the Buddha.

In another trance, the little beggar in front of him disappeared, and the surrounding shops also changed, but it could still be seen that this was the market at that time.

In front of the monk, there is no longer a dilapidated old wall where the little beggar is squatting, but a grain store, watching the people coming in and out, the business is not bad.

Just as the monk wanted to leave, a young man who had not yet taken off his childish spirit came out of the grain store and received a big customer.

"Boss Wu, you came today to give me face. In this case, I'll give you a 10% discount. ”

"Look at what you said, Gongzi became the owner of Zhang Ji Grain Store at a young age, and the future is limitless. With that, the two of them walked into the grain store with a smile.

The monk was in a trance, and the young man in front of him looked exactly like himself, and he also looked a little like a little beggar.

Before the monk could come to his senses, the picture turned again, and the one in front of him was no longer comparable to the original small bazaar. The little beggar who was a young man at the last moment is now a mature and stable uncle, and the "Zhang Ji Grain Store" behind him has also opened in the capital. The dream of the little beggar in the corner has come true, but he is not happy to realize his dream. At the same time, the north side of the city was in flames, and the capital was in chaos, and the people rushed to flee, but the little beggar did not move.

The little beggar sighed and said alone:

"With money, power, and seeing too much sinister in the world, this is not what I want. ”

After that, he killed himself.

In the crowd, a corpse was so ordinary, and even a team of armor soldiers passing by didn't look at the corpse with their eyes, but sealed the Zhang Ji Grain Store behind it by themselves, while saying:

"King Han will definitely reward us, we will hold on here, and we can't let others take the credit from here. ”

"Yes!"

In a trance, the surroundings were already snowy, and a child swayed past the monk, yes, it was still the little beggar, but it seemed that he was about to spend his life in hunger and cold.

"Plop", the little beggar fell into the snowdrift and fainted. The monk looked at the unconscious little beggar in front of him, and the people passing by around him were all in a hurry, and they didn't have any intention of rescuing the little beggar. Maybe in their eyes, they are all self-protecting, how can they have the spare energy to care about the lives of others?

Just when the little beggar couldn't hold it anymore, two old men came from a distance.

"Amitabha, this kid is pitiful, why don't we rescue him. ”

"Okay, it just so happens that I haven't had a queen for the old man, so it's better to adopt him to inherit the craft. ”

In this way, it is good karma. ”

So saying, the two old men picked up the little beggar and took him away.

Time is like an arrow, and time is like a shuttle. This sentence is vividly embodied in front of the monk.

In a blink of an eye, the little beggar had grown up, and the old man was also paralyzed on the bed, only breathing.

"Zhang Tianxiang, come here. ”

"Yes, master. ”

"Before that, the teacher wants to tell you that as a doctor, it is a conscience, and you must not forget it at any time, and human life is more important than everything. With that, he swallowed.

"Master...... Master...... The boy remembered......" replied the little beggar, choking up, but his master could not hear it.

The picture turns, and the little beggar sits in a gorgeous and rich palace.

"You say, you want to open my head?"

"Yes, Prime Minister Cao, this is the only way, otherwise your migraine will kill you. ”

"Hua Tuo, are you stupid to be an old man?

"Prime Minister, Hua Tuo has always valued life most and has no other ideas. ”

"Joke! In my opinion, you were bought by Wu and Shu and wanted to kill me. ”

"If you don't do this, you will die with this migraine. ”

"You don't have to worry about it, I'd rather teach me to bear the world, and stop teaching the world to bear me! ”

In prison, Zhang Tianxiang, who was already an old man, smiled and said to himself:

"Master, studying medicine can't save people's hearts. ”

After that, everything resets. The monk understood that these were his past lives, and he tried many professions and various paths, but in the end he only ended up with regrets.

After Hua Tuo, there seemed to be an invisible hand speeding up the memories, and it seemed that the people behind were impatient.

In front of the monk's eyes, a Taoist priest, a teacher, and a general flashed...... This life flashed by until, in the ninth life, time suddenly slowed down.

The monk's head is dizzy now, and after reading the memories of the middle sixth life like a roller coaster, even if he is a monk, he must take it slowly.

As if the people behind the scenes knew, the things in front of them suddenly stopped, waiting for the monk to rest.

The monk closed his eyes, sat cross-legged, and recited the meditation mantra in his mouth, and his tired spirit was relieved.

"Hey, okay, it's annoying, it's long enough for you to rest. ”

A voice of impatience came from afar. The monk opened his eyes and saw a young man dressed in a dark style walking towards the monk. When I looked closely, the person in front of me looked exactly like a monk, but with dark red hair that was extremely bewitching.

"Amitabha, presumably you are the ninth life of the poor monk. ”

"Yes, I didn't expect to be a bald donkey in my next life. Alas, unexpected, reasonable. If you had known, you would not have begged for death. Bald donkey, it was the demonic qi outside your body that attracted me, come, I have seen so much waste, now, let you see, what is the Demon Venerable!"