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Meng Yiwei looked at the startled cold birds, swept by in pieces, and flew away. The mountain was finally quiet, the falling snow could be heard, and only the low whimper of the little monk could be heard.

Well, no!

Meng Yiwei turned back suddenly, only to see a shabby robe covered empty, he moved three steps to the left, he could avoid it, he heard a muffled snort, looked up, and the shirtless lama carrying the unconscious little monk had already bypassed the mountain temple and swept towards the back mountain.

Meng Yiwei hurriedly took two steps and wanted to follow, but the old monk's faint voice sounded, "Let him go! Maybe you are right, it is up to Xiaocao to decide! Besides, the golden wheel of the great lama is shattered, and the soul is destroyed, and he will not live for a day!"

Meng Yiwei sighed softly, squatted down to look at the old monk's increasingly rickety back, and asked, "Old monk, are you really not successful?"

The old monk pursed his lips and smiled slightly, but did not answer, but said, "Quickly carry me back to the meditation room, I got up early today, and I have to go back to make up for sleep!"

The bones of the old monk were full of cracks and could not be moved violently, so Meng Yiwei had no choice but to hug the futon under the old monk and lift the old monk's thin body as a whole. Coming to the foyer and looking at the hidden temple door, Meng Yiwei couldn't help but feel a nameless fire in his heart, and he raised his feet to kick. The old monk hurriedly gasped and stopped, "Don't get down, it's broken, what are you doing to cultivate?

Listening to the old monk's usual words, Meng Yiwei finally couldn't hold back her tears.

The temple is still splendid, but it is empty, and I don't know where the monks are hiding! At this time, at the entrance of the main entrance of the main hall, several withered old monks rushed out, looking at the old monk in Meng Yiwei's arms with a sad face.

"No, is it worth it to fight for a moment and lose a lifetime?" an old monk asked slowly.

Hearing this, the weak old monk actually raised his head angrily and shouted, "There is an ancient Buddha in your heart, how can you care about the gains and losses of a moment, the gains and losses of a lifetime, and your own body will cross the misfortune, and you will all enter reincarnation, Uncle Yiming, are you still obsessed with the supreme Buddha kingdom?"

The old monk shook his head and said nothing, reciting the Buddha's name.

The old monk suppressed his anger, closed his eyes and breathed, and sighed lightly for a while, "After I pass away, Venerable Yiming wears a purple and gold robe and holds the abbot's golden pot, and he is here!"

Several old monks bowed their heads and folded their heads, "Obey the abbot's decree!"

Meng Yiwei carried the old monk around the main hall and returned to the meditation room where the old monk lived alone. From the outside, the old monk's meditation room has the same gold and silver ornaments, but the inside is exceptionally simple. The meditation room is divided into two rooms, the inner room is the old monk's bedroom, and the outer room is a small Buddhist hall. A carved wooden Buddha blackened by incense, as tall as a person, sat on a red lotus throne covered with oil, his hands were not together, he did not hold the seal, but he stretched out two fingers, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling, indescribably funny.

Meng Yiwei put the old monk on the bamboo couch and said with a forced smile, "No, why is there a bit of a Buddha statue of yours?"

The old monk lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, and only after smoothing out his breath did he reply disdainfully, "How can you understand my Buddha! Don't look at you as a little master in the academy, not an ordinary man? There is no Buddha in your heart, and there is naturally no Buddha in your eyes!"

The old monk said very much, Meng Yiwei's heart was slightly warm, this is the old monk who laughed and scolded!

"You, hurry up, and move the Buddha down from the lotus seat?" the old monk commanded

"Huh?" Meng Yiwei was stunned for a moment, not understanding what the old monk meant, until the old monk pointed impatiently, and then understood that it was the woodcarved Buddha on the red lotus.

Meng Yiwei didn't know why, but when he saw that the old monk didn't seem to have the strength to explain, he stepped forward according to his words, hugged the Buddha, and his arms were forced, but the Buddha didn't move at all.

"Ahem, it's really a weak body!" the old monk teased

Meng Yiwei smiled bitterly, and had to work harder, and the Big Buddha finally moved a little. So, under Meng Yiwei's movement inch by inch, the Big Buddha finally fell to the ground with a "bang".

The big Buddha moved away, and the red lotus throne under the Buddha was revealed, Meng Yiwei leaned closer, only to feel a pungent blood gas coming to his nose, making people breathless and dizzy.

"It has been suppressed by the Buddha carved by the dragon's head incense for forty years, and this bloody red lotus is still full of blood!" the old monk sighed faintly

Meng Yiwei said in surprise, "Could this be the red lotus seat of the Red Lotus Temple?"

The old monk glanced at Meng Yiwei with disdain, "Of course not, can the treasure of our temple be so demonic? Besides, how can the treasure of this temple be easily revealed!"

"Then this red lotus is really extraordinary!" Meng Yiwei was next to the wooden Buddha, relying on the dragon's head incense to resist the bloody gas.

"This is the old monk's private goods, don't bother, hurry up and sit on it, the old monk is running out of time!"

"Sit up?" Meng Yiwei thought he had heard it wrong, and after confirming it again, he felt that the old monk would never trick him into harming him, so he sat up with his breath closed.

Sitting on the red lotus, the blood qi became more and more intense, as if falling into the sea of blood, one after another blood waves hit, from the mouth, nose and ears into the body, Meng Yiwei suddenly blood rushed to the body, and his body was about to explode.

"Calm down" The old monk's voice came, and then Meng Yiwei felt the old monk's hands pressed on his back, "Your body is in tatters, there are holes everywhere, there is no essence left, and the divine consciousness is leaking..."

Meng Yiwei's eyes burned in pain at this time, and he couldn't help but snort, and his blood suddenly rushed into his lungs, causing a burst of suffocation.

"Amitabha, the old monk has practiced Buddhism all his life, and he is a dying person, he is so delusional, guilty of sin! Yiwei, Er is a fallen celestial, so many years, I have suffered you!" After speaking, a visible golden chalcedony Buddha flame was injected into Meng Yiwei's body along the old monk's withered arm, and the Buddha flame surged, purifying the blood and gas in Meng Yiwei's body into bright red blood droplets, and the blood droplets spread out again, wrapping Meng Yiwei's internal organs, flesh, bones, The meridians and blood droplets contained pure life energy, and Meng Yiwei felt that his body seemed to be finally complete from this moment.

"This body of yours is a sieve, I don't know how much divine consciousness has leaked into the heavens and the earth over the years, fortunately, your sea of consciousness is boundless, hehe, after filling the hole this time, you only need to cultivate your body and absorb qi, and the martial arts immortal will come naturally!" The old monk smiled happily, not at all like a dying person.

The golden pith was injected into Meng Yiwei's body along the old monk's arms, and the Buddha flame used Meng Yiwei's body as a copper furnace to burn out the yin and evil impurities that rushed in the blood and qi frantically, and restored it to the purest source of life. An hour later, the red lotus had turned into transparent white jade, and the golden chalcedony had gradually dimmed, the blood and qi stored in the red lotus had been refined, and the golden chalcedony in the old monk's body had also been consumed.

There was a cracking sound, and the old monk wilted like a loose dough. Meng Yiwei woke up in shock, turned around and hugged the old monk's back, and his hand was like soft flesh. Meng Yiwei knew that the old monk's last golden pith was supporting the broken Buddha bones, which burned out in his body at this time, and the bones around his body were finally shattered into powder.

The old monk's lips trembled, as if he had something to say, but his jaw bone was broken, and he couldn't whine, Meng Yiwei held back the tears that snatched his eyes, put his ear close to the old monk's mouth, and only heard the old monk spit out vaguely, "The Meng family is sorry for you! Xiaocao is also innocent! Try your best to keep your world!"

After saying that, he spit out in one breath, his skull collapsed, and the old monk's old skin bag finally softened completely.