Li Xian shook his head and said nothing, although he didn't say anything, he still wanted to save this person who had helped him.

And the old monk was not busy answering Li Xian's previous question, looking at Xiao Se's bruised poisoned arm, and suddenly said in a shocking voice: "Chop it, this is your only chance to live."

Amitabha, sins and sins, the Buddha should not speak lightly of cause and effect. ”

The front has said that he chopped his hands directly, and he also sang the Buddha's horn to say sins in the back, which is a typical and wants to set up a memorial arch.

Li Xian rolled his eyes at the simple and rude old monk, but the fact is as he said, under the erosion of Cao Yin's natal poison, if there is no elixir exchanged by Li Xian, Xiao Se can only chop his hands if he wants to save his life.

Li Xian poured out an elixir that could cure all poisons from the bottle, handed it to Xiao Se and said, "Take it." ”

Xiao Se, who also secretly blamed himself for being reckless, saw Li Xian handed over the pill that was still glowing with a strange fragrance, and received it in his hand without thinking about it, and then gritted his teeth and swallowed it after chewing it a few times.

The poison on Xiao Se's body was alleviated, and it slowly developed for the better, and when Li Xian put his heart down and turned his head, the old monk disappeared again in an instant.

Secretly guessing that he might have run to the main hall, Li Xian hadn't chased after him yet, Xiao Se suddenly leaned over and said mysteriously: "The secret that Master Rulai is a Tang monk and has immortal flesh on his body has spread all over the world, but after all, no one knows if this rumor is true if he has not experienced it personally."

It's better to... The master took off a piece of meat from his arm, and let the old man not ... Let's try it out next?"

The feelings have been talking for a long time, and they are here to play their own ambushes. How painful it must be to cut the flesh for you to experiment! Why don't you want to be better?

Li Xian glanced at Xiao Se as if he was looking at an idiot, shook firmly, and then chased him to the main hall.

Walking into the dim main hall, I saw that the old monk was like a master, lighting the incense candles on both sides, kneeling on the futon and starting to worship the Buddha and chant the scriptures.

Li Xian stayed aside, waiting for the old monk to finish reciting the scriptures, and then held the bucket in his hand and said, "Amitabha, do you want to draw one?"

When the kind-eyed old monk heard this, he raised his head and smiled at Li Xian and said, "It's okay." ”

After speaking, the old monk took the bucket of sticks in Li Xian's hand, shook them with great sincerity, and didn't look at them first when a stick fell, but handed it to Li Xian in a regular manner.

Li Xian took it and looked at it again, how could the pilgrims draw lots in 'There is a Temple' and all the lots?

Looking at the old monk's pure gaze projected by him, Li Xian didn't rush to unsign first, but instead pulled the corners of his mouth and asked, "Senior brother is here to seek immortality?"

One person is called a senior brother, while the other is called a junior master, which is completely chaotic.

However, the old monk didn't care, and still replied: "Amitabha, back to the words of the little master, the old man does not seek eternal life, but only seeks death." ”

Death?!Are you kidding?

Under Li Xian's astonished gaze, the old monk didn't care about the merit sign in Li Xian's hand, staring at the scene and object in this temple, the look in his eyes slowly turned to nostalgia and reluctance, and he murmured softly: "Senior brother, it's all senior brother's mistake."

I regretted that I shouldn't have listened to the villain's slander, expelled you from the temple, and let you end up in such a field, but this time I came to atone for my sins. ”

Of course, Li Xian didn't have such good ears to hear what the old monk was whispering, but he saw his chattering lips squirming, and then the fluctuating look in his eyes turned into calm as usual, and there was no wave.

I don't know what this old man wants to do, but if he really wants to die as he said, it is in line with the onset of the temple's bad luck power, and he will definitely be able to do what he wants.

Li Xian didn't care about the old monk who stayed in the main hall and chanted the scriptures, but felt that he was too lazy, and it was not bad to have such a monk who often chanted and praised the Buddha in the Buddhist hall.

Thinking that when the second battalion commander and Zhu Badou came back from abusing the bear king in the eastern forest, Li Xian would set off with them to the southwest, but he was not too anxious to slowly pack up his things.

Without the big appetite of Zhu Badou, the cost of food in a temple can return to the original 'low' level.

For the two outsiders in the temple, Li Xian didn't see it, anyway, when he eats, make two more portions, whether he likes to eat or not.

After a day like this, Li Xianwang saw the temple gate and the road that had been filled in outside, and finally nodded with satisfaction.

At noon on the second day, when Xiao Zhuang went up the mountain again to clean the temple, Li Xian deliberately walked two times in front of him with a pair of bare feet, hoping that he could go to the bottom of the mountain to find himself a pair of shoes to wear.

It's also good that the mildew has reached the six orifices, although its own strength has not reached the metamorphosis of warriors and strangers, but it can also strengthen the body, and the general wind and cold and minor illnesses can be resisted.

However, although it can resist the wind and cold, it can't drive away the cold on the soles of Li Xian's feet.

Carrying the cold feeling coming from the ground, Li Xian walked back and forth in front of Xiao Zhuang twice, but he had been focusing on scrubbing the things in the temple, and by the way, he peeked at the old monk chanting scriptures in the main hall and the black-clothed man who had been kneeling quietly, always ignoring the Master Rulai in front of him.

Since the enemy does not move, then he can only move first.

Li Xian really couldn't bear the cold under his feet, so he walked to Xiao Zhuang, and just wanted to speak, but he immediately turned around and pulled Li Xian's arm to the side, and said mysteriously again: "Master, you are really a person with great ability."

Tell me which of them you are going to take as an apprentice? Badou has been accepted by you as an apprentice of the Western Heaven to learn scriptures, which means that there is already a monkey and a pig.

Then who of them is the sand monk, or who is the white dragon horse?"

One is thin and the other is old and frail, which of them do you think can be qualified for the sand monk or the white dragon horse, these two hard-working 'apprentice professions'?

And he is not a Tang monk, learning scriptures from the west is pure nonsense!

Li Xian rolled his eyes, if he had been interested in explaining his choice to him in the past, whether true or false, but Nima's feet were so cold now that he really didn't have that leisure.

"Amitabha, does Lord Xiao Shi have extra cotton shoes?" Poor monk ......" Li Xian really couldn't say some words, so he could only shift his gaze to his bare feet to show his meaning.

Xiao Zhuang, who finally understood what Li Xian meant, looked at the broken shoes with black toes exposed after his holes, and then looked at Li Xian's naked white soles, and suddenly felt that Master Rulai was worse than himself, and his eyes couldn't help but bring some sympathy.