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A temple halfway up the mountain, it is difficult to imagine such a simple vicissitudes, and some simple temples are the Akiba Temple, one of the seven temples in the world and one of the three temples of Jiang Kingdom.

The courtyard gate has faded color, and only a few pieces of vermilion paint remain. It is a large compound with several small stupas towering. In the courtyard, dozens of monks sat around a simple monk's room, this room is not big, the door is painted, old and broken, the door is very large, and it can't block the wind at all.

The interior of the house is very simple, with a table under the window in front of the kang, a chair and a matza in front of the table, and a bookshelf against the wall, which is full of old scriptures.

There were three people kneeling in front of an old monk, the old monk's robe was torn, his face was pale, and his breath was weak, as if he would disappear at any time. Even so, he still sat upright, and his treasure was solemn.

Among the three, two middle-aged wealth-breaking monks cried softly, rolling up their sleeves and wiping their faces from time to time. On the side was a young boy in a somewhat tattered robe. He has a beautiful countenance, an attractive temperament, long hair and a shawl, and has never been shaved.

"Master"

The three of them spoke, looking at the old monk. The old monk shook his head, smiled kindly, and reached out to wipe away the tears of the two monks.

"Fa Qing, Fa Yan. After I leave, this Akiba Temple will be handed over to the two of you, and you will definitely take care of it, and you must not lose it. The old monk's kind face, with a smile, said softly. Although his face is kind and pale, he gives people an irreversible force.

"Master, don't worry! The two of us will definitely protect Akiba Temple and will not let the monks of our temple be wronged. "The monk who opened his mouth was the older Fa Qing.

"Don't worry, Master, I will definitely assist my senior brother!" Fa Yan wiped his tears and wept softly, like a three-year-old child. The old monk stretched out his hand again to wipe away the tears of the two, looking particularly amiable and more loving than a father.

"Dust-free. The old monk nodded in satisfaction, a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth, and then looked at the young man. The young man's name is Liu Chen, and his legal name is "Wuchen".

The "master" was not a crying teenager, his eyes were empty and he lost his soul. was called by the old monk like this, and suddenly couldn't help it, tears welled up, kneeling and hurriedly stepped forward, hugging the old monk.

"Good boy, don't cry!" The old monk's kind smile was hugged by the young man, and he fell apart, and tears flowed with tears. The old monk whimpered, holding back his tears, and touched the young man's long hair, so kind, so gentle.

"Good boy, after the teacher leaves. Then you go down the mountain, remember what the teacher said, you are in trouble. After going to Hongchen, he returned to the temple and practiced since then. You have a relationship with the Buddha, the avenue is harmonious, and you will be able to turn into a Buddha within a hundred years. In the past 10 million years, he has broken the shackles of becoming a Buddha who cannot be transformed into immortals. The old monk wiped away the young man's tears and hugged him, feeling reluctant and helpless.

"No, I don't. Master, I want to avenge you, I want to kill all those bad people, and I want them to bury you with you. The boy cried in a mess, clenched his teeth, and sizzled. The fists were clenched into fists, and the endless power gathered in the palm of his hand, the old monk shook his head, and reached out to stroke the young man's forehead, so kind and kind.

"Good boy, after the teacher leaves, you must remember the words of the teacher. Thou shalt not commit iniquity!"

The young man didn't listen, wiped away his tears, rolled up his long sleeves, and barely showed a smile.

"Master, you can eat it! Don't everyone in the world call me the reincarnation of the Dao Fruit of the Supreme Immortal Emperor of the Immortal Realm? As long as you eat my flesh, you will definitely be immortal and will not leave!" The young man knelt on the ground, moved his knees, and stretched out his hand towards the old monk.

"Master, Xiao Wuchen is not afraid of pain, he is really not afraid! If you bite it, you will definitely be able to live!" The young man wiped away his tears with one hand, handed his immature arm to the old monk's mouth, and pushed it forward, but an invisible wall of qi blocked the distance of one millimeter.

"Fa Qing, Fa Yan. Take care of yourself, take care of Akibaji, and take care of your little junior brother. The old monk finally couldn't help it and began to shed tears, his dry eyes and yellow skin looked particularly sad.

"Don't, master, apprentice, please, don't go! You just take a bite, and you can live forever in one bite!" Feeling the old monk's resoluteness, the young man was very sad and panicked!

He wailed incessantly, and tears flowed like water. The young man immediately kowtowed, the stone slab crackled, and begged bitterly: "Master, I beg you! Don't go, I beg you!"

The pleading continued, and within two blows, his head broke and bled out. Dozens of monks outside the house hid their faces and wept and wailed.

"Wear my relics with beads and wear them on Xiao Wuchen's body. If you can't watch Xiao Wuchen become a Buddha in life, it is death, and the old man must also watch Xiao Wuchen live a worry-free life and walk on the supreme fruit position!"

As everyone knows, this matter will completely change a person's character!

Who in the world is not afraid of death? Only the old monks of Buddhism!

After speaking, the old monk closed his eyes deeply, and he was already breathless. When the three old monks standing on the side saw it, they took a deep breath, put their hands together (shi), and chanted, "Amitabha!"

As soon as these words came out, Fa Qing and Fa Yan shouted: "Master!"

Extremely sad, the young man slowly raised his head, whimpered, looked at the old monk with a kind face and tears in the corners of his eyes, and rushed forward like crazy and hugged the old monk's body.

"Master, master, master!" The old monk's body gradually glowed with golden light, turned into flying mist, and floated to the sky, and the golden light went straight to the sky.

The avenue mourns, and all things feel it, and they mourn as much as they can. Countless powerhouses looked up at the place where the golden light reached the sky, clasped their hands together, and saluted respectfully.

In a magnificent city, an old man hung on the top of a treetop, his body fluttering lightly, and a notched sword pierced through the rugged trunk of the tree. The old man looked at the golden light, sighed, and said, "Liu Changjun is here, send off Master Ci Nian!"

In the valley on one side of the world, a middle-aged woman was holding a long sword, and sixteen people behind her were all full of energy, all of them were swordsmen. They all held their swords and clenched their fists, facing the golden light, and bent down respectfully and said, "Old woman, send off Master Ci Nian!"

"Sixteen swords, congratulations to Master Ci Nian!"

In a village, the old man in the black robe danced a gun, like a theater troupe's trick style, if he felt something, before the golden light rose, he had already held the gun and hugged his fist: "Master Ci Nian, go all the way, the old man is polite here!"

In a city, on the street. In tattered clothes, holding the dilapidated bamboo flag of "counting the fate of the world, only waiting for those who are destined", he bowed respectfully to the distance!

Yan said: "The troubled times will begin, and the fairy road will also be revealed!"

In the small Leiyin Temple, hundreds of monks hang in the back mountain, kneel and worship in the distance, and only three people stand upright in front of them to worship.

Lin Shan Temple, there are many incense disciples. Suddenly, the bell rang and spread throughout the temple, and all the monks tried their best to worship in the distance, and all the pilgrims followed, worshipping!

"If a monk falls, the world will be shocked! If a temple comes out, the world will be safe! If a temple is hidden, the world will be in chaos! A hundred years have passed, and the holy monk who was in his heyday has also fallen in this chaotic world!" It is also respectful.

"Master!" "Master!" Akibaji Temple, the young man was sad and sad, there was blood in his tears, and so was his mouth!

The boy frantically grabbed the dissipated golden light, but he couldn't catch it. After all, the invisible is the hardest to catch.

"Poof—"

A mouthful of blood flew out and he fainted to the ground. The monks hurriedly helped them up, moved them to a room, and lay down on their beds.

The old monk dissipated into the sky, as if it had never existed. Only a thumb-sized bone bead is suspended, which is the only proof of it.

Fa Qing stepped forward, knelt down, and the bone beads seemed to have a spirit and fell into his hands.