"Nam no Amitabha night Amitabha night, Amitabha night, Amitabha Dumba Buddha, Amitabha Dori Dhami Buddha Buddha ......"

It's just that what he heard was not a conversation of anyone, but an old monk with a withered description, sitting cross-legged on the ground, rolling Buddhist beads in one hand, beating wooden fish in the other, and muttering some obscure scripture in his mouth. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The old monk's eyes were deeply sunken, his two snow-white eyebrows were a foot long, and there were twelve pitch-black rings on the top of his head.

What attracts people's attention is that next to the old monk, a cute little white elephant is sleeping soundly.

Seeing this scene, Dongfang Mo's eyes widened, and the horror in his heart could only be described beyond words.

"Net ...... Master Pure Lotus! ”

This old monk is none other than the Pure Lotus King he met in the underground river back then.

Dongfang Mo's mind was blank, and he didn't know why this old monk appeared here.

"Gollum!"

But after just swallowing his saliva, he was filled with a burst of ecstasy.

This monk is compassionate, he saved him back then, and according to Gu Ya, this person is one of the three major monks and kings under the Buddha, and his magic power can be described as heavenly. If you can meet him today, then there is a chance that his little life should be saved.

Thinking of this, Dongfang Mo immediately stepped forward. But at this time, he noticed that in front of the old monk, there were three more figures.

On closer inspection, one of them was a two-foot-tall monkey.

And then there's a palm-sized squirrel.

The last one is a fox with three tails.

Looking at these three little beasts, his steps suddenly paused, and after a little groaning, he stopped in place, and did not immediately step forward.

As the old monk recited the scriptures, the three little beasts all closed their eyes and listened attentively.

The monkey shook his head from time to time, and Dongfang Mo was amazed for a while.

After half an hour, the old monk's rolling rosary and the beating wooden fish stopped, and the scriptures in his mouth were nearing the end.

At this point, the old monk opened his eyes a little heavily, and looked at the three little beasts in front of him:

"The fate is over, the road is here, and there will be no end in sight."

His words fell, and the three little beasts in front of him also woke up.

The two-foot-tall monkey touched its head, made a "chirp" sound, and kept gesturing to the old monk before jumping away excitedly.

And the squirrel was even more strange, a pair of paws clenched fists at the old monk and kept waving, and he also left backwards.

Finally, the fox with only three tails looked at the old monk and smiled. It is said that the fox is not worth his life when he laughs, but in his smile, there is only gratitude, and there is no other factor. After wagging its tail, the fox left.

In the blink of an eye, the three little beasts disappeared into the stone forest.

Seeing this strange scene, Dongfang Mo was shocked at the same time, he settled down and walked forward.

When he came to the old monk, he put his left hand on top and his right hand on the bottom, clasped his fists and saluted respectfully:

"Junior Dongfang Mo, meet Master Jinglian."

This old monk had a life-saving grace for him back then, and this worship of Dongfang Mo was willing, without the slightest fraud.

However, he bowed down for a long time, and he didn't see any movement of the old monk.

Dongfang Mo naturally would not make such an irreverent move as looking up, so he pressed his waist even lower.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

After about ten breaths, I heard a low Buddha horn in front of me. When the old monk spoke, his speed of speech was still extremely slow, and he seemed weak, which was very different from the way he recited the scriptures.

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo was overjoyed and slowly raised his head.

At this time, I heard the old monk sigh helplessly:

"Donor, why is this so painful?"

Dongfang Mo frowned, extremely puzzled, so he looked at the old monk and said:

"Why did the master say this?"

Just listen to the old monk speak:

"I don't know if the donor remembers that the poor monk once said that he hoped that there would be no time after the donor."

"This ...... The younger generation naturally remembers. ”

Dongfang Mo hesitated slightly, but still nodded.

"If that's the case, why say goodbye!"

Seeing this, the old monk shook his head.

Dongfang Mo's expression changed, and he didn't understand what the old monk meant in his words, so he said with some apprehension in his heart:

"If the younger generation has an abrupt move, it is really helpless, just because he was chased and killed by gangsters, disturbing the master's cultivation, I hope the master will not blame."

After speaking, Dongfang Mo bowed again.

"The donor's words are serious."

Unconsciously, the rosary in the old monk's hand rolled again, and he continued to speak:

"Perhaps, maybe it is the will of heaven that cannot be resisted. Goodbye is inevitable, so why say it is useless. ”

The words fell, and the old monk's dry palm waved.

"Whew!"

In the next moment, I saw that the boundless stone forest around me disappeared without a trace. Looking at this place again, it turned out to be a large lake with endless waves.

Under the old monk, a lotus platform appeared. On the water surface around it, lotus leaves spread out, and lotus stems of various colors stand up, and flower bones with buds are ready to be released.

The refreshing lotus fragrance came, making people feel refreshed and refreshed when they smelled it.

The night was quiet, and the lake was sparkling, and this scene was exactly the same as when he first met the old monk, giving people a sacred and holy atmosphere.

Seeing this scene, Dongfang Mo was extremely shocked. At the same time, with his shrewd mind, he also secretly guessed that maybe it was because the old monk didn't want to see him, so he arranged a stone forest phantom array to block it, but he didn't want him to break in with his hearing powers.

This also confirms his words that "the will of heaven is so, and the will of man cannot be reversed".

After this action fell, the old monk slowly raised his head and looked Dongfang Mo up and down.

Under his calm gaze, for some reason, Dongfang Mo's heart was calm, and even the pain of being burned by that silk in his body was reduced a little.

"Hey......"

It was only a moment later that the old monk withdrew his gaze from Gujing Wubo, and instead shook his head and sighed again.

Dongfang Mo was a little confused by this scene, but he still spoke:

"It's not a secret, this time the juniors were hunted down and killed, and it was fate to meet the master, so the juniors cheekily begged the master to come to the rescue again and point out a way out for the juniors."

"The road is under your feet, and you don't need to be pointed out."

The old monk said lightly.

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo was a little anxious in his heart, the old monk always pointed out half of his words, and concealed half of them, so that he had to guess the rest of the meaning of his words.

So he began to speculate secretly, but before he could think deeply, he heard the old monk continue:

"Since meeting is fate, the poor monk has a question, and I hope the donor will solve his doubts."

"Master, please speak, the younger generation knows everything."

For some reason, hearing the old monk's words, Dongfang Mo felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart for no reason.

"Dare to ask the donor why he is practicing!"

At this moment, I heard the old monk ask.

As soon as he spoke, his cloudy eyes stared at him calmly, just waiting for his answer.

"This ......"

Dongfang Mo was taken aback, and he didn't know why the old monk would ask this sentence.

However, after just a deep groan, he still blushed and replied truthfully:

"Don't hide it from the master, the younger generation is still vulgar, and the practice is only to drink the best wine, eat the best meat, and marry the most beautiful ladies in a few rooms."

"Then the donor came all the way, can he go for these!"

The old monk said again.

Only this time, Dongfang Mo fell into deep thought.

Since he stepped into the path of cultivation, except for the few years in the Taiyi Dao Palace, after arriving at the land of the blood clan, it can be said that he has been marching in killing all the way these years.

Either kill or be killed. And in order to survive, conspiracies, tricks, intrigue, and all kinds of scheming methods are used to the extreme.

Did he really do it to drink the best wine? Eat the best meat? Do you want to marry the most beautiful lady in a few rooms? Or is he cultivating to kill people? Dongfang Mo asked himself.

Of course, he knew that he had killed many people over the years, too many for him to count, and his methods were sometimes extremely cruel.

He even admits that he is a thirst for killing, but he will never admit that he kills indiscriminately. Those whom he killed seemed to him to have a reason to die, and none of them should live.

Thinking of this, he suddenly had a glimmer of realization in his eyes.

Yes, of course.

Intrigue and scheming are inevitable. If you don't kill someone, you will be killed, and if you are killed, how can you drink the best wine, eat the best meat, and marry the most beautiful ladies in a few rooms.

So he looked at the old monk with a determined gaze in his eyes.