"Huh...... Interesting, I'd like to see what kind of medicine is sold in Master Puci's gourd. Wait behind the door, and I'll go back." "Wushuang has a special identity, and this trip is even more with the masters of stealing the door, he believes that the people in the temple should not dare to embarrass themselves. Who in the rivers and lakes does not know the prestige of Ma Fuxiang, the enemy of ten thousand people, if he dares to embarrass himself, then Ma Fuxiang has to rush over and slaughter the temple alive.

Xiao Shami led Wushuang around the front hall and the main hall and went straight to the back garden, where there was a Zen house in the back garden, which was the place where the abbot master practiced on weekdays.

"Master, he's coming. Xiao Shami stood in front of the door of the meditation house and whispered. It was quiet in the meditation house, and there was no reply from Master Puci.

"Lord, please come in!" Xiao Shami opened the door of the meditation house and let Wushuang in, then closed the door and turned to leave.

The light in the meditation house is dim, in broad daylight, a trace of light can not seep in, a candle flickering with a faint light stands on the incense table, on the top is enshrined a statue of Manjushri Bodhisattva, under the statue, an old monk sits cross-legged on the futon, bows his head, folds his hands and recites Buddhist scriptures softly in his mouth.

The light was too dim for Wushuang to see the old monk's appearance clearly and he couldn't tell if his youth matched that of Master Puci, but if Master Puci was still alive, he would have to be more than one hundred and forty years old. This is highly unlikely.

"Who are you, you're not Master Puci!" asked Wushuang as he stood behind the old monk.

"Amitabha, don't come unharmed if you haven't seen the master for half a year?" the old monk turned around a little and opened his eyes slightly.

I saw that the old monk's face was full of wrinkles, his skin was covered with age spots, and there was no complete tooth in his mouth, and even Wushuang couldn't tell how old he was from the surface. Could it be that he is the Master of Puci?

"Are you ......? Are you sure you knew me before? Half a lifetime? The master joked about it, right? I am Wushuang, not my grandfather Wu Gongyao, and I am only twenty-two years old. Wushuang smiled.

"Huh...... What about Yaogong? What about the unequaled master? People are not the same, and the soul is also the same soul! There is only one star above the North Pole, and the light of the star is scattered, but the light of the star of the peerless master shines brightly, so what does it matter who is the two of you?" The old monk spoke one by one, and what he said was words that made people feel incomprehensible.

"What...... What does it mean? The soul is also the same soul? The master is really joking, Wushuang is Wushuang, how can he be compared to my grandfather? Kui Xing is reincarnated, I dare not be ashamed! I am just a civilian in cloth clothes. ”

"Master is humble, the old man once hugged you on the day you were born, maybe you don't remember it for a long time, when you were born, the northern starry sky was suddenly bright, the North Star was dazzling, and you were destined to be the fate of the reincarnation of Kuixing. Not only can you be compared with Yao Gong, on the contrary, maybe the young master will do something more vigorous than Yao Gong in this life!"

"Master, are you really Master Puci?" Wushuang asked in astonishment.

"Who is Pu Ci? Lao Wei only remembers that many years ago he saved a burly young man who was hit by three bullets in the mountains, that young man was pretentious and full of trickery, and his soul was full of gods, which was the life of the dragon, but he killed and abused his dragon qi many times, so there was no king's life!"

"Master, why are you telling me this?"

"The unequaled master is gifted and intelligent, his use is comparable to that of Yaogong, his wisdom is unmatched, the old man only hopes that the Northeast thief can be led by the master to go on the right path, and don't go astray into the devil's path again. ”

"Amitabha, the master is serious, Wushuang is just a layman in cloth clothes, how can he be? Now that the thief has just been unified, there are many internal and external troubles, and there are still many problems left by the ancestors that make me anxious, I am glad to be able to deal with these well, what else is there to talk about the right way and the wrong way?"

When your ancestor Yao Gong lived in my monastery for a month when he was recuperating from his wounds, the old man told him that the demon thoughts in his heart had passed away and everything was difficult, so I advised him to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground, and go to the dust to practice with me here, but what he was thinking about in his heart was always his brother, his country, and his thief. The unequaled master is smarter than Yaogong, I believe that the master has vaguely seen the demon in his eyes, right?" The old monk poured a cup of bitter tea for Wushuang, and Wushuang took a sip, which was astringent and difficult to swallow.

The demon in his heart Wushuang meditated, yes, there has always been a devil living in his heart, and he can feel that the devil is awakening rapidly, and he doesn't know how long he can control him. I remember that when he was in the Siberian Ice Sheet last month, he saw that the core of the evil abyss was in the palm of his hand, and evil thoughts had risen in his jealous heart, but in the end they were all conquered by reason.

He used to be an ordinary teenager, and like other children, he carried a schoolbag to school, mischievous with his friends, and secretly looked at the beautiful class flowers would blush, he also liked those cute kittens and dogs, and he couldn't bear to watch sheep and pigs slaughtered. But now? Just last month, this once-young man killed several Japanese with a shotgun.

The devil is devouring him little by little, the anger of his previous life is waking up little by little, and he can no longer control it. That time, when he was holding a shotgun and aiming at those Japanese, a thought suddenly flashed in his heart, as if he had returned to the war-torn years, in front of him, there were Japanese corpses all over the field, carrying butcher knives in his hands, one knife, one knife, one knife, without blinking his eyes, cutting off all the heads of those Japanese.

"Master, do you see that demon?"

"Yes, it's waking up, but I can't stop it!" Wushuang is not unable to stop it, but he doesn't want to stop it, he is the leader of the thief, he is the descendant of Wu Gongyao, he is a beard! What the beard needs is this kind of gangsterism, he can't be polite and polite all day long, right? This is something innate in his blood, and no one can change it.

"That's not the devil, that's the soul of Yaogong is awakening, and the soul hidden in the blood of your family is the devil! ”

Wushuang put down his teacup and lit a cigarette. "Fate? What is my fate?"

"Huh...... When the time comes, the time will come. Forget it, let's not talk about that. Sit, sit, sit, if you're interested, I'll tell you a story. ”