"What is this place? How can it be so familiar? Dashan looked at the mountains of garbage piled up everywhere around him, and felt a sense of déjà vu

"Goo~~" At this time, Dashan's stomach suddenly rang, and he even felt a trace of pain, which was a manifestation of a person's extreme hunger, and he hadn't felt it for a long time

"I'm starving! No way! I need to find something to eat..."Dashan instinctively covered his stomach, and suddenly found that he had something pinned to his waist, and when he looked down, it turned out to be a thick leg bone, and there were several strands of flesh on the leg bone

"Is that the vicious dog trying to snatch this bone?" Dashan looked at the bones in his hand, and then put a piece of shredded meat directly into his mouth with nausea

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded behind him

"This little benefactor, the poor monk sees that you are related to Buddhism, I wonder if the little donor is interested in going up the mountain to become a monk?"

The mountain looked back, and an old monk stood there looking at him with a kind face

"Division... Master!! Dashan's eyes were full of tears and his face was full of excitement, and then he directly pounced on him and hugged the old monk, crying: "Master! Woooooo Jueming misses you so much! Master! ”

That's right, this person is Zhixin, the master of the mountains, the teacher who nurtures, preaches, and solves doubts

"I didn't expect the little donor to be so wise, and even the Buddha name was chosen for himself, but I can't be your master is not something I can decide, it still depends on the meaning of the host..."

"Amitabha, is this little guy really destined for himself?" Zhixin also had some doubts in his heart, but he would not decide to accept Dashan as a disciple, and then said: "Little donor, since this is the case, let's go up the mountain with the poor monk." ”

"By the way, now that Master doesn't know me, how can he know who I am?" Thinking of this, Dashan let go of his wisdom, wiped his tears, and nodded vigorously: "Hmm! ”

A few days later, Dashan followed Zhixin to the Shaolin Temple, looking at the familiar scene in front of him, and sighed in his heart: "Who knows... In a few decades, how will the mighty Shaolin be reduced to a pile of ruins? ”

Soon Zhixin took Dashan to the presiding hall, and Dashan also saw his ancestor Fulu, at this time Fulu had reached his twilight years, dying of old age, but his eyes were very bright, pure like a clear spring

"Little donor, my disciple Zhixin said that you want to join this temple? And said that he wanted to be an apprentice of Zhixin? ”

Hearing this, Dashan hurriedly nodded, since he had such an opportunity, he wanted to renew the relationship between master and apprentice with Zhixin, so he hurriedly knelt down and said, "Please fulfill the master!" ”

"Hehe, you little fellow, you think very well, but I'm afraid your wish will be in vain..."Fu Lu shook his head and said

The mountains are stunned, isn't this my memory? How so?

Fu Lu looked at Dashan stunned there, then turned around with his cane and said, "Little donor, come with me..."

Dashan came back to his senses and looked at the backs of Fulu and Zhixin, and hurriedly followed, he wanted to see what was wrong with his memory

The three of them quickly walked to the end of the room, Fu Lu raised his cane and knocked on the ground, a tile suddenly sank, and at the same time, a secret door appeared in front of them, Fu Lu turned his head to Zhixin and said, "Zhixin, you guard here, I will take this little guy down for a trip." ”

"Yes!" Zhixin nodded and stood at the door, while Fulu went down the mountain with a puzzled face

It's dark inside, there is no cultivation in the mountain now, I can't see anything clearly, I can only hold on to Fu Lu's robe, and move it carefully step by step, Fu Lu turned around and smiled: "Little guy, look with your heart..."

Dashan knew that his ancestor Fulu was a strict person and would not talk nonsense, but he couldn't do it at all with his current self, so Fulu seemed to see the embarrassment on Dashan's face, so he smiled and said, "Since you can't see the road ahead now, why bother looking for other ways?" ”

Dashan is not a stupid person, everyone said this, so he closed his eyes and listened with his ears, and there was nothing but footsteps here

"That's right! Footsteps! It suddenly occurred to Dashan that Fu Lu's footsteps were very rhythmic, and if he could keep up with his rhythm, wouldn't he be able to keep up with him? Thinking of this, Dashan figured out the pattern, and after a while, he mastered the pattern of Fulu's footsteps, and then he tried to follow the footsteps

One, two, three, he did it, and while the mountain was feeling happy, Fulu stopped, and it turned out that they had reached the bottom

"Ancestor, it's so dark here that you can't see anything, won't you let me look at it with my heart?" Dashan's face was full of sadness, and he wondered if this old man was old and confused? At the beginning, he only knew that Fu Lu was his ancestor, but he didn't have much intersection with him, at most, he just met and bowed and said hello.

"Of course not!" After Fu Lu finished speaking, he picked up his cane and knocked on the floor, and countless fires flashed next to him in an instant, and the whole space suddenly lit up, and Dashan looked at it, it turned out that countless torches were hanging on the wall, and then he complained: "Since there are torches, why do you still take the black road..."

"At that time, the guy who designed the mechanism set the switch here, and it was impossible to trigger the mechanism to open without going through this black road."

Dashan looked incredulous when he heard this, is there something wrong with this guy who designed the switch? Is there a way to dump the trap at the entrance? What should Fu Lu do if he falls at such an age?

I didn't think that Fu Lu said again: "The mechanism has been finalized and cannot be changed, of course, the guy who designed the mechanism was also sent by me to feed the pigs..."

Dashan's face was full of black lines, but he didn't expect that the old man was quite black...

"Don't talk about that, you come here..."Fu Lu beckoned to the mountain, and the mountain walked over honestly, there was only a huge black iron box in front of him, and the outside of the box was painted with a lot of Buddhist texts in gold lacquer, as if he was suppressing something

"This is half of the Buddhist scriptures, to be precise, it should be the Demon Sutra, created by the holy monk, and it is this Demon Sutra that killed him, only in this way can he barely suppress it..."

Dashan was so frightened that he hurriedly retreated, but he couldn't move, as if he was frozen, Fu Lu saw this and said in ecstasy: "Sure enough! Sure enough, as Xuan Jiulan said, there will be an ugly-looking child in the future, and he will be a fusion of Buddhist scriptures and demon scriptures! ”

Dashan didn't care about listening to Fulu's words at all, and those black breaths directly drilled into his body along his seven orifices, forming half a black book, and then exploded directly and disappeared, at this time Dashan also fainted, and when he opened his eyes again, he found Yang Ye looking at him worriedly

"This memory should be what I lost..."Dashan quickly reacted, calmed down and began to break through