He thought of Zeng Confession, and then remembered that they were going to hunt deer, and in the face of the kind life-saving benefactor, he had nothing to hide, so he told what he had seen and heard these days, how he had a feud with Zeng Confession because of a drone, how he was mistakenly accepted as a righteous son, how he made a feud with Lao Yao's father and son, and how Zeng Confession put him to death in the end, especially the matter of the Zeng family's deer hunting, he said in detail one by one, just skipped Liu Nan, and said that the dispute between himself and Huang Xiaoxi was escalated from ordinary campus friction.

After Chengliu finished speaking, the eight-fingered Buddha folded his hands and said, "Endless pain, rush to it." Amitabha. The words are compassionate, but they are like self-pity.

Wei Dao said: "Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, my sin karma, Xue Shuai has suffered. ”

Eight-fingered Buddha said: "The little monk lost his words, he didn't dare to blame him, and he thanked the Taoist chief, so that I could see today's world Changping, and I was very relieved." ”

Wei Dao said: "In today's world, there is also your past credit. ”

The Eight-Fingered Buddha recalled for a moment and said, "Old things, what is the truth? The little monk had already put everything down. ”

Wei Daochang smiled and said, "Last year, the plum blossoms on the mountain were good?" ”

The eight-fingered Buddha looked at his broken right index finger and said, "The little monk can't hide everything from the eyes of Yuanjun. These sharp and subtle dialogues can be heard so that the second monk is confused, but it is not easy to ask questions.

Cheng Liuzheng was in a daze, Wei Daochang had already replaced it with a new cup of tea, and then said: "If you can't let it go, just let it be, and force yourself to restrain yourself, what's the trouble." ”

The eight-fingered Buddha said: "When the ten fingers are burned out, the oil runs out, and the lamp is dry, maybe it will be put down." After speaking, the eight-fingered Buddha closed his eyes and closed his eyes and was silent for a long time. At this time, a female Taoist priest sent a paper letterhead, leaned over to Wei Daochang's ear and whispered a few times, as if she was reporting something inconvenient to say to others, the eight-fingered Buddha saw this, drank the dew in front of him, got up and said goodbye: "Yuanjun, real person, thank you for your hospitality, it's not too early, don't let the little monk pass." Cheng Liuyi also got up and said, "Thank you Dao Chang and Sister Xianlu for the tea, I have already drunk it, so don't waste this kind of good tea for me, I will also retire with the master first!" He didn't want to owe Wei Daochang and the others kindness again, so when he said goodbye, he once again rejected the gifts of the two.

The Eight-Fingered Buddha smiled and prompted, "Little donor, Yuanjun has already given you the immortal tea." Cheng Liu looked at the Eight-Fingered Buddha, then at the Taoist with a kind face, and then turned his gaze to the smiling Xianlu sister's face, as if they acquiesced to the words of the Eight-Fingered Buddha, but the teapot was still on the tea table on Wei Daochang's side, not on himself. When he looked closely at the inside of the enamel tin, where could he still see half a drop of dew? It turns out that this dew is so rare, and after 50 years of hard work, there are only so many bubbles. He thanked him again and again, and bluntly said that he had destroyed the heavens.

Sister Xianlu said: "This younger brother, do you still want to live in that monk's pile?" Do you want to become a monk too? ”

Chengliu said embarrassedly: "That's not yet, it's just that I've been bothered for a long time, and I don't have any gratitude." ”

Sister Xianlu said: "If you haven't seen through the red dust, please stay and eat before leaving!" ”

The eight-fingered Buddha said: "Yes, little donor, the monk is in a hurry to return to the temple, let's not go here!" As he spoke, the eight-fingered Buddha made a gesture and bowed down and withdrew from the Cloud Pavilion. Cheng Liu saw that everyone stayed like this, but it was disrespectful, so he sat down again.

When Sister Xianlu was retained, Daoist Wei had already read the letterhead, arranged a few words for the female Taoist, and let her leave. Sister Xianlu glanced at the Eight-Fingered Buddha who had left from the window, walked back to the teatable and said: "There are really such strange men in the world, who have lived for several lifetimes, but they can't forget a relationship." His right finger is freshly burned, right? Master, when you asked Mei at the right time, he kept looking at his right hand and burning his fingers. Wei Daochang nodded. Sister Xianlu said again, "You can't forget it when you die, how can you forget it when you burn a finger?" ”

Wei Dao said: "If he really lets go, he won't be a strange man." ”

Sister Xianlu said: "This Tao is the only driving force for his immortality, and he is not really a Buddha." ”

"It's time to remove his karma." Wei Dao said earnestly, "The joy of immortality between you and me is endless reincarnation in him. ”

Sister Xianlu said: "Yes! He has already pressed his fingers, but he doesn't dare to say it directly, man, there is still some hypocrisy. ”

Wei Dao said: "What makes him miserable is the consistent loyalty of Confucianism. ”

Sister Xianlu nodded, but Cheng Liu became more and more incomprehensible. What kind of immortality, could it be that the eight-fingered Buddha is the body of immortality? Why did the Taoist chief call the eight-fingered Buddha Xue Shuai? Why do you say that this peaceful and prosperous era also has his credit? Why can't he forget a love for a few lifetimes? Why did he have several lives? If the Eight-Fingered Buddha has had several lifetimes and is still so respectful to the two young Taoists in front of him, then what kind of identity and age are they? Isn't it true that all Taoist families can live forever? Cheng Liu finally wondered if he was still in the world, and whether these three were the immortals he had encountered before he led to the Naihe Bridge. Because my grandmother said that after death, people will go to the Nai River Bridge, and on the way there, they will see some demons and monsters. The demons and monsters didn't see it, but the gods let themselves meet it. I'm going to die after all, he thought. His brows were furrowed, and he began to feel a little nostalgic for this world, for a person.

"Seiryu, what are you thinking?" Sister Xianlu interrupted his thoughts.

Cheng Liu came back to his senses, but he still looked puzzled, he wanted to ask everything they talked about, those edges, those mysteries that he couldn't understand, he didn't want to die with doubts, at least, he wanted to know if he couldn't live now. The Eight-Fingered Buddha said that he would understand everything when he came here, but the more he got here, the more confused he became. He finally couldn't help it, it was better to be a ghost than to die. Although grandma often educates herself, you should be less concerned with other people's affairs, and if you don't take the initiative to tell other people's secrets, don't inquire about them. But that's to make yourself less troublesome, but the disaster has come to this, what else is there to worry about? What's more, these secrets are all related to themselves. So he respectfully started with his injuries and asked, "Dao Chief, Sister Xianlu, why did my injuries heal so quickly?" Even the old wounds have healed. ”

Wei Daochang smiled and did not answer. Sister Xianlu took over with a smile and said, "You finally asked?" She asked rhetorically, as if she had left herself to tell all the secrets. Chengliu nodded, his expression urgent.

Sister Xianlu continued: "My Taoist "Huang Ting Jing" is a divine book of cultivation medicine, in short, it can bring the dead back to life and make serious injuries heal quickly; It is said that it can maintain health and cultivate immortals, so that it can live forever. Heal your little injury, in the hands of the master, it is like probing the bag to take something, what is strange. Hehe. ”

Cheng Liu was still puzzled, and said, "If that's the case, then what else do you need the hospital to do?" If you are sick, you can send it to the Taoist temple to cure the disease. ”

Sister Xianlu said: "It's not as easy as you said, to learn Taoist medicine well, you need to cultivate." To be able to cure common typhoid fever and miscellaneous diseases, ten years of study can be achieved; To achieve the ability to heal diseases that hurt muscles and bones, it takes more than 30 years of cultivation; If you want to cure a stubborn disease, you need nearly 100 years of cultivation; If you want to achieve the ability to bring people back to life, it will take even longer. What's even more difficult is to let the wound heal as before, which is not something that can be successfully cultivated in one or two lifetimes. After she finished speaking, Cheng Liu was even more puzzled, Wei Daochang could not only bring himself back to life, but also restore his new and old injuries to the same as before, so the cultivation required would not last for a hundred years? But why is Wei Daochang's appearance so young, how can he be a hundred years old?