Soon, Chen Xuannan and the woman brought four bowls of porridge and a few white-flour steamed buns.

When Yang Zhao saw this scene, he couldn't help but whisper: "You monks all eat such clear soup and little water, the master hasn't eaten meat for a few days, I really can't stand this life." ”

The old monk didn't mind Yang Zhao's big grinning appearance, and said with a smile: "There is only such light food in the poor monk's temple, and a few generals are invited, and tomorrow I will ask Xiaowan to go out to buy some wine and food for the three of them." ”

Zhou Qingwan hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Seniors don't need to be like this, it's good to be able to fill your stomach, it's good to have these." ”

At this time, Zhou Qingdui patted Zhou Nianyue, who was lying on top of him and was about to fall asleep, and got up to eat.

The little girl didn't dislike the clear soup and little water she ate, and she was full after a few bites, and then she fell asleep in Zhou Qingdu's arms all of a sudden. Zhou Qingdui looked at the little girl in his arms and couldn't bear to disturb, so he gently hugged the little girl's body.

"I wonder if Master Zhou and Master Yang can still recognize me?" The old monk in an ordinary robe suddenly spoke.

As soon as these words came out, Lu Zhengchun glanced at Zhou Qingwan and then stared at Yang Zhao, his eyes full of incomprehension.

As for the two people that the words were referring to, they didn't understand, and they were both at a loss.

The old monk smiled slightly, and then waved his robe, only after a golden light, he transformed. In front of the three of them, an old man in a Taoist robe with a smile appeared on his face.

When Yang Zhao saw this scene, a scene from many years ago immediately came to his heart, and he didn't care what kind of Buddhist saint this was in front of him, so he scolded: "You were the one who threw me and Twilight into the Soul Burial Abyss, do you know that we almost can't come back!" ”

Zhou Qingwan also frowned at this time, the events of that year have not been forgotten to this day.

The old man in the robe did not speak, and waved his robe again, turning into the dusty monk, and finally the old monk smiled: "What happened back then was indeed the fault of the poor monk." However, among them, the poor monk also has a reason to do it, and I hope the two of you will forgive me. Today, I invite three donors to come, and naturally there is also the meaning of compensation for the poor monks' events back then. ”

All three of them were silent at this time.

The old monk didn't care, but continued to smile and said, "Not long ago, the three of them were brought here by a powerful man, as if they were going to perform some mysterious tricks. The poor monk tried to save the three, although he successfully brought Yang Shizhu and Lu Shizhu to the place arranged by the poor monk, presumably the two of them could come out of it, and they must have taken away the opportunity. However, the poor monk failed to change the trajectory set by Zhou Shizhu by that person, and even the heavenly opportunity that was covered by that person made it difficult for me to investigate. He also asked Lord Zhou to forgive the poor monk for being powerless. Fortunately, today the poor monk felt your breath again, which made the poor monk's unsuccessful apprentice come to receive the benefactor. ”

Zhou Qingwan pondered for a moment, and then immediately spoke: "It's okay, it's enough for the seniors to be willing to save my three brothers." What's more, the failure to save Zai Xia is not the fault of the predecessors. ”

He would be shocked by the strength of the man who had struck before, but he would not question what was being said in front of him. As the saying goes, the actions of saints are watched by heaven and earth. At least in terms of connection with heaven and earth, it is by no means comparable to Zhou Qingdu's cultivation. Every word and deed, if there is a slight mistake, it will even damage the cultivation. The truth in the words is no longer something that Zhou Qingwan can judge with a word.

As soon as the old monk said this, the three of them began to recall the story that happened a few days ago, and their faces were quite good-looking. However, what the old sage said later shocked the three of them again! Is there a saint in this world who has failed to save him? How strong was the person who attacked them before?

"That's fine." The old monk smiled.

The three of them were silent, during which Yang Zhao and Lu Zhengchun both wanted to ask Zhou Qingdui in their hearts what he had experienced, but they never succeeded. Come to think of it, it has something to do with the Buddhist saint in front of me.

Lu Zhengchun thought for a while, and immediately spoke: "Thank you seniors, the boxing techniques I learned earlier are very suitable for me." ”

Yang Zhao no longer had the grinning appearance he had before, and said seriously: "Thank you seniors for the opportunity." ”

He knew very well how precious he was in that secret realm.

The old monk smiled slightly: "It's okay, as long as you can use this power to keep the right path in the world for the poor monk and the world." The poor monk's actions today are right. ”

In the end, the old monk glanced at Yang Zhao who lowered his head and didn't know what to think.

At this time, the old monk of Sorrowful Zen suddenly stretched out an old finger and pointed it on Zhou Qingdu's forehead, and countless golden lights poured into Zhou Qingdui's body.

The power of the saint that suddenly appeared on the old monk's body was so overwhelming that Zhou Qingdui couldn't even resist. After the golden light gradually integrated into Zhou Qingdu's body, the old monk, who was already old, looked even worse at this time.

Zhou Qingdui hurriedly asked, "Senior, what is this?" ”

The old monk said hoarsely: "This is the opportunity that the poor monk should have given you before, and it is a little more than before, and it can be regarded as the compensation given to you by the poor monk for failing to save you." When you step into the Innocent Realm one day, you will have your own experience. ”

After a few moments, the golden light dissipated.

Zhou Qingdui hurriedly asked, "Why is this?" ”

He really didn't understand, why did the Buddhist saint in front of him have to give him a chance? Whoever comes, I can't figure it out!

The old monk smiled and said: "This is related to an agreement between the poor monk and Ye Jing'an, when the time is ripe, Lord Zhou will understand." The poor monk also asked for something, and hoped that the three donors would agree. ”

The old monk looked at the little girl sleeping soundly in Zhou Qingdu's arms, pondered for a moment, and then continued to speak: "Poor Dao invited the three donors to come, in fact, I hope that after three days, the three donors can take my unsuccessful apprentice and the girl who followed him to leave here, the farther away the better." ”

Zhou Qingdui and the three of them were a little puzzled when they heard this, and then Zhou Qingdui asked, "What does this mean, senior?" ”

Not to mention what this old-timer means, even if this old-timer just wants to tell them this, there is no need to say it here, right? With the cultivation of what he called "an unsuccessful apprentice", it is really not difficult to get a glimpse of it.

The old monk seemed to see what the three of them were thinking, and at this moment he put away the smile he had been wearing, sighed slightly, and said, "When my apprentice left before, I secretly placed a ban here. To tell the truth, the poor monk's days are numbered. I will dismiss the monks in the monastery in these days, but my apprentice has just returned for a few years, and I can't get rid of it. I will tell him in advance to escort you out in three days, and he will not refuse. As soon as he goes out, I will set a ban. But I'm already old, even if my apprentice is now in the realm, but if I go all out, it won't be difficult to break the ban. When the time comes, it will be troublesome for the three poor monks to stop it. ”

The three of them thought for a moment, then nodded their heads.

Chen Xuannan would never just watch his master die like this, but the old monk knew in his heart that for the sake of all sentient beings and for the sake of his apprentice's avenue, he had to die calmly.

Before he died, this saint did not want to see the sad appearance of his apprentice.