Yang Xiaoyang thought about it and still didn't dig out the little insect, and sat on the ground dejectedly, looking at the dead wood in front of him at a loss.

Uncle, you can do well, and give the younger generation a chance to live. If you come back to life, I will be able to renew the life of Xiao Di, and you yourself have a second spring, why not?

Of course, Yang Xiaoyang just thinks so.

At this time, Ju Yeqi suddenly walked out of the hall.

She saw Yang Xiaoyang sitting on the ground, smiled lightly, and her big eyes shone again, "Little sheep, the master asked me to tell you that there is a divine spring on the top of this mountain that can help you." ”

"Really?" Yang Xiaoyang was overjoyed, but immediately said suspiciously, "Then why didn't you say it earlier?"

Ju Yeqian held back a smile and replied, "You didn't ask either." ”

The corners of Yang Xiaoyang's mouth twitched, patted his buttocks and stood up, and ran out as soon as he slipped through the smoke.

He didn't ask where it was, how big could the summit be, and he couldn't see it at a glance.

Yang Xiaoyang ran all the way with his aura, and after a while, he was almost at the top of the mountain.

But he thought it was a little strange, this mountain has been full of dead wood since the halfway point of the mountain, and there is not even a leaf or grass on the ground.

It should be a vibrant spring, but Yang Xiaoyang felt the gloom that he had never felt in autumn and winter.

But he didn't bother to think too much.

The summit of the mountain is not steep at all, and you can see a small spring when it is bare.

Yang Xiaoyang came to the spring and squatted, and saw that the spring water was clear, and it kept gurgling out, gathering into a small pool in a shallow pit.

Yang Xiaoyang stared at it for a while, but didn't find anything magical, and dipped it with his hand a little, only to feel that the water was cool.

But there are few springs that are not cool, right?

Wait, how do I bring it back?

Yang Xiaoyang stiffened for a moment, only to find that he didn't have a container for water, and looked around again, trying to find a leaf to hold it, but he couldn't find it.

Are you going back and looking for something to serve? That's too much trouble, isn't it?

Still is...... In your mouth?

Yang Xiaoyang swallowed his saliva, not knowing if his disrespectful thoughts would be known by Shenquan, and then poisoned himself to death.

At this time, a gopher suddenly emerged from the soil by the small pool.

Yang Xiaoyang saw the gopher take a look at him, and then walked to the spring and drank the water.

Yang Xiaoyang saw that Gu Du Gu drank happily, and it was okay to drink a little, and felt that it should be nothing in his mouth.

It's just that he just looked down and didn't touch the water, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the gopher look up at him.

Then it turned around, and Yang Xiaoyang saw a crystal column of water fall into the small pool, splashing ripples.

Then it turned its head to look at Yang Xiaoyang again, the meaning in its eyes was incomprehensible, and then it burrowed into the soil.

Yang Xiaoyang was stunned for a while before he reacted, and couldn't help but be furious.

Oh my god, you just peed after drinking water, you're sick, right?

Wait, why do I still care about its body?

Yang Xiaoyang saw that the gopher had run away, sat down on the ground, sighed, stared at the spring water, and swallowed his saliva.

The water in the spring is constantly bubbling out, so it shouldn't be a big problem, right?

Yang Xiaoyang's eyes closed, thinking to himself that for the sake of Xiaodi, I endured it!

The lips touched the cool spring water, which made Yang Xiaoyang couldn't help but feel excited, and the water in his mouth felt particularly sweet.

Sweetness should be the sweetness of this spring water, right?

Yang Xiaoyang nodded, but forgot to hold the water and swallowed it......

Forget it, there is a first bite and there is a second bite.

Yang Xiaoyang lowered his head and took another sip, swallowed the water and ran towards the temple.

I almost couldn't hold back my swallow a few times along the way, but in the end, laziness prevailed over temptation.

There was no one in the courtyard of the temple, and Yang Xiaoyang didn't want others to see his ugliness.

He walked up to the dead tree and sprayed it, Yang Xiaoyang was afraid that it would be uneven, so he walked around the trunk and sprayed the water in his mouth into a mist.

After spraying it in one gulp, I didn't see any reaction from the dead wood.

Yang Xiaoyang felt that such a thing as resurrection should not be something that could be completed in a while. Since the master said that he could save it, it was none of my business if I didn't live for a while.

Yang Xiaoyang walked into the hall and found that the master was talking to Riying.

"Master, will I go to hell in the future?" asked Ri Ying innocently, not afraid.

"If the benefactor wishes to change, he can transform himself. Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot. The old monk folded his hands and said.

Li Congwen knew that Riying had killed a lot of people, so he asked puzzledly, "It's that simple?"

"How simple is it for someone who always holds a butcher's knife to let go? Besides, this Buddha is not a true Buddha, but only the starting point for Buddhahood. ”

Li Congwen nodded, "I don't understand." ”

Ju Yeqi rolled his eyes, saw Yang Xiaoyang walk in, and asked, "How is it, has the water been retrieved?"

Yang Xiaoyang pursed his lips, the sweet taste in his mouth had not yet dissipated, "Well, I poured it on the tree, but there was no response." ”

Ju Yeqian held back a smile, "Is the spring water delicious?"

"It's ok. Yang Xiaoyang was stunned after speaking, "How do you know that I drank it?"

Ju Yeqi blinked her big eyes, "But you sent it in your mouth?"

Yang Xiaoyang's old face flushed, and he opened the topic and said, "Anyway, why didn't you react when the water was poured on it?"

Ju Yeqi finally couldn't help but laugh, "Can that ordinary spring water be useful?"

"Huh?" Yang Xiaoyang couldn't help but look at the old monk after listening to Ju Yeyan's words.

"The spring is indeed an ordinary spring, but the poor monk named it the Divine Spring. ”

Yang Xiaoyang grew up and couldn't speak, "Then how can Shenquan help me?"

"The sacred spring can indeed help the benefactor, but it cannot save the tree. The old monk said quietly.

Yang Xiaoyang didn't understand it even more when he heard it.

The old monk continued: "A tree that has been dead for a hundred years, how can we ordinary people save it?"

"How can the spring help me?"

"Did the donor think that the tree was alive just now?"

"Yes. ”

"But it is dead after all, and it cannot be saved without being saved. ”

Yang Xiaoyang turned his head to look at the other three, he didn't understand what the old monk was talking about.

saw that Li Congwen was no longer on the side with Riying, and he didn't know when he had already run to the corner of the hall to say something.

Ju Yeqi was standing nearby, but she kept looking at the Buddha statue.

Yang Xiaoyang sighed, saluted and asked, "I'm stupid, I don't know what the master means?"

The old monk's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he raised his voice, "Why is this that others don't need you to save you, but you don't save yourself?"

The voice of the old man echoed in the temple.

Yang Xiaoyang was stunned.

Who to save? Isn't it no longer saved?

I still have to help myself? Actually, I'm sick? Why don't I know?

Yang Xiaoyang was taken aback, only to remember that the master in front of him was still a living Bodhisattva, and he often went down the mountain to save people, so he hurriedly asked, "Master, what's wrong with me?"

Yang Xiaoyang saw the old monk staring at him for a long time before he let out a long sigh, and his face was sad, which made his heart tighten.

Could it be that I'm already terminally ill? Isn't it? I can still get an incurable disease if I am congenitally perfect?

"The poor monk can't cure the disease, the poor monk only knows that the donor is going to hell step by step, and he can't stop it. ”

Why did you say that you were going to hell?

Before Yang Xiaoyang could ask, Ju Yeyan withdrew his gaze from looking at the Buddha statue, saluted and asked, "You really can't stop it?"

The old monk closed his eyes and folded his hands together, and pronounced the Buddha's name, "Amitayus Buddha." ”

Yang Xiaoyang looked at the two of them with a confused expression, is this bullying himself for not reading the scriptures?

The old monk turned to face Yang Xiaoyang again, as if he had something on his mind, and the expression on his face seemed to be much richer, "In this case, the poor monk will help the donor." ”

Yang Xiaoyang was overjoyed, and immediately put the previous confusion behind, "Can the master help me promote to human immortal?"

The old monk was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "The poor monk can only participate in Zen, how can the poor monk help you with the matter of cultivating immortals? ”

Ju Yeqi opened the box, and Xiao Di flew out, "Grandpa, can you help me grow up?"

Yang Xiaoyang was stunned for a moment, looking at Xiao Di's appearance that had not changed for several years, only to realize what he had been ignoring before......

The old monk smiled kindly, "The poor monk can't, the poor monk can only bless you with an illusion, so that the donor doesn't have to hide in the box anymore." ”

"Ah, that's great. Is it that if I am flying outside, others will not be able to see me?" Xiao Di flew up to the old monk and asked happily.

"Buddha Amitayus, exactly. ”

Yang Xiaoyang hurriedly asked, "What will happen if I eat?"

"Self-generated illusions can be used to cover up. ”

Xiao Di exclaimed, "What kind of illusion will there be?"

The old monk smiled and did not answer.

Yang Xiaoyang asked again, "How long can that last?"

"Half a moon. ”

"It's only been half a month?" Yang Xiaoyang was dumbfounded.

Half a month later, the donor had other opportunities. ”