"Amitabha, forgive the old man for being rude," the old monk looked at the silent Xiao, and suddenly asked a question that the latter did not expect:

"Is there anything you want to do most in your life?"

"Ah...... Ah, is Master with me?" Xiao's body trembled, and he recovered from his deep thoughts.

"Not bad...... the old monk didn't mean to be impatient at all, just nodded lightly, and repeated the question again.

Hearing this, Xiao couldn't help but look slightly tightened and lowered his head. The evening breeze blew gently, raising the broken hair next to his ears, which should have been a chic and handsome scene, but it only added a touch of helplessness and sadness to his emaciated and haggard face.

"Don't you want the donor?" the old monk looked at him, "It's okay, the old man just asked casually, on a whim." ”

"Not really, it's just that in this place of Buddhism, there are some words that I don't know if I should say or not......"

"But it doesn't matter. ”

"Okay...... Xiao raised his head, looked at the sunset with only a red tail left in the distance, and said categorically:

"I used to ...... I want to kill someone......"

"Oh?" the old monk frowned slightly.

"I can't wait to cut him with a thousand knives and split his body into five horses—I want to give him back a thousand, a hundred times the pain I have suffered, and I will only be able to torture him to the point of pain!" Xiao clenched his fists, and his eyes spewed out hatred and anger and fire.

"That's right......" The old monk sighed softly, stood up and patted the hem of his clothes, and was about to turn away.

Xiao was immersed in strong feelings, and did not notice this scene, just stared at his feet, and vented his emotions to himself. Suddenly, he paused, pondered for a moment, and let out a relieved smile:

“...... But now...... Oh, but suddenly I didn't want to......"

The old monk was stunned, stopped, and said slowly: "Why don't you want to think about it again? Could it be that with the passage of time, the hatred has lessened?"

"That's not it, the blood sea is deep, how can it be alleviated and alleviated......" Xiao shook his head, sighed, and said truthfully:

"It's just that after all this, I started to get scared. ”

"I'm afraid, sometimes it's a good thing," the old monk lifted one foot slightly, "but most of the time, it's not a wise choice. ”

Xiao smiled: "The seniors misunderstood, I'm not afraid of that guy, but ......"

"And what?"

"Scared, lose ......," Xiao said with a bitter smile in his heart.

When the old monk heard this, the corners of his mouth hooked up a touch, and the raised foot was gently lowered.

"Hatred and hatred, resentment and resentment, today he kills me, I will return, tomorrow I kill him, he will definitely return, if you want to cut the grass and eradicate the root and never stop the trouble, it will always hurt the innocent," Xiao said softly, "I am not a person who is fully enlightened, but I understand a truth, that is, no matter how powerful a person is, there are those who cannot be killed." The dead are irretrievable, and I am even more afraid that those around me will be implicated......"

"When is the time for retribution, it is good that the donor can understand this......" The old monk turned around, looked at him and said, "But if that person appears in front of you again, what will the donor do?"

"To let it go, it is not to let go, to avoid it, it is not that I am afraid of him," Xiao said in a deep voice, "if he is really entangled, then I will definitely take action, and if I see him do something unrighteous, I will certainly take care of it—not for myself, but for justice!"

"Amitabha, what a fair!" the old monk seemed to be satisfied with this answer, and immediately stroked his palms and laughed.

Hearing this laughter, Xiao finally raised his head and scratched his head a little embarrassed:

"The juniors have a humble opinion, which makes the seniors smile......"

"The benefactor is not a monk, and it is already good that he can understand these truths," the old monk smiled and sat back on the stone, but then changed his words and asked again:

"So since there is no intention of seeking revenge, what does the donor want to do most now?"

"Now?" Xiao thought for a while, suddenly blushed, and said a little shyly:

"For now, I'm ...... I fell in love with a girl......"

"Yes, girl. The old monk nodded.

"Very nice girl......"

"Well, very good girl. The old monk nodded again.

"If I can, I want to be with her and live a peaceful and happy life......" Xiao's face rippled with a flush, but it was quickly replaced by helplessness and depression:

"However, now these things are useless, the overall situation has been decided, even the predecessors of the 'strange doctor' evil Qianchen have no power to return, and the old abbot has passed away, in this life, I am afraid that there will be no more chances......"

The old monk was silent, and a trace of imperceptible complexity and entanglement flashed in his eyes.

Xiao raised his palms, stood up with difficulty, and smiled at the old monk: "Master, thank you for being willing to talk with me for so long, the younger generation is really no longer willing to suffer in this world, instead of barely surviving on the sickbed, it is better to be happy like a man before dying!"

The old monk looked at him, but he didn't say a word, as if he also acquiesced to the former's idea.

Xiao smiled miserably, bent down, and saluted the old monk with all his might: "Then so be it, junior...... Farewell!"

Without hesitation, he turned around, jumped over, and jumped off the cliff—

Whoop—

The expected fall did not happen, Xiao only felt that the robe behind him was tight, and the body that had already stepped out of the body hovered in mid-air, and he turned around unexpectedly, only to see that the old monk had burst in at some point and grabbed him by the collar.

Although Xiao Xiao's weight has been reduced to a handful of bones, an old man can grasp him firmly with only one hand, but it also shows profound skills.

At this time, Xiao was in no mood to pay attention to this.

"Master, why are you doing this?" Xiao's lips trembled, and he let out a long sigh.

"Let's come up first. The old monk smiled indifferently and gently lifted him up.

Xiao's feet returned to Linmian again, but without the slightest excitement for the rest of his life, he looked at the old monk silently, and his eyes were lonely and complicated.

"Good, good," the old monk breathed a sigh of relief, "That's it, that's it...... So be it, the old man has made up his mind. ”

"Heart...... What decision?" Xiao was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a little confused.

The old monk smiled slightly, and reminded himself of the past: "Many years ago, there was a cult in the rivers and lakes, and the leader of the sect was originally an ordinary ordinary person who did not know any martial arts, but he was unexpectedly found to have lived to be more than one hundred and thirty years old......

"I have also heard this story below," Xiao nodded, "It is rumored that this person cultivated evil skills with human blood, established the Millennium Sect in the name of immortality and immortality, recruited disciples to collect money, and even involved many dignitaries, and later the crime was revealed, and was exterminated by more than a dozen masters such as Shangguan Hong, the head of Wudang, Xiao Buyi, and Lu Shuying, the leader of the beggar gang, and the last fire burned everything to the ground - but what does this have to do with you and me?"

"Don't be impatient, and listen to me slowly," the old monk smiled, "What the donor has heard is only half-truths and half-truths released by the participants back then, but in fact, the real situation is not the case." ”

"Oh. Xiao smiled reluctantly, although a little impatient, but his sex still showed a look of respect and listening.

"The leader of the Millennium Sect back then was indeed able to live a long life because of external forces, but he did not rely on human blood to cultivate evil skills, but a book of exercise secrets," the old monk smiled mysteriously, "Although this exercise is not very helpful in improving martial arts, it can mobilize true qi to refine unnecessary toxins and impurities in the human body, so as to achieve the purpose of longevity." ”

"Is there such a thing?" Xiao heard about longevity, and immediately became a little interested.

"Yes, the sect master was not killed by the knights, because he only collected his belongings and did not hurt people's lives, after he handed over the exercises, he was secretly sent to a remote place to be properly settled," the old monk smiled, "The benefactor also reined in the precipice, repented in time, and thus lived for a few more years, and finally died without a problem, which can be consummated." ”

"The reason why I want to release false news and secretly send that person away is because this exercise looks mediocre at first glance, but in fact it is too rebellious, if you let the great evil be done, the consequences will be unimaginable," the old monk said slowly, "That Shangguan Hong is also a good person, he didn't want the court to get this thing, and he didn't want to destroy such a treasure, so he handed over the exercise to a person he trusted, who is also an old friend of mine, and asked him to find a proper place to deal with it well." ”

"And then?"

"Later, the news leaked, and many forces secretly sent capable generals to track the clues of the exercise, and some people who were inconvenient to come forward hired the hands of others, such as the photo studio, Baique Gate, Hidden Dragon Society, and some killer forces in Iron Eagle Castle, which developed and grew during that period," the old monk's eyes gradually became heavy, "Shangguan Hong was also secretly killed later, although the imperial court was killed in the line of duty, but before and after the joint incident, after a little thought, it is not difficult to guess what he has experienced." ”

Hearing this, Xiao couldn't help but be speechless, he couldn't imagine that such a selfless hero would end up with his personal anger vented and fall into such a fate......

"Later, that old friend of mine ran all the way, far, far, far, and the pursuers changed groups after groups, but they couldn't get rid of ......"

The old monk paused, and suddenly laughed mysteriously:

Then he thought of me. ”

"Oh, that's it...... Uh!" Xiao's face suddenly froze, "Is it possible?"

"That's right," the old monk nodded, and took out an old cloth bag from his chest, "He gave me this exercise, entrusted me with good life, and made a ten-year contract, and then he brought in his pursuers and went alone." ”

"A ten-year covenant?"

"Yes," the old monk nodded, "He, within ten years, he, or his descendants, will find the old man, and the clue he leads to is a revised martial arts mantra, for fear that I will forget, it has already been written by him on the first page of the exercises—this is why the old man will subconsciously ask the donor what martial arts he practices." ”

"So...... Place...... So...... "Xiao?" swallowed and stuttered again. His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, because he had already guessed what was going to happen next: "Master, you don't want to ......"

"Yes, the donor's temperament, upward and benevolent, won my heart," the old monk smiled and nodded, "Although the deadline has not yet expired, the old man has decided to transfer this exercise to you." ”

With that, he gestured and handed out the cloth bag.

Xiao's eyes suddenly burned, he looked at the exercise, his eyes were full of longing, and full of entanglement, his trembling hands were raised again and again, and he put down again and again, so he didn't take it for a long time.

He didn't know that during the time he hesitated, the old monk who didn't say a word was staring at his eyes all the time.

Finally, reason defeated emotion, Xiao took a deep breath and took a step back: "No...... I can't...... To ......"

The old monk said with some disgust:

"Why, with such things in hand, does the donor still want to die?"

Xiao shook his head vigorously, then he closed his eyes with difficulty, and said loudly:

"How can I be a treacherous person because of the life and death of a person, and even my predecessors!"

After saying this, he seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and fell to the ground in despair.

Unexpectedly, the old monk suddenly laughed, he stood up, laughed, and only one word:

"Good!"

In the next second, he picked up Xiao and gently placed the cloth bag on the latter's arms

"Master, what are you?" Xiao looked at him in disbelief, "I'm over, I can't ask for this thing!"

"Don't be in a hurry," the old monk smiled and explained, "Good, that sentence is just a test for the donor." ”

"Test ...... Test?" Xiao's eyes widened.

"Yes, the test," the old monk nodded, and then sighed:

"The ten-year covenant is indeed true, but the fact that he handed over this exercise to me is indeed more than ten years ago, and the deadline has passed, but I don't see him or his descendants coming. Now, the two masters of Zhijue and Wisdom, who knew about this, have passed away, leaving only Lao Ke alone, who is also in his last years, so he naturally does not want such things to accompany Lao Ge into the ground. Now that I have met a person with a temperament like the donor, I naturally want to give it away. ”

Xiao cried excitedly and choked up: "Senior, I'm ...... I ......"

"Amitabha, the donor doesn't have to be happy too early," the old monk interrupted him, "This exercise can indeed treat some injuries and illnesses for ordinary people, and prolong life, but it is really not good for a terminally ill person like the donor." ”

"Is that so?" Xiao's expression froze again, like a basin of cold water, which was suddenly poured on his head.

"That's all the old man can do, as for what happens next, then, it's all up to the donor," the old monk folded his hands and recited the Buddha's name: "Farewell." ”

With that, he turned and walked into the depths of the courtyard wall, and in a moment he was gone.

Xiao swallowed his saliva and couldn't wait to open the cloth bag, and there was indeed an old and glowing book inside, with a few big words written on the cover: "Taiyin Sun Nine Rubbing Wuji Gong"!

He gently stroked the book cover, hesitated for a moment, and finally turned the next page with curiosity, wanting to see what secret message the old monk's friend had left.

I saw the book:

Lao Zhuang alluded to the stunt, Xi and Qiong hooked Fang Yi;

Yin palm and yang fist superb skills, luck to control the body ghost elf;

A punch, a movement and a stillness, both movement and quiet;

The prisoner is like a dragon, like a peng, light as a willow and a thunderbolt;

There is no fist and no moves, and the enemy is ever-changing and ever-changing;

If you can understand the great truth, you can be a monarch from all over the world

......

Xiao looked at it and was stunned.

It's not ...... Qi Zehui's "Getaway"?