It was still dark, but Zhou Ang had no sleep left.

There was chaos in his mind, and there were nine hundred and ninety of all kinds of thoughts and ideas, making it impossible for him to have the slightest sleepiness.

Too much knowledge, with more ignorance.

He forcibly calmed his mind and tried to get himself up from the beginning, but his mind could not be calmed at all, and all his thoughts were messed up, and there was no way to pick it up.

Finally, he took a deep breath, sat down in front of the bookcase, took the inkstone, poured a little water, picked up the ink ingot, and began to sharpen the ink—many times, with the help of ink grinding, he was always able to calm himself down as quickly as possible, and gradually dismantle the mess in his heart.

If it still doesn't work, he can still write.

Write one by one, you can always write it out slowly.

When the ink was ready, his mind was really quieter a lot, and then he spread out a piece of paper, lifted a pen, dipped it in ink, hung the pen for a long time, and wrote down a neat line of small letters-

"Who is my master?"

Well, that's a good question. In fact, although he joined the mountain gate for more than a month, and he also started from scratch and accepted the teaching of Uncle Zheng Huan, from the beginning, to the present, he has gradually become a small battle, and he has made significant progress. And all of my uncle's skills were taught by my master, so theoretically, my skills also came from my master.

It's just that...... A bit second-hand.

Well, I'm a second-hand apprentice, and I'm learning the ability to turn one hand around.

But what I learned was obviously different from my colleagues in the yamen.

In principle, there shouldn't be much difference, but the actual cultivation method should be very different. For example, when I had just opened my mind, I could see what they couldn't see or hear, and according to my colleagues, according to their cultivation methods, they couldn't see the aura until the sixth level.

No matter how stupid he is, he knows that the exercises he cultivates are much more high-end than theirs.

So, by deducing, my master is very high-end.

This is nonsense!

Between the third and fourth orders, the legendary sea giant Kun can be summoned to come and go, soaring for nine days, the legendary divine bird, and he is also respectful to his old man.

O World-Honored One!

It should be the World-Honored, not the Master-Honored One.

The Dapeng bird also called me "Little Shizun".

So, how high does the title of World-Honored One mean the status of the Master?

When I copied the "Diamond Sutra" some time ago, I copied the word Shizun I don't know how many times, so I am not unfamiliar with it at all. In the Diamond Sutra, this title is, of course, the exclusive title of the Buddha Shakyamuni, and it is a highly respected and supreme title in the minds of Buddhists.

However, the word Shizun is definitely from the land of China, while Buddhism is a foreign religion.

Their scriptures are all translated, so in the original Sanskrit text, this title should be called another way, but when the translator translated the Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures into Chinese characters, he did not choose a more obscure transliteration that was not conducive to transmission and explanation, but found a word with the same meaning in the Chinese characters to translate.

Therefore, the word "World-Honored One" is by no means exclusive to Buddhism, and they are not qualified to take a word of Chinese characters for their own use, but it is undoubtedly extremely revered and supreme.

At least in that Kun and that Dapeng bird, the status of his master is like this.

So, let the two of them be so respectful......

Well, that's all there is to it......

Okay, I've probably figured it out.

Well, there are still a lot of questions about this, but don't worry, I'll take it slowly in the future, or go to the temple at dawn later, and ask them in person before they leave.

Like what...... It's still the same old question, Master, why are they leaving, and where are they going?

For another example, what does the master mean when he says that he is now "at the end of the strong crossbow"? And what did the giant kun almost want to ask when he said that he was ......away? Why did Master go, why wasn't he there, and how many years had he been gone?

Okay, let's put this aside for now, and then it's a mess again.

Zhou Ang took a deep breath and wrote another sentence on the paper-

"Master said that I had no life and no luck. ”

Well, that's a good question, and it's relevant.

If you think about it carefully, it is not difficult to understand that Master must have seen that I am a person who has died once. In other words, my fate in this world has actually come to an end, and all cause and effect have been completely annihilated with the last death of the original owner.

And the arrival of me, the traverser, brought about this new life, has nothing to do with the original cause and effect of this body.

So Master said that even he could not deduce his future.

I just don't know, does he know his past—for example, does he know that he has traveled from another world and another plane?

It's hard to say. Doubtful for the time being.

Next, a new question arose—why did Master choose to take me as the only disciple because I had no luck or luck?

The master obviously has a respected status, and the cultivation methods in the mountain gate are indeed superb, it stands to reason that it should be a glorious thing for him to be selected by the master to become the only disciple under his old man's seat. However, with this "no life and no luck", it feels weird no matter how you think about it.

So...... There is no fate and no luck, fate is unpredictable and unpredictable, and on the other hand, the fate of everyone in this world except me can be deduced and predicted!

Of course, it is obvious that only great power can do this, but as long as someone can predict and deduce, it proves that a person's fate can be discovered in advance, and even ...... Interrupt, twist and destroy!

So, the fact that I was chosen by Master because I have no fate and no luck can be understood as Master wants everyone to find me? No one can predict my fate?

Thereby...... So as to ensure that I can grow up smoothly, not to be caught by fate, interrupted, reversed and destroyed?

, when you think about it this way, it's so dangerous to be a disciple of the master!

No, no, Master is a world-honored one, such a revered position...... On the contrary, the more noble your position is, the more powerful your enemies will become!

If this derivation is true, then it means that Master has a powerful enemy.

Or more than one.

Well, the more I think about this derivation, the more scary I become, and the more I think about it, the more mysterious it becomes...... Skip first.

After thinking about it, Zhou Ang picked up the pen again, dipped it in ink, and wanted to write down the third line of words, which was also a question he had been thinking about after hearing his master say that the exercise he practiced was called "Dayan Technique".

However, he had just written the words "My last scene revisited", but he suddenly froze-

Damn, no!

Master must have enemies, and they are also powerful enemies, at least, the Four Great Demon Courts should be his enemies - because of the palace of the Tang Emperor, he took me directly there, and he could keep us in the palace, but no one could detect it!

It is conceivable that since there is an official institution of cultivators, how could the emperor not have high-level cultivators around him to protect him? But obviously their rank is not enough to discover the master and me under the protection of the master......

But in the Four Demon Courts, Master didn't dare to take me there when he was "at the end of the crossbow"!

The other party should be friend or foe!

Think again, think again......

Uncle Shi and Ao Chun couldn't go out, and I wasn't allowed to bring out any utensils in the temple, and it was invalid to say that I brought them out, and Master said that he was "the end of the strong crossbow"......

Think again......

The snow in the yard has not melted, and the jujube trees have not died, but they have never sprouted......

it!

At this moment, a white light flashed in Zhou Ang's mind, and he seemed to understand something for a moment, but he was a little incredulous, just muttered to himself, "Then ...... now?"

At this moment, a rooster suddenly crowed loudly in the distance.

After a few seconds, the big rooster in his yard immediately crowed.

Zhou Ang put down the pen with a snap.

Then, he grabbed the paper with only two and a half lines written in his hand, didn't care about the ink was not dry, rubbed it and rubbed it in his hand, and couldn't care about anything else, immediately opened the door, thought about it, and came back to pick up a Confucian shirt, put it on his body first, and hurriedly went out, the door was not opened, he jumped directly, and strode up while getting dressed—when he arrived at the door, he did the same, and jumped directly over.

It suddenly occurred to him just now that maybe Master said he was leaving, and he had already left.

So, he ran wildly.

The sky was still dark, even the darkest time before dawn.

With an unprecedented high speed, he rushed all the way to the south gate of Lingzhou City.

The gate is not open.

He was now troubled again by the fact that he couldn't penetrate the wall.

Fortunately, there have been almost no major wars in Lingzhou for many years, so the city wall is not high, and it is only ten meters above and below, and finally Zhou Ang took a deep breath and actually jumped up again.

Then, again, it was all the way back.

Seeing that he soon arrived at a familiar place, this is the old road that he has to walk once a day, this place is an old place that he has to come to once a day—before he arrives at the place, he has already flipped out the small sign that the master gave him that day from his bosom and held it in his hand.

However, he didn't see the small, familiar stone path.

He was sure that the way up the hill he walked every day was here, but despite the little sign in his hand, he still didn't see it—and when he looked up, there was no small temple on the mountain that he could see every day.

Despite the darkness, he was sure that his eyesight was fine.

That is, they are all gone.

Even the small temple, connected to this path, is gone.

He gasped for breath, and was so anxious that the path should have stretched out, and finally he didn't look for the way at all, and followed the path in his memory, climbing all the way up the vines and mountains.

Along the way, there is naturally no road, not even a trace of human and animal trampling.

If he wasn't sure that he would come here every day in the past, Zhou Ang at this moment couldn't wait to doubt that all kinds of things in the past were just a dream of his own.

Finally, after the Confucian shirt on his body was torn by the thorns several times, Zhou Ang finally came to the place where the small temple was located in his memory, but saw that it was just a barren smoke.

He even found that this was actually a slope, and logically speaking, if he wanted to build it, he would at least have to level the land and make a flat piece of land on this slope.

There was nothing but weeds and thorn bushes.

Zhou Ang crossed his waist and stood there for a long time.

Before you know it, the dew is wetting your clothes.

Also unconsciously, a round of red sun erupted in the east.

Everything in front of me became clearer.

Vitex bushes.

Zhou Ang walked over, followed the general direction in his memory, walked to the "jujube tree", walked to the "West Wing", and walked to the "steps at the entrance of the main hall...... Nothing.

Suddenly, he noticed what appeared to be a snake in the grass.

At first, he was startled and wanted to jump away, but then he realized that he walked over and pushed aside the grass, but saw a string of money like a green snake lying quietly on the grass.

Kind of familiar.

He went over and picked it up, and roughly pulled it, and the number should be right.

So......

"Is that all there is to it?"

"Even a broken temple will be moved, won't you leave it for me?"

So far, how can he not understand that it is not that everyone around him can't see this small temple, in fact, this small temple does not exist in the first place.

It was just moved from by Master who doesn't know where it came from.

The mighty can even move mountains around, let alone a small ruined temple?

moved directly here, went here, and recruited himself as a disciple.

And then...... In thirty-six days, even the people and the temple disappeared.

After shouting, Zhou Ang stopped, took a deep breath, ignored the dew on the ground, and suddenly sat down - it should be roughly where he sat with Ao Chun after his daily practice.

Thirty-six days.

That's it.

No, count, count......

"You've got hours left for me!"

"I'll only be meeting you in hours!"

However, what's the use of shouting this.

Nothing works, pure venting.

Originally, I saw him every day, but I didn't feel anything, but now I suddenly thought that I might not be able to see Uncle Zheng Huan and Xiao Ao Chun from now on, Zhou Ang suddenly felt that some emotions began to overflow uncontrollably.

"What did you teach me? Uncle Zheng taught me! I've only seen you twice, no, three times, and together we have spoken no more than a hundred words, and you always pretend to be at me!"

"Where is it thirty-six days? Three and a half hours is about the same!"

............

The red sun rises in the east, illuminating the heavens and the earth.

Zhou Ang, dressed in tattered clothes, sat quietly in the grass.

Quietly, without saying a word, without moving.

I don't know how long it was, but when he looked up again, the sun was already hanging over the treetops.

He took a deep breath, stood up, took the string of green coins in his arms, and stepped down the mountain.

When he reached the foot of the mountain, he suddenly stopped, turned suddenly, and looked at the grass and thorns.

After a long time, he turned and left.

There was no looking back.

[Volume 1, The Man in the Temple, Final.] 】

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