"Why is this so?" Yu Dao looked at the old monk with some incomprehension.

As soon as the old monk returned, he was found by others, and the burlap bag dragged in his hand was snatched away again. After snatching the sack from the old monk's hand, the mortals happily went to make a fire to cook and prepare for cooking.

Yu Dao stood at the gate of the temple, motionless as he watched the old monk dragging his steps towards the broken temple.

The old monk walked to the broken temple with difficulty, did not speak, his breath was very weak, he bowed to Yu Dao, and then walked towards the temple with his hands on the door frame.

After walking for a hundred breaths, the old monk stepped into the Buddha hall and knelt down in front of the Buddha hall. At this time, his body relaxed, as if he was relieved, and the burden in his heart was lifted.

Yu Dao stepped into the Buddhist hall, and his heart was full of doubts, and he wanted to ask the old monk again. But before he could speak, the old monk's men heard the sound of wooden fish tapping, and at the same time reciting Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, releasing a calm charm.

The sound of the wooden fish and the chanting were mixed together, like the movement of the leaves of the breeze, which calmed Yu Dao's mind all of a sudden, and his spirit also became comfortable, and before he entered the cultivation state, the speed of recovery increased by three or four percent.

When Yu Dao saw the old monk behaving like this, he also knew that the other party didn't want him to disturb. He thought about it for a while, simply suppressed the doubts in his heart, found a place next to the old monk, and after sweeping away the dust, he stopped cross-legged and practiced silently.

No matter what the old monk meant, so far, the other party has not shown any ill intentions towards him, and Yu Dao has a big heart to accept the other party's gift, taking the opportunity to speed up the recovery of his injuries.

As the day passed, Yu Dao was bathed in the sound of Buddha's chanting, his spirit became complete, and his mana grew rapidly. This day's work was worth the results of his previous day's practice.

When dusk came again, Yu Dao opened his eyes in time, and it didn't take long to hear a commotion outside the temple gate, and it was getting closer and closer. His eyes were very calm, and as he expected, the group of mortals had come to ask the old monk for food again.

"Master!"

"Abbot!" ...... The voice of the mortal shouting was much higher than before, and it was obvious that after eating some food in the past two days, the middle qi had increased a lot.

Before the mortals broke into the Buddhist hall, the old monk stopped chanting and said without looking back: "Got it." ”

The mortals outside the hall were stunned for a moment, and they were immediately elated, and after they were excited in the courtyard for a long time, they hurriedly withdrew from the ruined temple and went to find firewood to prepare for the next fire to cook.

It's just that they didn't notice that the old monk's voice was weaker and older, like the wail of a withered cicada at the end of summer, as if the next one could not be spoken.

When Yu Dao heard this, he immediately knew that the old monk's body was much weaker, and he raised his eyelids slightly and looked at the old monk.

The old monk did not get up after replying, he looked at the Buddha statue and forgot for a long time, as if he was stunned.

Suddenly, his voice sounded in the Buddhist hall: "Presumably, the donor has had a lot of doubts in his heart in the past two days. ”

Yu Dao's eyes were slightly surprised, this was the first time that the old monk took the initiative to talk to him after entering the temple. Yu Dao didn't make a sound, just nodded silently.

The old monk didn't look sideways at Yu Dao, but a smile appeared on his face at the right time, "The poor monk begs the donor to do him a favor." ”

"Please. Yu Dao didn't say much, and said directly.

The poor monk was no longer able to go down the mountain, so he asked the donor to go down the mountain for the poor monk, and after two quarters of an hour, he walked back and handed over the grain to the other donors. ”

When Yu Dao heard this, he said, "Where is the food?"

"Ahem...... cough cough" When the old monk heard it, his breath suddenly became unsmooth, he coughed violently, and dark blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth again.

But the smile on his face did not stop, and his voice was weak but gentle: "There is no need for the donor to worry, the poor monk will give the grain to the donor." ”

Yu Dao nodded, and the old monk said, "Please also ask the donor to turn around." ”

Yu Dao was silent for a moment, looked at the old monk and said, "Abbot take it out, you and I are not mortals." ”

The dry laughter of the old monk sounded in the hall: "It is also said that the donor is not an ordinary person, just don't feel that you have polluted the eyes of the donor." ”

The words speak, and the sound of changing clothes and untying in front of the Buddha statue is like a squirrel.

After listening to Yu Dao's words, the old monk did not shy away from it, and directly lifted the hem of his clothes, revealing the lower half of his body.

A strong smell of blood suddenly appeared in the Buddha hall, some pungent and some sweet, which made Yu Dao's eyebrows slightly raised.

Following Yu Dao's gaze, the old monk's legs were a patch of red, a blurred red of flesh and blood, dark red, and bright red oozing out.

The smell of blood that Yu Dao had smelled a few times before was from the wounds on the old monk's legs.

Even if Yu Dao had killed a lot and had seen the blood pool of the corpse mountain, he couldn't help but be moved when he looked at the old monk's legs at this time.

Because from the old monk's thigh down, there is no flesh and blood in other places, some are only red bones, and the bones are very cleanly shaved, and there is no minced meat at all.

Even the thighs were dripping with blood and blurred, and at least half of the flesh was missing.

The dilapidated Buddha statue stood on the offering table, looking down at the old monk under the table.

The old monk knelt down, a piece of wood appeared in his hand, he moved his legs a little, supported his body from falling, and then held the piece of wood, cut the flesh and blood at the thigh, the movement was not rusty, and he did not hesitate.

"Abbot ......" Yu Dao sat cross-legged, his body couldn't help but straighten, and his mouth sounded.

"Huh?" the old monk lowered his head, a question sounded in his mouth, he didn't look up at Yu Dao, he carefully rummaged through his thighs and cuts, and didn't let go at all, just like an old farmer rummaging in the field for fallen wheat grains.

Yu Dao saw the old monk behaving like this, and instantly fell silent.

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