Yu Dao smelled the smell of blood, his eyes froze, and he looked at the old monk intently.

The old monk didn't notice Yu Dao's gaze, he leaned over, lowered his head, and rushed over to the ruined temple.

When the others saw the old monk, their faces were overjoyed, and they all shouted: "The master is back!"

"Abbot, the abbot is back with food!" A group of people hurriedly rushed forward and surrounded the old monk.

The old monk was surrounded, raised his face and looked at these people around him, his face was yellow, and he didn't have any expression. Before he could take the initiative to put down the hemp bag on his back, someone snatched it and pulled the sack out of his hand.

"Master, you rest, I'll help you get it. ”

The sack on the old monk's back was taken away, and his body was pushed to the point where he staggered, and he almost fell to the ground.

"Eat! There's something to eat. ”

A group of people snatched the burlap bag that the old monk had brought back, ran back with hula, ran to the stove, and tore the burlap bag open, revealing the black stuff inside.

Yu Dao glanced at the contents of the sack, guessing that it should be dried root food, but he couldn't tell what it was.

The surroundings of the ruined temple were lively again, and the shouts continued, as if the monkeys were cheering.

Yu Dao heard the noisy shouts, frowned, and looked at the old monk who had been pushed aside on the road and had not yet recovered his strength, and a complicated look appeared in his eyes.

The smell of blood just now did not come from the top of the burlap bag, but from the monk.

And at this time, Yu Dao blessed his mana on his nose, and he could smell another smell of blood on the old monk, which was the smell of blood after the wound had scabbed.

A speculation immediately appeared in his mind, "Is there really such a person in the world?"

The thought in his heart floated, and Yu Dao no longer continued to stand in place, he threw off his sleeves and walked over to the old monk.

The old monk Mu was in place, his thin chest rising and falling slightly, as if he was gasping.

"Abbot. Yu Dao made a gesture.

When the old monk heard this, he took a slow breath before raising his head, clasping his hands together and saluting Yu Dao in return: "I've seen the donor." ”

"Can you continue walking?" Yu Dao turned to the side and gestured to the broken temple.

When the old monk heard this, his eyes opened, he glanced at Yu Dao with a smile, shook his head and said, "Thank you for your kindness." ”

After speaking, he reluctantly raised his steps and walked towards the ruined temple.

Along the way, the cheers of mortals kept ringing out.

It was the second meal, and they weren't as crazy as they had been during the first meal, but they all had their eyes on the food, and they wouldn't move away for a while.

The old monk bowed his waist and silently walked into the ruined temple with the cheerful voice of mortals.

Yu Dao paced behind him, and when he stepped into the ruined temple, he glanced at the many mortals outside the door, and found that there really was not a single mortal looking this way.

The old monk walked all the way to the front of the Buddha hall, then knelt down on the rotten futon, and sat directly on his knees, as if he was gasping for breath and recovering his strength.

Yu Dao stood behind the old monk, looking at the dilapidated Buddha statue in the Buddhist hall, and opened his mouth to ask the question in his heart. But after hesitating, he didn't ask.

Just gave up his hand, and then went back to his room and continued to cultivate.

Yu Dao returned to the room, thinking about how he felt when he had been in close contact with the old monk just now, and made sure that the smell of blood he smelled was not a fake. It made the feeling in his heart even weirder.

Yu Dao thought back to the various monks he had met along the way, even the fat monk who had given him the magic trick was a true monk who regarded all things as ants, and the old monk he met now was completely different.

"Buddhism. Yu Dao closed his eyes, recalled the scriptures of the Buddhist family, and guessed in his heart: "Could it be that the relics brought me here because of this old monk?"

After thinking about it carefully, Yu Dao buried his mind and started his cultivation again.

A trace of spiritual energy was absorbed from all around and melted into his body, slowly dissolving Yu Dao's injuries. At the same time, the immortal heart in his body was bubbling and pumping, pumping out strong blood for the needs of his whole body.

The recovery from his injuries was much more than Yu Dao expected, and he thought that he would have to recuperate for at least six days, but at the current pace, he could recover in four days.

Yu Dao's heart shook slightly, and he was even more immersed in cultivation.

When Yu Dao opened his eyes again, the night passed again, and in a blink of an eye, it was destiny again.

The cacophony of the ruined temple reappeared, and Yu Dao didn't need to guess to know that it was the group of mortals who were clamoring again. He was going to continue his cultivation and ignore those mortals, but when he thought of the old monk he had seen last night, he became interested, got up again, and walked out of the room.

At the door of a room, Yu Dao saw that the broken temple was full of mortals.

All the mortals stared at the old monk sitting in the middle of the temple, their eyes full of hunger and longing.

The sound of mosquitoes and flies resounded in the Buddhist hall, but it can be heard clearly, it is miraculous, and at the same time, the wooden fish in the hands of the old monk is knocking one by one, which is quite rhythmic.

This is the old monk doing his morning class again.

"Is the master alright?"

"It should be almost ready!" ...... A group of people huddled together, chattering and whispering, as if they were afraid of disturbing the old monk, and as if they were urging the old monk.

Yu Dao walked out of the door, only a few people glanced at him, and he was also happy to be quiet, standing at the door and watching this scene.

A moment and a half later, the old monk's wooden fish stopped.

The chanting in his mouth also stopped, and he slowly raised his head and looked at the Buddha statue standing in the Buddha hall.

"Master, it's time to go down the mountain!" someone couldn't hold back and said loudly, "Everyone is hungry again." ”

"Yes, I ordered so much food yesterday, and I can't get two bites for each person, so you can get more today. ”

As soon as you say a word, all the mortals in the courtyard urge the old monk to go down the mountain to get food.

"Got it. The old monk's old voice sounded in the hum, making the voices of all mortals stagnate.

They immediately rejoiced: "I knew that the Master would not see us suffer. ”

"With the master here, where will there be less food. ”

Yu Dao listened to the words of the people around him, a trace of coldness appeared in his eyes, and he could clearly see that the old monk's face was much darker today than yesterday, and at the same time, his movements were much slower, and he looked like his injuries were aggravated.

The old monk took the three sacks of hemp that everyone respectfully offered, hunched his waist, walked out of the broken temple again, and walked down the mountain without saying a word again.

One hour, much slower than the last time, the old monk walked back again, he dragged three hemp bags of things with difficulty, and walked alone on the road.

At the same time, the smell of blood on his body was a little stronger.

Yu Dao stood at the gate of the temple, his heart beating slightly, and his eyes were a little complicated when he looked at the old monk......

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