If the relationship itself, he can be desperate and have no scruples, but about the lives of so many people, in his hands alone, at this time, he can't help but retreat. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Seeing that Zhuo Yifan was so nervous, Zen Master Huiyuan's deadwood-like fingers brushed the beard on his chin, and said with a smile: "Yifan, don't be nervous, I will let you go, naturally believe in your ability." Besides, I've been thinking about it for a long time, it may be difficult for others, but it's not so difficult for you. ”

When Zhuo Yifan heard this, his eyebrows frowned, and he felt that these words were a little comforting and even flattering to himself. He really didn't expect that he would be so "powerful" in front of a generation of monks.

Although he was very happy, he had two feelings, one was that Zen Master Huiyuan deliberately elevated himself in order to do things for him. The second is that Zen Master Huiyuan just doesn't want to worry too much in order to comfort himself. Because at this time, he felt that he was almost worthless, and his confidence had been ruthlessly crushed after stepping into the rivers and lakes.

He slowly calmed down, no matter what kind of feeling he had, he didn't have a choice, deep down he still had a little less confidence, after all, he really didn't have anything outstanding at this time.

Zen Master Huiyuan got down from the couch and took out something wrapped in a gray cloth from the side.

turned around and said to Zhuo Yifan: "This is this thing!"

Seeing this, Zhuo Yifan walked forward quickly and wanted to take a look.

Looking at the things in front of me, they were very tightly wrapped. However, in terms of appearance, it is a round and strong thing with a thick top and a thinner bottom, but what it is, he can't say what it is.

"Master, what is this?" Zhuo Yifan said curiously.

Zen Master Huiyuan did not reply, but closed his eyes and exhaled deeply, slowly unwrapping the gray cloth, and his expression was very solemn.

Zhuo Yifan couldn't bear it at this time, seeing that he was so cautious and careful, he couldn't help but hold his breath and watch carefully.

As soon as the gray cloth was opened, a Zen staff was greeted by nine black dragon patterns on the pillars of this Zen staff, to be exact, nine red purple and even black dragon patterns.

The veins of the dragon pattern are very clear, not like they are branded, but like a real dragon drilled into them.

Look closely, the dragon head in the dragon pattern is upward, and the dragon's mouth seems to be spitting out something, according to the direction of the spit, it is just aimed at the nine Zen rings hanging on the Zen staff, each of which has the thickness of a girl's wrist.

If you don't look closely at what is in front of you, you really can't see anything special about it.

Zhuo Yifan set his eyes on Zen Master Huiyuan and said, "Master, isn't this the Zen staff used to stay asleep when sitting in meditation in Buddhism?"

Zen Master Huiyuan nodded to him and said, "You are very right, but this Zen staff is not used for sleeping. ”

"It's not used to sleep during zazen, what is it for?" he examined it carefully, and said casually, "Could it be a weapon used for self-defense?"

Zen Master Huiyuan didn't answer his words, in fact, he didn't know how to answer, he just shook his head.

Then, he lowered his head and said, "In the past, this staff was indeed used for sleeping, and I don't know when he was covered with blood and murder!"

"Bloody, killing?" Zhuo Yifan heard this, his eyes widened, because the last two words appeared in his mind more than once, especially in the back mountain.

"A cowardly person has no dignity to talk about, he wants force, he wants to be cold-blooded, he wants to kill!"

"To be forced, to be cold-blooded, to kill!"

Zhuo Yifan clearly remembered that the ghostly voice of the back mountain, like a tide, hit his mind wave by wave.

Thinking about it at this time, he couldn't help but shiver, and even his hands and feet began to appear cold and numb.

Seeing this, Zen Master Huiyuan hurriedly shouted, "Yifan, what's wrong with you?"

The voice shook, and the fragment that jumped in Zhuo Yifan's mind was interrupted.

"I didn't ...... It's okay!" Zhuo Yifan said in a trembling voice.

Seeing that Zhuo Yifan's nervous expression gradually calmed down, Zen Master Huiyuan nodded slightly, and then felt a little relieved.

Zhuo Yifan wiped the sweat from his palms, and said puzzledly: "Master Abbot, is this nine-ring Zen staff really that powerful?"

Zen Master Huiyuan glanced at the Zen staff, lowered his head and said, "Actually, it's called the Nine Dragons Vampire Zen Staff!"

"Nine Dragons Vampire Zen Staff!" Zhuo Yifan followed.

"That's right, it's the Nine Dragons Vampire Zen Staff!"

"Master, how can this Buddhist thing have such a bloody name, it sounds very domineering!" Zhuo Yifan said in surprise.

Zen Master Huiyuan shook his head with a wry smile and sighed: "It turned out to be a sacred relic of Buddhism, and its original name was not called the Nine Dragons Vampire Zen Staff!"

Zhuo Yifan heard this, knew that there must be a story behind, and was very curious, so he asked again: "Oh?

"It was called the nine-ring tin rod in ancient times, and after a thousand turns, because the staff bearer, it is difficult to hold himself, the evil desire is too deep, the obsession is too strong, and the holy object is also bound by the demonic nature, and since then it has been contaminated by blood and killing, lost the holiness of the holy object, and escaped into the devil's way, so it was called the Nine Dragons Vampire Zen Staff by later generations!"

"This holy relic is from the ancient period?" Zhuo Yifan said in surprise.

Zen Master Huiyuan nodded and said, "That's what is recorded in the Buddhist scriptures!"

"Antiquity, antiquity......"

Zhuo Yifan said silently, his nerves jumped, and his thoughts were instantly pulled to the back mountain.

That ghostly voice said that he was from ancient times, could it be that all this was true, Zhuo Yifan had already been in chaos.

I began to hallucinate in my head, the ghostly voice.

"We are the Ancient Netherworld, little baby, we are from the Ancients!"

......

Zhuo Yifan thought about the things before and after, it couldn't be just a coincidence, his scalp was numb.

He looked at the Zen staff with a panicked expression, and his eyes seemed to be sucked in at once.

Looking at such a delicate dragon pattern, Zhuo Yifan's eyes flashed, and his heart was followed by a surge, and he couldn't help himself, and he reached out to touch the dragon pattern on the Zen staff.

Seeing Zhuo Yifan's move, Zen Master Huiyuan hurriedly shouted: "Stop!"

Hearing Zen Master Huiyuan's loud shout, Zhuo Yifan instantly retracted his hand in fright and looked at him puzzled.

"Master Abbot, I suddenly want to touch it, and I don't mean anything else!" Seeing Zen Master Huiyuan's straight face, Zhuo Yifan explained.

Seeing Zhuo Yifan, who was frightened, Zen Master Huiyuan eased his face.

Then he said: "Yifan, don't touch the dragon pattern on this Zen staff, it's very magical, if your obsession is too strong, and your mind is too weak, you will be led astray by it, and the consequences are unimaginable." ”

Zhuo Yifan heard it in a fog, so he had to pretend to understand and nodded.

On the surface, Zhuo Yifan didn't say anything, but he muttered silently in his heart.

This Zen staff, except for the delicate dragon pattern, the rest of the parts are no different from other Zen sticks, as mysterious as the master said! )