Yang Zongheng is now dressed like a polar bear, but he is as cold as a dog, this cold, even a mage can no longer do anything, and the monk in the ice cube is estimated to have hanged.

Just because a voice comes out doesn't mean that he's still alive, and he has cultivated to a profound archmage, even if he dies, the remnant thoughts may keep repeating what he did in his life. Maybe the old monk was chanting the scriptures before he died.

No matter how deep a person's cultivation is, compared to the power of heaven and earth, he is just an ant.

It's better to bury him, it's a good thing.

Yang Zongheng thought about it and wanted to touch the old monk, but suddenly a childish voice scolded: "Don't move." ”

Yang Zongheng's sudden voice shook his whole body in fright, and he hurriedly turned around, only to see a six- or seven-year-old little monk, with a tiger's head and a tiger's brain, his cheeks were red from the cold, and there was even some blue and purple frostbite.

I saw the little monk pointing at Yang Zongheng and said, "Are you the big devil?"

"What big devil?" Yang Zongheng was puzzled.

"My master said that the big devil is going to come to the world again recently, and the location is here, and it just so happens that you appear again, who are you?" said the little monk Zhenzhen.

Yang Zongheng smiled: "According to what you say, if you also appear here, then wouldn't you also be the big devil? And this old monk is also possible." ”

The little monk said: "We are here to subdue the big devil, how can it be the big devil?"

Yang Zongheng saw that the little monk was only wearing a single coat, shivering in the wind, and his upper and lower teeth kept fighting when he spoke, so he took off a cotton coat and wanted to put it on him.

Who knew that he stepped forward and took a step, and the little monk immediately took two steps back, and Yang Zongheng had no choice but to throw his clothes over and said, "Will the big devil give you clothes?"

The little monk seemed to be cold enough, and he didn't care if Yang Zongheng was really a big devil, so he unceremoniously picked up his clothes and wrapped himself up and asked, "Are you really not a big devil?"

"I'm really not, you see that your master is now frozen into popsicles, if I am the big devil, shouldn't I take the opportunity to eliminate you now?" Yang Zongheng said helplessly.

The little monk scratched his head and said, "That's reasonable, then you can come with me." ”

Saying that, the little monk turned around, and Yang Zongheng hurriedly shouted, "Then what about your master?"

The little monk said, "My master is reciting the Great Compassion Mantra to suppress demonic energy, so you'd better not disturb my master." ”

It turns out that he is not dead, so how high is the mana of this old monk, he is no longer human.

Yang Zongheng followed the little monk into a cave, which was a stone cave, and it was also a kind of happiness to be able to find a stone cave in the polar region.

There is a fire in the cave, which is warm, and it is simply a paradise for Yang Zongheng now.

There is some firewood from nowhere, and at the bottom is a broken pot with half a pot of rice porridge, and next to it is a Buddha statue and wooden fish.

Yang Zongheng sat by the fire and took out some dried meat and threw it on the fire, and soon the fragrance spread all over the cave.

The little monk looked at the jerky, swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked, "What is this, so fragrant." ”

"This is beef jerky that my friend gave me, do you want to eat some? ”

"Amitabha, we monks don't eat meat. ”

"If you don't say it, I won't say who knows, besides, it's cold and earthy, eating some meat can replenish calories well, and the body will not be easy to get cold. ”

The little monk stared at the dried meat and made a psychological struggle and said, "You can't tell my master. ”

Yang Zongheng nodded, picked up a handful of roasted jerky and gave it to the little monk, the little monk took a bite lightly, and seemed to be not very relieved, but it didn't take long for him to start devouring it.

Looking at the appearance of the little monk, Yang Zongheng couldn't cry or laugh, just get rid of the demons, kidnap you, and you have to help count the money.

"What's your name?" asked Yang Zongheng

"I don't have a name, don't you all call us bhikkhus here, then you can call me bhikkhus too. ”

"Okay, little Bibi. ”

"I'm talking about a bhikshu, not a little bhibi. ”

"Okay, Hillock. ”

"You are definitely not the demon king, the demon king will not be as stupid as you, I am seven years old, can you remove the small words. ”

"No problem, lovely hilichurl. ”

The little monk glanced at Yang Zongheng and said, "Forget it, you can call it whatever you like." ”

Yang Zongheng just wants to enliven the atmosphere, save embarrassment, he wants to get acquainted with this kid quickly, so that he can ask what they are doing here, and he also has a number in his heart, otherwise the other party is friend or foe, and he can't tell whether the other party is friend or foe, how to carry out the work behind?

"How long have you been here, Hillock. ”

"It's been a year. ”

Hearing this, Yang Zongheng almost fell to the ground, "You have been in this ice and snow for a year?"

"Of course, my master said that the demonic qi here is too heavy, and the demonic qi cannot be eliminated in a few years. ”

"Aren't you too cold?"

The little monk immediately stood up and folded his hands and said, "For the sake of the world, I will not go to hell, who will go to hell." ”

Yang Zongheng was a little speechless, you have stayed here for a few years, so I can't take my turtle and snake seal? Do you have to enter the iceberg in front of you? What if you see that treasure and have bad intentions? It's a bit difficult to do!

"When will your master be able to recite that mantra? ”

"There are nine hours a day, and now there are about three hours left. ”

It's only twelve hours a day, and the light-year spell will take nine hours? And it's still in this icy and snowy place, Yang Zongheng can't help but feel a sense of admiration for this old monk.

Yang Zongheng finished eating the meat, leaned on the stone and talked, and unconsciously became drowsy, and when he was half-awake and half-asleep, a crisp "dang" sound sounded.

The sound is like a wind chime, but it is thicker than the wind chime.

I saw the little monk jump up and shout, "Master is back." ”

As soon as the words fell, I heard a voice from outside the cave: "Amitabha." ”

Then the old monk walked into the cave, and by this time the old monk had already put on his robe and robe, and the sound was the sound of the golden ring on the Zen staff.

The old monk saluted Yang Zongheng with one hand and said, "Donor, it's polite." ”

Yang Zongheng hurriedly followed and returned the salute.

The little monk took an iron pot and put it on the fire, and in a short time the porridge in the pot was bubbling.

The Zen master said to the little monks, "Go and recite the Heart Sutra ten times." ”

The little monk said, "Master, what mistake did I make again?"

"Isn't it wrong to eat meat?"

The little monk was a little humble and said, "Master, I didn't eat meat, where did I get meat here?" ”

The Zen master said, "Recite it twenty more times if you lie." ”

The little monk reluctantly picked up the wooden fish and ran to the corner and knocked it on.

Yang Zongheng was surprised: "How does the Zen master know that he has eaten meat?"

The Zen master said: "This cave is full of the smell of meat, and the porridge in this pot has not diminished in the slightest, so it can be seen that he has eaten the meat brought by the donor." ”

Yang Zongheng was a little disappointed, he thought that this monk had some superb secret skills, but it turned out to be inferred.

"The donor's whole body is full of demonic energy, I'm afraid it's not an accident that he came here. The Zen master looked at Yang Zongheng and said.

Yang Zongheng said: "Zen master, it's a bit bad for you to say this when we meet for the first time. ”

Although Yang Zongheng knew that he had the Dharma Body of the Great Yan Heavenly Demon on his body, it was the first time that he had been seen to have demonic energy, and he said it unceremoniously, fortunately, there was no one else here, otherwise he would not have to be divided by the five horses?

The Zen master said "Amitabha": "Although the demonic spirit is easy to cause trouble in the world, it is not all without merit, as long as the heart is pure and cultivated, and the Dharma is used to dissolve the demonic nature." Then he will be great with the goodness of the world, and become a Buddha with himself, and I don't know if the donor can intentionally belong to my Shamen. ”

Yang Zongheng's head shook like a rattle, I came to find a turtle and snake mark, and besides, I still have Hai Lan'er, and Liu Xiaoxiao, Yang Zongheng suddenly thought of these two people, and couldn't help but have a headache.

Seeing the change in Yang Zongheng's face, the Zen master said leisurely: "Greed, hatred and ignorance are the root of troubles, if the donor can have no heart and no sex, no color and no appearance, no self and no world, and focus on my Buddha, then the troubles will disappear by themselves." ”

Yang Zonghengzheng was not angry, and when he heard him say that he had such a bunch of things, he said: "Then let me ask you, isn't the Buddha troubled?"

The Zen master said, "Naturally, no. ”

Yang Zongheng said with a smile: "The Buddha advised sentient beings to be good, and sentient beings to be evil, don't you feel troubled? If he is not troubled, it means that he does not take sentient beings to heart at all. ”

"Amitabha. The Zen master raised his hand to Yang Zongheng and bent over to salute: "The donor Huigen is not comparable to the old man, and with a little practice, he will definitely become a Buddha." ”

Yang Zongheng said: "I don't know tens of millions of people who are smarter than me in the world, I don't know tens of millions who are more diligent than me, and I don't know tens of millions of people who have perseverance than me, but I haven't seen anyone become a Buddha and become a saint. ”

"They can't become a Buddha because they can't let go of their love and hatred, fame and fortune, how can a person who can't let go of the person he loves in his heart become a Buddha?"

"Then how do you know that I can let go of the love in my heart?"

"Then I don't know what the donor's heart loves?"

Yang Zongheng thought for a while and said, "Money, after all, you can't do anything without money." ”

The Zen master picked up a stone beside him, and with a light touch of his finger, the stone turned out to be golden.

Yang Zongheng was stunned and said, "I'll go, you actually have this skill?" ”

The Zen master said with a smile: "Since the donor does not dislike the skill, the old man is naturally willing to teach the donor, but one thing to make clear, this gold will still turn into stone after five hundred years." ”

Yang Zongheng immediately lost interest when he heard this, leaned against the wall and said, "Then I won't learn." ”

"Why? Even if it turns to stone, it will be five hundred years later, and no one will know that this gold is from you, so you can enjoy the riches of this life without worrying about the worries behind you. ”

"Then what if the person who got your gold nuggets urgently needs money to save their lives, then wouldn't I hurt others?"

"Amitabha. The Zen master folded his hands and said, "It takes 3,000 good deeds to become a Buddha, and this is enough." ”

Yang Zongheng suddenly had something in his mind, and hurriedly said: "Wait, you seem to have heard this story, it looks like the story in the Eight Immortals, you really think I am illiterate." ”

"Although the old man does not know where the Eight Immortals are sacred, the donor thinks of them as an afterthought, so the good deeds are still there, and the Buddha nature is still there. ”

Yang Zongheng was a little speechless, and said a little unceremoniously: "You old monk, in order to make me a monk, you can say such a disobedient word?"

"The donor's Buddha nature is really clear and pure, and it is unspeakable, and even the old man can see that he is against his heart. ”

"I'm really convinced. ”

"The donor has already admired, why don't we shave our head now? Where are you going, donor, the old man has helped you think of the law name? ”

But Yang Zongheng has already run away.