I saw that the white-robed monk turned his head, still holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, looking like an old monk over sixty years old, with a long face and a straight nose, a long beard under his chin that had turned white, his eyes slightly sunken, and his face was like a thousand-year-old tree, extremely rough, so it seemed that he was also very old, and his bent body gave people an endless sense of agility. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Hey, you old monk who guards the door, what's going on!As a monk, is there anyone as scary as you?" Zhuo Yifan said unhappily because the old monk had taken him aback just now.

The old monk still had a calm expression, and he was not angry because of Zhuo Yifan's impolite words, and his face was almost exactly the same as before turning around.

Looking at Zhuo Yifan, who was outrageous, the old monk's white eyebrows rose slightly, his bearded lips trembled, and he said slowly: "You are here." ”

When Zhuo Yifan heard the old monk's words, he immediately didn't know what to say. The old monk said that he was coming, could it be that he already knew that he would come, this is impossible! If he knew, then why did he treat himself like that just now, this was clearly correcting himself. After analysis, Zhuo Yifan was more sure of the idea just now at this time.

Zhuo Yifan asked curiously and indignantly: "Old monk, how did you know that I would come?"

The white-bearded old monk still had that serene expression, and when he heard Zhuo Yifan's disrespectful words, he still replied tepidly: "Fate, everything is determined by fate, and it is also scattered by fate. ”

When Zhuo Yifan heard the old monk's fate, he was instantly stunned and couldn't hold back his laughter. After he has been wandering the rivers and lakes alone for so long, when he heard the word "fate", it actually came out of the mouth of an old man, and this old man is still a monk, an old monk. Faced with such a scene, Zhuo Yifan still couldn't help laughing, and couldn't help laughing.

When the old monk heard Zhuo Yifan's sneer, he didn't pay attention to it, but stared at him with a pair of bright eyes, as if he could see everything in his heart, which made Zhuo Yifan a little surprised and embarrassed.

"Donor, since you and I have a Buddha fate, why don't you be born by Buddha fate, and also depend on Buddha fate?" The white-robed old monk's body moved slightly, opened his eyes, and bowed his head to Zhuo Yifan.

Zhuo Yifan took a step forward and said puzzledly: "Old monk, what Buddha fate is not Buddha fate, what do you mean?"

"Lao Wei is saying that you and I have a Buddha fate, why donors don't take refuge in Buddhism and devout the Buddha with Lao Gao?" said the white-robed monk.

"What, you let me become a monk?" Zhuo Yifan was suddenly surprised, he was a promising young man, this old monk actually made himself a monk, it was ridiculous to think about it.

"Yes, how does the donor feel?" said the white-robed monk.

"I don't feel good, and it's bad. Zhuo Yifan was so frightened that he hurriedly took a few steps back, touched his hair from time to time, looked at the monk's bald head, and waved his hand again and again.

After speaking, he walked quickly towards Yu Qingqiu, turned to the white-robed monk and said: "You better save this son, you saved him, for gratitude, maybe he will stay and become your disciple, I still have a lot of things to do, but I don't have time to accompany you here." ”

After speaking, Zhuo Yifan raised his head and pulled his legs and ran out, afraid that if he took a step slower, the white-robed monk would have to force himself to become a monk.

"Zhuo Gongzi, are you leaving?" Yi'er shouted at Zhuo Yifan's back.

Zhuo Yifan didn't turn around, just shook his hand with his back to her, and said, "My task has been completed, I don't want to stay as a monk." ”

The white-robed monk saw Zhuo Yifan walking away, then shook his head, his face showed a slight smile, and muttered to himself in the direction he was far away: "Donor, we won't be long before we meet again." ”

Yi'er helped Yu Qingqiu, walked to the white-robed monk, lowered her head and said, "May I ask the master, is your head here?" I want him to save my senior brother as soon as possible." ”

The white-robed monk bowed his head to Yi'er and returned the salute, looked at Yu Qingqiu's face, and saw that her face turned dark gray, and hurriedly said: "This benefactor, the poisoning is not light!." ”

He stroked Yu Qingqiu's pulse, and a mysterious qi surged in his body, rushing around, "Hey, why is there a mysterious qi hidden in the main body of the donor?"

"Don't hide it, on the way, we met a master in this temple, and it was he who temporarily suppressed the spread of the toxin, and was able to save my brother's life. Yi'er said: "He said that his senior brother is the presiding officer of this Bodhi Temple, let us come to the temple to find the presiding officer for help." ”

"Oh, it turned out that my junior brother temporarily protected his heart for him, and I said how to have a mysterious qi wandering around. The white-robed monk said.

"It turns out that you are the senior brother of the master! Yi'er smiled with tears in her eyes.

The white-robed monk bowed slightly, bowed his head to him and said, "Amitabha, saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, please bring this son to the temple, and the old man should meditate and treat him." ”

After saying that, the two turned around and walked towards the depths of the temple.

But Zhuo Yifan walked along the path to the north of Bodhi Temple. As he walked, he muttered: Hmph, you want me to become a monk, you really dare to think, how is it possible? I think the temple is short of people to carry water, chop wood, and pour urine buckets, and they want to trick me into entering, but there is no door. I haven't enjoyed enough of this fancy world, with so much wine, food, and beautiful women.

As he spoke, he still swallowed saliva from time to time, not knowing whether he was attracted by the wine and food, or coveted the beauty of beautiful women.

Before leaving the small city, Zhuo Yifan heard that there is a very interesting ancient city in the north of the Bodhi Temple, although there is a big road to go from the Bodhi Temple to the ancient city, and you can eat well and live well. But with such good conditions, he didn't dare to pass from the main road, because there were a few notices for the competition to find treasures, and this was all to blame on the young man in white, those notices had their own portraits, and he was alone at this time, and it was not very fun to be recognized.

As soon as Zhuo Yifan thought of this, he was so angry that the roots of his teeth itched, and he didn't cause trouble like he did at home, he was still chased everywhere, and he was almost beaten. But fortunately, those troublesome people were finally freed. Especially the young man in white, who gave him the most headache, and now that he finally got rid of him and gained the freedom and purity that he had not seen for a long time, he was still secretly a little happy.

After a period of hurrying, Zhuo Yifan's horse was exhausted, and it was obvious that the horse's gait was very slow, and it was much thinner than when he first came out of home. Stroking its neck, Zhuo Yifan was full of compassion, he could no longer bear to ride it, but he had some remaining distance to be led by him.

Zhuo Yifan said to himself as he walked: Horse, horse, I also know that you are hard. Bear with me, and when you get to the city, I will find you the best family, and I don't want you to wander away with me anymore......