Bold Evildoer, Poor Monk Fahai

Chapter 10 The heart is not old, the evil boy in the mountain

Jingle Bell!

The copper bells ring endlessly, ringing in the wild mountains and ridges, blending with the wailing of the crows in the forest, and it is even more terrifying.

The Tao Tong who was leading the way suddenly stopped.

"Dao Tong, what happened?"

The old-fashioned expression did not change, and his tone was calm and asked.

"Master, the disciple saw a Buddhist man."

"It must be a high monk."

Old Tao thought in his heart.

"I'm young, a few years older than me, and I'm born very well, with a dignified treasure, and a bit like a Buddhist master."

Dao Tong then told the old Dao what he saw.

"The people who have the courage to come to Montenegro at this time are either ignorant and unknowable, or those with real skills. Perhaps, the Buddhist disciple in your mouth is the one who came down to the mountain from the temple."

The veteran is knowledgeable and clear in one word.

"Master, do you want to go over and say hello? It's not easy to meet a fellow in this black mountain."

Dao Tong asked with discussing words, and the old Dao nodded slightly. Although his disciple had a good talent, he still needed a lot of hard work.

With the old Dao's answer, Dao Tong turned to Fahai to meditate.

"Infinite Heaven!"

The two came to Fahai's body, and at the same time chanted the Taoist number, bowing together.

Fahai opened his eyes and looked at the strange combination in front of him, "What's the matter with the two donors?"

The Tao Tong hadn't opened his six senses and didn't notice anything. The veteran eyes have been blind for decades, and the six senses have reached their peak.

The moment Fahai opened his eyes, he saw a sacred Buddha light that filled his eyes.

His heart was shocked. At such an age, he had cultivated a height and deep Dharma, which is really rare in the world.

Is this little monk the root of wisdom?

I don't know which treasure temple can receive such disciples.

"Pan Dao is a traveling Taoist priest and Dao Tong passing by here. Seeing the master sitting here alone, I came to pay a visit."

The blind old man smiled.

"The Taoist joked."

Fa Hai smiled humbly, the light of Buddha in his eyes flickered, and he looked at the two masters and disciples before him thoroughly. The old Dao's face is thin and thin, his back is crooked, of course, the majestic blood is the peak, Daoxing is not much weaker than him.

The old way is definitely called a master of cultivating.

Dao Tong Dao Xing is low, but it gives people a sense of ethereal and extremely comfortable.

"Don't hide from the Taoist leader, the poor monk came from a long distance, passing by here, and did not find a shelter, so he meditated on the spot."

Fahai smiled slightly, with strong confidence.

"Master, I know there is a place to shelter from the wind and rain not far away. If the master doesn't dislike it, he can walk with us."

Dao Tong said with a smile.

"I won't bother you."

"The master is joking. That barren house is a thing of no owner. Everyone can live there. How can I bother you?"

Fahai nodded and agreed.

It is to go down the mountain to experience the world, temper the mind of the Buddha, and comprehend the true meaning of the Buddhadharma. How can one be arrogant and ignorant, covering one's eyes?

Fahai stood up, grabbed the Qingtian Zen stick that was sticking to the side, the golden ring collided, and a hidden Buddha sang loudly.

Old Tao and Tao Tong looked surprised.

What a powerful magic weapon.

Fahai followed the old Taoist teacher and apprentice, and walked about two or three miles, and a dilapidated house appeared in front of him.

"Master, please come in."

Dao Tong is extremely respectful.

Fa Hai sneered speechlessly, the little Taoist greeted his master with a bamboo pole, and made an invitation gesture with the other hand, as if he were the owner of this broken house.

Tao Tong picked up firewood and lighted a bonfire.

Seeing Fahai’s curiosity, he quickly explained: “The master doesn’t know anything. Whenever it’s time, Montenegro will have heavy rain and freezing cold. There is a fire that can withstand the cold.”

Fa Hai nodded slightly, not paying attention, his current cultivation base did not invade the cold and heat.

The blind old man sits cross-legged and sits quietly.

Fahai leaned the Qingtian stick to the side, and also entered concentration meditation.

Unwilling to be lonely, Tao Tong walked around in the broken house, making movements from time to time.

Time has come.

Rumble!

A thunderbolt resounded across the world and stunned the crows in the mountains and forests. Purple thunder and lightning tore through the night sky, illuminating the mountains and forests brightly.

The downpour came as scheduled.

When the heavy rain fell, the temperature in the forest dropped slightly, giving people the feeling of a cold winter, bitterly cold.

Dao Tong was sitting in front of the fire and rubbing his hands vigorously. It was cold and unbearable.

"Master, today is much colder than before."

He turned his head to look at the old man and asked.

"Meditation."

"master……"

Dao Tong shouted helplessly.

At this moment, he found his master and Fahai looking outside the broken house together. Before he could figure out what was going on, a small figure stumbled into the ruined house.

Demon!

Fahai knew at a glance that he was not human.

The visitor saw that there were people in the broken house, and he was immediately stunned. After a while, he said timidly, "I, can I come in?"

Dao Tong glanced at his master, then looked at Fahai. Seeing that they had no objection, he said generously: "Come in, it's freezing outside, don't freeze you."

"Thanks, thank you."

"Boy, how about your grown-up? How come you come to this barren mountain and ridge alone, and don't go home in the middle of the night, are you tired of your life?"

Dao Tong caught the child in a row of bombs, and a hostile spirit appeared in the child's eyes.

"You kid, if I ask you something, why don't you say it."

The child sits in front of the fire, with his head buried deep between his legs. At first glance, it appears to be headless.

Fahai ignored it, so the little demon could be destroyed with just one hand.

Thinking of this, close your eyes and meditate.

The child laughed gloomily, very crippled. Dao Tong couldn't help but scolded, "What do you kid do with such a bad smile?"

"A blind man, a monk, and an incompetent guy, I didn't expect to be so lucky to come out today."

The child muttered, especially the majestic qi and blood emitted by Fahai, which made him salivate.

He feels he has a good food today.

Dao Tong couldn't help frowning and stretched out his hand to pull the child. The child suddenly raised his head, his face was flushed, and his grinning grin was creepy.

Damn it!

Dao Tong was startled and jumped a few meters away. His face was pale, and he couldn't say a word when pointing at the child.

The child slowly got up, twisted his body, and a three-hundred-sixty-degree rotating performance came to his head.

"you are not human?"

The child grinned, with the corners of his mouth grinning to the back of his ears, his mouth was so big that he was about to swallow Dao Tong in one mouthful.

Dao Tong looked stunned.

So fierce?

"Master, there are monsters!"

Dao Tong let out a tragic howl.

The child smiled gloomily, "He and the monk have already been under my Ecstasy and can't wake up."

Dao Tong was taken aback, feeling unbelievable.

He didn't know Fahai's Taoism, but his master's ability was clear. Even a thousand-year-old demon can be settled, how can he fall into this little demon's ecstasy?

But Lao Dao and Fa Hai are like old monks entering Ding. Dao Tong only treats children as saying the truth, and said in a panic: "I, I kindly invite you to come in to shelter from the rain. Why are you doing this to me?"

Before he finished his words, he only felt that his eyes were dark, so fast.

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