I Was Supposed To Slay the Dragon and Started To Cultivate Immortals Unexpectedly

Imperial Capital, next to the intersection of Wangfujing Food Street.

"This shopkeeper," the tall, long-bearded old monk folded his hands together, "this amulet is just for peace of mind. Buyers and sellers are yours, and the old monk really doesn't care, but..."

The old monk turned to look at a middle-aged woman in a simple white gown in the corner of the crowd. The woman had sallow skin, deep wrinkles on her face, and her cheeks were a little red from the cold wind.

"Donor, although the poor monk doesn't know what's wrong with your son," the old monk looked at the middle-aged woman, "but no matter what kind of disease it is, you should go to a doctor. People, amulets can't cure disease."

"But Master, the doctor told me that my son has been cured, and I have no choice..." The middle-aged woman showed a pleading expression, "I have money, I have sold my house, and I bought this amulet. If you can afford it, let me try it!"

"Monk, have you seen it?" The shop owner surnamed Kong snorted coldly, "It's not that I'm forcing people to buy it, but that people really want to pray for their children!"

"Amitabha," the monk sighed, turned his head to look at the middle-aged woman, with a sad expression on his face, "the old monk can understand that you can't bear your child to leave, but this birth, old age, sickness and death is something that must be experienced in the world, and how can it be a talisman? Forget it?"

"Hey, I said monk, did you come here specifically to find fault with me?" The face of the shopkeeper surnamed Kong became more and more ugly.

"The shopkeeper, you said that your amulet can be auspicious in death, and turn into good fortune in the event of misfortune, right?" The monk looked at the shopkeeper.

"The so-called Buddha Dharma, if you believe in it, you have it, if you don't believe it, you don't have it, and if you don't believe in it, you will have a spirit." The owner of the shop surnamed Kong looked disdainful, "I wear this amulet, a good man, a believer, and a woman wearing it, and the bodhisattva will protect it. If you don’t believe in the Buddhadharma, don’t respect the Buddha, don’t worship the Buddha, and wear a monk robe like you but have no reverence for the Buddhadharma, then it’s useless to wear ten.”

Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqian surrounded the crowd and saw the old monk's drooping palm with his broad robe clenched violently. .

"Do you believe in Buddhism yourself, the shopkeeper?" the old monk asked kindly, as if he was not angry at the shopkeeper's insult to him just now.

"Me? I'm a free monk. I have been practicing meditation and worshiping Buddha for more than 30 years. I have never eaten a mouthful of meat, never had a single delusional thought, and never thought of disrespecting Buddha. Do you think I believe in Buddha?"

"The implication is that this amulet is useful to you, the shopkeeper?" the old monk asked again.

"Of course it is useful, not only for me, but also useful for all people who believe in Buddha and worship Buddha!"

"Can you ask the shopkeeper to put it on now?"

The shopkeeper surnamed Kong was holding an amulet in his hand. In front of the crowd of onlookers, he put it on his neck without thinking: "What else do you want to say, old monk?"

"Does the owner really think this amulet can protect you?" the old monk confirmed.

"Of course it can be protected!" The owner of the shop surnamed Kong looked proud and confident, as if he believed that the amulet around his neck really had magic power.

The old monk shook his head: "But the old monk said it couldn't keep you."

After he finished speaking, the old monk stepped forward with his left foot in the old monk's shoe and pressed it directly in front of the shopkeeper. He punched the shopkeeper's face with a backhand. The big fist smashed the rich shopkeeper to the ground at once. , You can see the old monk's solid forearm muscles as he rolls the wide sleeved robe.

"The shopkeeper," the old monk looked down at the shopkeeper who was stunned by the beating on the ground, and half of his face was quickly swollen, "your catastrophe has been fulfilled, can this amulet protect you?"

"Li... Li dares to hit Len, Wo, Wo will sue you, Wo will call the police!" The shopkeeper was lying on the ground, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, half of his face was red and swollen, and he couldn't speak clearly.

"Master, let's go, you will be detained if you beat someone!" a young voice in the crowd reminded.

"It doesn't matter, since the old monk beat someone, the old monk should also bear the corresponding legal responsibility." The old monk lowered his head and looked at the shop owner, "If the shop owner wants to call the police, he can report it now. Remind the owner of one thing..."

The old monk took out an ID card and put it in front of the shop owner: "The old monk is out of 90 this year. According to the relevant laws, although the old monk will be punished by 'detention', it only records and does not actually execute the detention."

"You? Ninety-seven?" The owner stared at the date of birth on his ID card.

"Ninety-seven? Master is ninety-seven? If it weren't for these beards, my master would be fifty-seven!"

"Oh, look at this skill, this waist, this spirit, it's not an exaggeration to say that the master is forty-seven!"

"Nonsense, how can a person of forty-seven have such a good body?"

As the old monk revealed his age, the crowd surrounding him and the shopkeeper exploded, and people's attention was suddenly shifted to a more important point.

"You...you, count me unlucky, I won't report the police! You hurry up!" The shopkeeper struggled to get up.

"How can that be done? If you break the law, you should be punished." The old monk shook his head and took out an old Nokia mobile phone. "Since the shop owner doesn't want to call the police, the old monk can only turn himself in."

He pressed the button a few times, and then connected after two beeps. The old monk put the phone to his ear and told the phone that he had just hit someone, and now he turned himself in.

Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqing, who were holding kraft paper bags at the outermost edge of the crowd, looked at each other and read the surprise in each other's eyes.

"Just now, wasn't it..."

Su Xiaoqian was a little uncertain.

"Definitely." Lu Mingfei nodded simply, with a very confident tone.

The old monk had just finished reporting his address and hung up the phone, when the middle-aged woman plopped down and knelt in front of him.

"Master! Please save my son!"

"Donor, what are you doing? Get up, get up, the poor monk is just a monk who eats fast and recites sutras. He can't afford such a big gift!" The old monk quickly put away his mobile phone and stepped forward to help the woman.

"Master, you let me kneel... eh!" No one could see what the master did except Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqing. The onlookers only saw that the master held the woman's elbow with her hand, and then the woman immediately walked away from her. Stand up on the ground.

"Hey, why did I stand up?" The woman was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, she grabbed the old monk's arm, her expression became more and more urgent, "You are a true master, I beg you, please save my son , you are ninety-seven and still so young, you must have a way to save my son!"

There is no causal connection between being in good health at an old age and being able to cure diseases and save people, but for a woman whose son is seriously ill and desperate enough to believe in amulet, the fact that she is still in good health at the age of 97 is no longer a life-saving straw, at least Gotta be a lifeline.

"Hey... so, please tell the old monk which hospital your son is in now, donor, and go there when the old monk comes out of the police station, but you can't guarantee anything..."

"Thank you master, thank you master!"

The woman couldn't stop thanking him, and the shopkeeper's face turned blue and white.

Lu Mingfei stood outside the crowd, hesitated for a moment, and let out a little breath.

The old monk surrounded by the crowd was stunned for a moment, then turned to look in Lu Mingfei's direction, his heart skipped a beat - is there a major repair of Luo Han Guo?

His eyes crossed the crowd and landed on the handsome young man holding a large bag of snacks on the outermost periphery, and the old monk was shocked.

Really an arahant? And it's the kind of Arahant with an extremely solid foundation and an unfathomable aura... No, this person is obviously a Daoist Qi machine, so he should be called a ghost.

There is such a young ghost? The old monk felt that his worldview had been impacted. He started cultivating at the age of 70, and it has been almost 30 years. He is still stuck in front of the Arhat Fruit. It has actually achieved the realm of Taoist ghosts and immortals equivalent to Buddhist Arahants!

Fortunately, he was past the age when he was disturbed by mundane thoughts. Even if he saw such a young talent, he was only slightly shocked, and his mood quickly calmed down.

After releasing some of his own aura, Lu Mingfei saw the old monk in the crowd looking at him, and then the old monk showed the aura of a whirlwind state.

Sure enough, the inheritance of that world is not only the scriptures that have successfully reached this world, but other inheritances have also entered by luck. It seems that he has now met a monk who has received the Buddhist inheritance.

Confirmed, gay.

Lu Mingfei and the old monk looked at each other. Although it was the first time they met, they seemed to understand each other's meaning tacitly.

The old monk accepted the address left by the woman and walked towards Lu Mingfei. The crowd in the middle naturally separated, and most of them looked at the old monk with surprise and awe.

"Amitabha," the old monk bowed his hand to Lu Mingfei, and gave a Taoist salute, "Old monk Yuankong, I have met two Taoist friends."

"I have seen the master." Lu Mingfei folded his hands together and made a Buddha salute.

"I have seen the master." Su Xiaoqian followed Lu Mingfei to salute.

When Yuankong was a young monk, it was a customary habit between Buddhism and Taoism in his area—monks bowed hands when they saw Taoists, and Taoists bowed when they saw monks, which meant mutual respect.

It's just the change of time, the emergence of Taoist monks and monks who keep the old rituals, and the death of death. Most Taoists now see monks not doing the namaste, and they are ashamed, and Buddhists don’t even bow hands when they see Taoists. After all, now that Buddhism is prosperous, their natural psychology wants to turn against the guests. Who wants to respect the relatively declining ones? Taoism.

Most of the people who still abide by this old habit are old practitioners over the age of 80.

Lu Mingfei actually didn't understand this habit. He was only in his twenties when he was full. Basically, a modern monk is a shaved monk who is older than him. No one told him the rules of a hundred years ago. The reason for giving Buddha rites is that the old monk greeted him in a Taoist way, and he was just paying homage to him.

Although he is not a Taoist in this world, but the Book of Heaven is the supreme inheritance of Taoism in that world, and he can be regarded as a descendant of Taoism.

When the people around saw the master suddenly salute a young man, they were basically at a loss, and they couldn't figure out what was going on.

"The old monk's Buddhist teachings are sparse, and his cultivation is shallow, so he cannot be called a master," the old monk shook his head, "I didn't expect to meet fellow Daoists in the imperial capital this time. It's a strange cause and effect. Unfortunately, the old monk just turned himself in. Now the police car should be I’m almost there, I’m afraid I won’t have time to chat with fellow Taoists, if you have time, you can come here to find me, and the old monk will stay here for nearly half a month.”

Taking a note handed over by the old monk, Lu Mingfei thought for a while, and escaped a tissue with the name of the hotel that had been in the hotel before: "Master, look for the address on the tissue and come here. Hotel, and then tell the front desk to find Lu Mingfei."

Taking the tissue that Lu Mingfei handed over, Yuankong suddenly realized something very important.

This fellow Daoist...he is a ghost immortal now!

Daoist ghosts and Buddhist arhats are essentially a realm. In this realm, because of the rapid growth of mind and soul, many demonic thoughts can't help but become more and more unrestrained in character. It's all about what you like. The key is But their preferences can change at any time, and most of them are moody.

Hmm... a person who acts according to his preferences, but his preferences are free and uncertain, and there are also Taoist ghosts who may be moody...

Suddenly he didn't want to go.

Lu Mingfei chatted with Yuankong a few more times, but he was surrounded by ordinary people, and many things could only be vaguely touched once or twice.

With the sound of sirens passing through the building and the street, the police car finally appeared at the end of the street, and then drove over and stopped on the side of the road. The two policemen got out of the car and began to ask questions.

"Amitabha, the old monk should go," Yuankong bowed to Lu Mingfei again, "If there is fate, the old monk and fellow Taoists will meet again."

After saying this, the old monk took the initiative to walk to the police. After a few words of conversation, he obediently followed the police into the police car and was taken away.

Only Lu Mingfei was left there to be puzzled—we have also exchanged addresses and contact information. What is meant by destined to meet again?

…

The next day, in the morning, outside the Black Stone Station.

"Hey, you said that if we just went to the old monk like this, there won't be any problems, right?" Su Xiaoqian confirmed with some anxiety.

"Don't worry, there shouldn't be any problem," Lu Mingfei said, "I still believe in that master's character."

In fact, he did not believe in masters, but in the vision of selecting people for Buddhist heritage treasures in that world.

As the hope of the whole Buddhism in another world, Buddha treasures will definitely not choose people who are the most treacherous and evil people. It is a well-deserved reputation.

Moreover, Buddhist practice has very high requirements on state of mind and mind. If a cultivator is deficient in character, even if he has a very high talent in cultivation, and is familiar with the scriptures and Buddhist principles, he will still progress slowly when cultivating Buddhist practice, because he only Knowing Buddhist principles and Dharma, and reciting Buddhist scriptures, they have not really cultivated the bright, mighty and still water-like state of mind that Buddhist monks should have.

So Lu Mingfei can be sure that since Yuankong was selected by the Buddhist heritage, he is unlikely to be a bad person - unless he is blackened after being selected.

However, compared to looking for Yuankong according to the address, there is still a bigger problem before Lu Mingfei.

Standing at the entrance of Heishitou Subway Station, Lu Mingfei's mouth twitched, and he whispered, "Should I say that it is the imperial capital, or is it really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, there are all kinds of things..."

"What's wrong? Why are you standing here stupidly? Why don't you go in quickly?" Su Xiaoqian urged. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

When he was still in the preparatory class in Kassel, Lu Mingfei once went to Shennongjia in order to find the incomplete part of Si Ming.

There, Lu Mingze offered to make a deal with him for the first time, and then gave him a dragon text that could find and invade the Nibelungen.

Now, he has entered the state of heart, and his consciousness is much stronger than that at the time, so...

"Would you be surprised if I told you there was actually a Nibelung in front of it?"

Lu Mingfei asked Su Xiaoqian.

Su Xiaoqian: ? ? ?

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