The Green Gourd Sword Fairy

　　 "Amitabha!"

In the ruined temple, the old monk whispered the Buddha's horn, and the rotten wooden door was pushed open again. I saw Ah-Dai dressed in black and stepped in from the night outside the door, and the Tsing Yi swordsman also hugged him at this moment. Holding the broken knife, stood silently aside.

　　 "You know me, who am I?"

　　 Dumb stared at the eyes of the old monk, and asked word by word.

After listening to Ah Dui’s question, the rosary in the old monk’s hand turned more anxiously, his lips opened and closed, and he chanted a few words of the unintelligible scripture quickly. In the end, he seemed to have made up his mind and put the rosary in his hand. Putting it down, then sighed heavily, and answered the wrong question:

　　 "Causal reincarnation, there is a way of heaven in the underworld, and the Buddha is compassionate. If I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell!"

　　 Ah-Dai frowned, but he hadn't spoken yet, but the Tsing Yi swordsman behind him rushed in front of him and said anxiously: "Old monk, what are you going to do? Now the enemy is now, don't do stupid things!"

"Ha ha!"

　　The old monk smiled gently, then raised his head again and looked at dumb again. It's just that his eyes at the moment are full of compassion and sympathy.

　　 "Amitabha Buddha, good cause and effect reincarnation, the old monk's fate was obtained from the donor, and today he will surely perish by the donor, good is good!"

The old monk said that he put his right hand into his sleeve, and after a moment he took out a palm-sized jade plate, and saw that the jade plate was crystal clear and bright, and there were some tadpole-sized words engraved on it, but the distance was too far, and I couldn’t see clearly. .

　　At this time, the old monk smiled slightly and said: "The donor will take a step forward and hold the jade card together with the old monk."

　　 "Old monk, you can figure it out clearly!" Seeing this, the swordsman in Tsing Yi couldn't help asking one last time.

　　 However, the old monk was unmoved. He didn't even bother to answer this time. He just stared at Dumb calmly, as if he was staring at his own destiny.

　　 Dumb's heart moved, and a faint impulse arose. Without even thinking about it, he took a step forward and decisively stretched out his right hand to hold the jade card with the old monk.

　　 At this time, he saw that the jade plate was clearly written in five tadpole-like characters: "Fohaidao Shanfu".

　　 Boom!

　　 As soon as Ah-Dai stretched out his hand to hold the jade medallion, a dazzling golden light suddenly appeared from the whole body of the old monk. This golden light layered upon each other, setting off the old monk like the living Buddha and the dignity of the treasure.

　　 "Amitabha!"

　　The old monk sang another Buddha's name among the golden light. The next moment, he saw the golden light all over his body, all turned into a flowing water, and finally poured into the jade tiles. And there was a rapid tremor on the jade card, and after a while, a piece of cyan energy was actually born, and it was continuously injected into Ah-Dai's hands.

　　 Dui only felt that his hands were hot, and suddenly a gentle Taoist spiritual power poured into his body, and this Taoist spiritual power was extremely familiar, and it gave him a feeling that he was originally a part of his body.

　　 This constant flow of Taoist spiritual power, if it falls into the eyes of ordinary Taoist monks, it will naturally be a great opportunity. It's just that Ah'Dai has a special physique now, and he can't practice Taoist techniques at all, so naturally he can't accommodate these Taoist spiritual powers.

　　 Just when he was about to speak to stop him, the spiritual power that poured into his body did not converge on his dantian, but spontaneously spread out, rushing toward the eight meridians in his body.

　　 Dumb's lips just opened, and he stopped. He could feel that this Taoist spiritual power was repeatedly scouring his odd meridians and eight meridians, dredging the meridians in his body more broadly, and polished more tenaciously.

　　 At the same time, his lower abdomen was slightly hot, and the internal force accumulated in his body, like rivers and lakes, was tossing up, and it faintly became thicker than before.

　　 At this moment, I don’t know the intention of the old monk. He immediately sat down cross-legged without saying a word, silently accepting the baptism of this spiritual power.

　　 The old monk watched him sit down cross-legs, a smile of relief appeared on his face, and the golden light on his body became more dazzling. And with the passing of these golden lights, the old monk's original ruddy face gradually showed a trace of oldness, and in just a moment, several wrinkles appeared on his face.

The Tsing Yi Swordsman on the side of 　　 couldn't help but change his face when he saw this place. The passing of these golden lights seemed to be overdrawing the life of the old monk. In other words, the monk is using his life to help the man in front of him restore his memory.

"Old monk, I can only help you here..." The old monk looked at the man in front of him with a pity on his face, and muttered: "The way forward, please also ask the teacher... .......Donor.............. Take care all the way!"

　　............

　　 After sitting, I forgot the time, and seemed to think of some things, but they weren't very real. But there is a story about a little monk, which seems to have just happened.

　　 "Master, Master, I have called you a hundred times, Master, you will accept me as a disciple!" Amidst the dazzling white light, a seven or eight-year-old boy was following him, playing with joy.

　　............

The boy tore off a chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth like a hungry tiger. At the same time, he said vaguely: "You saved me, and you are my master. I have no father and no mother since I was a child. You are my dearest. People!" The boy said seriously, looking at him.

　　............

　　 The time flies, the boy became a teenager, but he shaved his head and jammed himself in a ruined temple.

　　 "Master, you said that you don't accept Taoist disciples. Now I have entered a temple and become a monk, Taoist monk. This is always justified, you will be my master!" The bald boy said, pulling his arm.

　　............

　　 "Master, do you think my trick makes it right?" In the courtyard, the bald boy looked to him hopefully, as if he wanted his own compliment.

　　...

　　 "Master, why are you still not old after so many years?" The fifteen-year-old monk followed behind him and asked very suspiciously.

　　............

"Please don't go! I will never call you a master again~www.ltnovel.com~ Never learn this exercise again, I just ask you not to go... "

　　 The picture freezes in the final scene. In the end, he still left the bald boy, but why did he leave at the time? Dumb tried to think about it, but still couldn't remember anything.............

　　 At this time, the Tsing Yi Swordsman was holding a broken knife, looking at everything in front of him indifferently.

How long has 　　 passed? Tsing Yi Swordsman thought, who knows, it's probably three days and three nights.

　　 Time seems to have lost its meaning here, and the two sitting cross-legged relative to each other always maintain such a posture. It's just that the golden light on the old monk no longer remains, and his originally ruddy cheeks are now shriveled and shriveled, and the whole person is like a candle in the wind, which seems to be extinguished at any time.

　　 "Is it worth it?" Tsing Yi Swordsman suddenly asked.

"Ha ha......"

A voice squeezed from the old monk's throat. He didn't answer the Tsing Yi Swordsman's plan at all, but finally glanced at the dumb who didn't realize it. There was a deep reluctance and attachment in his eyes, but in the end he closed slowly. Both eyes fell to the ground.

"Ugh........"

　　 Tsing Yi Swordsman looked at the old monk who had run out of oil, and sighed softly: "Red dust is rolling, life is like a dream, maybe each has its own destiny..."

　　 As soon as he finished speaking, there was a strange laugh from the forest:

　　 "Jie Jie! Well said, all beings in the world have their own fate. The fate of the old bald donkey is dead today, what about you, Daxia Yang?"