Chapter 1928

In a remote mountain village in the Buddhist world, there is a random grave on the back mountain of the village, which is the bone burial place of the villagers' ancestors. This day is not a sacrifice day, but an unusual old monk came.

The old monk was skinny, but he was very quick. He knelt quietly in front of two graves full of grass and did not speak for a long time. If you turn to the front of him, you can see that he is already in tears. His lips moved gently and quickly, not knowing what they were murmuring.

A urchin came to Houshan to play. He found him and ran back to tell the adults.

So soon the whole village knew that there was a strange old monk who was kneeling down in the cemetery of the back mountain to worship their ancestors. I didn't know which family he belonged to“ Those two graves have been around for some years. I heard that someone wanted to remove them because they were in the way. I didn't expect that something strange happened. No one dared to touch them any more. " An old man in the village made such a comment after hearing about it.

"Well, it seems that they are the descendants of those two strange graves, but I've heard my grandfather talk about them. Why are they still alive?" Another Lao Tzu was confused and confused.

"Just go and have a look." The young villagers were happy with their work, and they directly took a group of people to see the excitement.

The thin old monk knelt down in front of the grave for a long time and pulled out the weeds one by one. He pulled them out very carefully and leveled them with his hands. He did it very carefully.

If it was not for the descendants of the tomb, it would not have been possible. So the old man in the village went over and asked about his origin. For those who respect their ancestors, the villagers are very fond of them.

"The grave is my parents. My name is Dashan, Kuai Dashan. Is there anyone surnamed Kuai in the village?" The thin monk finally spoke, his voice as hoarse as two weathered stones rubbing against each other.

"Kuai? Never heard of it. There is no surname Kuai in the village. " The old man shook his head suspiciously. Even he had heard of it. How long has it been? How could this man be from the village?

"Old man, I'm a monk. I forgot the date. It should have been a long time ago." Kuai Dashan shakes his head calmly and goes on weeding. He can no longer feel the blood of his relatives, but he knows that this is his parents' grave. They have been waiting for his only son in silence.

Today, they have finally arrived, perhaps for hundreds of millions of years, but this concern has not changed. He could feel his parents' unwillingness, because there were two indomitable wills in the grave. Until he appeared, he still pointed to the sky and rushed to the sky. He practiced in his lifetime, but his parents opened another form of cultivation in the way of will after his death.

But he knew that they could not be awakened at the moment, their will was too strong, and it would be bad for them if they were forced to awaken. But to know that they may still be alive is the greatest good news for him. Nothing is more fortunate than that.

Although the old man was suspicious of his words, he was moved by his piety in clearing weeds for the wasteland, so he said nothing more. These two graves are indeed old. No one can tell how long they are.

It's been a long time. It's said that someone once saw them desolate and wanted to move them away, but something very strange happened. No one dared to move them later. So it's said that they didn't dare to fight them again. Two wasteland graves, one large and one small, have become the most special existence of this cemetery. Today, we finally welcome their descendants, which is not a bad thing.

More and more villagers gathered to watch and talk.

The skinny old monk didn't care at all. He didn't pat the mud off his hands and straighten up until he cleaned up the two wasteland graves. He looked around, bowed to the villagers, and then sat in front of the grave, motionless.

"If something strange has happened!" In a flash, a fat monk in a big red cassock suddenly appeared in front of him. He was full of wine and his face was full of flesh. He looked at the old monk fiercely and said, "quick, what's the relationship between you and these two demon graves?"

He came very suddenly and fiercely. It seemed that he was not good at it. Many of the villagers are young and strong. They usually have some strength, but they can only give up in front of the Buddha, who is obviously a major overhaul. They dare not stop them at all. Moreover, they have to hide as far as they can, for fear that they will be affected.

The skinny old monk sat there indifferently. He was so thin and weak that he couldn't beat a wild dog. He didn't know whether he didn't hear the fat monk's words or just ignored him.

However, no matter what the situation is, something must happen next. The villagers all hold their breath and watch from a distance.

"You old man, dare to ignore the Buddha. I don't think you're tired of living!" The fat monk couldn't get over his face. He was furious and yelled at the skinny old monk. The big palm of the Pu fan slapped him. This way is the biggest shame to the elderly.

Whoa!

Just as the big hand of the fat monk's PU fan was about to slap the old monk's face, a stream of blue smoke suddenly came out of the grave on the left, condensed into a strange bunch, and stabbed the fat monk's palm straight through.

To tell you the truth, the fat monk's strength is not weak, especially when he is practicing Vajra, which makes his body almost hot and cold. However, it is very strange that he was pierced by a stream of smoke.

"Mom and Dad, you still have children in your heart. If children are unfilial, they deserve to die!" The thin old monk was stunned at first, and then he knelt down heavily in front of the grave, sobbing with excitement.

It's impossible to say that his parents didn't resent him. After all, he was too heartless in those years, but he was the flesh of his parents' heart after all. If his parents hated him again, they would feel soft after seeing him. No matter what he looks like, he will always be a child in the eyes of his parents.

When he was bullied by the fat monk, his parents instinctively defended him. At this moment, he has confirmed that his parents inadvertently repaired the corpse, and he has achieved great success, and his strength is quite good.

In the eyes of the old monk, the fat monk is as worthless as a mole ant, but he doesn't want to start at the moment. He wants to regain the love of his parents. He enjoys the feeling of being cared for.

"Ah, damn it, you all damn it, Buddha will give you a pass!" The fat monk became angry and broke down. His red cassock was full of violence and looked terrible.

"Hum!" A cold hum came out of the grave. It was creepy.

Then two green smoke shot out, like two sharp arrows, fiercely stabbing into the fat monk's eyes. With a wave of his big hand, the fat monk scattered the two green smoke. At the same time, he clawed forward and grasped the old monk.