Chapter 991

Niu Gulu and Du Kang were in a good mood for a moment. He stood up and bowed to his feet and said, "I'd like to thank Master an first. If you have master an's words, let alone 300000 spirit stones, I'd like to give it to master an for free

"Ha ha."

An Su Dong sneered, "there is no promise in the world that can be worth the immediate interests. Take it. My words count."

"Mr. an, why don't you stay at Niu Gulu's tonight? I'll..."

"Thank you for your kindness. I have something else to go first."

"To master an."

Niu Gulu said respectfully.

An Sudong said nothing more and left directly.

After leaving Niu Gulu's home, he flew out of Hua'an directly. It can't be said that there was no harvest in Hua'an. At least he got his mother's clue.

He took a night's rest in the mountains. After checking the map, he found that the death swamp was very far away from here, and he had to pass through the vast Gobi desert. During that time, he had to pass through 17 provinces and cities.

I don't want so much. Seeing the dawn, an Sudong put away his map and set off.

He planned to rest in Liuxia province. After flying for two days, he finally saw the outline of Liuxia city.

Instead of flying in directly, he stopped at a place near the city, took a passing truck to the city, and then found a hotel to stay.

In the evening, an Sudong suddenly felt the breath of several practitioners.

A provincial capital city, according to reason, practitioners will not fly around so blatantly, the only possibility is that what attracts them.

Thinking of this, an Sudong went out of the window.

With a few breath all the way, I saw a few people sneaking into an abandoned temple.

At this time, an old monk was sitting in the main hall of the temple, and there was a young monk beside him.

In the face of six unexpected guests, the two monks were very calm.

The old monk, in particular, is still chanting scriptures.

The little monk looked at the visitors curiously and gave them a Buddhist gift.

"Old bald ass, give me what you have in your hand."

A middle-aged woman in nightwear came out with a concave and convex figure, but her face was covered by a layer of black gauze. She couldn't see clearly. Her voice was cold and sharp.

The old monk still chants scriptures.

"Elder sister, I don't think the old bald donkey will hand over that thing. It's better to kill the little monk together and let's find it slowly." A black faced man grinned grimly.

"We haven't got what Heifeng Liusha wants. I advise you not to be practical. In the end, it will not only harm your own life, but also the life of the little bald donkey around you." Cried another man dressed as a white faced scholar.

"Good!"

A Buddha's name is like thunder, the old monk slowly opened his eyes, "a few benefactors, the sea of suffering is endless, looking back is an end."

"Fart!"

A short man vomited a mouthful and said angrily, "Shao te, you have only two ways to go today. Either we will send you to the Buddha or hand over the relic. We will let you go."

"Master, why did they rob our relic all the way?" The little monk was obviously suffering. He was puzzled, but he was not timid.

"There are six desires in life, among which greed is the most terrible."

The old monk touched the little monk's head and said with a smile, "do you remember what I said to you?"

"Master said," I want to return to the secular. " Little monk Qingcui said.

"Just remember. We Buddhists don't care about external things, but we can't give them to others."

The old monk stood up. It began to rain, but his back was upright. He stood in front of the young monk like a mountain. He put his hands together, but his eyes looked at the sky vaguely. "It's raining. My grandfather once said that I can't live 70 years. I didn't believe it when I was a teacher, but now I believe it."

"Old bald ass, what are you doing here?" The middle-aged woman was obviously impatient.

"Amitabha."

The old monk said with a faint smile: "the old monk is educating the young monk. Since the benefactor is determined to kill me, why do you care to wait for a moment?"

"Old monk, are you stunned? If you don't hand over the sariki today, let alone you, your apprentice will die. What's the difference between educating him or not? " The last masked man chattered.

"Old monk, I've also made a divination. The old monk will die today, but the young monk can't. After returning to the secular life, he can be a carefree man." The old monk said faintly.

"Master, what is a free man?" Asked the little monk.

"A carefree person is a carefree person. He is not burdened by worldly affairs, blinded by hatred, happy, honest and disciplined, old and dead, or the law of heaven and earth." The old monk's voice is rolling.

In the distance, an Sudong was amazed. He thought that the old monk's tone was so big that he didn't understand the law of heaven and earth.

"Oh." The little monk nodded cleverly, not knowing.

"Come on, get out of here. There's a forest behind. There's your nobleman." The old monk was full of momentum and said, "remember, if you are a teacher, a Bodhi in your heart will naturally give birth to Bodhi. If you can't practice Zen in the future, it will be more beneficial."

"Presumptuous!"

When the middle-aged woman saw that the little monk was about to run away, she was instantly angry, "start, kill the two bald donkeys, and the sariki is on them."

"Master."

"Run

The old monk finally said a faint word, and then the Buddha's Dharma was born behind the whole person. The thousand handed Avalokitesvara photographed the six people flying in.

The little monk may listen to the old monk's words most often, but he didn't look back and began to run towards the small trees.

An Sudong frowned slightly. He was just behind the woods. Did the old monk find himself?

Shouldn't it be that the six people who were intercepted were monks in Yuanying period, and the old monk was just in the middle of Yuanying period. It's impossible to find out the flavor of the monks in Yixu period.

He was a little surprised by the mystery of Buddhism.

But in the end, an Sudong clearly remembered the old monk's words that made his disciples return to the secular world and practice Buddhism skills. He felt that this was farting. The monk still had to break through the difficulties in practicing Buddhism skills, let alone the little monk who returned to the secular world.

Moreover, an Sudong observed the little monk, and he stumbled all the way, without any accomplishments at all.

He ignored the little monk for the time being, staring at the battle circle, and did not want to help.

There are too many injustice in the world for him to manage.

The old monk was outnumbered. At last, the middle-aged woman smashed the Dantian and left him alone.

"Ah..."

The little monk ran down and even forgot his sadness. He bumped into an Sudong. He felt dizzy, covered his head and squatted on the ground.

"A little girl?"

Seeing the little monk sitting on the ground, an Sudong was surprised to find that the little monk was a fake. He should actually be called a little nun.