Chapter 2253

"Benefactor, this way, please." I don't know if the old monk didn't have a good impression of Pockmarked Li. He deliberately interrupted him, or if he was in a hurry, he suddenly stopped and opened his sleeve to point to a tree lined path.

As soon as I stepped forward, the old monk stopped all the people of Pockmarked Li and others: "please wait for a moment, benefactor. My master said that I saw only one benefactor."

"That can't be done, master, we are together!" Li Mazi argued. As if for fear that others don't believe it, he said with his lapel in his hand, "family, we are a family."

"Please forgive me, benefactor!" The old monk bowed and said politely, but no longer accommodating.

When Pockmarked Li saw that there was really no way, he had to stop and said to me, "little brother, we will wait for you here. You can go at ease."

What does it mean to go at ease?

How can this sound so awkward.

Then he added, "don't worry, I'll take care of the new moon and Fanfan for you!"

"What do you say? Dead pockmarks! " Xia Qin gave him a push.

I also don't bother to quarrel with him, walking forward, while charging: "you must not go far, I will come back soon."

Zhang Yaowu said that the mystery of my life experience is likely to find an answer in Baima temple. Although I can't figure out what it is for the time being, I believe it more when I think of the illusion I saw in the hall and the inexplicable behavior of the old monk.

After killing two of my twelve disciples in succession, they should not dare to do it again easily. Moreover, this is a forbidden area of Buddhism that is not open to tourists inside Baima temple. It's not easy for them to catch up here. Needless to say, the nine shadow guards with whom Huang is a follower, the old monk alone may be able to catch up with the killer to drink a pot.

Of course, if the old monk and his master want to see me there, there will be no harm to me.

First of all, I'm sure it's not the land of Longquan villa.

Otherwise, Zhang Yaowu will not point me here.

Secondly, judging from the age of the old monk, he should not be a twelve disciple.

Although I still can't find out their real identity, from the information Lena transferred to me, it can be seen that the God of death cultivates twelve disciples almost at the same time, and they are all the little orphans he deliberately created. Those who had been killed before were about the same age, all in their forties. But judging from the age of the old monk and his position in the temple, he is also unlikely to be one of the hidden disciples of the God of death.

It is based on these points that I dare to let pockmarks Li stay here and enter alone.

Walk along the tree lined path for forty or fifty meters, turn left and a small pond appears in front of you.

The pond is not too big. It's half the size of a football field. In the middle of it, there is a small island with a radius of five or six meters. There is a shabby thatched house on the island.

A green bamboo is far from the shore to the island, and seven or eight big white geese are around singing.

I have a look around. Besides, it's full of dense woodland. It doesn't look like anyone. It seems that the old monk's master should live in a thatched hut?

Now I stepped on the green bamboo and came to the island. I saluted to the bamboo gate with a fist: "I don't know which master would like to invite you."

"Amitabha!" There was an old and powerful Buddha's name coming from the hut. Then the door of the hut opened wide. The man called out, "please give me a talk."

"Thank you very much, master." I bowed and walked into the room.

There are no desks and chairs in the hut. In the middle of the hut, there are half dead old wooden piles, and there is a shabby round dandelion on one side.

There was an old monk with a withered face and white hair. The monk's robe had been worn for many years. It was like a rag. It had rotted out dozens of holes, big and small. The body inside was as thin as wood, but it was shining like bronze.

"Benefactor, please!" He reached for me and made a gesture to ask for a seat.

I thank you again for sitting down.

"May I have your name, benefactor Zhang?" The old monk asked.

"Yes." I nodded.

"Can there be a Lin in the name?"

"Yes." I nodded again.

"Then do you know why I asked you to come?"

"I don't know. Please let me know." I replied respectfully.

The old monk pointed to the stump in front of him and said: "the bodhi tree is broken, and a leaf seals the stump. It's been eighty years! Now it's finally cracked. I knew you were here at last. "

I am even more surprised by his statement.

Eighty years?

Eighty years ago, my grandfather was about the same size as fan fan.

How do you know there will be a person named Zhang with a Lin in his name coming here?

The old monk looked at the stake as if he was recalling the past and talking to himself. He also said to me, "eighty years ago, I was a little monk, and I was appointed by my master to serve my grandmaster Kong.""At that time, the pond was much wider than it is now. You have to go and come by boat. As soon as I stepped on the island with my bowl, the waves surged and the spring tide surged in all directions. All the fish and shrimps jumped out of the water and nodded their heads. I'm surprised to find that there's already one more person on the island. "

"A robed Taoist, covered in mud, went straight under the bodhi tree with his hands on his back."

"I've been under the tree. After half a month's inaction, Master Kong suddenly opened his eyes and walked out to salute the Taoist deeply. I can see clearly that he used the salute of worshiping the Buddha disciple."

"The Taoist shook his sleeves and asked with a smile," are you aware of emptiness? "

"The patriarch shook his head in shame:" the monk is stupid. "The Taoist asked again," how can you not understand? "

"My grandfather thought hard for a long time, so he had to answer honestly," I don't know. "

"The Taoist laughed and pointed to the bodhi tree and said:" does Bodhi's Enlightenment come from the tree? I don't know if I'm just a fool after emptiness. The great misfortune will come to Lin to save the world. A leaf is sealed and Zhang Ziqi picks up. " With these words, he disappeared from the sky. The fish and shrimps in the pond sank to the bottom of the water again. A peach leaf came from the air and landed in the founder's hand. "

"At that time, I was completely stunned by this scene. It seemed to be true or unreal. When I wake up and have a look, my grandmaster is still dazed at the peach leaves. I can't even call him

"My grandfather thought about the peach leaf for more than 100 days. Suddenly, in a snowy evening, with a long roar, he broke the bodhi tree and pressed the peach leaf on the stump. He told me," wait here for a person whose surname is Zhang, with the word Lin in his name. When he comes, the Buddha statue in the hall will smile, and the stump will also explode and let him take it away What's in it, you'll be successful. '"

"So I've been here for eighty years, and now you're here!"