Otherworldly Merchant

“Master, this way, please.” I don't know if the old monk had a bad impression of Li Mazi, deliberately interrupted his words, or he was already in a hurry, suddenly stood on his feet and opened his sleeves to point at a tree-lined trail.

As soon as I stepped forward, the old monk stopped Li Mazi and others: “Please wait for a moment. The Master Yan clearly saw only this host. ”

“I can't do that, Master. We're together!” Li Mazi argued. Fearing that he might not believe it, he grabbed his coat and explained: "Family, we are a family. ”

“Please forgive me!” The old monk bowed down and said it was polite, but no longer accommodating in any way.

At first sight, Li Mazi had no choice but to do something. He said to me: "Brother, we'll wait for you here. Don't worry. ”

What do you mean, don't worry?

That doesn't sound so weird.

He added, “Don't worry, I'll take care of the New Moon and Van! ”

“What are you talking about? Dead Asako!” Xia Qin pushed him.

I was too lazy to argue with him. I walked forward and said, “Don't go too far. I'll be right back. ”

Zhang Yaowu said that the mystery of my life is likely to find an answer in the White Horse Temple, although I still can't figure out what the hell is going on, but it reminds me of the visions I saw in the hall, and this old monk's unnamed behavior makes me even more convinced.

The twelve disciples who hunted me after they were killed in succession should not dare to do it any more easily. And this is a Buddha's entrance area that is not open to tourists inside the White Horse Temple. It's not easy for them to chase it here. Needless to say, the Yellowbird is behind the shadowy nine movie guards. This old monk alone is probably enough to chase in a pot of killer.

Of course, provided that the old monk and the master there wanted to see me, I had no ill will.

First of all, I can be sure that this is definitely not the site of Longquan Hills.

Otherwise, Zhang Yiuwu wouldn't have pointed me here.

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

Although I still can't figure out their true identities, from the information Lena forwarded to me, Reaper raised the twelve disciples at almost the same time, and they were all little orphans he had deliberately created. The people killed earlier were about the same age, all around the age of forty. But from the age of the old monk and his place in the temple, it is also absolutely unlikely that he is one of the hidden apostles of death.

It is precisely because of these points that I dare to let Li Mazi stay here and go in alone.

Follow the shady path for 450 metres and a small pond appears in front of you one left.

A small pond, half the size of a football field, is being built in the middle of which is a five- or six-metre-square island with a dilapidated thatch house.

A green bamboo leads from shore to the island, and seventy-eight large white geese surround each side with singing.

I looked around, other than that, it's all lush woodland, and it doesn't look like anyone else. It looks like the master that the old monk said should be living in a thatched house?

Now stepping on the green bamboo to the island, he fisted at the bamboo gate and said: “I don't know which master would like to invite you. ”

“Amitabha Buddha!” An old and ambitious Buddha came out of the hut, and the door opened wide, and the man called: "Please give the Lord a full account. ”

“Thank you, master.” I bowed down and stepped into the house.

There are no tables and chairs in the grass house, and there are half-dead stumps of old wood left in the middle, with a dilapidated round futon.

On the opposite futon sits an old monk with a dead face, white hair like frost. The monk's robe on him doesn't know how many years he's been wearing it. It's been like a rag. It rots out a dozen holes, big and small. The body inside is lean and bones like wood, but the path shines like bronze.

“Master, please!” He stretched his hand at me more than he did at a sitting gesture.

I thanked you again for sitting down.

“Can the benefactor have a name?” The old monk asked.

“Yes.” I nodded.

“Can there be a Lin character in the first name? ”

“Yes.” I nodded again.

“Do you know why I invited you here? ”

“I don't know, but please make it clear to the master.” I respectfully answer.

The old monk pointed to the tree stake in front of him: “The Bodhi tree is broken and the leaf seals the stake. Eighty years! Now finally, a crack is blown up. I knew you'd finally come. ”

He said that I was even stranger.

Eighty years?

Eighty years ago, my grandfather was almost as old as Van Van.

How did you know there would be a man with the name Zhang and Lin here?

The old monk fixed his eyes on the stake, seemed to recall the past talking to himself, and said to himself as if he had deceived me: “Eighty years ago, I was still a little Sami, appointed by the master to serve the master of the emperor here. ”

“At that time, the pond was much bigger than it is now, and we had to sail to and from. As soon as I stepped onto the island with a bowl, the waves swept and the tide swept, and all the fish and shrimp jumped out of the water and nodded and nodded. I was just wondering, and I realized there was already one more person on the island. ”

“A man in a dirty robe walked backwards under the Bodhi tree with his hands behind his back. ”

“Constantly beneath the tree, after half a month of immobilization, the Emperor suddenly opened his eyes and quickly walked out to give a deep gift to the man. I can see clearly that he used it as a salute to the Buddha's disciples. ”

“The man shook his sleeve and asked with a smile: 'Empty, do you understand? ’ ”

“The ancestor shook his head with some shame: ‘The boy is dull’, and the man asked: 'Do you know how not to understand? ”

“Grandmaster thought hard for half a day and had to answer honestly:“ The kid doesn't know. ”

“The man smiled, pointing to the Bodhi tree: ‘Is the Bodhi enlightenment tree? Without knowing the emptiness, the great earthquake will come to the rescue of Lin. One leaf seals the pile and picks it up.’ After these words, he disappeared. The pond of fish shrimp sank to the bottom of the water, and a leaf of peaches floated in the middle of the sky, falling straight into the hands of the grandmaster. ”

“At the time, this scene stunned me so much, it seemed so unreal, so fantastic. When I woke up the divine child, my grandmaster was still stunned at Peach Leaf, and I didn't care what I called him. ”

“The ancestor pondered on that peach leaf for more than a hundred days, suddenly on a snowy evening, he snapped the Bodhi tree in reverse, pressed the peach leaf against the stake, told me, ‘You wait here for a man with the name Zhang, the name Lin, when he comes, the Buddha statue in the hall will open his lips with a laugh, the stake will also burst open, let him take what is inside, you will be full of merit. ’ ”

“So here I am, waiting for 80 years, and now you're finally here! ”