At night, the moonlight is cold and bright, spreading like silver frost, illuminating the whole sky and earth with a holy light.

It was late at night and the suburbs of a certain city were very quiet. Only a three-story orphanage near the highway still had scattered lights on. Apparently there were still people who were not asleep.

A ray of snowy moonlight shone through the half-closed curtains of the orphanage, reflecting on the old rose-patterned floor tiles, and also reflected on a child's face.

This is a little boy of five or six years old. He has a very delicate appearance, his long eyelashes are blinking slightly, and he is still in a deep sleep.

There is a huge white chalk portrait on the floor. It is very awkward and curved, but it can be seen that it looks like a gentle woman. The thin body of the little boy is wearing a white pajamas, lying curled up.

On the floor tiles, the position where his body was curled up was clearly in the arms of the woman painted in chalk.

"Gululu..."

At this moment, his stomach growled unsatisfactorily, as if he was complaining that his little master always made him hungry. The little boy's eyebrows also wrinkled slightly, but he was still in a dream.

, did not wake up.

Buzz buzz...

At this moment, a crystal light ball the size of a fist suddenly flashed out of the little boy's body, emitting traces of warm platinum light, slowly penetrating into his body, and the little boy's slightly frowned brows relaxed again.

, showed a sweet smile, shook his body slightly, and fell into a deep sleep again.

But after doing this, the strange crystal ball of light trembled again and disappeared from the little boy's body, as if it had never appeared.

As the crystal ball of light disappeared, the scene that he had dreamed of many times reappeared in the little boy's dream. A young monk with beautiful features wearing tattered cassocks stepped barefoot on a piece of mysterious land that was uncertain of disillusionment.

On top of the blue stones, I walked leisurely and leisurely, walking very slowly, without any trace of fireworks.

This young monk is dressed like a secular beggar monk begging on the street, but his eyes are shining with kindness, and his face is smiling. There is no dignity at all, only kindness. It seems to be kindness, courage, confidence, joy, etc.

The incarnation of all good things.

Although wearing tattered cassocks, this young monk gives people a lotus-like feeling, independent of the dirty world, like a true wise man walking in the world.

And under its feet, the dark blue stone is also very extraordinary. Although it is just a phantom, it seems to be a holy object from the ancient times of Hongmeng, shining with many illusory images, as if all the creatures in the heavens and the world are there.

The past life, present life, and next life are all in it.

With a peaceful smile on his face, the young monk sang a melodious Zen song, which echoed in the void: "All living beings in the mortal world are resentful, and I am free in the world. I have cut off all thoughts of good and evil in my three lives, and the fire of red lotus karma will not touch my body. I will know the heaven when I am born."

With the earth, the prehistoric times are calamity after calamity..."

Rumble.....

At this moment, a huge thunder suddenly sounded, and then a gust of cold wind blew in through the half-closed window. It started to rain at some point.

Apparently frightened by the thunder, the little boy's body trembled subconsciously, and then his pure and flawless eyes opened, looking at the sudden heavy rain outside the window in panic.

The thunder roared continuously, and the heavy rain covered the sky and the earth. The whole world was covered with heavy rain. The little boy hurriedly closed the window. Through the orchid-colored glass, there was a trace of gloom and sadness on his face, as if he had something on his mind.

In the sky, thousands of thunderbolts were winding like dragons and snakes, making loud noises, whirling between heaven and earth. However, in this vast rainy night, there was a golden light suddenly shooting out. The speed was simply shocking.

"call out!"

Like a misty golden phantom, this golden light suddenly appeared in front of the three-story building where the little boy was, showing the form of an old monk. The old monk was surrounded by a golden Buddha light and large raindrops.

There is no way to invade his body at all. He is wearing an earthy yellow cassock, holding a string of wooden rotten rosary beads in his hand, his two white eyebrows are drooping, but his eyes are full of joy at this moment.

"Buddha's radiance is so perfect! Hahaha... I didn't expect that on this planet full of desires, there would be such a good seedling to practice Buddhism! It is said that geniuses who can reach the buddha's radiance are so rare in the Emperor Planet for thousands of years, even in the legend

I'm afraid there aren't many such beautiful and talented people in this ancient continent, right?" With various thoughts flashing in his mind, the old monk took a step forward and arrived at the little boy's house as if teleporting.

"Ah! You are..."

An old monk suddenly appeared out of thin air in the room, and the little boy shouted subconsciously. The childish voice echoed, but the strangeness was not conveyed at all.

Obviously he had already known that this would be the result. The kind-hearted old monk looked at the little boy with a faint smile. His old voice revealed a sense of seeing through the world of mortals: "Little donor, don't be afraid. I am a god. What is your name?"

"What? Grandpa, are you a god? It's so weird. Why are you different from the gods in the pictures? You have a bare head. Well, my name is Xiao Ke." Feeling that the old monk did not have the slightest malice, the little boy was surprised.

It soon became quiet.

Looking into Xiao Ke's pure eyes, old monk Fu Jing Fubo couldn't help but feel ripples in his heart again, and the smile on his face became even stronger.

"Hahaha... Innocent heart! What a pure breath. This little guy seems to be leaking endless spiritual energy. This kind of planet that lacks spiritual power can actually have such a rare seedling. It seems that I

The mantle of the disciple has been established." Thinking this in his heart, the old monk showed what he thought was the most peaceful smile on his face.

After pondering for a moment, the old monk clasped his hands together and pronounced the Buddha's name with a smile: "Little donor, I see that you have extraordinary talents and extraordinary bones. I wonder if you are willing to enter my Buddhist door, understand the true meaning of Buddhism, and achieve the supreme Buddha status.

As carefree as a fairy?"

While he was talking, he gently used the Buddhist power in his body, and golden lotuses appeared from his body, wrapping around his body several times, transforming into infinite Buddha light. Bursts of Buddhist chants faintly came out of his body, like drums at dusk and bells in the morning, and dragons chanting.

The presentation is perfect.

Sure enough, the old monk's deliberate showoff had a huge effect. Xiao Ke's eyes showed shock and envy, and he was obviously very moved. However, he still seemed to be hesitant and had difficulty making up his mind. Finally, he mustered up the courage to say, "

This old man, if he becomes a god, he will not go hungry or be bullied by children?"

There was longing in his pure eyes, and Xiao Ke's somewhat pitiful words made the old monk feel distressed. He glanced at the chalk drawing of the woman on the ground, and then said with great kindness, "My child, come with me, you will never be here again."

You will no longer be hungry and bullied, and if you practice Buddhism seriously, you will be able to see your parents in the future. Even if they pass away, it is not impossible to resurrect them."

"What? Grandpa, you said... I... If I practice hard with you and become a god, can I meet my parents? Xiao Ke has been an orphan since he was a child. The dean said that it was a kind person who left the trash can on the roadside.

I picked it up on the side..." As if he was struck by a thunderbolt in his heart, Xiao Ke's breathing suddenly became rapid, his face turned red, he couldn't believe his ears, and then he murmured

The way.

With a faint smile, the old monk nodded affirmatively, then stretched out a skinny palm and said softly, "Little guy, come with me to understand the true meaning of Buddhism. All your wishes can be fulfilled by me, the Buddha."

Come true for you..."

When the old monk said these words, he was full of charisma, but in Xiao Ke's eyes, this image became the most profound image in his heart.

"Yes! Grandpa, Xiao Ke is willing to become a god with you!" After receiving such a positive answer from the other party, Xiao Ke's childish tone became firmer than ever before.

"Okay, okay... let's go!" The old monk's eyes were full of smiles, and he grabbed Xiao Ke's hand with his skinny palm, and immediately there was a warm Buddha's light surrounding his body.

"call out!"

The figure was like a misty golden phantom, and the figures of the old monk and Xiao Ke had disappeared.

The thunder continued, but two haloes of light appeared strangely in the originally empty house. They shook slightly and then stopped, revealing two figures.

One of them is a middle-aged man with a ferocious face, wearing a large magic robe. On the magic robe, there are embroidered with all kinds of strange evil spirits and demons, as well as eighteen levels such as the Sword Mountain Hell, the Abi Hell, and the Tongue Pulling Hell.

Hell, there is an aura of domineering demonic power all over my body, where I dominate the world.

As for the other person, he was a young man with empty hands and an arrogant figure. His eyebrows were raised, showing his aloofness and coldness. Especially the aura on his body was like a sharp sword piercing the sky, and his aura was overwhelming.

"Tu Sanmo, we have been waiting for our benefactor's only son for six years. Now we have fulfilled our promise. It's time for me to go back to my Datongtian Sword House to have a look. Unfortunately, the fortune teller used the Qiankun Coin to divine fortune at the cost of his life.

After a link, a trace of the mist of fate was revealed. Just ask the two of me to wait for six years. The little benefactor will have his chance. Alas, such an excellent seedling, if he follows me to practice the Great Tongtian Sword, his achievements in the future will be unparalleled.

, that little bald donkey got a bargain!" The tall young man's face was gloomy, as if he was very dissatisfied.

The middle-aged man in the magic robe sneered lightly in his nostrils, and then said: "Gu Daopu, although your sword skills are many times better than that of the little bald donkey, how can you compare with my great power?"

Is it comparable to the magic skills? It's a pity that my little benefactor is born with a talent that is rare in cultivation. If he were given my teachings, he might have a chance to avenge his benefactor in the future, but he was discovered by the hypocritical Buddhist bald donkey.

Already."

It seemed that the revenge of slaying the three demons reminded Gu Daopu of something. His expression became a little gloomy, and he said with infinite sadness, "Hey! I think how amazing and talented my benefactor was back then, and he just made a record in that ancient continent.

It's so famous. What a pity, what a pity! If we didn't know that we can't make our little benefactor have the strength to take revenge, how could we place our hope on the divine calculation of the universe? Although Fairy Qingli is not dead, hey...

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"Okay, we have tried our best, I am back to Youlongtan..."

“See you later!”

“See you later!”
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