The sound of Hong Zhongda echoed in the air. The old monk's body shook and his fist suddenly stretched out. The tiger body that had already condensed was struggling in the air again. Then it turned into a phantom and dissipated in the air.
The old monk in gray shook his body again. The arrogant expression on his face suddenly changed. He waved his hand and dissipated the energy. Then he turned around and looked at the Buddhist monk who was solemn and precious. He clasped his hands together and uttered a Buddhist saying.
The original anger in his expression disappeared instantly, turning into the original solemn treasure face. He lowered his head slightly and stopped talking.
Ai Siyu saw this scene with deep eyes. His indifferent expression had not changed. His eyes looked at the solemn and precious Buddhist temple with strong curiosity. He knew in his heart that there must be an unshakable existence there.
When I thought of this, my heart beat a little bit. In Donglin Temple, there was only one person who could make the old monk in gray so afraid. That is the current host of Donglin Temple, Monk Naruto.
As the few people watched, the wide and thick stone door slowly opened. A figure walked out from it. The man was wearing a purple robe and holding a string of Bodhi beads the size of a thumb. His steps were a bit heavy, exuding a sense of dust and aura that was out of the world.
"My younger brother Ai Siyu met with Master Naruhito. I was so embarrassed that I would forgive you for your mistakes."
Ai Siyu stepped forward and said respectfully in the face of such a monk.
"I have no way to discipline my Buddhism. I have asked the donor to be wronged. I will definitely investigate this matter strictly. Regarding the matter of suppressing the demon bell, please let the donor move to the Sutra Pavilion. I will take it for the donor."
The old monk clasped his hands together and uttered a Buddha's words. He lowered his head slightly. His expression was still as calm as he could see no change.
"Senior Brother, how can you hand over the demon-squeezing bell to such a yellow-haired boy?"
But Ai Siyu had not responded yet. The old monk in gray robe rushed over quickly. His voice was full of horror. He would not have expected that the senior brother of the sect would hand over such valuable things to the young man.
"Junior Brother Dezhi, everything has its own arrangements. The Buddha has already explained it. We disciples follow the Buddha's will." The monk Deren still lowered his head slightly, and his hands were separated. He said this.
The old monk in gray robe saw Deren so determined, his jaw was moving and his lips were trying to say something. He couldn't say it for a moment, and his eyes turned and fell on the boy. Only then did he realize that the boy had just mentioned was not nonsense. A layer of surprise flashed in his eyes when he looked at the boy. What kind of identity does this boy have? He could ask the Buddha to handle this matter with his own hands. The Buddha knew the value of the demon-squeezing bell.
Now I lent this young boy who was just a teenager. It was enough to make me extremely surprised.
The two sweepers hiding in the distance were filled with panic in their expressions. Looking at the thin body, they were already extremely afraid. They thought of the troubles of their two men just now. They were filled with regret for a moment. They didn't know how to face the abbot's punishment.
"It's my master." Ai Siyu in the distance did not care about Yi Dezhi's obstruction. He stepped forward, put his hands together and put them in front of his chest. He walked straight toward Degen.
Naruhito didn't say much. He took Ai Siyu directly to the Sutra Pavilion. Looking at the ancient and respectful loft, Ai Siyu bowed his head devoutly and waited for Naruhito to get the demon-suppressing bell.
When a mysterious aura appeared in this space, Ai Siyu, who lowered his head slightly, slowly raised up. He knew that this mysterious aura was definitely emitted by the demon-suppressing bell.
The next moment, a mysterious black copper bell that was only about an inch in diameter and three inches high appeared in Ai Siyu's sight. The strange mysterious black exuded an indescribable sense of mystery. It looked like copper but not copper. It made people unable to tell what material it was floating in the air independently, causing the surrounding aura to jump violently.
On the ancient bell, look carefully. The somewhat blurred runes were vaguely visible. After staring for a long time, Ai Siyu discovered that the blurred runes were actually some ancient words.
When the eyes fell on the runes for a long time, Ai Siyu's thin body had long been tense. His originally pious face was full of fear. The runes appeared and disappeared in Ai Siyu's mind. There was a sense of déjà vu.
"It's the words in the ancient tomb." After a moment of dullness, Ai Siyu suddenly opened his roundness, suddenly realized and murmured in a deep voice.
These ancient runes were seen on the wall of the ancient tomb of the tomb of the gods. Now, when we meet again here, we naturally feel a sense of déjà vu.
"Hu..." The thin body trembled slightly, and she let out a dull breath. Such runes met again and again, but could not know the meaning it represented. They were like tempting fruits that deeply attracted Ai Siyu, but they made him unable to touch any part. This vague temptation made Ai Siyu even more itchy.
"Young man, take it and keep it safe. Don't make any mistakes."
The fingerprints in Naruhito's hand changed. The demon-suppressing bell that was floating in the air buzzed and rushed over. With endless mysterious aura, the runes were spinning and headed straight for Ai Siyu with great mystery.
"Senior, please rest assured. In half a month, I will return the jade to Zhao Zhao." Ai Siyu raised his big hand lightly. A clear stream appeared at his fingertips, tying the demon-suppressing bell. Under the trembling gaze of the old monk Zhide, he actually put the demon-suppressing bell into the space and gathered it.
"What a mysterious aura." Ai Siyu's fingertips changed and his handprints couldn't help but whisper. The moment he just came into contact with it, it seemed to touch life and death, and it made him in an indescribable mystery.
"Well. It seems that the ancestor's decision is quite meaningful. It's better to protect it." Dehuo Ren couldn't help but raise his sparse eyebrows when he saw Ai Siyu's face strange. Then a strange light flashed in his eyes.
"Please rest assured, senior, there will be no mistake." Ai Siyu showed a solemn expression on his face. He stepped forward and said respectfully.
"Hmph. It's something that's not dry. I dare to say such a big talk." De Zhi's face was already full of ashes by Ai Siyu's every move. Hearing Ai Siyu's promise, he couldn't bear the anger in his heart. He waved his sleeves with a big hand and sarcastic sentence with contempt.
"Everything will come true. The two seniors and boys still have some things to do. Whether they promised the two or senior Fahai, the younger generation will do it. They will definitely return the demon-suppressing bell to the fullest within half a month."
Ai Siyu was not willing to engage in more entanglements. He folded his hands together, lowered his waist slightly, and then spit out a response. He walked out.
"Okay. Siyu. I'm awesome again. It turns out that I've been prepared for a long time. No wonder it's so high-profile."
The two of them had just gone. Xiao Nuo looked contemptuous behind him. At this time, he knew why Ai Siyu was so confident. It turned out that he had already received the consent of the old guy Fahai.
ps: Brothers. Xiaoyu is back. He travels through Tibet. From Xining to Lhasa. He keeps taking a car, hiking, crossing the Kunlun Mountains, and crossing the Tanggula Pass. He meets too many good people. He sees too many good and evil. He loses a lot and becomes much darker. He almost dies at the Tanggula Pass. But I realize my dream for more than ten years. I am back. Brothers. Where are you?