Chapter 558: Not Worth It
The young novice's painful look infected the meat-and-potatoes monk as well.
The fair-weather monk's face turned red, and the sweat on his head was like beads: "Mr. Ye, please, look at it again."
Ye Ao shook his head: "Look at it ten times or a hundred times, and the result is the same."
"Old Master, his body was already in a state of deficiencies, and he suffered from backlash, which triggered a series of consequences."
"My medical skills are indeed good, but I am not the King of Hell after all!"
We can't let Ye Ao cross out the old master's name in the book of life and death, right?
According to the words of the old master.
Time is also fate.
This is what fate is, and no one can stop it.
"No, it's impossible..."
The fair-weather monk was so shocked that he took two steps back and pressed his back against the wall.
The young novice monk also felt as if he was mourning for his concubine, his mouth was moving and he was frozen in place.
Looking at the appearance of the two of them, Ye Ao couldn't bear it.
In fact, when he took his pulse just now, Ye Ao also discovered something else.
But looking at the appearance of the two of them, they couldn't afford to suffer any other blows.
So Ye Ao didn't say anything.
Looking at the bed, the old master was sleeping.
Ye Ao guessed that the master probably didn't want them to know either.
"Okay, you should prepare early."
"There is very little I can do. I can only try to keep the old master alive and try to keep him awake before he leaves."
"Explain what needs to be explained and do what needs to be done."
Ye Ao put down his words and turned his head.
Ye Ao is not a person who believes in fate.
Even if everyone arrives at the Hall of the King of Hell, Ye Ao still has to go down and fight for people from the King of Hell.
But this time, Ye Ao had no choice.
The master's health was not good and he wanted to die.
Ye Ao can heal people but not the heart!
After Ye Ao left the room.
The fair-weather monk and the young novice monk were still immersed in the huge blow and could not recover for a long time.
Ye Ao took advantage of this time to cook some medicine.
These are all things that fill life.
Before letting the old master leave, he can stay awake for a certain period of time.
The concoction was ready in a short time. When Ye Ao went upstairs, he heard voices coming from inside the house.
"Master, I know I was wrong." The fair-weather monk's voice was very low.
Apparently he had cried a lot.
The little novice was sobbing and speechless.
"It's my fault." The old master sighed and drooped his eyes: "If he hadn't done it to help me bear the curse, it wouldn't have been like this."
At first, the meat-and-potatoes monk began to break his precepts just to help the old master share the curse.
Originally, the fair-weather monk thought he could resist the temptation.
But some things are like Pandora's box.
Once it is opened, there is absolutely no way to control it.
The drunkard monk has been on the road to breaking the precepts and can never look back!
"Master..." The fair-weather monk felt an indescribable grievance and sadness.
Tears welled up quickly.
"Stop crying, I can only accompany you on this last journey."
"If you keep crying, everyone will be in a bad mood."
The old master was a little tired and his voice became quieter and quieter.
Seeing that the master was about to fall asleep, Ye Ao immediately opened the door and walked in with the concoction.
Saw Ye Ao's figure.
The wine-meat monk and the young novice monk stood up quickly and said to Ye Ao: "Mr. Ye, please..."
"Let the master take the medicine. Before leaving, explain everything that needs to be explained, and go on the road with peace of mind."
Ye Ao raised his hand and interrupted the two of them.
"Is there really nothing we can do?" the fair-weather monk asked painfully.
In fact, when he asked this question, he already knew the answer in his heart.
It's just that I won't be able to accept it for a while.
Ye Ao signaled the little novice monk to help the master up and feed him the medicine bowl.
The fair-weather monk was so sad that his hands and feet were trembling, and he couldn't move at all.
After drinking the medicine, the master slowly woke up.
His face gradually returned to rosy.
"Nonsense, remember what I say now."
"There are as many people as there are people who practice the Tao, and there are only as few as a handful of people who have attained the Tao."
"If you can't stick to something, it just means you're going the wrong way."
The old master held the meat-and-wine monk's hand with a kind look on his face.
The meat-and-wine monk felt his head pounding, his lips trembled and he didn't know what to say.
But the old master had already turned his head and looked at the little novice monk.
"Stick to your original intention and cut off the six roots."
"The future of the temple depends on you."
The old master only said two brief words to the little novice monk.
The young look down upon the old.
After the young novice was brought back to the temple, he showed various excellent qualities.
Tenacity and forbearance.
In the future, as long as we persist on the same path, we will achieve great things.
The old master's only regret is that he no longer has the longevity to witness this incident.
After both of them gave instructions.
The old master's physical strength was also almost exhausted.
He waved his hand and signaled the fair-weather monk to come forward: "You have broken many precepts these days."
"After I die, these backlashes will come back to you."
"Master and apprentice, let me fulfill my last wish today."
The voice fell.
The old master held the hand of the fair-weather monk, and suddenly it glowed with golden light!
The fair-weather monk's eyes widened, and he immediately knew what the master wanted to do.
His lips trembled, trying to retreat: "Master, no! Don't!"
But.
The old master's hand was so strong that the fair-weather monk couldn't break free.
He could only watch helplessly as the golden light gradually disappeared from the master's body and into the body of the meat-and-wine monk.
As the golden light dissipated.
The old master's body began to lose weight at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At the end.
The old master was like dry wood, sitting cross-legged on the bed with a kind look on his face.
"Condolences."
Ye Ao said calmly.
"master!"
"No, master..."
The young novice monk and the fair-weather monk cried bitterly.
For a long time, although the old master did not show up often.
But it is already their backbone.
Now, the backbone is gone, and the two of them have become orphans.
Seeing the kind-hearted look on his master's face, the fair-weather monk could no longer hold his nerve.
He knelt on the ground and kowtowed violently to the old master's body.
"Master, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
"It's because I can't control my greed and I have to break the precept."
"It was me who caused you to use your life's merit to protect me, a stinky person, before you died!"
"I don't deserve it!"
One cry after another.
Like a wild beast that has lost its loved ones, it stands on the top of the mountain and mourns.
The fair-weather monk unknowingly knocked his head to the point of bleeding without even realizing it.
The little novice monk also looked at the old master with tears in his eyes.
After half a while.
As if he had made up his mind, the little novice stood up slowly with tears in his eyes.
He held the old master's body and put it in a good position.
"The master has passed away. According to the rules of the temple, he should be brought back to the temple for placement."
"Everyone, little monk, go first."
The little novice's voice was hoarse.
After all kinds of setbacks, the old master's body was lifted up lightly by him.
This chapter has been completed!