"Master."
Gu Han felt that it was necessary to clarify this issue, "I really have no fate with Buddha. You see, this little bald man and I... Well, this is the first time I have met the little master, and it is also the first time with you.
This is the first time we met, where did the fate come from?"
I really want to talk about it.
He felt that he and the devil were closely connected.
Jinyin, Qianye, Gu Tian, ​​Witch... and Yu Miao, who is the young leader of the Demon Cult, all have an unusually deep relationship with him.
"This is fate."
The old monk smiled kindly and pointed at the bodhi seed.
"..."
Gu Han was speechless.
He felt that this master's attainments in fishing were even higher than his cultivation.
"Grandmaster."
He was a little unconvinced.
"If I give you something in exchange, will my fate be broken?"
"No."
The old monk shook his head.
"When this thing comes into the hands of the donor, it is tainted with the donor's Qi. This is the origin. Whether it is returned or not, the donor has formed a predestined relationship with me, the Buddha."
"..."
Gu Han was stunned!
How else can it be explained this way?
Glancing at the bodhi seed in his hand, he regretted it endlessly.
Why can't I control my hands?
"Grandmaster!"
He had a sad look on his face.
"Junior admires me!"
He felt that he had underestimated the old monk. His skill in talking was ten times better than his skill in fishing!
Think about it.
He still hasn't returned the bodhi seed.
It's rare for me to be so enthusiastic and eager to get married to me. Why don't you give me face?
"Grandmaster."
"Junior...are you leaving?"
He really didn't dare to stay any longer.
He was worried that after a while, with the old monk's words, he could be fooled into shaving him on the spot!
"The donor will leave as he pleases."
The old monk clasped his hands together without any intention of leaving anyone alone.
"Thank you, Master, for the gift."
"We are destined to meet again... ahem, farewell, farewell!"
Gu Han almost said something right, but he quickly stopped talking, cupped his hands, and moved away in an instant.
"Master."
Unintentionally, I had some doubts.
"Why should you give a treasure like the Bodhi Seed to him casually? Moreover, this donor does not seem to be a Buddhist believer..."
"He has murderous intent towards you, but has no murderous intention."
The old monk sighed.<
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"My hands are bloody, but my heart is kind and righteous. That's enough."
Wu Xin said nothing.
Just a little bit unconvinced.
If I let it out, he will definitely not be able to beat me.
"That's all."
The old monk sighed.
"Come with me."
As he spoke, he flicked his monk's clothes, and the traces of the master and the disciple disappeared in an instant. When they reappeared, they were in front of a clean, solemn, simple and atmospheric ancient temple. The sky above the ancient temple was covered with heavy Buddha lights, and the shadow of a celestial dragon flashed past.
, there are two rows of bodhi trees planted in the temple. The green bodhi trees sway in the wind, and the sound of chanting sutras can be heard faintly.
In the middle of the main hall.
The Buddha's golden body is majestic, and more than a hundred monks are here silently reciting scriptures.
The old monk didn't look at them either.
But he took Wu Xin directly to the back hill of the ancient temple.
In front of a hut.
Two monks stood quietly, one was middle-aged, with a solemn face, and the other was a young man, wearing white monk robes, with an aura that was beyond the pale. Three people were lying not far away, with no breath at all, and their faces were the same as ordinary people, but
The eyebrows and back are slightly bulging, which looks a bit weird.
"senior."
Seeing the old monk, the two monks quickly joined their hands and bowed.
The old monk's origins were mysterious and his seniority was extremely high. Naturally, the two of them did not dare to be disrespectful in the slightest.
"Huiren."
Wu Xin said hello to the young monk.
"meet again."
Seeing Wu Xin, who was stained with blood and was ridiculous but very innocent and kind, a hint of fear flashed in Huiren's eyes, and he nodded slightly but did not speak.
"senior."
The middle-aged monk was a little puzzled.
"This is the third batch in the past six months. Just like before, they killed themselves before I could ask. They still used that divine power. Even I couldn't stop them... These people are all in the extraordinary realm.
Cultivation, the divine essence is of little use to them, so why do they have to come here again and again to die?"
"well."
The old monk sighed softly.
"Chaos is coming."
"From today on."
He glanced deep into the back mountain.
"I will guard this place."
"Thank you, senior."
"Wuxin, come with me."
The old monk said again, "From now on, you are not allowed to leave my side for half a step."
To be continued...