After drinking three ladles, Xu Sheng was already drunk. He felt that the wine had entered his stomach and intestines, burning like fire. His whole body was burning, and there was also some pain and itching, but he didn't feel very uncomfortable. Instead, he felt comfortable all over.
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The old blind man took the wine jar by himself and drank five jars in a row without making a sound. In terms of drinking volume alone, he was more than three times as much as Xu Sheng, but his expression remained unchanged and he kept drinking.
Unbearable!
Xu Sheng felt like his whole body was on fire, and there was a stream of heat in his body, as if it was about to spurt out. At this moment, he did not care about his manners, pulled off his outer coat, and threw it casually on the clay sculpture of "Emperor Zhenwu"
On the statue.
"Come again, come again." The fat monk's face had already turned red, and he kept shouting and drinking while intoxicated. The amount of wine he drank was probably as much as that of the old blind man, but he was not as calm. This can also be seen from the old blind man's drinking capacity.
In fact, it's even better.
Three altars again!
It is really unimaginable that the old blind man could have so much space in his thin body and shriveled belly.
"Come again, come again." The fat monk shook his head and shouted loudly.
"You are already drunk."
The old blind man put down the wine jar, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said calmly: "You appeared inexplicably and brought us here again, not just for drinking? Tell me, what is your purpose?"
"Purpose?!" the fat monk said to himself, and then smiled.
Purpose!
When Xu Sheng heard this, he was shocked and he suddenly sobered up. He had just been drinking, but he had completely let down his guard. He was really careless. Fortunately, there was an old blind man.
From beginning to end, the old blind man remained vigilant.
"Can I hear your purpose? Or rather, what is the purpose of your trip?" the fat monk said with a smile.
"Of course I'm treating his injuries." The old blind man whispered, and the "he" in his mouth was obviously Xu Sheng.
"Yes, the injury should indeed be treated. He is a dying person, and you have been using your cultivation to help him breathe. Now you are not going to die soon. After you die, he will undoubtedly die. You are not willing to see it
He died just like that."
"Yes." The old blind man nodded, and then said: "He still has a mission to complete, how could he die halfway?"
"Mission? How about changing the word and calling it destiny?" The fat monk looked solemn, thought for a moment, and said, "I don't believe it."
"I didn't believe it before, but now I have to believe it. If you don't believe it, there is no hope." The old blind man sighed, "You will probably stop me."
"Of course, my master once left a last word that one day someone will take the 'Root of Cangshan Mountain' and ask me to sacrifice my life to protect it. I think that person is you. Apart from the 'Treasure of Cangshan Mountain', I can't think of anything else in this world."
There are other things that can... 'reverse life and death'."
"You understand that I don't need to waste any words. In other words, you must stop me?"
"It's obvious." The fat monk changed his smile, turned into a fierce one, and said in a deep voice: "That thing in Cangshan not only has the miraculous effect of 'life and death, flesh and white bones', but it is also related to the life and death of thousands of creatures. How can I exchange his life for it?"
Ordinary people will be killed? Since I am guarding here, I must guard it to the end."
"Foolish!" the old blind man shouted angrily: "If he can really fulfill his destiny, then there will be thousands of lives saved!"
"The Destined Man is a legend after all. Who can be sure that it is true? But there is no doubt that the thing on Cangshan Mountain was accidentally lost and thousands of living beings died. The poor monk is not a great Buddha. He can only take care of the present and will not use the lives of ordinary people.
, to bet on a mythical rumor."
"Can't you tell with your cultivation that he is the 'Destined One'?" the old blind man asked sternly.
"It's just that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth that has been exhausted for a long time has become more active around him. Can we conclude that he is the 'Destined One'?" The fat monk asked back: "When did a senior virtuous man like you become so arbitrary? And even
I can see how extraordinary he is, but how many people in this world can notice it? Is the destiny of a person so straightforwardly revealed to the public?"
The old blind man was speechless. What the fat monk said was exactly what he had doubts about, and he could not answer.
"You are just gambling. You are gambling with the lives of thousands of creatures in Cangshan Mountain." The fat monk had lost his composure, his expression was solemn, and his drunken state had disappeared.
"Because I drank your wine, I'm asking for the last time: Are you trying to block me?"
"must"
"Okay." The old blind man stood up instantly, pulled out the strings from his back, and said in a deep voice: "You should know that you are no match for me."
"How can you know if you don't give it a try?" The fat monk first took out the wooden fish from his arms, then took off his monk's clothes and shook off a string of Buddhist beads from his wrist. He just stood still, holding the wooden fish in one hand and twisting the beads in the other.
He put on a good posture and his momentum grew spontaneously.
"Snapped!"
There seemed to be a sensation in the sky, and a burst of thunder appeared out of thin air. There are heavy rains in midsummer, and this moment is the precursor of the rainstorm.
The old blind man and the fat monk faced each other, refusing to give in to each other, each condensing an aura.
"Snapped!"
There was another thunder explosion, and Xu Sheng felt extremely hot.
"Go out and fight to the death." The fat monk glared angrily.
"That's what I meant." The old blind man responded in a deep voice.
"Wait a minute" Xu Sheng wanted to stop him, but how could the two of them listen?
"Brush! Brush!"
Two rays of light and shadow flashed by, and the two of them rushed out of the temple and were outside.
"My Buddha is compassionate." The fat monk said this, but there was no trace of mercy on his face. Instead, he had angry eyes and a cold eyebrow.
"Noisy" the old blind man moved, as fast as a stream of light, and as powerful as a thunderbolt. The strings shook, and clouds came from all directions, causing shocks in the surrounding areas.
At this moment, the sky was about to rain, and the strings of the harp were like swords. The old blind man stepped forward, the strings of the harp pierced straight, the void trembled, and the energy of the sword was flowing horizontally.
"King Ming, don't move!" The fat monk shouted loudly, exerted force on his lower body, clasped his hands together, and closed his eyes suddenly. Visible to the naked eye, the Buddha beads rotated, and a layer of golden light rose in front of him!
"boom!"
The sword energy was like a rainbow, unstoppable. In an instant, the sword energy collided with the golden light, making a violent sound and setting off thousands of air waves.
"Wait a minute...ah!"
Xu Sheng, who was watching from a distance, was knocked to the ground in an instant. He wanted to stop it, but couldn't.
"Song of Changfeng Wanli" The old blind man's eyes were focused, he stepped back sideways, the strings shook out, made a stroke in the air, and then struck out with his backhand
The long wind sobbed, as if in a sad song, and the sword energy was powerful, turning into an air blade.
"Moveless as a mountain" the fat monk was still on the defensive, or in other words, the old blind man didn't give him a chance to attack at all!
The strings are cold and sharp and unstoppable. In the hands of the old blind man, the thin strings are the best sword, and he is the master of sword control!
"puff!"
The fat monk looked up to the sky and vomited blood. His body trembled, but he did not retreat at all.
"As strong as a rock, wisdom takes root in the earth." The fat monk gritted his teeth and shouted.
"Give up. My sword energy treats gold and jade like clay, and cuts through rocks like tofu. Even if the King of Ming does not move, I must avoid its sharp edge."
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"Infinite Bodhi." The fat monk opened his eyes and whispered: "The World Honored One should practice all dharma and suppress all enemies."
"Not even the World Honored One." The old blind man danced the strings of his harp and struck more than ten times in an instant. He was so domineering and unparalleled every time.
"Yeah!" The fat monk's eyes suddenly widened. At the same time, the prayer beads reversed, and the wooden fish in his other hand exploded.
"Fists conquer mountains and rivers!"
The fat monk swung out his fist, and the whole sky became silent, and his momentum was overwhelming.
"Come!"
The old blind man flicked his long sleeves, and the strings stood in the air. In a blink of an eye, they turned into thousands. When they were combined, their shape was like a flying sword!
"The fist can control the mountains and rivers, but it cannot control me!" The long sword stood horizontally and went straight through the void.
"Boom"
Thunder rolls from the sky, fist seals and flying swords connect.
"Whoa! Whoa!"
The wind and rain came together, and the seal was scattered and the sword was broken.
Thunderstorms and rain fell continuously. In the crazy rainstorm, Xu Sheng could not see anything clearly. In his eyes, there were only two lights and shadows shuttled through the wind and rain, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly.
"Two seniors, please stop fighting. I, Xu Sheng, am not a 'man of destiny'. I am not worthy of a fight to the death, nor am I worthy of sacrificing thousands of living beings to save my life."
However, the sound of the thunderstorm had already covered up everything. Not to mention Xu Sheng's howl, even the sound of the battle between the old blind man and the fat monk was not noticeable in the thunderstorm.
"Damn"
Xu Sheng gritted his teeth, but he was helpless. In front of these two people, he was like an ant; and in front of the heaven and earth that could bring thunderstorms, he was not even an ant.
Nothing can be done!
Xu Sheng felt a deep sense of frustration. He looked down at his empty "left hand" and felt the cramping pain coming from his internal organs, and...the weakness coming from the depths of his soul.
pain!
It hurts my heart and hurts my bones!
In the heavy rain, Xu Sheng gradually became unable to breathe smoothly. The anger he had been holding back suddenly collapsed and disintegrated, as if he had suddenly suffered a major blow.
Are you going to die?
Forget it, you deserve to die, so why bother living and causing so many troubles?
Xu Sheng thought and whispered softly: "If I die right now, then everything will be fine; if I don't die, who will be the 'man of destiny' other than me?"
He shouted loudly, holding on for dear life despite the severe pain, and gritted his teeth and said: "A person destined by fate will not die so easily. Let's see if I am favored by God."
"Boom!"
Xu Sheng closed his eyes and fell to the ground. He couldn't hold on anymore. Besides, he didn't want to hold on anymore.
Death is not an option.
Farewell, Xu Lizi, we will never meet again in this life;
Farewell, Mu Huaijin, I can’t fulfill your wish;
Farewell, old blind man, go find the real "Destined One"
Farewell, brother, I wish you a happy life;
Parents, we will meet again in the next life; Tianquezi, no matter who you are.
Xu Sheng lost his breath and his body gradually became stiff. In the heavy rain, he was unusually calm...