"I'm sorry, Lord Buddha, the little monk is possessed by a demon."
"Buddha's face was gouged off by a young monk. The young monk committed a heinous crime."
The monk is feeling guilty and repenting.
He closed his eyes, hunched his body, and his old face was full of regret.
But his hands were covered in blood.
The clay statue had a gilded appearance, its facial features were damaged, and there was actually blood.
This is weird.
The old monk kept confessing. He was so panicked that he crushed a pocket watch on his body.
When he didn't know it, the dark shadow of Tiandi Bank carried a sedan across the space and came here.
The sedan was very light and landed in the main hall of the Buddhist temple. Under the gaze of countless Buddha and Bodhisattva statues, it slowly pressed down.
A dark figure opened the sedan door curtain and said to the old monk, "Please come into the sedan."
The voice has no emotion, just like reading.
The old monk raised his head. His hands were full of blood, as if it couldn't be drained cleanly, but his face was full of tears and he was very sad.
"Can you help me answer my questions?" the old monk asked with a trembling voice.
Heiying said indifferently: "Tiandi Bank can help you solve your doubts."
The old monk didn't ask where the Tiandi Bank was, or how the black shadow and the sedan came to be. He just wanted to answer the doubts in his heart.
"I feel empty in my heart. I seem to have forgotten something. I can't remember it no matter how much I think about it. I pray to Buddha, but Buddha can't tell me. It has become my obsession." The old monk stood up tremblingly and walked to In front of the sedan chair, he sat in without hesitation.
If there is no answer when asking the Buddha, then he will not ask.
Many times, there is no answer, but there are answers everywhere.
The old monk is an eminent Buddhist monk. He is less than a thousand years old this year and has already achieved the status of Immortal King Buddha. He is so powerful that he is ranked high in the Buddhist world.
But he has aged very badly in recent years, and he always feels that he has forgotten something. He is slowly looking for the answer, but in Buddhism, everything is weird.
In the Buddhist Kingdom, he is a young and promising monk. He is known as the successor of the next Buddha. He is ranked in the Buddhist Kingdom and can be transformed into a powerful Buddha with a title.
But he couldn't let go of the story in his memory, so he came to this small Buddhist hall and quietly searched for the answer.
But for some reason, he felt so painful in the past few days, which made his thoughts confused. He went directly into a demon and tore off the face of the Buddha statue.
Hands full of blood!
This is the blood of Buddha, his blood, and the blood of his forgotten past.
Carrying the blood, the old monk entered the Tiandi Bank in a sedan chair.
…
In Tiandi Bank, Li Xiandao and Xiao Qi are waiting.
When the black shadow carried the sedan over, and after it landed, the old monk came out.
Li Xiandao and Xiao Qi were stunned.
An old monk with blood-stained hands and hunched back walked in. His eyes were cloudy and bloodshot, and he didn't look like a holy monk at all.
But he looked very guilty.
In the main hall, Li Xiandao looked at him closely and asked calmly: "This guest, do you know what you want to trade?"
The old monk thought for a while and asked, "Anything can be done?"
"Anything is fine, provided you can pay the corresponding price." Li Xiandao said confidently.
With his current strength and the recovering Tiandi Bank, he felt confident when he said this.
"I... I have a lot of treasures, and I want to exchange them." The old monk's eyes lit up, as if he saw hope. The blood in them slowly faded away, and they actually looked holy.
"What do you want to exchange?" Li Xiandao asked.
"I..." The old monk was stunned: "I don't know what was exchanged, I forgot."
Li Xiandao raised his eyebrows and looked at the old monk silently.
This monk is not normal.
At least mentally disturbed.
Li Xiandao waited for him to continue speaking, but he did not speak.
"I... I forgot an important memory. I can never remember it. I tried many methods, but there is no trace of this memory in my mind." The old monk said slowly.
"So... you don't think this memory does not exist?" Li Xiandao asked.
"It really existed. I can feel that once I sleep, there is a hazy shadow talking to me. It is like this every day. I can't forget it. I can never forget it. I haven't slept for five hundred years." After that, whenever I was practicing, she would interfere with me and her inner demons would cause trouble, making it difficult for me to make progress. This became my inner demon," the old monk said desperately.
He is really driven crazy like this.
That memory, he knew for sure, was real.
"Let me take a look." Li Xiandao stretched out his hand and placed it on the old monk's forehead. The reflective forehead felt cold to the touch, just like the ice and snow condensation in the cold winter, and the cold hands.
"You are still an Immortal King. Although you have just entered the Immortal King realm, you are already very powerful. Relax yourself and don't resist my power." Li Xiandao said calmly.
Now Li Xiandao no longer cares about those who have entered the Immortal King realm for the first time.
The people under him also gradually became the Immortal King. After becoming stronger, Li Xiandao was no longer the same mentality that he had before when he saw people and wanted to take them under his command and use them for his own use.
The old monk relaxed himself and did not even build a mental barrier. At this time, if Li Xiandao was shocked and killed by a force, the old monk would die.
There is no use in fighting back, he has already exposed his fatal door.
But looking at his appearance, he didn't care at all. Instead, he felt relieved. If Li Xiandao really took action, he would be grateful to Li Xiandao.
Give him a chance to escape.
Li Xiandao didn't take action, he just quietly checked the old monk's memory chain.
There are always traces in human memory. Even if you have forgotten a small thing from decades ago, no matter how small it is, your memory chain will still remember this period, and it will remain with you for the rest of your life. Won't go to the corner.
Now Li Xiandao is checking such memories.
Looking through the memory line, Li Xiandao was just looking ahead, paying no attention to anything.
Sure enough, in the depths of memory, there is a blank period.
Nothing at all.
The pure white range outlines the shape of a flower, and there is nothing else.
"There is no memory, and I can't find it." Li Xiandao frowned, released his palm, and looked at Xiao Qi.
Xiao Qi sent a message: "There is a way to let this person enter the Cave of Reincarnation. Even if his memory is erased, it still happened in his life and it will definitely show up in the Cave of Rapid Reincarnation."
Li Xiandao blinked and said to the old monk, "What price can you pay to get this memory back?"
The old monk said decisively: "I will give you my Immortal King status!"
(End of chapter)