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Chapter 882: The old naughty boy called Dad

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Daleichi Temple.

"You are the only second-generation disciple in the Great Leichi Temple who has cultivated a golden body and been promoted to a venerable person. Your future was originally the most unfavorable and you were the head of the Discipline Hall. But you chose to live up to it... You have failed me, you have failed the Buddha, and you have failed your own unparalleled talent. Master even said that in the future you may surpass any predecessors in your understanding of Buddhism.”

"The ghost lingers."

"How did you come?"

"Thunder Pond."

An Zheng shouted before falling into the pit.

The old Taoist looked back at An Zheng, and then got a little angry: "Why don't you answer."

This is a holy place. For most people in the Western Region, this is a holy place that they are willing to defend with their lives. I don’t know how many people come from far away every day of the year, every month, and walk in the direction of Daleichi Temple with three steps and one kowtow. Maybe this walk lasts a lifetime, but they have no regrets.

"What realization?"

Monk Da Shi was silent for a while, with some unreleased anger in his eyes: "But you chose to abandon me. If you don't come back, I will just treat you as a wandering monk. When you come back, it will be a farewell."

"You shouldn't have come back."

An old Taoist priest with a white beard came over carrying a young man who was taller than him. Taoist priests have only visited twice since the Great Leichi Temple was built. Both times, it was him. But the last time he came, the current Buddha was not born yet.

However, the vast majority of pilgrims do not have the opportunity to see the Buddha.

Da Shi stood up fiercely: "Have you not made enough trouble? No matter how big the Leichi Temple is, it cannot accommodate your seven emotions and six desires. The master is practicing in seclusion and will not see you."

"What realization?"

"After I can beat you, I will definitely carry your belt and walk ten thousand miles. When crossing the desert, half of the leg is in the sand, when crossing the grass, half of the leg is in the grass, and when crossing the river, half of the leg is left in the sand. In the water. Oh... no, you are much shorter than me. Half of my legs are almost as high as your neck. "

Monk Dashu is a very special person. Even if an ordinary monk does not have kind eyebrows and kind eyes, he must cultivate the merits of kind eyebrows and kind eyes. As for the great monk, he seemed to have a calm and powerful face. He would never smile at any time. It seemed that there was no such thing as laughter in his expression.

Monk Dashu was silent for a moment: "You ask."

Daleichi Temple.

Monk Dashu's expression suddenly changed, he lowered his eyes and waved his hands: "You'd better go."

In order to facilitate the pilgrimage of believers, although Daleichi Temple was built halfway up the mountain, it spent a lot of manpower, material and financial resources to build a wide avenue directly to Daleichi Temple. It is said to be an avenue, but it is actually a very wide step. Even if there are hundreds of people walking up side by side, they will not feel crowded. Every step is built to be extremely smooth and solid.

An Zheng fell into the pit with a thud: "I'll try it, and it doesn't work."

A monk came out of it, glanced at him and said calmly: "Brother Xuanting, master is already waiting for you."

Monk Dashu's expression changed.

The old Taoist looked back at An Zheng, and then got a little angry: "Why don't you answer."

"Master, I entered the Wukong Kong and realized the thoughts left by the predecessors. The former sages have been enlightened in the Wukong for so long, but they have not understood a word "empty". I have only been in it for three days, but I have realized his suffering. "Master, this is reincarnation."

The Buddha said four words, which have some very complicated meanings.

"It's true."

The most sacred thing is that each step is carved with a white lotus symbolizing purity and auspiciousness. The monks of Daleichi Temple said that there is a lotus platform under the Buddha's seat. All living beings are equal, so the Buddha had the lotus steps built so that everyone can sit on a lotus platform.

Old Taoist: "You seem very unconvinced?"

There were four major disciples under the Buddha's sect, and the first disciple was called Mahasthamaprapta. Monk Dashu is also the head of the Discipline Hall of Leichi Temple. His name symbolizes justice and clarity in Leichi Temple. Not only in Daleichi Temple, but also throughout the Western Regions, people think that Monk Dashu is the God of Discipline in the Western Regions.

A monk in white clothes climbed up the stone steps with the endless crowd of people, with the same supportive expression as those people. When all the believers see him climbing up the stairs, they will give way and then worship devoutly.

Xuanting stood up and said, "If Master cannot answer, I will ask the Buddha."

The old Taoist said: "Outside the Great Leichi Temple, where the Buddha enlightened the world, you hear the auspicious sounds and look at the solemnity on the mountain, but you don't have any understanding? Do you still need me to remind you that this understanding is called If you have a bad mouth, you will be beaten.”

Monk Dashu shook his head: "It's just that your mind was controlled by demonic thoughts... Xuanting, I once said that if my disciples make mistakes, there will never be any past mistakes. And for you, I have repeatedly made exceptions and even broke the precepts. . You really...really can't wake up? You have your own life and your own path, not someone else's."

"Thunder Pond."

The Buddha said four words, which have some very complicated meanings.

Old Taoist: "If you talk again, I will knock your tongue."

The old Taoist leaned over, this time instead of holding An Zheng's belt, he grabbed An Zheng's ankle.

The monk in white always nodded gently and never missed anyone.

The old Taoist lowered his head and looked at An Zheng: "What a weirdo. He can still talk even though he's like this."

"Huh? Senior, are you so kind? Why do I think you will get hacked if you go to the Thunder Pond? If you are not morally good, you will get hacked. What if an old man like you goes in and attracts a thunderstorm?"

The magnificent construction of Daleichi Temple is not so much a temple as it is a big city that brings together talents and culture. The scale here is not small even compared to Daxi Jinling City, but the architecture here is completely different from the style of Jinling City. Jinling City has its splendor and beauty, and every house here makes people feel solemn.

An Zheng shouted before falling into the pit.

"You shouldn't have come back."

The monk in white walked quickly up the steps, but hesitated for a moment at the door of the temple. There was a twinkle in his eyes, which was his uneasiness and doubt.

Monk Dashu was silent for a moment: "You ask."

An Zheng: "You just said you'd knock my tongue if I spoke. I've already given in. What else do you want? When you get old, your tongue can only distinguish taste. I'm still young, and my tongue is still weak. There are other uses.”

A monk came out of it, glanced at him and said calmly: "Brother Xuanting, master is already waiting for you."

The old Taoist threw An Zheng into the deep pit, then turned around and left.

Old Taoist: "If you talk again, I will knock your tongue."

Xuanting bowed his head and thanked him, then strode forward. At this time, it seemed that he no longer had any worries. When I didn't enter, I felt unwilling and longing. After I entered, my heart felt like a rock.

The old Taoist leaned over, this time instead of holding An Zheng's belt, he grabbed An Zheng's ankle.

"The ghost lingers."

Old Taoist: "I'll give you two choices. First, I'll grab your tongue and move it up. Second, I'll cut off your tongue and use it as a rag to wipe it layer by layer."

The old Taoist looked back at An Zheng, and then got a little angry: "Why don't you answer."

An Zheng: "You... forget it."

Xuanting stood there and looked into his master's eyes. After looking at it for a long time, he bowed and said, "Disciple has left. May the master be healthy and peaceful, and never have any worries. May the incense of Daleichi Temple be prosperous forever. ”

The old Taoist leaned over, this time instead of holding An Zheng's belt, he grabbed An Zheng's ankle.

The old Taoist stopped talking and just walked faster and faster. An Zheng's face banged on the steps again and again. He rolled his eyes and said to himself that he could just endure it. Anyway, he was already extremely ugly like this, so he wasn't afraid of making it even uglier. Everyone looked at the ferocious old Taoist with shocked expressions, and looked at An Zheng sympathetically.

An Zheng: "Can you understand that you are not a gangster?"

The old Taoist said oh, turned An Zheng over face down, then pulled An Zheng by his ankles and continued walking up. An Zheng's forehead was just hitting the steps, his lips were scraping against the steps, puff, puff, puff...

Old Taoist: "You seem very unconvinced?"

Monk Dashu is very tall, wearing orange-red monk robes and cassocks, sitting cross-legged on a huge ink jade lotus platform. According to the rules and regulations, Monk Dashu's lotus platform is ranked second in Daleichi Temple, and its color is unique. Black is more calm and cold, symbolizing the uprightness and selflessness of the Commandment Hall.

"Shangzun said, there are two catastrophes in Xuanting, one has passed, and there is still another one. Even if you can't get through the first catastrophe, you will probably die. If you can't survive the second catastrophe, whether you pass it or not, you will die and you can't live. cannot."

"dad!"

A monk came out of it, glanced at him and said calmly: "Brother Xuanting, master is already waiting for you."

"You shouldn't have come back."

"dad!"

"Can you..."

Monk Dashu opened his eyes and glanced at Xuanting.

Old Taoist: "You seem very unconvinced?"

The old Taoist threw An Zheng to the ground with a snap, and An Zheng groaned in pain.

Xuanting first clasped his hands and leaned over, then knelt on his knees, placing his hands flat on the ground, palms facing up, and his forehead touching the ground: "Disciple must come back. Disciple knows that he has let Master down."

Monk Dashu opened his eyes and glanced at Xuanting.

Xuanting turned around and couldn't help but look back when he walked to the door. Then he followed the young monk Changping and stood on the colorful clouds. The colorful clouds slowly rose into the sky and then flew towards the top of the mountain. The colorful birds were still accompanying them all the way, singing and dancing.

However, the vast majority of pilgrims do not have the opportunity to see the Buddha.

The young monk lowered his head and said, "So the Lord has something to tell Senior Brother Xuanting personally, and asked me to invite Senior Brother to the Green Bamboo Forest."

An Zheng said nothing.

"It's true."

An Zheng said breathlessly: "Can you be a little more magnanimous as a Taoist master? You have carried me all the way like this, aren't you tired?"

Old Taoist: "If you talk again, I will knock your tongue."

Monk Dashu was silent for a long time this time, and then nodded: "Yes."

The monk in white walked quickly up the steps, but hesitated for a moment at the door of the temple. There was a twinkle in his eyes, which was his uneasiness and doubt.

"What realization?"

The old Taoist paused, pondered for a while, and then suddenly realized: "You... are a fucking gangster."

The old Taoist threw An Zheng to the ground with a snap, and An Zheng groaned in pain.

The monk in white always nodded gently and never missed anyone.

The old Taoist looked back at An Zheng, and then got a little angry: "Why don't you answer."

"Can you..."

Xuanting asked again: "The second thing is, am I him?"

Old Taoist: "You seem very unconvinced?"

An Zheng was still able to speak in his spare time: "Have you ever considered your own future by torturing me like this?"

Monk Dashu was silent for a moment: "You ask."

An Zheng: "No matter how bad I am, I can still talk."

Xuanting lowered his head: "Master, I only want to ask you two questions when I come back, only two questions."

Far, far away in the green bamboo forest, Buddha was standing in the bamboo forest looking at the texture on the bamboo in a daze. Hearing the footsteps, he looked back and saw Monk Xuanting, but it was not Monk Xuanting.

"The ghost lingers."

The young monk lowered his head and said, "So the Lord has something to tell Senior Brother Xuanting personally, and asked me to invite Senior Brother to the Green Bamboo Forest."

An Zheng: "I do have an understanding. It's a higher level than what you said."

An Zheng shouted before falling into the pit.

Monk Dashu was silent for a moment: "You ask."

An Zheng was still able to speak in his spare time: "Have you ever considered your own future by torturing me like this?"

"Oh? Do you really understand?"

"The ghost lingers."

"Oh? Do you really understand?"

The old Taoist lowered his head and looked at An Zheng: "What a weirdo. He can still talk even though he's like this."

Xuanting raised his head: "The first sentence...reincarnation really exists in this world."

Monk Dashu's expression changed.

He lowered his head and flicked his sleeves: "Let's go!"

An Zheng: "Hahahaha, I don't believe it!"

Just as he was talking, the old Taoist suddenly dodged. When An Zheng's vision became clearer, he had already left the stone steps and appeared on a very high platform. A little further forward, there was a large platform that looked like it had been carved out with a knife or an axe. A deep pit with purple flames tumbling inside.

Monk Dashu was silent for a long time this time, and then nodded: "Yes."

An Zheng said breathlessly: "Can you be a little more magnanimous as a Taoist master? You have carried me all the way like this, aren't you tired?"

The monk in white always nodded gently and never missed anyone.

"Can you..."

Xuanting asked again: "The second thing is, am I him?"

At this moment, bursts of melodious music suddenly came from the sky, like the sound of a golden bell. A little monk, only eleven or twelve years old, wearing white monk robes, came from a distance on colorful clouds, and slowly landed at the door of the main hall with melodious singing. Behind him, there were all kinds of extremely beautiful birds hovering, unwilling to leave for a long time.

Monk Dashu opened his eyes and glanced at Xuanting.

An Zheng said nothing.

An Zheng: "Can you understand that you are not a gangster?"

Monk Dashu's expression suddenly changed, he lowered his eyes and waved his hands: "You'd better go."

An Zheng: "You... forget it."

Monk Dashu's expression changed.

Xuanting raised his head: "The first sentence...reincarnation really exists in this world."

An Zheng faced up. As the old Taoist began to climb the stone steps, the back of An Zheng's head kept bumping against the steps. Ouch, ouch, ouch... An Zheng was offended and couldn't help but ask: "You are a senior expert, maybe the most awesome senior expert in the Dao Sect, can't you be more merciful? You This is not good for me, I think you should let me change my position."

"How did you come?"

The old Taoist said: "It's useless to call you senior, not even dad. Just fend for yourself here. You are going to die anyway. What if you survive the Leichi and the punishment of the Great Leichi Temple?"

Xuanting stood up and said, "If Master cannot answer, I will ask the Buddha."

Halfway up the mountain, An Zheng asked, "Where are you taking me?"

Old Taoist: "I'll give you two choices. First, I'll grab your tongue and move it up. Second, I'll cut off your tongue and use it as a rag to wipe it layer by layer."

Monk Dashu's expression changed.

Old Taoist: "You seem very unconvinced?"

An Zheng: "Hahahaha, I don't believe it!"

"dad!"

"The ghost lingers."

Xuanting stood up and said, "If Master cannot answer, I will ask the Buddha."

The old Taoist staggered: "You are sick."

Old Taoist: "I'll give you two choices. First, I'll grab your tongue and move it up. Second, I'll cut off your tongue and use it as a rag to wipe it layer by layer."

An Zheng was still able to speak in his spare time: "Have you ever considered your own future by torturing me like this?"

An Zheng said breathlessly: "Can you be a little more magnanimous as a Taoist master? You have carried me all the way like this, aren't you tired?"

At this time, at the foot of the mountain.

"The ghost lingers."

"You shouldn't have come back."

He turned around and stopped: "Here we go... we will never see each other again. Master, are you really unwilling to tell us?"

He lowered his head and flicked his sleeves: "Let's go!"

The young monk stepped into the main hall of the Discipline Hall. When he reached the middle, he stopped and clasped his hands: "Disciple Changping, I would like to pay my respects to the leader."

Halfway up the mountain, An Zheng asked, "Where are you taking me?"

Monk Dashu turned his head and looked at the wall: "Go quickly, go quickly, don't wait until I send someone to drive you out."

Xuanting stood up and said, "If Master cannot answer, I will ask the Buddha."

"The ghost lingers."

A monk came out of it, glanced at him and said calmly: "Brother Xuanting, master is already waiting for you."

Monk Dashu's expression changed.

An Zheng shouted in mid-air: "Just leaving? What about me, senior?"

An Zheng: "Hahahaha, I don't believe it!"

The young monk stepped into the main hall of the Discipline Hall. When he reached the middle, he stopped and clasped his hands: "Disciple Changping, I would like to pay my respects to the leader."

"What realization?"

Xuanting asked again: "The second thing is, am I him?"

The old Taoist leaned over, this time instead of holding An Zheng's belt, he grabbed An Zheng's ankle.

An Zheng: "Hahahaha, I don't believe it!"

"How did you come?"

"The ghost lingers."

The old Taoist threw An Zheng into the deep pit, then turned around and left.

Monk Dashu's expression changed.

He turned around and stopped: "Here we go... we will never see each other again. Master, are you really unwilling to tell us?"

Xuanting raised his head: "The first sentence...reincarnation really exists in this world."

The young monk lowered his head and said, "So the Lord has something to tell Senior Brother Xuanting personally, and asked me to invite Senior Brother to the Green Bamboo Forest."

Xuanting asked again: "The second thing is, am I him?"

Monk Dashu was silent for a moment: "You ask."

Monk Dashu turned his head and looked at the wall: "Go quickly, go quickly, don't wait until I send someone to drive you out."

The old Taoist looked back at An Zheng, and then got a little angry: "Why don't you answer."

The young monk lowered his head and said, "So the Lord has something to tell Senior Brother Xuanting personally, and asked me to invite Senior Brother to the Green Bamboo Forest."

"The ghost lingers."

"dad!"

"Thunder Pond."

Monk Dashu looked at his disciple, with only sadness on his face: "You... go and listen to the teachings of the Supreme Being. Your life should not be like this... "

"It's true."

The young monk stepped into the main hall of the Discipline Hall. When he reached the middle, he stopped and clasped his hands: "Disciple Changping, I would like to pay my respects to the leader."

Monk Dashu turned his head and looked at the wall: "Go quickly, go quickly, don't wait until I send someone to drive you out."

He lowered his head and flicked his sleeves: "Let's go!"

"The ghost lingers."

The monk in white always nodded gently and never missed anyone.

An Zheng: "Can you understand that you are not a gangster?"

An Zheng: "Hahahaha, I don't believe it!"

An Zheng shouted before falling into the pit.

An Zheng said breathlessly: "Can you be a little more magnanimous as a Taoist master? You have carried me all the way like this, aren't you tired?"

An Zheng: "I do have an understanding. It's a higher level than what you said."

Monk Dashu turned his head and looked at the wall: "Go quickly, go quickly, don't wait until I send someone to drive you out."

Xuanting asked again: "The second thing is, am I him?"

At this time, at the foot of the mountain.

Old Taoist: "If you talk again, I will knock your tongue."

Halfway up the mountain, An Zheng asked, "Where are you taking me?"

The monk in white always nodded gently and never missed anyone.

The young man looked seriously injured, with no good spot anywhere on his body. But the old Taoist didn't feel any distress at all. He held his belt in his hand and walked forward, while the young man's feet were dragging on the ground.

"The ghost lingers."

"What realization?"

An Zheng: "Hahahaha, I don't believe it!"

Daleichi Temple.

"Oh? Do you really understand?"

Daleichi Temple.

"What realization?"

Daleichi Temple.

The old Taoist paused, pondered for a while, and then suddenly realized: "You... are a fucking gangster."

"Can you..."

The old Taoist staggered: "You are sick."

Xuanting raised his head: "The first sentence...reincarnation really exists in this world."

"It's true."

An Zheng fell into the pit with a thud: "I'll try it, and it doesn't work."

The old Taoist lowered his head and looked at An Zheng: "What a weirdo. He can still talk even though he's like this."

An Zheng said breathlessly: "Can you be a little more magnanimous as a Taoist master? You have carried me all the way like this, aren't you tired?"

The old Taoist lowered his head and looked at An Zheng: "What a weirdo. He can still talk even though he's like this."

At this time, at the foot of the mountain.

"dad!"

At this time, at the foot of the mountain.

An Zheng: "No matter how bad I am, I can still talk."

Daleichi Temple.

An Zheng: "You... forget it."

Monk Dashu opened his eyes and glanced at Xuanting.

The old Taoist threw An Zheng to the ground with a snap, and An Zheng groaned in pain.

"dad!"

The old Taoist leaned over, this time instead of holding An Zheng's belt, he grabbed An Zheng's ankle.

An Zheng shouted in mid-air: "Just leaving? What about me, senior?"

Old Taoist: "You seem very unconvinced?"

An Zheng: "Hahahaha, I don't believe it!"

The monk in white walked quickly up the steps, but hesitated for a moment at the door of the temple. There was a twinkle in his eyes, which was his uneasiness and doubt.

An Zheng: "I do have an understanding. It's a higher level than what you said."

Xuanting asked again: "The second thing is, am I him?"

"The ghost lingers."

An Zheng: "Can you understand that you are not a gangster?"

Monk Dashu looked at his disciple, with only sadness on his face: "You... go and listen to the teachings of the Supreme Being. Your life should not be like this... "

"Oh? Do you really understand?"

The old Taoist staggered: "You are sick."

An Zheng shouted in mid-air: "Just leaving? What about me, senior?"

"Can you..."

Monk Dashu's expression suddenly changed, he lowered his eyes and waved his hands: "You'd better go."

The Buddha said four words, which have some very complicated meanings.

The old Taoist lowered his head and looked at An Zheng: "What a weirdo. He can still talk even though he's like this."

"It's true."

Old Taoist: "I'll give you two choices. First, I'll grab your tongue and move it up. Second, I'll cut off your tongue and use it as a rag to wipe it layer by layer."

An Zheng: "No matter how bad I am, I can still talk."

"What realization?"

A monk came out of it, glanced at him and said calmly: "Brother Xuanting, master is already waiting for you."

Monk Dashu was silent for a moment: "You ask."

An Zheng: "You... forget it."

An Zheng: "Can you understand that you are not a gangster?"

The old Taoist leaned over, this time instead of holding An Zheng's belt, he grabbed An Zheng's ankle.

An Zheng shouted in mid-air: "Just leaving? What about me, senior?"

The Buddha said four words, which have some very complicated meanings.

Xuanting raised his head: "The first sentence...reincarnation really exists in this world."

Monk Dashu opened his eyes and glanced at Xuanting.

Monk Dashu looked at his disciple, with only sadness on his face: "You... go and listen to the teachings of the Supreme Being. Your life should not be like this... "

The monk in white walked quickly up the steps, but hesitated for a moment at the door of the temple. There was a twinkle in his eyes, which was his uneasiness and doubt.

Daleichi Temple.

An Zheng was still able to speak in his spare time: "Have you ever considered your own future by torturing me like this?"

An Zheng: "I do have an understanding. It's a higher level than what you said."

Old Taoist: "If you talk again, I will knock your tongue."

"Oh? Do you really understand?"

"What realization?"

The old Taoist threw An Zheng to the ground with a snap, and An Zheng groaned in pain.

An Zheng: "Hahahaha, I don't believe it!"

However, the vast majority of pilgrims do not have the opportunity to see the Buddha.

Old Taoist: "I'll give you two choices. First, I'll grab your tongue and move it up. Second, I'll cut off your tongue and use it as a rag to wipe it layer by layer."

Daleichi Temple.

Xuanting raised his head: "The first sentence...reincarnation really exists in this world."

An Zheng shouted in mid-air: "Just leaving? What about me, senior?"

An Zheng: "You... forget it."

Old Taoist: "You seem very unconvinced?"

Daleichi Temple.

The old Taoist staggered: "You are sick."

An Zheng said nothing.

Halfway up the mountain, An Zheng asked, "Where are you taking me?"

Monk Dashu looked at his disciple, with only sadness on his face: "You... go and listen to the teachings of the Supreme Being. Your life should not be like this... "

Xuanting asked again: "The second thing is, am I him?"

The old Taoist staggered: "You are sick."

The old Taoist looked back at An Zheng, and then got a little angry: "Why don't you answer."

Halfway up the mountain, An Zheng asked, "Where are you taking me?"

The young monk lowered his head and said, "So the Lord has something to tell Senior Brother Xuanting personally, and asked me to invite Senior Brother to the Green Bamboo Forest."

An Zheng: "Can you understand that you are not a gangster?"

The old Taoist lowered his head and looked at An Zheng: "What a weirdo. He can still talk even though he's like this."

"Can you..."

An Zheng said breathlessly: "Can you be a little more magnanimous as a Taoist master? You have carried me all the way like this, aren't you tired?"

An Zheng: "You... forget it."

The old Taoist paused, pondered for a while, and then suddenly realized: "You... are a fucking gangster."

An Zheng shouted in mid-air: "Just leaving? What about me, senior?"

Monk Dashu was silent for a long time this time, and then nodded: "Yes."

"You shouldn't have come back."

An Zheng: "Can you understand that you are not a gangster?"

Xuanting stood up and said, "If Master cannot answer, I will ask the Buddha."

The old Taoist threw An Zheng to the ground with a snap, and An Zheng groaned in pain.

At this time, at the foot of the mountain.

The old Taoist threw An Zheng into the deep pit, then turned around and left.

"Oh? Do you really understand?"

The old Taoist threw An Zheng to the ground with a snap, and An Zheng groaned in pain.

Monk Dashu's expression suddenly changed, he lowered his eyes and waved his hands: "You'd better go."

Monk Dashu's expression changed.

An Zheng: "You... forget it."

An Zheng: "Hahahaha, I don't believe it!"

"How did you come?"

Xuanting lowered his head: "Master, I only want to ask you two questions when I come back, only two questions."

"The ghost lingers."

At this time, at the foot of the mountain.

The old Taoist lowered his head and looked at An Zheng: "What a weirdo. He can still talk even though he's like this."

The Buddha said four words, which have some very complicated meanings.

The old Taoist threw An Zheng into the deep pit, then turned around and left.

An Zheng: "Can you understand that you are not a gangster?"

The monk in white always nodded gently and never missed anyone.

The old Taoist threw An Zheng to the ground with a snap, and An Zheng groaned in pain.

Halfway up the mountain, An Zheng asked, "Where are you taking me?"

He lowered his head and flicked his sleeves: "Let's go!"

He turned around and stopped: "Here we go... we will never see each other again. Master, are you really unwilling to tell us?"

He lowered his head and flicked his sleeves: "Let's go!"

"What realization?"

"Thunder Pond."

Monk Dashu opened his eyes and glanced at Xuanting.

The old Taoist leaned over, this time instead of holding An Zheng's belt, he grabbed An Zheng's ankle.

The young monk lowered his head and said, "So the Lord has something to tell Senior Brother Xuanting personally, and asked me to invite Senior Brother to the Green Bamboo Forest."

Monk Dashu's expression changed.

Xuanting raised his head: "The first sentence...reincarnation really exists in this world."

Monk Dashu's expression changed.

Old Taoist: "You seem very unconvinced?"

Xuanting raised his head: "The first sentence...reincarnation really exists in this world."

The young monk lowered his head and said, "So the Lord has something to tell Senior Brother Xuanting personally, and asked me to invite Senior Brother to the Green Bamboo Forest."

An Zheng: "Hahahaha, I don't believe it!"

An Zheng: "Can you understand that you are not a gangster?"

"What realization?"

An Zheng: "Can you understand that you are not a gangster?"

The old Taoist looked back at An Zheng, and then got a little angry: "Why don't you answer."

"You shouldn't have come back."

The old Taoist threw An Zheng into the deep pit, then turned around and left.

Monk Dashu turned his head and looked at the wall: "Go quickly, go quickly, don't wait until I send someone to drive you out."

An Zheng shouted before falling into the pit.

Monk Dashu was silent for a long time this time, and then nodded: "Yes."

Monk Dashu was silent for a moment: "You ask."

An Zheng shouted in mid-air: "Just leaving? What about me, senior?"

Xuanting raised his head: "The first sentence...reincarnation really exists in this world."

Xuanting asked again: "The second thing is, am I him?"

The old Taoist looked back at An Zheng, and then got a little angry: "Why don't you answer."

"dad!"

Xuanting raised his head: "The first sentence...reincarnation really exists in this world."

The young monk stepped into the main hall of the Discipline Hall. When he reached the middle, he stopped and clasped his hands: "Disciple Changping, I would like to pay my respects to the leader."

Monk Dashu's expression suddenly changed, he lowered his eyes and waved his hands: "You'd better go."

Xuanting raised his head: "The first sentence...reincarnation really exists in this world."

An Zheng shouted before falling into the pit.

An Zheng: "Hahahaha, I don't believe it!"

The old Taoist threw An Zheng to the ground with a snap, and An Zheng groaned in pain.

Xuanting lowered his head: "Master, I only want to ask you two questions when I come back, only two questions."

The old Taoist threw An Zheng into the deep pit, then turned around and left.

The old Taoist staggered: "You are sick."

An Zheng: "Can you understand that you are not a gangster?"

Monk Dashu was silent for a moment: "You ask."

An Zheng fell into the pit with a thud: "I'll try it, and it doesn't work."

"dad!"

"Can you..."

An Zheng shouted in mid-air: "Just leaving? What about me, senior?"

The monk in white walked quickly up the steps, but hesitated for a moment at the door of the temple. There was a twinkle in his eyes, which was his uneasiness and doubt.

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