C991 Young Monk
C991 Young Monk
"Hur hur."
Ann Sudong sneered, "There isn't a single promise in the world that can be compared to the benefits that one sees in front of one's eyes. Take it, my words count as one as well."
"Mr Ann, why don't you stay with us tonight, I …"
"Thank you for your good intentions. I still have things to do, so I'll be leaving first."
"We respectfully send you off, Master Ann."
Gurgle, Du Kang said respectfully.
Ann Sudong did not say anything else and directly left.
Once he left the Yin Lu house, he immediately flew out of the Hua'an. It could not be said that his Hua'an did not yield any harvests, but he had at least obtained clues about his own mother.
He rested in the mountains for the night and checked the map. The Death Swamp was very far away, and they had to pass through the vast Gobi Desert. During this time, they had to pass through 17 provinces and cities.
Not thinking too much, seeing that dawn had arrived, Ann Sudong kept the map and left.
He planned to rest in Liuxia Province. After flying for two days, he finally saw the outline of Liuxia City.
He did not fly directly into the city. Instead, he found a place to stop and took a passing van to the city. Then, he found a hotel.
At night, Ann Sudong suddenly felt several auras of cultivators.
Logically speaking, in a provincial capital, cultivators shouldn't be flying around so brazenly. The only possibility was that there was something that attracted them.
Thinking of this, Ann Sudong also jumped out of the window.
Following which, a few people sneakily entered an abandoned temple.
At this moment, an old monk and a young monk were sitting beside the temple.
Facing the six uninvited guests, the two monks appeared to be very calm.
Especially the old monk, who was still reciting scriptures.
The young monk was curiously sizing up the newcomers, even giving them a buddhist salute.
"Old bald donkey, quickly hand over the thing in your hands."
A middle-aged woman with a curvy figure walked out. However, her face was covered by a layer of black cloth. Her voice was ice-cold and somewhat shrill.
The old monk continued chanting.
"Big sister, I don't think this old bald donkey will hand over that thing. Why don't we kill the little monk together and slowly search for it?" A black-faced man grinned fiendishly.
"The things that we, the Six Evils of the Black Wind, want have yet to obtain. Old Baldy donkey, I advise you to not be pragmatic. In the end, not only will you be harmed, you will also harm the little bald donkey beside you." another white-faced scholar dressed like a man shouted.
"Excellent!"
A Buddhist chant thundered. The old monk slowly opened his eyes, "Benefactor, Boundless Sea of Bitterness, turn back to the shore."
"Bullshit!"
A short man spat out angrily, "Stop wasting your breath on laozi, you only have two paths to walk today. Either we send you to see the Buddha, or hand over the sariras and we release you and your disciples."
"Master, why do they have to steal our sariras all the way?" The young monk was obviously the one who had suffered before. He looked puzzled, but he did not show any signs of cowardice.
"Life has six desires, of which greed is the most terrifying."
The old monk patted the young monk's head and smiled, "Do you still remember what I said to you?"
"Master said to return the favor." The young monk said crisply.
"It's good that you remember. We buddhist disciples don't care about worldly possessions, but buddhist treasures cannot be handed over to others as we wish."
The old monk stood up. It was raining, but his back was straight as a mountain in front of the young monk. He clasped his hands together and looked at the sky with a misty look in his eyes, "It's raining. My ancestor said that I can't live past seventy years.
"Old bald donkey, what are you talking about?" The middle-aged woman was obviously impatient.
"Amitabha."
The old monk smiled and said, "The old monk is teaching the young monk. Since benefactor has hardened his heart to kill me, why wait a little longer?"
"Old monk, are you mad? If you don't hand over the sariras today, your disciple will die, let alone you. If you don't educate him, what difference does it make? " The last masked man chuckled.
"This old monk has also calculated his fate. This old monk will die today, but this young monk will not. After he returns to being a vulgar person, he can continue to be carefree and unfettered." The old monk said indifferently.
"Master, what is Xiao Yao?" The young monk asked.
"A carefree person is someone who is free and at ease. He is not dragged down by the secular world, he is not covered by hatred, he is not willing to take revenge for pleasure, he is not disciplined, he is not dying for life or death, he is not guided by the laws of the world." The old monk's voice rumbled.
Ann Sudong gasped in surprise when he heard this from afar. He thought to himself, what a boastful tone this old monk has, he actually doesn't know about the laws of heaven and earth.
"Oh." The young monk nodded obediently, as if he understood something.
"Let's go. Leave this place. Behind us is a forest. Your benefactor is there." The old monk's aura soared. "Remember Master's words. Once you have Bodhi in your heart, you will naturally have Bodhi. In the future, if you are unable to cultivate Zen, it will definitely be more beneficial."
"How dare you!"
When the middle-aged woman saw that the young monk was about to run away, she instantly became angry, "Do it! Kill this pair of bald donkeys! The sariras are on them!"
"Master."
"Run!"
The old monk said indifferently at the end. Afterwards, his entire body formed the Buddha form, Thousand Hands Guan Yin, as he swatted at the six people flying over.
Perhaps the young monk was the one who listened to the old monk the most, but he actually started to run towards the small forest without looking back.
Ann Sudong frowned slightly. He was right behind the forest, could it be that the old monk found out?
This shouldn't be, the six people who were about to be killed were all Nascent Soul stage cultivators. This old monk was only at the middle stage of the Nascent Soul stage, so it was absolutely impossible for him to detect the aura of his Emptiness Refining Stage cultivators.
The profoundness of the Buddhist Sangha surprised him.
However, in the end, Ann Sudong remembered the old monk's words of asking his disciple to return to normal cultivation methods. Ann Sudong thought in his heart that this was bullsh * t, it was difficult for monks to breakthrough in cultivation methods, let alone the little vulgar monk.
Ann Sudong observed the little monk and stumbled along the way. He did not have a single cultivation level.
For the time being, he did not care about the young monk. Instead, he stared at the battle and did not have any thoughts of helping the young monk.
There were too many injustices in the world that he could not handle.
The old monk was outnumbered and eventually his dantian was shattered by the middle-aged woman, leaving him sitting there in complete silence.
"Ah …"
The little monk ran with his head down, as though he had forgotten his sadness. He hit his head on Ann Sudong's body, causing the little monk to faint from the pain, he held his head and squatted on the ground.
"A little girl?"
Seeing the little monk sitting on the ground, Ann Sudong was surprised to find that this little monk was actually an imposter, and should actually be called a little nun.