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The young monk curiously looked at Ann Sudong's room.    

"Right."    

Ann Sudong nodded and poured her a cup of water, "You must be thirsty, since you ran a big circle on the mountain, you must be tired, rest well tonight, I will help you find a orphanage tomorrow and settle you down."    

The little monk was indeed tired and laid on the bed, "Benefactor, my master asked me to cultivate the Immovable Zen, is it possible for me to cultivate it to the same level as you?"    

"Weren't you afraid just now?"    

Ann Sudong found a chair and sat down.    

"They are bad people, they deserved to die for killing my master." The little monk said.    

"Your consciousness is far inferior to your master's. You already said that your master was killed, but he didn't let you take revenge. What you're saying now is that you deserve to die, but you're not merciful at all."    

"I'm already vulgar, not a monk." The young monk said seriously.    

"Didn't you say earlier that you didn't want to return to the mortal world?"    

Ann Sudong felt that this little monk looked silly, but he had his ways of being shameless.    

"Just a thought."    

The young monk covered himself with the blanket in satisfaction, "Since your enemy has been killed by you, then I don't need to be merciful. Naturally, I will return the favor."    

"Psychiatric therapy?"    

Ann Sudong laughed, "So you're saying, if the enemy does not die, you will tell yourself, you are a young monk, you cannot harbor evil thoughts, and cannot take revenge. If they die, you will not have evil thoughts, and you will still be vulgar?"    

"You can think of it that way."    

The young monk suddenly sat up, "Oh right, you really don't want the sariras?"    

"What am I going to do with that?"    

Ann Sudong shook his head, "Moreover, your master dotes on you a lot. I already gave you the sariras, so unless I kill you, I want to eat the sariras.    

"Then forget it. I don't want to die yet." The little monk said.    

"Go to sleep. It is said that Buddha is at peace with himself. Buddha looks down on life and death, but a little monk like you is extremely afraid of death."    

Ann Sudong said: "I'll send you off tomorrow."    

"I'm not leaving."    

The little monk said seriously, "You saved me. My master said that we have to repay this kindness. I will follow you from now on."    

The heck!    

Ann Sudong almost stumbled and fell to the ground, his face instantly darkened, "Little monk, are you messing with me? This is how you repay kindness? You want to make me a burden? "    

"You can't say that."    

The little monk waved his hand and said, "My master told me before that if I meet someone important, he can save my life. Similarly, I can save your life."    

"What?"    

Ann Sudong was dumbstruck.    

"I can save your life. You are a good person, I don't want to see you die." The young monk said seriously.    

Not only was he unrivalled on Earth, even if he did not have his current cultivation, with his pills and treasures, even if he met with people with higher cultivation than him, he would not be in danger if he did not defeat them.    

It was simply nonsense for the young monk to say that he wanted to save his life.    

"That's what my master said. He's very powerful, and there's nothing that doesn't fulfill his promise." The little monk said unwaveringly.    

Ann Sudong was speechless.    

However, that old monk really did have some ability. Simply saying that he would be able to meet him outside the temple was definitely not something that the old monk would say after he went there and felt his presence.    

Otherwise, how could the old monk know that he would be tempted by the sariras?    

Could it be that this old monk had really seen the will of heaven?    

Ann Sudong fell into deep thought. In this world, there was no lack of strange and unusual things, one's insight into the secrets of heaven was different from cultivation, it was also different from refining pills, but it was even more mysterious than cultivation.    

"I'm going to sleep first, big brother, don't call me little monk. The one that my master gave me is called Yi Chen, the Buddha does not leave a speck of dust, but only occasionally does Yi Chen have the intention to stay in the mortal world."    

The young monk fell asleep after he finished speaking.    

"Heh."    

Ann Sudong shook his head, the thought of getting up and leaving emerged in his mind, as long as he could get rid of this little monk.    

But thinking of what the young monk said, he hesitated.    

This was not because he was unconfident in himself, but rather because Buddhist families paid particular attention to karma. For example, those six villains had planted an evil cause, so he had also planted an evil cause.    

Unable to understand, Ann Sudong simply closed his eyes and started to cultivate.    

Along the way, he did not know who could pose a threat to him, but the Death Swamp, Hall of Souls, these were all unknown domains. He also did not know if there would be any fatal danger waiting for him here.    

Bringing Yi Chen who had no cultivation to the Death Swamp was undoubtedly a burden.    

The next day, when the first ray of sunlight shone through the window, the little monk had already woken up. He lay in front of Ann Sudong, looking at him with his big eyes.    

"How did you do it?"    

Ann Sudong opened his eyes, his heart was a little shocked, "Despite being so close to me, I'm not vigilant at all."    

"I don't know either."    

The young monk shook his head, "But I seem to have made a breakthrough in my Immovable Chan."    

"He can even achieve a breakthrough in his sleep?"    

Ann Sudong frowned slightly.    

"Yes!"    

The young monk nodded, supporting his chin with his hand, he said in confusion, "I don't know why, but let's go. You have to go to the north. It's a long way."    

Ann Sudong suddenly took action, and grabbed the little monk's neck, his gaze overcast: "I don't remember that I said I wanted to head north."    

"My master said so."    

"Your master is dead!"    

"Before I died."    

"You didn't lie to me?"    

Ann Sudong's tone was gloomy.    

"No, I don't."    

"You are no longer a monk, you are still vulgar."    

"Oh, I forgot."    

The young monk wanted to put his hands together, but he felt that it was inappropriate, so he lowered his hands.    

Ann Sudong looked at her eyes that were as clear as water. He was not lying, and let go of his hand.    

"Can you be my master?" The young monk suddenly said.    

Ann Sudong, who had just stood up, was startled once again, "Your master just died and you already acknowledged me as your master.    

"My master said that you're my master."    

"Your master is dead!"    

"Before I died."    

"Damn!"    

Ann Sudong shook his head, "I'm not talking to you anymore. I don't have any intentions of accepting any disciples, and I also don't like taking any idiot as my disciple.    

"I'm stupid, but I work hard." The little monk was pestering him.    

Ann Sudong and the little monk walked down the stairs one after the other. There were already many people standing downstairs.    

With Ann Sudong's cultivation level, not eating and drinking was completely not an issue, but since the little monk couldn't do it, Ann Sudong took her to a breakfast shop and purposely ordered meat buns for her.    

However, what surprised him was that the young monk did not say anything about not eating meat and wine. Instead, he grabbed the meat and ate it with relish. From time to time, he would even say how delicious the meat was.    

This made Ann Sudong very angry and amused. He thought to himself that the little monk was still so vulgar to the point that he had started eating meat all night long.