Golden Forbidden Land: I am at the highest level, exploring the secrets of immortality

The old man said, don't bow your head even if you die.

Poor Da Kui and I haven't lived enough. This old man is over a hundred years old, and he can spend his old age in peace, but we don't want to die yet...

The old man stared at us and asked why we were so unmotivated.

We both smiled bitterly, shook our heads, and said nothing more.

I asked, is there no other way, can we just sit and wait for death?

The old man said frankly that the authentic Taoist priests of Maoshan Dragon and Tiger Gate chased for three days and three nights, but could not find the hiding place of this old poison. When the Taoist priests of Maoshan found the master who chased the old poison, they found that the Taoist priest was just a pile of dry bones.

So, he apologized for this, but there was nothing he could do.

"Hahaha..."

The old poison was now blue and purple all over, and the ghost monkey lying behind him seemed to be afraid and motionless. The dense insects on the ground had corroded all the stones at this moment, and all the places they passed were black mud and turned into ashes.

"Is there no god to save me?"

I sighed to the sky.

"Boom!"

As soon as these words came out, who could have expected that the whole mountain temple would explode, and a smoke bomb was thrown in from outside, and the fog immediately filled the whole broken temple.

Just when we didn't know what to do, and there was no way to go in or out, after the smoke filled the air, I felt someone dragging me out the door, and my body was light and floating.

"Cough cough."

I heard a series of rapid coughs in my ears, and there was no time to ask more. It was pitch black in front of my eyes and I couldn't see anything, but I felt that my body fell heavily on some wooden lump, and my back hurt.

I almost cried in pain.

Then I heard the sound of wheels, it was the old-fashioned human-powered cart, I felt like I was thrown on the board, upside down, and I felt sick in my heart, and I almost vomited.

"Go!"

It was a horse-drawn cart.

It's not surprising that most of the goods transported in this ancient temple are horse-drawn carts.

"Ah..."

I hadn't recovered yet, I only heard the man yelling, and then heard a roar of a horse neighing, half of the body was raised, and I fell several meters away and landed on the ground.

"Ouch..."

Beside me, it wasn't just me, Da Kui and the old man were also screaming.

"My old waist..."

"Oh, I forgot about you, sorry." After saying that, the driver put down his hat, walked in front of us, touched his head, and then said, "Sorry, really sorry, my hand was soft just now, I forgot about you..."

"Who are you?"

I stood up and saw that the man in front of me was a little monk, about ten years old, and he didn't seem to have any hostility.

Moreover, if he hadn't saved us just now, I'm afraid we would all be a pile of dry bones now.

"My master... the abbot wants to see you, please!"

After the monk finished speaking, he took us up a step.

The temple is located on a high ground, and the ancient pines on both sides are quite artistic. The whole temple is hidden in the foot of the ancient temple. It is difficult to detect from a distance. Besides, at the end of the dozen steps, there is a rusty iron door. It can be seen that it has not been opened for many years, so the little monk spent a long time to open the heavy iron door.

"It's inside!"

Along the way, we all asked who the owner was.

The little monk just smiled and said nothing.

At the end of the temple, there is a building like an ancient castle, surrounded by walls, and it is separated from the other temples around Da Ci'en Temple.

Inside the building, about five or six meters high, there are crisscrossing Buddha statues, lined up in a row of hundreds of Arhats, and the most central position is the Great Sun Tathagata.

Under the altar of the Tathagata, there is a man kneeling, turning the scriptures with his left hand and knocking the wooden fish with his right hand.

"Master, they are here."

The little monk saluted on the side.

"Okay, you go down and rest first." The man said, and the little monk left our sight as he said.

"Dong Dong Dong..."

The man did not rush to speak at this moment, but knocked the wooden fish a few times, then put his hands together, knelt down again devoutly, kowtowed and bowed.

It was a monk with a white beard.

The man turned around, then looked at us, stared at the old man, squinted his eyes, looked a little kind, and asked, "Do you still remember me?"

The old man scratched his nose, looked around, scratched his head, as if he couldn't think of such a monk even after racking his brains.

"I hate monks the most, so..."

The old man spoke frankly.

"Hahaha!"

The man laughed, and then said, "Do you remember what happened decades ago?"

Then, the monk talked about what happened back then.

It turned out that this monk was the young man who worked together in the Japanese underground project during the Anti-Japanese War. I really didn't expect that after decades, the changes were so great that no one could recognize each other.

"It's you?"

The old man was overjoyed, as if he had found a savior.

"Hahaha, so many years have passed, and we've all grown old."

The monk said, "You've grown old too..."