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

In the evening, the two people reunited. Of course, the relationship they had been separated for thirty years was not related to each other, but this kind of life-saving grace was more important than Mount Tai. I guess it was the time when the two of us were reminiscing about old times, so Li Dakui and I didn't bother much and just helped prepare some food in the kitchen.

Among them was the little monk who saved us.

The monk's name was Tao. He had been adopted by his master since he was a child, so he was inseparable. He had been taking care of his master's food and daily life all these years.

I asked, is your master also an expert outside the world?

Hearing what I said, the young monk was confused and asked me what is a worldly master?

How should I put it, he is very capable?

I asked him after gesticulating for a long time.

The little monk didn't answer, I just smiled, and then cooked some simple dishes in the kitchen, but these dishes were all grown by myself in the vegetable garden in the backyard.

Li Dakui asked him, "How can you grow vegetables in the vegetable garden with such skills? Wouldn't that be an insult to your talents?"

The young monk was also very sincere and smiled without saying a word.

Soon, there was a table full of food. Although they were all vegetarian dishes, the smell made people want to stop eating.

"Eat, eat, you're welcome."

Li Dakui seems to have turned his back on guests.

Unexpectedly, this little monk was not only good at cooking, he was also very good at cooking, which was comparable to that of a chef.

Let me just say, if you stop being a monk one day, you will never have to worry about food and clothing.

The little monk just blinked and stared at us.

"Oh, the name is the orphan I adopted when I was young. Just like me, he is also a miserable person." The monk sighed.

Later I learned that this monk's name was Mu Yi. After escaping from the Japs' underground project, he was originally looking for his relatives. Unexpectedly, they were all displaced during the war, with numerous casualties and casualties. After several years of searching, there was no news. Some people said that they saw their corpses, and some even said that they saw them being killed by the Japanese.

But after so long, the matter was settled.

In an accident, Muyi was also infected with the plague.

Just before he died, he met a man, treated him and gave him some skills. After that, the man left. That person seemed to have some connection with Buddhism, and Mu Yi later became a Buddhist disciple.

"But after that, I never saw the person who saved me again."

Mu Yi seemed a little regretful.

"There is no need to get too involved in worldly matters."

The old man ate the food. It was obvious that the old man was addicted to alcohol, but this was a temple, so it was not easy to ask questions.

"Have you not stayed in that place all these years? Why are you still coming out?" Hearing Mu Yi mention this, he thought he knew something about the old man.

"Relic."

The old man spoke bluntly.

"What?"

After hearing this, Wood Art felt like he was facing a formidable enemy and was sitting on pins and needles.

I quickly asked him if he knew anything about the relics.

It was not easy for everyone in the Wood Art Buddhist Family to lie, so he didn't say it clearly, but he could still detect it from his evasive eyes.

He nodded.

Then he mentioned this matter. The relic is the testimony of Buddha after his Nirvana and rebirth. It can seek good luck and avoid bad luck, which is naturally known to the world.

However, people in the world only know one, but not the other.

Mu Yi said that the relic is not only the product of Buddha's Nirvana and rebirth, but also a guardian spirit master about the shocking secrets of the world.

According to legend, during Xuanzang's trip to Tianzhu, it was certain that he got a secret about saving all sentient beings, which was also a witness to changing the history of human civilization. However, he was worried about it at the time and did not publish it to the public. Public. Xuanzang sealed this secret in the jade pendant keys of the four major families, which was related to a scripture. And that scripture was swept away by the Eight-Nation Allied Forces as early as the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

So for hundreds of years, this rumor fell into disuse. Until the start of the Silk Road Archaeological Project, everything came back again.

"If the relics that everyone mentioned were really in this temple, I'm afraid it would cause a big storm and bring disaster to all living beings."

Mu Yi sighed, frowning and worried.

The old man said, it must be right, otherwise how could the ancestor of the Five Poisons appear here, and there are enemies hidden around us, all of them watching eagerly.

Obviously, those people seemed determined to get this Buddhist temple.

Mu Yi told us that before the Buddhist Association, there was a donation ceremony. It was said that the envoy from Tianzhu would donate a scripture and the Buddha's head to Daci'en Temple, and all walks of life were also eyeing this stall.

"When will this donation ceremony begin?"

I asked.

Mu Yi did the math, then narrowed his eyes slightly and said, it will be just one week later.

Only one week left!

"By the way, please don't wander around in this important place of Buddhism." In the evening, after Mu Yi arranged for us to go to bed, he gave us a special instruction before leaving.

"knew."

I answered.

We were arranged to a slightly quieter place. Strangely enough, the Daci'en Temple is full of empty houses and there are very few monks...