Martial Cultivator

The white-browed old monk walked out of the main hall and happened to see Chen Chao waiting in the distance.

Chen Chao took the initiative to greet him and said, "Master, please come with me."

The screams of the innocent souls in the mountains are due to the white-browed old monk's exquisite Dharma and superb state of mind. Others cannot know where those innocent souls are, but Chen Chao knew because he dug many holes that year.

Many of those people were young men who fled from Weizhou with him. They were all deceived into this mountain. In the end, except for him, they all died.

Walking along the familiar path towards the back mountain, Chen Chao felt a little heavy.

After escaping from here, what Chen Chao wanted to do was to return here one day and do something.

At least do something for those companions who died.

The white-browed old monk followed Chen Chao and looked at the young man's back. For no reason, he felt that the young man in front of him was exactly the same as the young prince he had seen in the city of God.

He didn't know what kind of person this young man would become in the future, but he knew very well that after many years, the young prince became a great emperor.

That is the current Emperor Liang.

No matter how long the road is, it will eventually end one day, not to mention that the road here is not long in the first place. The white-browed old monk did not speak, and the two of them were just silent.

"Master, we're here."

Chen Chao stood in front of an open space, which was the back hill of Chongming Mountain. The seemingly ordinary land in front of him was barren of grass and the soil was a little dark.

The white-browed old monk suddenly sighed.

Chen Chao also understood this truth.

If vegetation wants to grow, it naturally needs some fertile soil. To a certain extent, corpses can be said to be a kind of fertilizer. With corpses buried deep in the ground, vegetation should grow more lushly, but if there is something under this land There are too many corpses, which means too much is too much, so natural vegetation cannot grow. The place will look like a bare area, and no vegetation will grow, which means there will be many corpses underground.

The white-browed old monk stood here, clasped his hands, and whispered the Buddha's name with some compassion, "Amitabha."

Then he slowly sat down with his legs crossed, his monk's robe hanging to the ground, and then he began to recite scriptures about the past life.

As the white-browed old monk begins to recite scriptures, his mouth will spit out complicated words that are blooming with Buddha's light. Not many people recognize those complicated words now. It was the original man who returned with the scriptures on his white horse. What the monks brought back from the distant Buddhist land is just a legend. As for the location of the Buddhist land, it is no longer possible to find out.

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r\u003e  Nowadays, only a few monks can fully understand these texts that come from that distant Buddhist land. There is no doubt that as long as those monks who can understand those scriptures that come from that distant Buddhist land are destined to be Buddhists, The eminent monk there.

As those complicated words shining with Buddha's light appeared one by one in the world, Chen Chao also heard some moaning sounds. Those sounds were very strange, like a person who had been trapped for a long time and finally got free one day. He let out a contented moan.

A moment later, moans were heard everywhere in the world, one after another, right next to Chen Chao's ears.

The old monk with white eyebrows was reciting scriptures quietly. At this time, his whole body was exuding Buddha light, just like a real Buddha.

A monk like this may also be a real Buddha.

I don’t know how long it took, all the Buddha’s light dispersed, and those voices disappeared. The white-browed old monk opened his eyes, looked at Chen Chao, and said with some compassion, "Actually, the so-called salvation in the past life is of no use. The resentment here is too heavy. After death, the soul It is difficult to leave. Once you stay too long, you will not even have the chance to reincarnate. The three disasters and six calamities are terrible, but what is even more terrible is that they now have no chance to withstand the three houses and six calamities. That is even more terrible, but Dispel the resentment so that their remaining souls will not be trapped here, nor will resentful spirits be born here many years later."

Although the white-browed old monk looked at what Chen Chao said, it seemed that he meant more to himself.

Chen Chao did not answer because he felt that the white-browed old monk did not speak to him.

The white-browed old monk's eyes were always on him. After being silent for a moment, the old monk said, "An old friend spoke very well of you."

Chen Chao did not know the identity of the white-browed old monk. He only knew that he came from Luming Temple. The temple had a history with the Liang Dynasty, so the Chen Dynasty had no choice but to answer this question, "Master Miao Zan."

The white-browed old monk shook his head and said, "My old friend stood very tall, taller than me, so I believe what he said."

Naturally, he could tell that Chen Chao was complimenting him.

But when he said this, Chen Chao didn't know what to say.

The white-browed old monk smiled and said, "I can read people's palms, I wonder if you can let me see it?"

Chen Chao hesitated for a moment and then

It was dubious.

The white-browed old monk just looked at him with a smile.

Perhaps out of curiosity, or perhaps because of the white-browed old monk's act of salvation just now, Chen Chao had a lot of good impressions. After hesitating for a moment, Chen Chao walked up and stretched out his right hand.

The white-browed old monk reminded me warmly, "It's the left hand."

Chen Chao retracted his hand in embarrassment, and then stretched out his other hand.

The white-browed old monk smiled, but didn't say anything. He just stretched out his finger, and a drop of golden blood dripped from his fingertip and landed on Chen Chao's palm.

Chen Chao was stunned, a little absent-minded. When he was in the academy, he followed Xie Nandu to read many classics. It also mentioned that Taoist masters and Buddhist eminent monks were called "Zhenren" after they had reached the state of forgetfulness. There will also be the title of Da Zhenren in the book. If you want to have the title of Da Zhenren, in addition to having a profound realm and exquisite Taoism, you must also be an existence with high prestige in the Tao sect, just like the Wan Wan Zhenren at the beginning. The great master of the Heavenly Palace, the master of Saint Zhu Xia, is the real great master. .🅆.

The title of Buddhism is even simpler, and the eminent monk can summarize it. However, they are also eminent monks. There is a huge difference in whether the blood in the body can turn into this golden color. The white-browed old monk in front of him has the blood in the body turned into golden color. , although the bright red in the blood can still be vaguely seen, it is obvious that this white-browed old monk has gone a long way in the realm of Wangyou, and is only half a step away from the real great creation.

Chen Chao watched this scene silently, and then swallowed all the shock in his stomach. He watched the drop of golden blood in front of him fall into his palm, and then slowly followed the lines of his palm and went in all directions, like One after another, dragons.

The white-browed old monk smiled and said, "Don't worry, it will still do you some good."

Even if there is only one drop of the blood of a Buddhist eminent monk, it is not considered ordinary.

Seeing the blood invading his body, Chen Chao's face changed slightly, because at this moment, the white mist in his body reacted violently and began to force the blood out, allowing the blood that invaded his body to flow out. , and was forced out along the lines.

Looking at the blood that reappeared on the surface of Chen Chao's palm.

Of course the white-browed old monk knew there was something strange, but he just shook his head and said, "It's a pity that the fate has not come yet."

That drop of blood was deliberately forced out by him, but in the end it was wasted.

Chen Chao remained silent. He could feel that the white mist in his body was causing trouble, but he couldn't tell it.

The white-browed old monk looked at his palm that had not yet been withdrawn, and felt

Some people sighed and said, "I don't have enough cultivation to see these things clearly. If the donor is interested, he can come to Luming Temple. There is a senior in the temple who can give the donor the answer?"

Chen Chao asked, "Dare I ask Master, what answer do I want?"

The white-browed old monk said before that he knew people by looking at palms, but he didn't know what he was looking at. Now that he said this again, Chen Chao was naturally confused.

The white-browed old monk looked at Chen Chao and asked, "Is there nothing the donor wants to know?"

Chen Chao was a little silent, looking at the old monk with white eyebrows, there were some very complicated emotions in his eyes.

"Will there be an answer to everything?"

Chen Chao thought for a while and asked softly.

The white-browed old monk shook his head and said with a smile, "Maybe there are some things that the donor doesn't need to ask, because he will have the answer in his heart."

Chen Chao smiled and did not answer.

The old monk with white eyebrows said, "No matter what, I would like to invite the donor to sit at Luming Temple."

Luming Temple, as the Buddha's head in Buddhism, has actually been very low-key over the years. It almost ignores worldly affairs and will not take the initiative to invite anyone into Luming Temple.

Chen Chao was silent for a long time and nodded.

Since there is no set time, there is nothing to worry about. Can we go anytime?

The white-browed old monk glanced at him, as if he had read through his thoughts, but he didn't say anything and just walked towards the main hall.

Chen Chao followed him and looked at his palm.

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The discussion in the main hall will not stop just because the white-browed old monk leaves. After all, it is the Tsing Yi Taoist and the guardian envoy who really speaks.

The guardian looked around and said calmly, "Chongming Mountain should no longer exist. This is the request of the imperial court. The remaining disciples can be investigated carefully. If the crime is relatively minor, their cultivation will be ruined and they will be expelled from the mountain. Those who have committed serious crimes shall be sent to the capital of God for a thorough trial.”

Hearing this, several Chongming Sect Taoists who were listening in the corner looked ugly. After the death of Zhenren Tie Yun, they originally thought that all accountability would stop, but they never expected that the guard envoy would still go after he opened his mouth. A Chongming sect was involved.

This made them very scared, and they had to look at the Taoists around them, hoping that these comrades would help them.

But no one paid attention to them.

This made them feel extremely desperate.