Prehistoric life

The figure he suddenly encountered turned out to be a monk, which surprised Zhou Cheng.

Without thinking too much, he immediately stepped forward to pay his respects: "Junior Zhou Cheng, I have met the senior bitter monk."

Although he didn't know the origin of the other party, he had a close relationship with the Wa Palace, but he was kind to him. And if the monk hadn't deliberately given him some advice, he wouldn't have been able to learn the two magical powers left by Emperor Kuzu.

Although these two moves consume a lot of energy, it goes without saying that they are miraculous. Two dragons who were beyond their own realm and a sword god general who was one level higher than themselves were all hated by this move, and the sword god general was even more stunned.

If you don't learn these two magical skills, you won't be able to come to the eighth heaven. Without the help of the dark things behind you, even if you have the Daoyan Sword and the Five Directions Flag, you can't defeat Long Zibaxia, and you can only drink hatred.

The third heaven.

"It turns out to be fellow Taoist Zhou Cheng!" The bitter monk returned the gift immediately, and then sighed: "We haven't seen each other for many days, but we meet again here. The cause and effect is really difficult to explain."

Zhou Cheng was a little confused when he heard this, so he asked again: "How did the senior come to the eighth heaven?"

"I came here after leaving Wa Palace and wanted to look around. I didn't mean to make a special trip." The bitter monk explained.

Zhou Cheng wanted to say something, but suddenly he saw two golden lights flying down from the front. In a moment, they were in front of him. They were two Taoists dressed somewhat similar to the monks. The difference was that these two Taoists both had hair.

The top of the head is spread loosely.

I didn't know the origins of the two people, and I was about to ask, but I heard two Taoists shouting: "Master!"

Master? Zhou Cheng was stunned. Although he was facing himself, he was definitely not calling him. Naturally, the only one was the bitter monk. Seeing that these two people were both at the peak of the sub-sage, they must be the disciples of the bitter monk.

"That's good. That's good. Why are you two fellow Taoists doing this?" The bitter monk turned around and used another name.

One party called him master, while the other called him friend. This situation seemed a bit strange. However, since he was an outsider, it seemed inconvenient to say anything. Zhou Cheng could only watch from the sidelines.

"Master, I am Fazang!"

"Master, I am Mingjue!"

The two Taoists immediately knelt down and gave them a great gift.

But the bitter monk took a few steps back to avoid the two people's greetings. He clasped his hands and said slowly: "Good, good, the cause and effect of the past life is like smoke, like mist, and like the bubbles of a dream. Amitabha is in the past, poor monk."

It is also."

Hearing this, it was obvious that he did not want to admit that he was the master of those two people. However, the two Taoists refused and kowtowed: "Master, we were your disciples in the previous life, we will also be your disciples in this life, and we will always be your disciples."

The bitter monk shook his head: "That's good, that's good. My Taoist friend's words are wrong. Your master is Amitabha, not the bitter monk."

"Amitabha's path is wrong and leads to bitter consequences. He can only atone for his sins with his own body. Everything in the past is in the past, and now he is reborn. He is a miserable monk, not Amitabha. Therefore, the poor monk is no longer the master of the two."

Past life, present life, Zhou Cheng was shocked. It turned out that these three people were monks who had memories of previous lives, but they did not know their identities in previous lives. According to what the bitter monk said, he seemed to have done something wrong in his previous life and had no choice but to atone for his sins. Although now he has obtained

New life, but it is no longer what it used to be.

The two of them still couldn't get up, but they just knelt down in the air and crawled forward: "If the master is no longer Amitabha, then the disciple's teacher is a bitter monk. Please accept me as a disciple, senior!"

The poor monk sighed and shook his head again: "That's good, that's good. Amitabha's path is wrong and affects all people, so it can no longer be followed. Now the poor monk is also at a loss and doesn't know where he is."

"Cultivating the Tao, cultivating the heart, and cultivating the Dharma. If the poor monk doesn't know the way, and he can't save himself, how can he save others? If he can't teach himself, how can he teach others? That's why the poor monk is not qualified to accept two people as his disciples."

"Master!" The two Taoists became anxious and knelt forward, kneeling heavily. At this time, the monk had retreated to one side, and the two men actually knelt down in front of Zhou Cheng and called him Master.

"This..." Zhou Cheng was stunned for a moment and didn't know how to respond. He always felt embarrassed.

The two people felt that something was wrong. They looked up suddenly and found that it was no longer a monk in front of them, but a man they had never seen before. They immediately stood up.

"Um... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it! You two are so skilled that I couldn't hide in time!" Zhou Cheng could only explain dryly.

"Good, good!" The bitter monk on the side clasped his hands together again, then bowed to Zhou Cheng and saluted: "Thank you, fellow Taoist, for cutting off the cause and effect for me."

"Senior, this... misunderstanding is really big!" Zhou Cheng said hurriedly.

Although it is not yet clear what it means to cut off cause and effect, once you hear it, you will know that it must be something serious. I am only a Taiyi Golden Immortal, how can I care about the private affairs of the people in front of me.

Especially when he heard the meaning behind the words of the bitter monk, that he actually had the intention to bring things to his own body, it made his scalp numb.

The two Taoists seemed to have good cultivation. If they were upset and vented their anger on themselves, what would they do?

I was only thinking about avoiding the Thousand-Change God Lord and the Heart-Tearing Demon Lord that Hong Yun mentioned, but I didn't expect to encounter such a thing. It was simply unexplainable.

"Master!" At this moment, the Taoist named Mingjue became anxious and shouted loudly: "If Amitabha's way is wrong, then where should we go?"

The Taoist named Fazang also nodded: "Teacher, if you think the Tao is wrong, correct it. As disciples, shouldn't we also follow suit and correct it?"

The bitter monk shook his head: "This is my fault in the past life, and I should make up for it in this life, but it cannot be made up by the relationship between master and disciple. I still don't know where my way is, so naturally I have nothing to teach you. Since I can't teach you, why should I teach you?

Said he was your master?"

"If you have no merit, you won't be rewarded, and if you don't teach, how can you call yourself a teacher? If things are like this, why should you two insist on insisting on insisting on it?"

Fazang shook his head: "Unless we insist on it, I never thought I would see you again, Master!"

The bitter monk clasped his hands together and closed his eyes slightly: "Good, good, thanks to the great mercy of Almsgiver Chen, I have been given the opportunity to ask again. Naturally, I dare not easily establish cause and effect again."

"As the two Taoist friends said, since they didn't expect to see me, they really didn't see me. Moreover, the two Taoist friends have given up the two names of Fa Zang Ming Jue, which means cutting off the past life. This is

Fortunately, why go astray again!"

"Master..." The two Taoists were anxious, but they didn't know how to refute.

"Well, Senior Bitter Monk, since these two fellow Taoists are so thoughtful, why do you have to reject them thousands of miles away?" Zhou Cheng finally couldn't help but talk to the side.

Suddenly he remembered that he hadn't introduced himself yet, and he hurriedly bowed to the two people and said, "I've met you two, and we'll be together next week."

The two Taoists also returned the courtesy: "I have met fellow Taoist, we are from Bodhi Peak."

"The poor monk welcomes you!"

"The Poor Monk Zhunti!" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature for better novels and faster updates!