The strong wind blew up the yellow sand all over the sky and rendered the whole sky yellow, red like flowing blood, the sun hangs in the sky, and grains of sand hit the dry trunks with only a few green leaves, making a dull sound.

A man sat upright under this tree trunk that was about to be dry, or more precisely, an old monk. The strong wind blew the robes and clothes on his body and flew everywhere. Due to the thirst, there was a faint blood-colored scab on the tiny cracks on his lips, and his eyes were closed tightly, and his wrinkled face still had a calm expression.

The old monk slowly opened his eyes. This was a pair of eyes that should never appear on an old monk. It was as clear as a baby without any dust and dirt. He seemed to have experienced all the vicissitudes and insights into everything. He gently stroked the dead and rotten horse corpse by his hand. He did not have any emotional fluctuations because of the strong corpse stinking, the flying flies and maggots on it. He murmured as if he was a confidant in a peaceful and apologetic voice: "Old friend, I didn't expect you to leave me at this time. Without your company, who can accompany me to seek the true meaning of Buddha in the future?"

Speaking of this, the old monk suddenly felt something and looked in one direction.

A man in white Confucian uniform appeared in the distance. As the man walked in, the strong wind in the air and the yellow sand flying all over the sky quickly disappeared.

Looking at the young Confucian man in front of him, the old monk's eyes emitted a light that seemed to see through all the world. He sighed softly, shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I didn't expect that I would meet a Confucian saint here, and I sought the true meaning of Buddha in my life. I didn't expect that when the oil was exhausted and the lamp was gone, I saw the Confucian saint. How unfair God treated me, how righteous it was."

The old monk smiled bitterly when he said this and his face turned pale. He slowly closed his eyes, as if the scholar Haoran in front of him did not exist.

"Master, have you found the truth of Buddha?"

"It takes a lifetime to get nothing."

"What does the Buddha mean to save oneself or others? First, save oneself or others."

"There is no one in the eyes of Buddha, and there is no difference between saving oneself and others."

"Then do you ask for Buddha to ask others or yourself? Do you want others to obtain Buddhahood or yourself?"

Hearing scholar Haoran's words, the old monk opened his eyes, looked at scholar Haoran with a calm smile, and said in surprise: "I didn't expect you to understand the essence of Buddha."

"There is no difference. The world is basically the source of all things, and I personally have a little bit of digging in it. Now it's really a good example.

"What's a little bit of trouble?" The old monk's eyes emitted a wise light, and he looked at scholar Haoran carefully up and down, with a dazzling light emitted in his eyes.

The old monk's face suddenly changed and he said in surprise: "How can I think your numerology is not incompatible with this world at all, it seems, it seems..."

"It seems that I am not from this world?" Scholar Haoran took the words of the old monk, handed a package in his hand and said, "Master, what do you think of the roots and bones of this child?"

The old monk looked at Tang Feng lying in the package and said lightly: "The birth of the innate world is a strange creature to practice in the future. But what does this have to do with me? I wonder if I was crazy about traveling all over the world. Although it was not as good as this child, I still saw many beautiful people in the world."

It seemed that he had already known the old monk's temper. Scholar Haoran said lightly: "Master, I still said what I said just now: Seeking Buddha, what is the root of Buddha? What is your root of me?"

Hearing scholar Haoran's words, the old monk was stunned. It seemed that he had never thought about this question before, and murmured to himself: "Since I became sensible, I have been studying Buddhism hard, and I have always found the true meaning of Buddha. Finally, I traveled all over the world to seek how to become a Buddha, but I have never seen anyone. As for the root of seeking Buddha??"

"Hahahaha." The old monk suddenly burst into laughter, tears flowed out of his eyes, and he said to himself: "Ask a silly, ask a silly, your fundamental question is to solve doubts, not to seek the true meaning of Buddha."

The old monk stood up slowly with his body, bowed deeply to Scholar Haoran, and said a little sadly: "I didn't expect that I would waste my whole life. Although I have found a way, I have already had all my energy and cannot truly obtain the true meaning of Buddha."

He sighed a long time, his face full of regret, but immediately this expression disappeared, and he said with a wry smile: "People's hearts are not enough, but people's hearts are not enough. It seems that my heart is not firm."

"Although the master cannot obtain the true meaning of Buddha, the master can completely seek a disciple to continue the path of master, and in the end it will not be in vain that the master's lifelong pursuit will continue with the master's ambition."

"That's right. The saint has sought this, and is it because of this son who came to me?" After getting rid of the shackles in his heart, the old monk said with a joking look: "Even if I want to find a disciple, why do I want him?"

"This is very simple. First, although this sentence is not good, the master's life will not last long. It is very difficult to find a disciple that satisfies himself. Second: This child is destined to be with the master." Scholar Haoran looked at the old monk in front of him, and looked at Tang Feng in the package with complicated eyes and said, "I don't want this child to be a master. Although I am a saint, I can see the cause and effect clearly, and even change the cause and effect at some times, but a certain way of fate on the Tao is destined, and I can only follow the heavens."

Tang Feng, who was lying in the package, was planning for his future career. He thought that after worshiping this scholar Haoran as his teacher, he would soon become a master in this world of cultivation. At that time, his beautiful sister... Thinking of a happy life in the future, Tang Feng's face was filled with a happy expression.

Tang Feng, who was yy, suddenly heard scholar Haoran ask him to worship this old monk as his teacher, and was stunned. What is a monk? Monks just can’t eat meat, drink alcohol, and...one of them is that they can’t soak up girls.

"I, I don't want to be a monk. Although I used to sell some antiques in Buddhism, I was completely uninterested in being a monk." Tang Feng, who was crying mentally, twisted his body, waved his fists, and protested at scholar Haoran.

When the old monk heard the words of scholar Haoran, he was also stunned. However, he still couldn't understand the feelings of scholar Haoran that had reached the level of a saint. However, based on his past experience, it seems that what scholar Haoran in front of him said was indeed true.

After taking the package of scholar Haoran and looking carefully at Tang Feng who was churning his body, the old monk shouted in surprise: "I didn't expect that this little monk had already lit the scar of the ring, and it seemed that he really had a destiny to be with me in Buddhism."

When scholar Haoran heard this, his eyes changed and his body stiffened, but he immediately said with a smile: "Congratulations to Master for getting a good disciple. Your and my fate has ended, and I should leave."

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared into the air without waiting for the old monk's response.

The old monk didn't care about the disappearing scholar Haoran, as if this scholar Haoran did not exist, had a satisfied smile on his face, teasing Tang Feng with his dry hands, and said with a smile: "Do you have a destiny with me? Or do you have a destiny with my Dharma?"

Seeing the old monk teasing him like this and thinking that he would become a little monk in the future, Tang Feng's heart was filled with depression, but despite how his little hands and small arms expressed his attitude, the old monk in front of him completely ignored it.

"Chi..." The depressed Tang Feng used his only weapon to urinate quickly, spraying his face at the old monk who was facing him.

"Hahahaha!" The old monk who was sprayed all over his face let out a hearty laugh. Such laughter echoed between the world, and a strong colorful Buddha light burst out from the old monk's body and quickly spread around. The whole world was filled with a strong sense of peace.

The trees that were about to die quickly exuded a strong vitality. All the branches quickly grew and turned green. The leaves emitted a faint brilliance under the illumination of their eyes. The entire crown was green, and the dry and cracked trunks quickly became smoother.
Chapter completed!