The simple Zen room, the faint scent of incense, and the wooden fish make a regular sound of "Tuk, Tuk, Tuk"
An old monk crossed his legs peacefully, closed his eyes, and tapped the wooden fish with his withered hand. He didn't even notice that Mo Yang had been standing for a while.
The old monk looked very old, with a gray beard and deep grooves on his face.
Seeing that the old monk had not responded for a long time, Mo Yang said, "I wonder what the master wants from me?"
Finally, the old monk stopped tapping the wooden fish with his hand. He was trembling a little. He still closed his eyes tightly and said in a trembling voice: "The donor is here. I have been waiting for the donor for a long time."
"I just saw the master beating wooden fish, so I didn't dare to disturb him."
"I am blind, and my hearing is not very good. The sun is setting over the western mountains, but I finally waited for the donor. It must have been more than ten years." The old monk's voice was a little vague.
"More than ten years? I have never met the master, how come it is more than ten years?" Mo Yang wondered. People in this time and space are very strange, and there are many incredible strange things.
The old monk slowly said: "This is no longer important. I just want to give a few words to the donor. I hope the donor will remember it."
"Please give me some advice, Master"
"No matter where the donor belongs in the future, he must let go of the resentment in his heart."
Belonging? A hint of evil flashed in Mo Yang's eyes. Who is this old monk? "I have no resentment in my heart."
The old monk sighed and said: "No, it is not the benefactor's resentment, but it is the benefactor's resentment? This is a calamity."
Mo Yang stared at the old monk closely and asked: "How does the master know that I am in trouble?"
"The hostility in the donor"
Tribulation, blood curse, Mo Yang asked tentatively: "Is there a solution?"
The old monk sighed again, "It depends on the benefactor's fortune. The blood coagulation fruit can relieve pain for a period of time. There are two in the palace."
Blood coagulation fruit? I’ve only read about it in books, but I’ve never seen it before, and I don’t know if it really exists. “Thank you, Master, for telling me. May I ask Master, is there anything wrong with what I’m doing now?”
"There must be a certain certainty that the donor can appear here."
"Since the decision has already been made, am I not redundant?" She will not be willing to let fate be at the mercy of fate, only she has control of everything!
"No, if there is a cause, there must be an effect. No matter whether the donor succeeds or fails, Buddha will not blame the donor. I hope the donor will remember it, and the donor will go."
When Mo Yang saw that the old monk had issued an order to expel guests, he stopped bothering him and said, "Thank you, Master, for your words."