Qianye, who had just broken through the realm and was in high spirits, was taking Ye Junyi to look at the various changes in the new world. He seemed to suddenly sense something, and he paused and frowned.
"What's wrong?"
Ye Junyi was a little surprised.
"nothing."
Qianye shook his head, his handsome face full of confusion: "I suddenly feel very uncomfortable."
uncomfortable?
Ye Junyi was stunned again and said with concern: "Your cultivation level..."
"It has nothing to do with cultivation."
Qianye himself was a little unsure, frowning and said: "It feels like someone has plundered the wool and made it into someone else's wedding dress."
There was a pop.
Ye Junyi couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.
"You think too much."
She felt.
Apart from the former Mu Qianhua, is there anyone in this world who can make Demon Lord Qianye suffer?
…
Sorry Qianye.
This is really the last time I'm going to fuck you.
I apologized silently.
Gu Han's feeling of guilt towards Qianye disappeared instantly without a trace.
The body shape rises and falls.
He has arrived on a land that is full of inspiration and the vitality of heaven and earth is almost too strong to be dissolved.
It is the Western Desert of the past!
The Western Desert was originally barren, but first Yun Jiansheng turned his sword into rain. Now there are endless opportunities to come to the world, and naturally it no longer looks like it once was withered and desolate.
Compared with then.
Today, there are many sects and aristocratic families in the Western Desert, and there are so many large and small forces. Even the number of mortals has increased dozens to hundreds of times. As far as you can see, there is a prosperous scene everywhere.
"came back……"
Gu Han sighed softly, a hint of sadness flashed in his eyes.
Same as Donghuang.
The West Desert also holds too many unforgettable memories for him.
"kindness?"
As his eyes wandered, he seemed to see something again and couldn't help but laugh.
"What a coincidence."
With his robe slightly swaying, he took one step forward and arrived at the foot of a mountain.
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There is a temple at the foot of the mountain.
There are two monks in the temple.
One has three eyes and six arms, and the other also has three eyes and six arms. Both are wearing coarse cloth monk robes, and their faces are full of compassion and kindness.
No way, no heaven!
Gu Han smiled and said, "We haven't seen each other for many years. It's great to congratulate the two masters that their skills have improved to the next level."
Of course he can see it.
Lawless is now half-immortal, comparable to the former God Emperor.
He wasn't surprised either.
Although the Xiantian Saints are not the native creatures of this world, the two brothers have already converted to the Yumu Sect and devoted themselves to the Buddha. The new will of the Great Dao has certainly made a judgment and given them a share of good fortune.
"Donor Gu?"
"Amitabha, good, good, good."
Seeing Gu Han appear suddenly, the two brothers were stunned for a moment, but they were also overjoyed, with faces full of relief.
A conversation.
Gu Han also learned that not long after he disappeared that year, the two brothers traveled around the world and became more and more profound in Buddhism. One day, they came to the West Desert to settle down, preparing to recruit many disciples and expand this lineage.
They are also waiting for someone who has a huge causal connection with them.
His eyes turned.
Gu Han looked at the main entrance of the temple. There was only a dark and rough plaque carved from elm wood with three words written on it.
Two Zen Temples.
Gu Han sighed secretly.
Jue Yuan died, the gray-robed monk died, and Yu Mu died... But they left behind lawlessness, the ideas of this lineage, and a glimmer of possibility for Guangda Zen.
"Life and death are endless reincarnations."
"But there are some things that have transcended the words life and death and run through eternity."
The two brothers deeply agreed.
"Promoting Zen is just one of them."
Unable to put his hands together, he said with a joyful expression: "The young monk came here to find someone."
Find someone?
Gu Han's heart moved: "Who is it?"
"One has a great relationship with us and with Donor Gu.
People who are implicated in cause and effect.”
Wutian sighed: "He...is suspected to be the reincarnation of Master."
Reincarnation?
Gu Han was shocked and blurted out: "Master Yumu?"
"good."
"Where is he?"
Gu Han was also very excited. He admired Yumu from the bottom of his heart.
Look at each other.
The two brothers said in unison: "Amitabha, Master... has gone to beg for food."
Gu Han: "???"
…
Ten miles away from Liangchan Temple, there is a mortal village. Although the town is not big, it has more than a hundred households, making it extremely lively.
The drizzle didn't stop.
The road is a little muddy.
A young man of more than ten years old, wearing shabby monk robes, with slightly dark skin and a dull expression, took an alms bowl, one foot deep and one shallow, and came to a farmhouse and locked the door.
The person who opened the door was a strong man.
"kindness?"
Seeing the young man's outfit, he couldn't help but be stunned.
He is obviously dressed like a monk, but he still has long hair.
"this……"
He didn't know what to call him for a while, so he could only simply say: "What do you want to do?"
"I want to beg for alms."
The dull boy handed over the alms bowl.
The strong man was stunned again, feeling that what he said was very impolite. He looked at him carefully and asked suspiciously: "Are you a monk?"
"Not yet."
The young man thought for a while and said seriously: "I haven't been tonsured yet, so I can't be considered a monk, but when I become a monk, I will be."
Strong man: "?"
For a moment, he was almost bypassed by the young man!
"You are not a monk, so what kind of destiny do you have?"
The strong man sneered: "You should be called a beggar! You should be called a little beggar!"
"It's alms."
The young man is stubborn.
"Obviously just begging for food!"
The strong man also has a stubborn temper and won't give in even a step.
"Alchemy."
"
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Begging for food!”
"Alchemy."
"..."
The strong man suddenly fell silent.
"Make you ***!!"
With a snap, a red slap mark suddenly appeared on the young man's face!
Bang.
The wooden door is closed.
The young man stood in the rain, feeling the heat on his face and the hunger in his belly, his dull face full of confusion.
I can't make it happen.
How to become a disciple? How to become a monk?
If you don't understand, you won't understand.
He has a very tenacious temperament. If this family doesn't work, then try another one.
Can……
The results are not the slightest bit different.
"If you beg for food, I can give it to you. If you beg for alms, you won't get a grain of rice!"
This is polite.
"roll!!!"
This is not welcome.
From the beginning of the village to the end of the village, he was so hungry that his chest pressed against his back, but he didn't even get half a grain of rice.
I don’t know when.
He had arrived at the last house. The owner of this house seemed to be a hunter, and he was very prosperous. There were dried meat strips hanging under the eaves.
In a small but clean courtyard.
A girl who is about the same age as the boy is holding a wooden sword. She is strong and agile and dances with style.
I took a few glances.
The young man turned around and left silently.
"Hello!"
But the girl stopped him, casually wiped her sweaty forehead, trotted over, stared at him and asked curiously: "What are you doing?"
Think about it.
The young man still told her his wish to beg alms and become a monk.
"This is not easy!"
After hearing this, the girl didn't react at all. She flicked her ponytail, showing off her youthful spirit, walked to the eaves, took out a stick of meat, and threw it to him.
"from now on!"
"You are now a qualified monk!"
The young man looked at the meat sticks in his arms and fell into deep thought. I am a person who aspires to be a monk. You want me to eat meat?