Immortals came to this village, and Xiang Que also recognized them, and they were the cultivators in the immortal sect on the other side of the mountain.
There are five cultivators, three men and two women, wearing uniform clothing, and their cultivation is in the realm of saints. The two sit on the back of monsters, and the three step on fairy clouds under their feet. They fall from the sky and then float in
Above the old tree, looking down at the village below.
The village within a radius of hundreds of miles suddenly became lively. They almost paired up and brought the elderly children to meet the immortals, and then knelt down on the ground.
This kind of thing is very common in the fairy world, that is, cultivators from the fairy sect come to select disciples. Any child with excellent qualifications and who has immortal roots will be taken away by the fairy sect.
Xiang Que suppressed his cultivation and stood calmly aside.
Samantabhadra did not react to this, and there was no expression in his eyes. It seemed that there was no place for him to have any longing for the immortal sect, which was in a very sharp contrast with those villagers who wanted to devote themselves to worshiping the immortal sect.
When the female cultivator of the five people was choosing disciples, she came straight to Samantabhadra, then frowned and asked, "You have excellent qualifications, which is rare. We come to the village to select disciples almost every year.
But we are turned away every year, is this the same?”
Xiang Que looked at Samantabhadra with a little moved.
Samantabhadra looked at the female cultivator calmly, shook her head slowly and said, "I have no intention of cultivating immortality, immortality, the great way, and even immortality have no attractions to me. I just want to spend this life quietly.
It's... "
The female cultivator sighed and said, "You are really unreasonable. Millions of people want to become immortals. They have magic. They can move mountains and fill the seas and turn the stars. With your qualifications, you can be ranked as the Daluo Golden Immortal within a thousand years.
It is not impossible to become a saint for thousands of years, but you have no intention of practicing!”
Samantabhadra said, "You don't understand what I pursue!"
"What are you pursuing?"
Samantabhadra said, "You don't understand even if you say it!"
Female Cultivator: "..."
The conversation between the two was quite difficult to understand in the eyes of the villagers. They didn't understand that it had to be at least ten years. Every year, immortals inside and outside the mountains would come to take disciples, but every year, Samantabhadra would use these immortals.
Rejected.
He would rather sit here wither and only eat fresh fruit streams as his food, but why would he not be the immortal that everyone dreams of!
The immortal left, and when he left, the female cultivator looked back at Samantabhadra deeply, which meant that if you regretted it, it would be too late.
Samantabhadra had no response.
Later, Xiang Que asked, "Why don't you practice?"
Samantabhadra asked back: “What do you do when practicing?”
"As soon as an immortal, you can have the ability to penetrate the sky and the earth, immortality, immortality, no illness or disaster. Do you don't want these?"
Samantabhadra said: "I only want short-term brilliance, and will not look forward to long-term corruption..."
Here comes, here comes again, isn’t it?
Xiangque kept silent.
But Samantabhadra looked at him and said, "You are very stupid. You are an immortal himself, but when did you ever curry favor with you when did you see me? You should have seen that I have no feelings for becoming an immortal."
Xiang Que asked subconsciously: "How do you know I am an immortal?"
Samantabhadra looked at him with an idiot's eyes and said, "Are you stupid? You and I have been here for so many days, but you don't eat, drink, shit, or sleep. What are you not an immortal?
”
What a reasonable sentence!
"I just don't understand, what are you guarding me here, what are you guarding?" Samantabhadra asked directly at Xiang Que.
Xiang Que said: "Stay the result, but I don't know when this result will appear again..."
In the future, Xiangque has been staring at Samantabhadra for many years, waiting for him to return to the Bodhisattva position.
But unfortunately, there has never been any signs.
During these years, the immortal gate on the other side of the mountain came to the village to recruit disciples every year. Without exception, Samantabhadra refused from beginning to end, and his eyes never even loosened.
The immortals have changed one after another, but his mood has always been as solid as a rock.
In this way, decades passed, and Samantabhadra also changed from a young man in his early twenties to an old man who was old and dying in his twilight years.
Later, he couldn't even sit still, so he could only lean against the old tree, with muddy eyes in his eyes.
Xiang Que knew that his life was coming soon.
Even if he was about to die, Samantabhadra did not react at all. He even knew that if he spoke, the immortal in front of him who had been with him for decades would have a way to keep him alive.
"I'm leaving, are you going?"
Samantabhadra closed her eyes in confusion, sighed to Que, shook her head, and said, "I'll talk about it, I have to wait for the result to come out."
"If you don't leave, then continue to wait here. What you want will appear..."
Samantabhadra's eyes closed tighter, and they never opened this time.
It is normal for birth, old age, sickness and death. There are even more people who die in Xiangque's hands, but when he sees Samantabhadra die in front of him, he suddenly becomes sad.
Over the past few decades, he has lived a peaceful life, and has been guarding Samantabhadra who wants to see when he can return to the Bodhisattva position, and then does nothing.
So, when a person who has been with you for decades dies, the process is very sad.
Xiang Que buried Samantabhadra. Looking at the small grave in front of him, he frowned and said, "All dead are you unable to become a Bodhisattva? When will this end?"
Originally, Xiang Que wanted to summon Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to melancholy and see where Samantabhadra would appear after he died, but he thought of what he had said before.
"If you don't leave, keep waiting here..."
So Xiang Que waited under the old tree, waiting for the result he wanted to appear.
One morning three years later.
Xiang Que, who was lying under the tree, yawned, stretched his waist and held his eyes at the corners of his eyes, and then he saw a three or four-year-old child staggering over.
The child came to him and he understood something from the other person's eyes.
That's a sentence.
"I'm here, you're really still here..."
The child sat beside Xiang Que and said, "Are gods so idle? It doesn't matter if decades have passed. How many lifetimes will they last?"
Although he had recognized the identity of this child, Xiang Que was still extremely shocked.
Is this his reincarnation or rebirth?
The most important thing is that it also carries the memories of the past life!
Maybe it's not just a previous life?
Xiang Que asked in surprise: "What time has this been your first time?"
The child thought about it, and seriously said, "It seems like it's been eight times?"