On the bank of the West Sea, the bonfire was still beating, crackling, and burning brightly.
It was strange that the old man was holding the bowl of the sea, but he did not continue to "drink from the sea" wantonly. He drank in small sips and tasted it carefully, his old eyes squinting slightly, looking very intoxicated.
At this time, the two little beasts had also calmed down. They held the bowls in their little paws and imitated the old man, chirping and drinking in small sips.
It seemed that because they had found a common hobby, the two little guys no longer rejected the strange old man so much. Instead, they got together, gathered around the big black pot, and ate meat and drank soup together.
Not far away, Xia Mang was sitting with his back against a big stone, his aura rising and falling, sometimes strong and sometimes weak.
He blamed the old man for being greedy, but he didn't forget Xia Mang. He had already fed Xia Mang another bowl of soup. Xia Mang had used "Black Fire" rashly before, and then forced himself to take action, completely running out of oil and drying up the lamp, causing him to faint and lay down.
fall.
At that time, Xia Mang was like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time. This meat slice soup was indeed good, with strong medicinal effects and vigorous vitality. After Xia Mang took it, it was of great help and his breath soon became stable.
A lot.
Of course, recently, the sky has collapsed and the earth has collapsed, and the "heaven" has leaked its essence. As a result, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has become much more vigorous, much better than in the past. Especially in this place beside the West Sea, surrounded by mountains and rivers, the spiritual energy is even more pure.
, which was of great help to Xia Mang in healing his injuries.
Two hours later, Xia Mang opened his eyes, still looking a little tired.
He was seriously injured before, and now he has only regained some energy. However, he did not continue. He just stabilized the injury first and planned to use the medicinal effect of the meat slice soup to slowly recover.
This strange old man came in a strange way and his purpose was unclear. This made him unable to feel at ease and unwilling to continue, so he forced himself to wake up.
"You sacrificed the Midsummer Black Fire this time and injured your origin. If you kill yourself, you should continue to heal." The strange old man's voice came. He didn't even turn around, but he had already noticed that Xia Mang was awake.
Come.
"It doesn't matter." Xia Mang stood up and came to the campfire. "I am trapped here. If I am injured, it will make them feel more at ease."
"How cunning." The strange old man curled his lips.
Xia Mang smiled, squatted beside the big black pot, and said nothing more.
"Boy, the old man asks you again, how about you become your teacher?" The strange old man looked at Xia Mang, his eyes narrowed, and he said, "The old man will definitely teach you the essence of Buddhism that he has learned through meditation for many years."
He mentioned the matter of accepting a disciple again, and he didn't know whether he really fell in love with Xia Mang or for other reasons.
"The essence of Buddhism?" Xia Mang plucked the dry wood and said with a smile, "Is this the Dharma that you comprehended?"
"Of course." The strange old man said proudly: "I will not follow the path that others have walked."
"Then who is the Buddha in the heart of the senior?" Xia Mang asked: "Since you are a Buddhist practitioner, if you don't have faith, then why should you practice Buddhism or pursue the path?"
"If the Buddha doesn't help me, I will become a Buddha on my own." The strange old man chuckled and said, "The Buddha in the old man's heart is naturally myself."
Xia Mang was startled and looked strange. This old guy really didn't take the usual path!
"Are you really a monk from Prajna Temple?"
After a while, Xia Mang asked, with a strange look in his eyes. In his impression, all monks should be similar to the Six-wheeled Buddha. Although they are not all empty, they should believe in and worship Buddha, rather than like this weird old man.
He is apostate and does not worship the Buddha in his heart.
"It was a long time ago." The strange old man said with narrowed eyes.
"How long is long?" Xia Mang caught the key word.
"Five hundred years ago, eight hundred years ago, or a thousand years ago?" The strange old man's old eyes became dark, as if he was a little disappointed, "The old man can't remember exactly how long it was."
Xia Mang was stunned and frowned: "Senior, since you don't want to tell me, there's no need to make up lies to fool me."
The strange old man was stunned and said in confusion: "Fooling you?"
"You said a thousand years ago, doesn't that mean you have lived at least a thousand years?"
Xia Mang raised his eyebrows and said: "As far as I know, even the great master who aspires to the throne can only live for a thousand years, but how many people can really live for a thousand years? The senior said that he has lived for more than a thousand years.
Nian, how can Xia Mang believe this?"
Ordinary creatures in the world can only live for a hundred years, and the great sage who aspires to the throne can only live for a thousand years. Even if there are some good fortune, it is difficult to exceed this fixed number. In Xia Mang's view, the strange old man is obviously talking nonsense.
The strange old man was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Maybe the old man remembered it wrong. Alas, as I get older, my memory will always be a little confusing..."
Xia Mang was speechless. He didn't think that this old man was having trouble working.
At this moment, there was a sudden noise not far away. Xia Mang's mind was moved and he looked in the direction of Prajna Temple.
There is a little bald guy running over there.
The little bald man is about two feet tall, wearing a light blue monk's robe. He has a bright bald head, six ring scars on his head, a round face, and large earlobes. He looks like a young monk.
Xia Mang was stunned, his pupils contracted, because he felt that this little bald head looked very similar to the little boy with a red bellyband who jumped out of the ancient stone next to the sinkhole that day!
"It's not really that little guy, is it?"
Xia Mang said to himself, but the little boy with a red bellyband back then was only about a foot long. Now he is more than two feet tall, and he is running. But the little boy with a red bellyband can only crawl on the ground, and how can he be as lively as this little bald one?
?
How long has it been, ten days, or half a month, and this little bald head has grown to more than two feet tall? This is so unbelievable that Xia Mang was stunned.
"This little guy doesn't know how to eat the fairy fruit, does he? He jumped so much all at once and grew so much?" Xia Mang muttered, unbelievable, but in his opinion, the little bald head was clearly an enlarged version of the kid with a red bellyband.
!
Even if he is a natural spiritual creature, he should not be so evil!
Just like the little black monkey, it has been nearly four months since it jumped out of the ancient stone, but it is still more than a foot long and has basically not grown up. The same goes for the little silver fox, which is no different from that day and is still a very compact little fox.
"What a freak!" Xia Mang thought to himself.
The little black monkey and the little silver fox also seemed a little surprised. They dropped the small bowl, ran to the little bald head, and circled around him, which seemed a little incredible.
The little bald man just looked at them curiously, then moved his eyes away and looked at the big black pot, his eyes full of longing.
Xia Mang looked at this scene with a thoughtful expression.
"This little bald head doesn't seem to recognize the little black monkey and the little silver fox. Could it be that... he has no memory of that day?" Xia Mang's mind moved slightly and he waved to the little bald head.
The little bald man was overjoyed and ran to Xia Mang's side with a "swish" sound.
Xia Mang snatched the big bowl from the strange old man's hand, scooped out half a bowl of soup, and then handed it to the little bald man.
The little bald man was not polite, he took it, held the big bowl with difficulty in his two little hands, raised his head and drank.
After a while, he finished drinking, burped, and handed the bowl to Xia Mang, his eyes still longing.
Xia Mang was speechless. This little bald man was really delicious. He asked casually: "Does it taste good?"
"It tastes good." The little bald man replied with a very childish voice.
Xia Mang was startled, stared at the little bald head, hesitated, and asked: "Can you speak?"
"Of course." said the little bald man.
Xia Mang's pupils shrank. This little bald head is really a freak. It's so extraordinary that he can actually talk. Is it because of his human form? You know, to this day, both the little silver fox and the little black monkey can only squeak.
It was squeaking and unable to speak.
Absolutely a super monster!
Xia Mang was shocked, scooped out another half bowl of soup, handed it to the little bald head, and said with a smile: "What's your name?"
The little bald man took the bowl, raised his head and drank it, wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve, looked at Xia Mang, and replied seriously: "Jin Chanzi, my name is Jin Chanzi."