"Dang." A loud bang came out, like a bell, and a huge bowl fell downwards, isolating the scream.

The bowl was filled with purple light, and a special momentum was revealed, which seemed extremely noble. The surface was engraved with dense runes, and there were vaguely flashes of the murderer's totems, including birds, reptiles, and what was even more terrifying was that the totems seemed to be constantly swimming, like living creatures, and there were vague crying.

"This broken thing, when you depended on you, you actually ran away. Now you have to cover the Buddha when you come back, what's the point of using it?" A scream came. After saying that, the bowl sounded loudly and saw the bowl soaring into the sky, obviously being kicked away by the man.

The bowl turned into purple light and rushed into the sky, and the figure of a young man flowed out first. The young man was dressed in red and his bald head was shining. At this time, the young man looked angry, but his eyes were staring around everywhere, looking terrified.

Mu Ming saw the boy at this time, and there was an extra smile on the beam, which seemed a little unexpected.

"Mu Ming, it's you, I'll tell you why you are so lucky. It's just right, you and I are here, so you can sweep away." After seeing Mu Ming, the little monk disappeared completely without his previous anger, but with a look of joy on his face. He took a step forward and appeared in front of Mu Ming, and sat cross-legged.

Mu Ming only felt that the little monk and a shaking appeared in front of him, and he didn't even see clearly. Mu Ming secretly exclaimed that the little monk's cultivation had improved again.

"You...your head?"

The little monk sat cross-legged, and Mu Ming naturally noticed his bald head. There were seven ring scars on his head at some point. The ring scars were different from ordinary monks. They were golden. There was a little man sitting cross-legged inside. He could vaguely see those little men holding rosary, bowl, scripture, wooden fish, demon-subduing pestle, treasure vase, or lotus. They were all lifelike. After carefully examining the wooden maze, each of them had the face of the little monk.

After the little monk stopped, he was rarely solemn and had a serious face.

After pausing, he spoke: "I may really have to spend my whole life in Buddhism."

The little monk said seriously, but the wood name clearly felt a bit lonely.

"Why?" Mu Ming was puzzled.

The little monk smiled bitterly at this moment. Then he waved his palm and a layer of light curtain enveloped the two of them. Suddenly, Mu Ming's mind and thoughts involuntarily contracted into the circle covered by the light curtain. Seeing this, others felt it but it was difficult to sense it at all. The eyes of the little monk became more solemn.

"Mu Ming, do you believe in the theory of fate?" The little monk spoke softly, with a solemn face, completely different from before.

Mu Ming was stunned and never thought about why the little monk said this. However, seeing the little monk's appearance, Mu Ming nodded seriously after thinking for a while.

When the little monk saw Mu Ming nodded, his eyes were vague, as if he was thinking.

At this time, a sound of wind broke out from the sky. Soon, a purple stream of light fell. The little monk poked out his palm, and the purple stream of light fell into his palm. As the light flowed, a delicate small bowl appeared in the palm of his hand.

The small bowl is exquisite and the dark golden luster makes the small bowl look more quaint.

At the same time, the paper in Ming's mind was trembling, as if it was extremely excited. Mu Ming's four spiritual gods stood up one after another and made their own tricks. Mu Ming even divided his mind to comfort the paper.

"What's going on?" The little monk was also surprised and suspicious. The little bowl kept buzzing in his hand, as if he was afraid of something, and he was eager to pass it over and wanted to return to the little monk's body.

"You have something special." A purple light flashed, and the small bowl disappeared, but a purple light flashed across the little monk's eyebrows.

"Hu." Mu Ming let out a sigh of relief, and the four spiritual gods in Tianling Taichung were also shocked.

Since the Shop Swallowed the Bone Ship and the Eagle's Pill, Mu Ming has revealed the Shop Swallow's ability to swallow the divine treasure. If you accidentally swallow the little monk's bowl, it will be a big trouble.

"Yes." Mu Ming nodded and responded softly. Seeing this, the little monk smiled.

"I can cheat others next time."

"Uh..." Mu Ming answered for some reason.

"I seem to have had a dream. In the first floor of the pavilion, I believe you have experienced the same scene." The little monk spoke and said quietly.

Mu Ming nodded and watched the little monk listen quietly. The light curtains around the two separated all their thoughts, and there was no need to worry about others hearing them. But that's true, Mu Mi could imagine the importance of what the little monk said, which may be related to the deepest secret of the little monk.

"I was taken back from outside by my master when I was seven months old. I grew up in the temple. There were many people like me, all of whom were fatherless and motherless. The master also told me that I was fatherless and motherless, so I just asked. The temple was my home. But every night I would have the same dream. It was just like the smoke was covered, and it was very hazy. I vaguely saw a loving father holding a child. The child was ignorant of the world and didn't even know what the father was saying, but the father always had a way to amuse the child. But one day, a monk came and handed the child to a monk. At this time, I would watch all this life from a distance. Every time I wanted to see how the child was like later, he would be separated by a layer of fog, and then he woke up from the dream."

Speaking of this, the little monk had a peaceful look in his eyes. After hearing this, Mu Ming thought of the sadness in his eyes, but after his eyes closed, it covered the sadness.

The little monk did not notice Mu Ming's spirit and continued to come slowly: "But from then on, I had a vague premonition in my heart that the child was related to me. When I was on the first floor of the pavilion, I realized the truth and fell into a dream, but saw something. In the dream, I was a ignorant child, being held by a middle-aged man, who said that to me all day long. I didn't know what he said, but when I saw his funny expression, I couldn't help laughing. But later, the middle-aged man no longer looked at the child with a smile, but had more helpless expressions and painful expressions. One day, a big monk came and the monk took the child away. The little boy grew up in a grand temple without worries and was very naughty."

Mu Ming listened carefully, and the little monk said with a smile at the beginning, but slowly the dark color was lonely, and a little sad emotion came out. Mu Ming wanted to say something, but he didn't speak up.

"I am that child. I spent the best time in the temple. Master loved me. Although Master was very unreliable, he often taught me to cheat. I remember that I was extremely kind, but Master taught me like this, so I deserved it."

The little monk shook his head helplessly and chuckled, his little face shining red. Mu Mi can you feel that state of mind. Once upon a time, when my grandfather taught me, I was so affectionate. Mu Ming was fascinated.

After a while of silence, the little monk's voice came out again.

"Later, the old Buddha in the temple could not bear to see it anymore, so I quietly told me while my master was away that if I wanted to know my life experience, I had to escape into the monk. After the six senses were purified, I would know all the questions. When I entered the monk, I had to practice the mystery of Buddhism and understand the true meaning of formlessness before I could know what I was asking. So the old monk passed on my formless scriptures. I didn't think much about it, but I didn't practice deliberately. But later my master went out and I went out of the mountain gate, and later I met you."

The little monk's face was calm at this time, as if he was talking about his past memories, and he seemed extremely calm. Mu Ming stared at the little monk for a long time without saying a word.

This time the little monk was not silent, and obviously calmed down his previous mood.

"In that dream, I experienced three lives and three lives. Three lives and three lives and all my heart had questions. In the first life, I was an ascetic monk. I practiced my life and knew the changes of all things. Anyone who had questions in the world asked me. Mortals asked me, "How long does life last? Can heaven grow old?" I replied, "If the life lasts are difficult to determine, if the heaven has feelings, heaven will grow old." The practitioner asked me, "What is the great way of heaven? What is the cultivation of the truth?" I replied, "Ask the Tao with my body, and cultivate the mind, cultivate the truth." Later, someone asked me why I practiced Tao. I didn't say anything for a long time. After a long time, I replied, "I just practiced Tao for one question."

The little monk didn't have the slightest taste of a young man at this moment, as if he was an old man. The aura on his body made people feel clear. When Mu Ming heard this, he had some private understanding in his heart, so he bowed to the little monk with his fists.

The little monk was slightly stunned when he saw this, but his face was a little red and his eyes were a little bright, which was obviously very helpful.

"Cough cough." Mu Ming coughed twice when he saw the little monk looking.

When the little monk heard the sound, he hurriedly replied to his old appearance.

It turned out that in the second world, the young monk was a mortal, who practiced Taoism all his life, and had no father or mother since childhood. He grew up with a hundred families. However, this mortal was a filial child. Seeing that every family had parents to be filial, he was alone, so this mortal was extremely distressed. One day, someone once said that there was a god on the other side of the mountain, and he knew that everything in the world was just too far away. So this mortal crossed mountains and ridges, ate wild fruits when hungry, and drank dew when thirsty. Finally, he arrived at the other side of the mountain. After seeing the god, the mortal asked: "Does the god know where my parents are? It is unfilial to the son to raise his parents but his parents are not in the trace."

After hearing this, the god man didn't speak for a long time, but after a long silence, he shook his head. Seeing this, the mortal man felt a lot of thoughts, so he asked again: "Does the god man have parents?" After hearing this, the god man shook his head again, just said, "I am like you, and I don't know my parents. My son wants to support my parents without a trace. My colleagues are all around the world. If I can ask the heavens, I will ask you, where are your parents? After hearing this, the mortal man thanked me.

In the third world, the young monk was a Taoist practitioner. This Taoist practitioner was extraordinary since childhood and was talented. By the age of fifteen, he was already an extraordinary person. When he was twenty, he transformed into a god, but he was unable to cut off his emotions. Therefore, he failed to transform into a god, but he did not die immediately. However, he died soon. So the Taoist practitioner dragged his tired body and wanted to ask a master on Tianshan Mountain and what was his way of cultivation. After hearing this, the master said, practicing Taoism with his body, cultivating his mind, and asking the heavens. This is the cultivation of truth. When the Taoist practitioner heard this, he immediately turned into a god, but did not die without the Tao.

However, what the practitioner did not know was that the master also realized something when he saw the practitioner, and understood the true meaning of the three lives and three lives, asked people in one life, asked heaven in the second life, and asked heart in the third life.

So he woke up from his dream, and the little monk also woke up and began to practice the secrets of Buddhism. He had other parts, just to ask the heart, ask the heavens and ask people, ask the heavens about their doubts, ask the world what they want, ask their own hearts, and ask what they want.

At some point, the light curtain covering the two was removed by the little monk. The others looked here from time to time. The little monk smiled and looked into the distance, while Mu Ming was thinking.

"Ask the heavens and people to ask their hearts, and ask them three times in three lifetimes." Mu Ming Qingyu's face changed constantly, and finally he slowly closed his eyes. After a long time, he opened his eyes again, but his eyes were much clearer, but there were still doubts.

"What if you ask if you don't answer every day, ask everyone not to know, ask your heart to be confused?" Mu Ming spoke slowly, but the voice fell into the ears of Monk Xiu'ao, but it seemed to hit his mind. The little monk's face turned pale.

After a long time, I uttered two words gently: "I don't know." xh:.218.2o4.13
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