"Dust, we're old friends.
You tell me the truth, did your master deliberately hide from me?
If that's the case, I, Jiang Xiaobai, won't be hippie and cheeky and not leave.
There is no place to stay here, there is a place to stay here. ” Broken Dust was still sweeping the fallen leaves in the courtyard, as if he hadn't heard, he didn't answer Jiang Xiaobai's question at all.
"Cheng Xuanzi!
You're pretending to be deaf and dumb, aren't you?
Jiang Xiaobai said angrily: "Do you know that the fall of Yuntian Palace is imminent?
You're still sweeping the floor here!
” Hearing this, the action of breaking the dust and sweeping the floor paused slightly, and it was obvious that Jiang Xiaobai's words had touched him.
Broken Dust continued to sweep the floor, still looking indifferent.
Jiang Xiaobai was anxious, but he encountered a piece of wood like broken dust.
"Yuntian Palace is fighting with nearly 10,000 living corpses at the moment, and those disciples and grandchildren of yours will soon be bitten to death by living corpses!"
The dust was still sweeping the floor, Jiang Xiaobai gave up completely, stopped talking, and quietly waited for the Holy Son and the barefoot monk to chase after him.
It stands to reason that they should have arrived with him on the front and back.
Jiang Xiaobai thought to himself, could it be that the barefoot monk said something, and the Holy Son was also afraid that he was not the opponent of the old monk of the Great Bamboo Temple, so he didn't dare to come?
Jiang Xiaobai originally didn't want them not to chase after him, in that case, he would have no way to defeat the Holy Son.
Now he very much hopes that the Holy Son will not come, because the old monk of Dazhu Temple is reluctant to show up, in Jiang Xiaobai's opinion, this is the embodiment of the old monk's refusal to help him.
However, his thoughts were soon shattered, and the barefoot monk and the holy son landed in the courtyard of the Great Bamboo Temple.
The barefoot monk finally returned here, looking around, everything was the same as before, but it was a pity that things were wrong.
"I'm back!"
His gaze fell on the sweeping dust, and he said in a deep voice, "Who are you?"
” Broken Dust finally stopped sweeping the floor, straightened up to look at the barefoot monk, and then folded his palms together and bowed.
"I've seen my uncle, and the younger generation has broken the dust."
The barefoot monk looked at Broken Dust suspiciously, "Uncle Shi?
Are you my brother's apprentice?
When did he take in his apprentices?
” Broken Dust did not answer the barefoot monk's question.
"Uncle Shi, please don't be impatient."
The barefoot monk said, "What about my senior brother?"
Why didn't he show up?
” The Son said, "He is here." ” Before the words fell, an old monk with a long beard appeared in everyone's sight.
Jiang Xiaobai was overjoyed when he saw the old monk.
"Old monk, what are you pretending to be a ghost!
I thought you weren't coming!
” The old monk of Dazhu Temple smiled slightly, "Why should the little benefactor be in a hurry!"
Didn't the old man already let Broken Dust inform you and let you rest easy!
When a distinguished guest comes to the door, the old man always has to tidy up his appearance, so that he doesn't seem to snub the distinguished guest, doesn't he?
” Jiang Xiaobai noticed that today's old monk was a little different, the first few times he saw the old monk, he was wearing a gray cloth monk's robe and full of patches, but today's old monk was different, wearing a satin monk's robe and a robe on the outside.
Jiang Xiaobai said: "Old monk, are you ready to beg for surrender to the Holy Son of the Brotherhood?"
For this kind of person, you also treat him as a distinguished guest?
” The old monk said: "All living beings are equal, and in the eyes of the old man, every life is the same." ” "Senior brother!"
The barefoot monk opened his mouth, "Long time no see!"
You're safe and sound, and I'm glad for you. ” "Senior brother, I haven't seen you for a long time, you are finally willing to come back!"
The old monk sighed.
The barefoot monk said: "Senior brother, this big bamboo temple is a cage, I am not a bird in a cage, I yearn for the sky, I need freedom, so I left here."
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Senior brother, I know you can't understand it, but please respect my decision. ” "Senior brother, Dazhu Temple has the rules of Dazhu Temple, and it is not impossible to leave if you want to, but everything you learn in Dazhu Temple must stay in Dazhu Temple.
You are leaving, but you have not returned what you owe to Daitakeji. ” "Senior brother, you are wrong.
I am grateful to the Great Bamboo Temple for cultivating me, but it is absolutely impossible for me to abolish my cultivation!
I have studied diligently for tens of thousands of years before I have this ability, and no one can take it away!
” "But you're back today, aren't you?"
The old monk said: "It's good to come back, you have a choice again."
If you are willing to stay in Dazhu Temple, accompanied by green lights and yellow scrolls, chanting with me every day, you can still retain your cultivation.
If you still want to leave, then Senior Brother can only abolish you. ” The barefoot monk laughed, "Senior brother, you are so confused!
How dare I come back without full faith?
The Holy Son beside me is unparalleled in his skills, and with his protection, how can you abolish me?
” The old monk looked at the Holy Son, "This benefactor, no matter what your identity is, the old monk hopes that you will not interfere in the affairs of my family."
Otakeji Temple has the door rules of Otakeji Temple, I hope you can understand. ” The Holy Son said: "Of course, this seat can be understood.
But in order for this seat to understand you, you have to understand this seat as well.
I hope that the Master will hand this person over to me and not hinder me from taking this person away. ” The Holy Son's gaze fell on Jiang Xiaobai's body.
"He is my guest, and since he is here, as the host, he has an obligation to protect my guest.
Donor, your killing intent is too heavy, if you are obsessed, you will fall into the devil's path sooner or later.
It's better to become a Buddha on the ground, give up everything in this world, and take refuge in my Buddha!
” The Holy Son's eyes were cold, "Hehe, old monk, your preaching has reached the head of this seat, I think you are impatient!"
” The old monk still smiled and said, "My Buddha is compassionate, and in the eyes of my Buddha, all living beings are equal."
If you are willing to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot, my Buddha will not turn you away because your hands were stained with blood. ” The Holy Son smiled coldly and said, "Old monk, what is your Buddha?"
Where is he?
” The old monk said: "The Buddha is in the hearts of people. ” The Holy Son laughed, "In your heart, not in the heart of this seat."
There is no Buddha in my heart.
Whoever dares to stand in the way of this seat, even if it is a Buddha, this seat will be killed!
” The barefoot monk said, "Holy Son, let me persuade my senior brother." ” "Okay, I'll give you time."
The Son of God.
The barefoot monk walked over and said in a deep voice, "Senior brother, don't be stubborn!"
Dazhu Temple is not as good as it was back then, with your strength alone, can you stop the Holy Son?
If you die, the Great Bamboo Temple will be destroyed. ” The old monk said: "Senior brother, the destruction of Dazhu Temple is not terrible, what is terrible is the destruction of the Buddha."
As long as there is still a breath of air, Senior Brother will never allow this to happen!
Senior brother, don't persuade me, it's useless!
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