In the old man's ridicule, I also gradually calmed down, to be precise, I had to calm down.

The pain caused by the coloring catwalk in the body of the living person is almost negligible, compared with the original operation such as the evil child falling into the body... it is a heavenly enjoyment!

In addition to the color of the budding under the skin, the sarcoma that was bulging was a little scary, and the others were nothing.

“How does it feel?”Grandpa asked curiously.

It's kind of like a bath."I closed my eyes, and did not look at the snake, and said to the old man, "The body is beginning to heat up, and the snake seems to be burning."

"Good!That's a good phenomenon!"The old man smiled and said, "With the help of the anger of the cave mud seed, and then borrow the ability of the color coffin to bring these anger to your limbs, the mucus on the body of the color clam has yang, and it is more appropriate to use it as a ignition material..."

I nodded my head, not speaking.

"Well, old man, tell me in detail about the mountain."

The old man said, snapping, lit a cigarette, and listened to his tone, as if he were curious about what was happening on the mountain.

“I’ve been talking to you since I met Eli.”

There are many things happening on the mountain, even if I say it truthfully, there is no place for any fuel and vinegar, and it is more than half an hour to finish.

In this process, the old man did not interject, listened quietly, and smoked two cigarettes.

Until I said about the situation of the bodhisattva and the Miao Wu people, he asked me: "The name of the seed is pressed?"

"Not good to say."I frowned, but did not exaggerate: "Smell the bodhisattva should have been hurt, and it hurt very badly, but his physical recovery speed is amazing, today is nothing to look at, look better than you."

The old man choked and stared at me unscrupulously: “You a melon baby scold me?”

“The facts.”I laughed, "That monk is better maintained than a woman, about the same age as you, but only in his early 40s, I would like to learn his trick."

“I still want to learn.”The old man sighed, "But what kind of technique he cultivates, I have not yet figured out, asked several times, but also asked about these four words of the same heart."

The old man touched his chin and looked doubtful.

“But when he said this to me, it didn’t seem to bother me...” The old man half squinted and muttered, “Is it hard to be a Buddha or this magic?”

“Who knows.”I shrugged my shoulders: "Anyway, I feel that the Fa he cultivates is not the same as ordinary and not the same."

"That's what you don't see."The old man grunted, "When I have the opportunity, I will take you to the two old monks in the northeast, and the Fa they practice is no worse than the old people."

“Both?”I said, “It’s like the two of you who are so powerful monks?”

"The two old monks are not famous, because they don't show up very much in the line, and most of the time they practice in the mountains."The old man smiled, "A surname Luo, cultivates a good Zen, a surname is bitter, and a cultivation is a bitter Zen."

“There’s no characteristic of good Zen listening... what is that bitter Zen?”I asked curiously.

“Suffering Zen, as the name implies, was taught by bitter Zen enlightenment, before the Buddha became Buddha, and was still seeking the true meaning of suffering Zen, and for six years of asceticism, but nothing was obtained...”

Grandpa shook his head.

"Unplugging, burning, cutting meat, cutting bones, lying on the merry-goes, stepping on snowy mountains, walking in the fire, hungry in the flesh, thirsty and not drinking... This kind of is the wonderful door of practicing hard Zen, let alone ordinary people, even if we walk, no one dares to play like this."

“Heard the bodhisattva said... He seems to be a Zen cultivation?”

"It's Zen, but I haven't heard of it."The old man spread out his hands: "There are thousands of disciples in the country who practice Buddhism, but I have never heard of anyone who cultivates Zen, and the old people are unique."

"How strong his combat effectiveness, I dare not say, but his excessive means of being innocent is absolutely one!"I talked to my grandfather.

I have to say that the old man was still very surprised by this matter, and it seems that he did not expect the bodhisattva to do this.

“The tempest turned into a fogman... walking into the village to extradite the ghost... Are you sure that it is the incarnation of the king of the earth?”The old man’s eyebrows were very tight, apparently thinking that the ability of the bodhisattva was beyond his expectations: “Could you have made a mistake?”

"It is estimated that this is not the real Tibetan king, but the gasification is shaped into a human form, plus the ability to hide a bit of a ghost, so..."

“It shouldn’t be.”The old man jerked two sips of smoke and muttered very doubtfully: "When did the old man have this?

“Do you know who God’s master is?”

The old man shook his head and said that he did not know, looking at the country, I am afraid that no more than five people can know this matter, and it is more likely that no one will know.

"The origin of the old man is a fan, not only you are curious, but the country is also curious."The old man pressed his voice and whispered to me: "In the 1970s, there would be a lot of people in the country staring at him, that is, it was not until the 1980s that I relaxed a little..."

“The bodhisattva is not a bad person, what are you looking at him?”I stand.

"Because he was so surprised."The old man smiled, and his face was full of schadenfreude expression: "It's not just him, but more of the gentlemen who have been targeted in our country, such as the Daoist named Ge, and..."

“Yes, Father!Do you know the origin of the rat?” he asked.

Grandpa didn't seem to think I'd ask that, shook his head subconsciously, saying he didn't know, where do I know?

“Hearing Miao Wu people say that this fat rat has lived for thousands of years, and it was put into the truss table during the period of Liu Zen in the three countries.”I think of those words of the bodhisattva, and suddenly more excited: "The fat old man also said that the copper bells worn on the neck of the rat are not ordinary, he has seen it on another animal, except for the different words on the above, the rest are the same!" 」

“What animal?”Grandpa asked.

“Is that the Graham you’re talking about, didn’t he have a dog?”I said, "That dog is not anything, but the bodhisattva said that it should be like a rat, an ancient beast."

The old man smoked a cigarette, and the more his eyebrows crumpled, it seemed to be remembering.

“He does have a dog...it looks like he’s wearing a bell!”The old man grunted his mouth: "The bell of the rat is engraved on the son, the dog is not a gargoyle?"

“It is cum!”I nodded, "Twelve branches, these two brutes accounted for two, the bodhisattva said, there may be another ten brutes, put together is the twelve zodiac ah."

The old man said, although the expression is very surprising, but from the tone, he should believe this analysis of the bodhisattva.

“Don’t tell me that, old man, how do you feel?”

“I think it’s okay, it doesn’t hurt all the time, it’s just a little hot...”

At this point, I accidentally found that my body temperature began to soar, the sudden surge, as if someone had thrown me into the magma in an instant, from head to toe there was no unheated place.

Yes, it is hot, not hot.

“Hold on, it’s hot springs.”

The old man said, ran out of the room, went downstairs to give me a pot of cold water, and wiped my face with a towel.

God knows where my body temperature has soared, and the towel with cold water has just touched his face, only to listen to a sound, and a wave of white smoke suddenly came out.

"It's a little too hot ..." said the old man, pulling his hand in the basin, like water, and constantly throwing it on my face.

As soon as these water touched the face, it instantly became white smoke, and that situation made the old man start to panic.

“Dog Day, you’re not going to burn yourself.”

The old man opened my eyes and looked at it, and his expression was even more heavy.

“It looks like you’re too heavy...”

"Didn't you say you were going to light a fire for me?" said I, who wanted to cry without tears, and couldn't panic in my heart: "Did it pass?"

The old man nodded disheartly: "No, the eyelids are hot..."