At the beginning, I felt that something was wrong, no matter which place of sacrifice of the French sect, whether it was a temple or a Taoist view, it was impossible to build underground.

If this is the case, there are only two possibilities.

Or the builder's brain into the water, the money burned too much panic, so there is nothing to find, built such an ancient brake in the ground.

Or there is something else to do, although I can't think of it, but it must be so...

“The monster?”I asked.

The old monk nodded, did not explain too much to me, and turned his eyes into helplessness: "The monster has been seriously injured, do not know how many years of sleep, now is only half-dreamed, did not fully recover, in a period of weakness."

I looked at the old monk, and saw that he really did not attack me, and the hole in the abdomen of the evil son had almost recovered, and I gritted my teeth and lifted my legs and went over to the old monk.

By his side, I dared to sit down.

“Old man, how many years have you been here?”I tried to ask.

“I can’t remember.”The old monk frowned and said, “I was here a long time ago, and after a long time, those who blaspheme found it...”

“That is to say, you were already here before the old church found it...” I thought about it and asked, “Who built this place, remember?”

The old monk shook his head and said he remembered it before, but now he can't remember.

"Then I have a problem, old man, you have been here, you must not be able to get out, then your Mandarin will be so standard?" 」I looked at the old monk with some suspicion, only that there was a stumbling in it.

The old monk should have been here for many years, but the tone of his speech, including the way he spoke, was similar to his grandfather's generation, and the Mandarin was good, and the accent was still northerly.

For someone who has been trapped underground, such a thing should not happen.

Hearing this question I raised, the old monk did not conceal my intention, and nodded and said that before the old church came down, there was another person here.

“Who?”I couldn’t help but be curious and ask.

“A young man.”The old monk frowned, as if recalling the details of the original: "The benevolent is about the same age as you, but it makes me feel...it seems to be very old... just looking young like you..."

“What is he doing here?”I asked.

"At that time, I also did not understand that this place was underground, and ordinary people could not find the entrance at all, how did he come in?"The old monk smiled, "Then I asked him, and he said that he smelled an ominous smell in the mountains, and along the way, he found this temple."

I didn’t interrupt, quietly listening to the old monk.

"He came here to see nothing, just to look down, as if he didn't know anyone was here, and he was surprised to see me."

“Was that how you were then?”I asked in a low voice.

"No, no, no. That's not so."The old monk shook his head: "I have become like this after I have."

“Didn’t anyone come here before that young man came down?”I asked.

The old monk umcied, said no, he was the first, and before he came here, he was alone in this temple, and it had always been so, never changed.

According to the old monk, the young man stayed here for at least a few months, usually in addition to sleeping, is to chat with the old monk, and seems to like to listen to him say a little Zen Buddhist.

For their life in the ground, say not curious is certainly false, eating and drinking Lazarus, is a big problem, how do they solve it?

When I was about to ask this question, the old monk suddenly said this.

"The place where you came down is the entrance to the temple, which is not sealed, you can freely enter and exit, but the entrance is relatively hidden, ordinary people can not find, so I was idle for a long time..."

“Are you alone, you’re not alone?”

"At first, I got used to it."The old monk smiled, “The little giver chatted with me, accompanied me to read the Buddha, and told me many things from the outside world, and I was still thinking, how can the world change so quickly?”

“What’s his name, do you remember?”I tried to ask.

The old monk thought for a moment, his eyes were a little dazed, shaking his head, saying that he could not remember it clearly, only that he remembered his surname Wu.

Wu.

As soon as I heard the name, a person came out of my mind.

It has to do with the old religion, the monster that the old monk said, and maybe it is also related.

There is only one fucking person who can meet these conditions, at least there is only one of these people I know.

Wu Xian Buddha.

“Is that man’s name is Wu Xianfo?”I tried to ask.

Hearing this name, the old monk was obviously stunned, nodded and said yes, this is the name, he also argued with Wu Xian Buddha because of this name, saying that his name is not good, and it is disrespectful to the Buddha.

“Have you seen him before?”It’s been a long time since now, isn’t it?”I asked, pointing to my face: “Does it look the same age as I am?”

"You're the same age, even younger than you, you should be about the same."The old monk said, "When I met him, it was now twenty or thirty years."

Do you remember that clearly in such a place?Do you remember the time wrong?”I asked carefully.

The old monk said no, because he lived in such a place, so the concept of time must be grasped.

If you lose the concept of time, many things will become very troublesome, in order to avoid this situation, so he has his own method of timing.

"Old man, I saw him not long ago, and he looks just like me."I whispered, there is a kind of indescribable doubt in my heart, no matter what I think, I feel that the old monk said this is nonsense, otherwise he remembered wrong...

Twenty or thirty years ago, Wu Xian Buddha was like me, and what about 20 or 30 years ago today?

He’s 40 or 50 years old, right?

On the basis of this age, playing the maintenance of life, can not be as young as me.

"I know what you mean, but I'm telling the truth."The old monk smiled, “He is not an ordinary person, I was sure of this in the first place, even...”

At this point, the old monk frowned and looked at me with some doubts.

"Even if he's a human being, I'm not sure yet."

“Eternal life?Forever in youth?That doesn’t exist, does it?”I looked at the old monk.

From his glance I can be sure that before that, the credibility of those words he said should be very high, not like joking with me.

The old monk smiled and said that this existence did not exist, he did not know, at least he had not seen it.

“Where is Wu Xian Buddha?”I couldn’t help but ask, “Isn’t that his case?”

“It should be... it shouldn’t...” The old monk frowned and then said, after that, Wu Xianfo never came here again until five years ago.

Five years ago.

On a seemingly ordinary day, the old religion came and everything changed.

“Those blasphemers broke in, and I knew they were human, so I had no hostility to them, even if they had a very similar breath to you...” The old monk sighed, and his tone was very distressed, but his eyes were fierce, and it seemed that he wanted to swallow the old religion’s life.

"Is the purpose of their coming here, is it related to the monster under the temple?"I asked.

The old monk said, and the look in his eyes became more complicated.

Anger, murder, regret... all emotions are mixed together, looking at the incomparable contradictions.

"They want to release the monsters that have been suppressed by the temple, so I can't let them succeed."The old monk smiled bitterly, "I know better than anyone, that once this monster escapes, the consequences are unimaginable."

“So you fought with them?”I was busy asking.

The old monk nodded and said, six.

“There are six of those who blaspheme, and each of them is very strong.”The old monk sighed and shook his head: "They can join hands and can suppress me, although they will not be able to kill me, but if they want to restrain me and let go of the monster, they can still do it."

As soon as the voice fell, the old monk spread out his hands, and the laughter was a little helpless.

“So I became like this.”