The old monk took his life very lightly, and did not seem to take his life seriously at all.

For him, life is not important, use life right, it is important.

Instead of guarding the solitary lamp with the ancient Buddha in this dark temple, it is better to fight hard, at least to do your last strength, and completely suppress the monster under the temple.

I can understand all this, because the old monk is such a person, I can feel from his words and deeds, he has lived enough.

Keep this state, half-human and half-Buddha enemy, he has lived enough and does not want to continue like this.

As a devout Buddhist, carrying a pair of apostates' skins is the greatest torment for him.

But no matter how I understand him, I don't want him to be so credulous.

Even if he saved me, I have a certain degree of trust in him, but in the end, he is just an outsider, a gentleman of old religion, and we do not know his bottom line at all.

What's more, this time, you can't bet on it, if you win well and lose... We don't even have the opportunity to turn over the bingla to go into the water!

Before I persuaded the old monk, he patted me on the shoulder first, seemed to know what I was thinking, and smiled and said, "We have no choice, we can only fight."

“A fight?”I clenched my teeth and said, “You have to die if you lose, you don’t know that, it’s too risky, we can...”

For my guard, what kind of understanding is still an understanding, after all, he also knows what he has done, what kind of camp he is in.

Seeing our watchful expression, he held up his hands and said helplessly: "If you don't want to, I have other ways, but the success rate is too low, and the preparation time is relatively long, the monster is likely to break the seal in the middle, and then I can't get it."

As soon as the voice fell, he sighed and looked at us and asked, “What do you want to believe me?”

I looked at each other for a while, and my expressions were a bit complicated.

Not to believe it, just in this kind of thing... dare not believe it!

“That’s it.”He said, took down the fingerprint of the law worn on his chest, threw it at me, and said very calmly: "It's not done, everyone dies together, if it's done, you will give me back the Fa-print, okay?"

I didn’t squeak, but my expression had already given him an answer.

No.

The French printing is small, and the threat to us is great.

If the old monk dies, he will come back to us, and then he will kill us all, and then easily remove the seal.

At this time, the old monk also turned back, looked at me, nodded and said nothing, has already shown his attitude.

Although the vigilance of He Yiguang is very high, Qin Jun and Chen Qiuyan are not silent, and it seems that I am waiting for my decision.

"Son, believe him once, and fight."The old monk smiled, "I think there is some credibility in what he said, whether it is true or false, I want to try it once."

Hearing this, I sighed, looked at the guard with a watchful face, and asked the old monk: "You think about it?"There is no turning back on this test.”

The old monk smiled, put it in my ear, and whispered.

"Whether we believe him or not, I'll die in the end, and I don't think I'll be able to resist the monster, so I'd better try it."

The old monk was silent for two seconds, saying, "Moreoverly, death is a form of liberation for me and a way of self-indonement. I am both apostate and unable to stop the monster, and deserve to be punished."

The old monk raised his head and looked at the Buddha statue in front of him.

At this time, we can all see the tears in his eyes.

In the eyes of the turbid, in the sad eyes, there is a vague release.

“Okay, then try it.”

I whispered, turned my head again to look at what the public, and said: "If we are more careful, we are with the heart of a little man to the gentleman's belly, then I will apologize afterwards, the past holiday all a write-off."

"That's the best."What a joke to laugh.

“But...” I gritted my teeth and looked at the old monk’s thin back, only feeling that my heart was blocked: “If you dare to lie to us, even if I die, I have to pull you to be buried...”

Hearing this of mine, he looked at me seriously, looked at me, nodded: "I know the weight, in this kind of thing, I can't fool you."

"You start to prepare."I said, "Since we're going to do it, we'll have to be quick, and time is running out."

He said, take off the fingerprints worn on his chest and throw it at me.

When I caught it, he went to the edge of the air, carefully looking down to explore the situation, should be preparing for work.

"My luck is really good."

The old monk sat cross-legged, muttering, talking to me in a whisper.

Sitting next to him, looking at his face, I felt unbearable, and when I heard his words, I frowned and asked him, Where is the best luck?

If the old monk's luck is really good, then he should not have ended up like this.

In order to protect the temple, I don't know how many years I have to go to this dark ghost place, and then I have to go into the devil, and I have to give up my life again...

Is all of this really worth it?

Although I also want to be a hero, to be able to save the people from the water and fire, to turn the building in the pouring ... ... but if you put me in the position of the old monk, I am afraid that the choice I made will be different from him.

After all, I don't have his big heart, nor his fearless and compassionate spirit, I only have an ordinary gentleman's heart, so I obey him, but I feel worthless for him.

"When I was most helpless, I met Xiao Wu Shi, who opened up a lot of things..." The old monk smiled, "The copper佩 worn by the little girl is exactly the same as the copper佩 that is hanging around Xiao Wu's neck, I have seen it many times, so I remember it very clearly."

“Wu Xian Buddha?”I was surprised, got this news, can't help but have some amazement: "He also hangs on the neck of the French seal?"Why have I not seen it?”

"Maybe you didn't pay attention."The old monk laughed.

At this time, I also recalled that when he met Wu Xianfo, he did have a hanging rope around his neck, but what kind of ornament was used to hang, I did not see clearly, because it was placed in the clothes.

But the old monk can't lie to me, not to mention that when he first saw Wu Xian Buddha, he was already half a gamma, and his memory must be stronger than I thought.

If this is true, then the connection between Wu Xianfo and the sand body is definitely not something I can think of.

Do the sanders have followers?

Like the old teachers who followed the black robe king, Wu Xianfo may also be that kind of person, but he does not seem so bad, nor so evil.

Wu Xian Buddha, no fairy Buddha.

This name...

“If I were the only one here, today... I will surely die, and the monster will flee back to the sun without hindrance.”The old monk sighed, "If that happens, I'm the first sinner of the Buddha."

"Don't blame yourself, it has nothing to do with you."I comforted, "The enemy is too strong, we are too weak, the grandfather did not come forward to help, but can't fight them, we are not ashamed."

At this time, lying on the air to observe the situation, it seems that it is also ready, standing up and beckoning us.

"Master, please come here and borrow your gods for your own use."

“The magic?”I looked at the old monk with some doubt, and my heart said that the Buddha's magic is not simple, and those things that only exist in myths and legends... or are there?

I did not expect the old monk to look more confused than me, and he looked at him inexplicably and puzzled, and asked him: "What magic?"

He Yiguang smiled, and when he said this, his expression became a little complicated: “The one you used to show, the one used against our six prophets, do you remember?”

"Forget it."The old monk shook his head: “How many years have I been doing this, how can I remember?”

He said, and he sighed, reminding.

“The magic, do you remember?”