Getting this fake that has no aura at all, my heart is full of chagrin, but I think about it, if the three treasures of Mount Tai really have the big head Lao Li said in the Meng family's hooves, how can the three thieves be able to steal it?

How could it be so easy for us to get our hands on it?

Everything came too easily, but it made me feel a little false, like in the air, but now when I look at it, I feel that I am in my heart, and I feel that it should be like this. However, just when I was in a complicated mood, the call of the miscellaneous hair path made me stunned for a moment, and I turned my head to see a monk with long eyebrows appear on our way.

The old monk was quite old, the wrinkles on his face overlapped, the beard on his lips and under his chin were knotted, snow-white, dirty, and there was some green vegetable soup on it, and his clothes had not been washed for a long time, dirty like that rotten rag, and the whole person was like turning out of a garbage heap, and he was a sloppy monk.

However, when we looked at this old monk, we felt panicked for no reason, after all, he who could quietly appear beside us in this reckless mountain forest was strong enough for us to respect.

Although the old monk is old and exudes the smell of aging everywhere, his eyes are as bright as a baby.

He stared straight at us, then stretched out his left hand.

We saw that his left hand was as thin as a chicken claw, as if it could not be opened, as if it were clutching something.

This is a disability, but in his body, there is no sense of disobedience, natural harmony. The old monk stopped in front of us and stretched out his hand, but he did not speak. I was stunned for a moment, not knowing what he was trying to say, but the miscellaneous hair Xiaodao understood, and laid the two packages and three fakes in our hands flat on the ground.

He took a breath, and then said respectfully: "When we saw that someone had stolen the tribute from the temple, we took it over; Then I saw that the enemy was powerful and chased fiercely, so I panicked and fled all the way to this point. Now that you are a person in the temple, you are naturally in charge of it. He stretched his waist, and said with a smile: "Such a long night, our brothers still have to climb the mountain to explore the summit and see the beautiful scenery of the sunset......

He is the best at sophistry, obviously we have a bad intention to grab the treasure and leave, at this moment it is said to be righteous and brave, I can't wait for the temple to award us a medal of "righteousness and courage for a good youth", but this old monk saw us put down things, turned around and wanted to leave, but the figure suddenly moved, and stopped in front of us.

The old monk moved so fast that I didn't even feel like I could catch it.

Seeing that he didn't say a word, he stretched out his left hand like a bird's claw again to beg for it, and the miscellaneous hair Xiaodao couldn't help but get angry, and shouted: "This master, we just snatched this thing from the thief at the right time, and now we have handed it back to you, why do you still have to force each other, do you really think that our brothers are the soft persimmons, but you can't handle it at will?" ”

The old monk listened to the words of the miscellaneous hairy path, but still did not speak, but just stretched out his left hand and stopped us in front of us.

I thought that this master was a mute, but in the starlight, I saw a black sandalwood plaque hanging inside his dirty monk's robe, which was engraved with the word "forbidden words", and the side was actually engraved with seven large annual rings, and I couldn't help but admire, it turned out that the old monk in front of us was actually a master who practiced closed meditation, and it was closed for 70 years.

What is Silent Meditation? Buddhists believe that the cycle of birth and death of all sentient beings is caused by the three karmas of body, mouth, and mind, and that if these three karmas are eliminated, liberation can be achieved quickly. And this closed-mouth meditation is "stop talking" or "forbidden speech", that is, forbidding oneself to speak, the purpose is to reduce oral karma.

The origin and reason of "closed-mouth meditation", knowing more is useless, wanting to know more is more useless, the oral karma is less, the intention karma is increasing, and the desire to gain and lose is also, the meaning of Buddhism's existence is not only to save oneself, but also to save others, if you stop the language of communication with others, after all, you will not go far. However, as a practice method, this closed-mouth meditation is truly powerful.

To know the Tao, Buddhism pays attention to restraint, self-cultivation, self-cultivation, the world is a big universe, the human body is a small universe, as long as the epiphany, everyone can become an enlightened person, can become a Buddha, through this repeated tempering of the will, so that the monks who practice this method of entering the world can go further on the road of practice.

What is particularly shocking is that the old monk in front of us, as soon as he kept his mouth shut, he has been for more than 70 years.

More than 70 years, how many days and nights are that, ordinary people will collapse if they don't speak for a day, this old monk is not dumb, but he can hold on for more than 70 years, if such an old monster will accumulate so many years of will, in the form of a mantra in one fell swoop, I can't imagine what kind of horror scene it is?

I could see the sandalwood card, and the miscellaneous hair trail naturally saw it clearly, he restrained his smile, and said kindly: "Master, the thing is here, let's put it down, don't pass it away, there will be no time in the future!" ”

When Yu Lu saw such a ruthless person, his words became concise and clear, and he didn't play tricks anymore, just wanted to escape and leave. However, the sloppy old monk did not pay attention, and with a blank face, he stretched out his hand and placed it in front of us. Looking at him like this, I couldn't help but feel annoyed in my heart, this old monk didn't catch Luo Feiyu, the main culprit of this trip, but instead entangled with me and the two soy sauce parties, which was really hateful.

However, we don't want to fight with such a master in vain, unclear, so we patiently ask what do you want?

The old monk used his left hand like a bird's claw to tap the golden place of the palace under my heart.

My expression became serious, there was nothing else here but waiting for the sleeping Golden Silkworm Gu. Seeing my ugly face, Miscellaneous Xiaodao attached to my ear and asked what's wrong, he will give him whatever he wants, Luo Feiyu followed behind, we can't fight with him, but cheaper Luo Feiyu - that stinky girl is probably still jealous of the one that was placed by our brothers in the belly of the Tibetan mountain last time, if we know our identity, I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to get out.

I smiled bitterly and said that this old monk wants my fat worm, do you think I can give it?

"What?" Miscellaneous Xiaodao's eyes widened, and he scolded angrily: "Old monk, we have said good things ten thousand times, just to avoid internal friction and be consistent with the outside world, but you still give a shameless face, do you really think that our brothers are easy to bully?" ”

The old monk didn't move, and didn't pay any attention to this.

Miscellaneous hair Xiaodao shouted angrily: "Little poison, let's go ours, if this old monk dares to stop us, we will ......"

He hurried forward a few steps, but a figure flashed, and the old monk actually stopped in front of him again. Before the words of the miscellaneous hair were finished, he was suddenly embarrassed: "Fat insects naturally can't be given, but there is a pair of big fists in the sand bowl!" "Because we are anxious about the possible revenge of the right envoy of the evil spirit sect in the future, we need to leave quickly, and we can't turn our faces at the moment, and the miscellaneous hair Xiaodao struck at the old monk in front of him with a fist.

However, he also knew the severity of his shot, and only dared to hit the old monk's shoulder, for fear of accidentally making this drooping old monk lie down.

However, Miscellaneous Xiaodao's worry was obviously in the wrong place, his right fist intersected with the old monk's stiff left hand like a bird's claw, as if hitting the hardest steel, and immediately let out a cry of pain, withdrew his hand, and looked at the fist bones, red and swollen.

The old monk was about to move forward, when he suddenly found that there were blue-black vines swimming under his feet, and he wrapped his legs tightly to prevent him from getting away, and the little demon Duoduo shouted next to us: "What are you doing, don't you run quickly?" ”

In the mountains and forests, sure enough, it is still the home of the little demon flowers, we looked at each other and smiled, and rushed towards the south road, and quickly fled forward, the little demon accumulated strength, and poured a large canopy of green wood Yigang into the land, and flew behind us, shouting: "Lu Zuo, Uncle Zamao, this old monk doesn't seem to be powerful, we work together, maybe we can capture and kill him, why do we still run?" ”

The name of this little fox has always been confusing, one moment to call my brother, and another time to call him by his name, but the name of the miscellaneous hair Xiaodao is to learn me.

She is also a goblin nature, and she doesn't know anything about the world, so I patiently explained to her: Even if we kill the old monk, what good can we do? First, we are at a loss, and secondly, we have created this murder, not to mention the filth at hand, and there are a bunch of vengeful guys behind us, which is very annoying. Therefore, if these things can be reconciled, they will be reconciled, and if they can't be reconciled, they will be avoided.

If the old monk launched a ruthless attack and broke his seventy years of intensive meditation, the power would explode, and it would be a headache.

The little demon's Aoki Yigang can't drag the old monk who cultivates the closed mouth meditation for long, and we also have self-knowledge, so we rushed forward, and soon came to the stone road on the other side, walking along the road, running quickly, always feeling that the pursuers behind him are getting closer and closer, and there are many of them.

The intestines are repentant and I and the miscellaneous trail over a hundred zhang cliff, on this cliff, there is a riverbed formed by iron blue mountain stones, clean and vast, the most eye-catching is a white quartz belt about one meter wide across the riverbed, lying on the cliff, because it is washed by the flowing water for many years, the surface is smooth like a mirror, the color is distinct, very eye-catching.

There is an arched stone bridge above the riverbed, Changhong lying on the waves, and next to the quartz belt is a red iron fence, which separates the riverbed from north to south, and the water of Xixi comes up from the sky and washes the riverbed.

I watched it interestingly, and as I was stopping, a fat black shadow fell above my head, and I screamed: "Yes, this is it, Yin and Yang Realm!" ”