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Chapter 132 Ksitigarbha’s soul-sealing curse, the sword points at the giant centipede! (Please subscribe)

"I don't know, you two, what do you want to say when you come to this small temple?"

After the young monk served tea, Liao Yuan smiled and asked Yan Shuang and Wang Xiao why they came.

He didn't believe that the two people in front of him came specifically to see him.

The last time he and Yan Shuang said goodbye was ten years ago.

If the other party really cared about him as a friend, he wouldn't stop visiting him once in ten years, let alone not write a letter.

So he guessed that the two of them would need his help for something.

Yan Shuang smiled awkwardly and said bluntly: "Haha, we don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything. We really encountered difficulties and wanted to ask Master Yuan to help."

"Amitabha."

Master Lioyuan proclaimed the Buddha's name and said to Yan Shuang with a smile: "Since we have arrived at the poor monk's door, the poor monk will naturally not refuse, but the conditions for the poor monk to take action must be clear to the benefactor Yan Shuang."

Wang Xiao looked at Yan Shuang, who nodded and smiled: "Of course I know that as long as the master is willing to take action, the two of us will definitely get back what you need."

At the same time, a message was sent to Wang Xiao in his mind: "I forgot to mention it when I came here. This old monk has a rule. No matter whether he can cure someone or not, he will tell him what he needs, and then let the person who asks him for help get it. .”

Wang Xiao nodded slightly.

As long as the other party can take action to restore Wang Jin's soul, with the joint efforts of him and Er Shuyan, nothing in the world can be difficult for them.

"it is good!"

The old monk nodded, and without asking the two to make any guarantee, he stretched out his hand and said: "I wonder what kind of help you need from this poor monk, so that this poor monk can have an idea in his mind and decide what the two donors want to receive. "

Wang Xiao stood up and said something rude, and raised his hand to block the light in the room.

Liao Yuan did not stop, as if he understood something, he raised his hand and touched the golden Buddha, and a black curtain came down, covering the shining golden Buddha statue.

The little monk lit a lamp and illuminated the somewhat dim room.

Wang Xiao stepped forward, took out the gourd specially used to store his father's soul, opened the stopper and released his father's soul.

"Hey, Ksitigarbha's Soul Sealing Curse."

The old monk's kind face finally changed. He frowned and stared at Wang Jin's soul.

After a long time, he nodded to Wang Xiao.

Wang Xiao took back his soul, raised his hand to lift the darkness in the room, sat back in his seat, and waited quietly.

The old monk sat cross-legged on the futon, his eyes slightly closed and the beads in his hands kept turning.

After more than half an hour, the old monk opened his eyes.

"A poor monk can cure..."

As soon as Wang Xiao and Yan Shuang showed surprise on their faces, the old monk stretched out his hand to stop them, and then said: "But the poor monk has to add a condition."

"Is it difficult?" Wang Xiao frowned.

He was not asking about the conditions imposed by the old monk, but whether the treatment was troublesome.

The old monk pondered for a moment and let the young monk go out, and then slowly said: "If the poor monk doesn't take action, the poor monk can live for another six years. If he takes action, the poor monk can only live for 6 months, and the treatment time will also take 6 years." months."

Wang Xiao and Yan Shuang fell silent upon hearing this.

What the other party said was obvious. The old monk was indeed capable of curing the disease, but he had to sacrifice his own life to do so.

Is it worth it to waste a living life to save a sleeping soul?

The old monk looked at the two silent people and continued: "Monks do not lie. I told the truth to the two benefactors. Only I can solve this curse in the entire human world."

Wang Xiao bowed his hands and said, "May I ask Master, what are those two conditions?"

Liaoyuan was silent for a while and then said: "The poor monk had a feeling in his heart the day before yesterday. In the near future, a giant centipede demon will appear that is about to transform into a dragon. It is an expert in Buddhism, and the demon elixir in its body is the highest quality Buddha." precious."

"I have been wandering all my life, with nothing but a golden Buddha and a Zen staff around me."

He raised his hand and pointed to the door, "I will pass away soon. I have been this disciple all my life. I want to leave this child a magic weapon to protect my own life."

"A centipede that turns into a dragon?"

A magic spell immediately sounded in Wang Xiao's mind.

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately!"

"Master Lioyuan, I already know who it is. There is no problem in getting this thing back."

Liao Yuan glanced at Wang Xiao in surprise. He had just mentioned the monster, and the young man in front of him actually knew it.

Master Lioyuan nodded and said: "Since the donor already knows, I will make the second request."

Wang Xiao didn't interrupt and sat cross-legged on the futon quietly, waiting for the other party to say the second condition.

"The second condition is very simple. After the poor monk passes away, he will look after Baiyun for six years."

Live for six years, take care of for six years. The second one is said to be a condition, but in fact it just requires Wang Xiao to fulfill his duties as the other party’s master for six years and educate the young monk into an adult.

Wang Xiao nodded directly without any hesitation.

"I can adopt him as my adopted son."

Old monk Liao Yuan had a smile on his face.

With a powerful adoptive father, even if he passes away, his disciples will be safe and sound in the future.

"Amitabha, that poor monk would like to thank fellow Taoist Daoist Brother Baiyun."

"Old monk, you have to think clearly."

After the two of them finished talking, Yan Shuang gritted his teeth and gave a reminder.

Trading a life for a soul, he hoped the old monk would think clearly.

The old monk smiled and shook his head, "The poor monk has already thought it through, and even if you don't come, the poor monk will be paralyzed in bed next year because he has lost all his magic power."

"Instead of lying in bed like a living dead for five years and dragging this child down, it would be better to use the last of his life to give this child a strong backing."

After saying that, he bowed to Wang Xiao and said, "Fellow Taoist, you can also give up. If you feel that the poor monk has plotted against you, you can give up if you feel angry."

Wang Xiao shook his head.

Wang Xiao's wish in this world is to provide for his father in old age and to bury him in peace.

Now that my father passed away early, my wishes have also changed.

His burial remains unchanged, and his retirement becomes the reincarnation of his father.

If the old monk doesn't take action, Wang Xiao doesn't know when he will be able to solve the problem of the old man's soul.

Rather than wasting countless years on the hope that your own research may not be successful, it would be better to spend six years to fulfill this wish.

Seeing that Wang Xiao had no objection, the old monk stood up and said: "The temple is small and there is not much food in stock. You can just keep the soul of the benefactor. The poor monk will not leave the two benefactors to eat."

Yan Shuang couldn't laugh or cry, this old monk was still so stingy.

"Okay, let's go get the centipede spirit's inner elixir. Once we get it, we'll come back to you."

The old monk nodded and said to Wang Xiao: "Try to complete it within six months, otherwise the poor monk will not be able to complete the Buddha treasure by that time."

Wang Xiao stood up and replied: "In one month or two months at the latest, we will bring back the monster's inner elixir."

After saying that, He Yan bowed his hands to the old monk, handed his soul to the old monk, turned around and walked out.

When they arrived at the door, the monk Li Yuan who saw him off said to the young monk who was struggling to chop wood: "Baiyun hasn't come over to pay homage to your adoptive father."

Hearing the old monk's words, the young monk staggered and almost twisted his waist.

"Adoptive father?"

The little monk was confused.

He was taken care of by his master since he was a child. Where did he get his adoptive father?

Monk Liaoyuan pointed at Wang Xiao, "This is your adoptive father. As my teacher, I have already calculated that I will pass away soon, so I have entrusted you to this fellow Taoist Wang Xiao."

"You already worship me as your teacher, but you don't want to be his disciple, so my teacher asks you to recognize him as your adoptive father, and he will teach you in the future."

"Master..."

When he heard that his master was about to pass away, the young monk burst into tears. He hugged the old monk's thigh and never let go.

"Idiot!"

Liao Yuan touched the young monk's bald head and said, "Life is like that oil lamp. It will go out sooner or later. Death is just another reincarnation. Maybe a few decades later, you will meet your teacher again, or even become your teacher yourself." getting Started."

As he spoke, the old monk smiled and said, "How about we, master and disciple, make an agreement?"

Little monk Baiyun raised his head, and the old monk said with a kind smile: "If you discover the reincarnation of my teacher, you will accept me as a disciple, lead me to the door, and give me the Dharma name Shifang."

The little monk pursed his lips, looked at the master's compassionate look, gritted his teeth and nodded vigorously.

Then, with the encouragement of the old monk, the young monk walked up to Wang Xiao, bowed and bowed.

"My foster father is here, my dear Baiyun is here to pay my respects."

Wang Xiao smiled and helped him up, patted the young monk's bald head, took out a small silver charm from his arms and hung it around the young monk's neck.

"My adopted son can learn any skill, but he can't learn how to draw a halberd from Fang Tian!"

(End of this chapter)