Fantasy: All my skills are passive

"I'm not bald, I'm bald!" the man said, pointing to the ring on his head to show Fan Jian.

"Look, I have twelve ring scars!"

"That's amazing! I'm glad you ordered 1,200!" Fan Jian said, suddenly his mind was shaken, and he pointed at the old monk in astonishment.

"You can hear me!"

"How fresh! I am a monk, not deaf!" the old monk said while spinning the stick.

"No! Bah!" Fan Jian said quickly.

"Can you hear my heart?"

"Look at your ignorant look! You haven't even heard of his telepathy, have you?" the old monk asked expressionlessly.

Is he psychic?

I still have Global Communications!

Fan Jian frowned and sat down and said, "Do monks also eat meat?"

The old monk shrugged and said.

"I didn't eat anything at first, but you just grilled meat at the door of my cave, which made me lose my mind. Once my mind was broken, there was no need to continue enlightenment at this critical moment!"

Fan Jian laughed and said immediately after hearing this.

"Are you also in seclusion? You also want to break through the foundation building, right?"

The old monk looked at Fan Jian as if he were a fool and said.

"Do you still need to retreat to a realm like Foundation Establishment to break through? I read the scriptures, swept the floor, and I broke through Foundation Establishment at the age of twelve!"

Fan Jian's smile suddenly froze on his face, and he said unconvinced.

"Then what breakthrough did you make? Looking at your old bones, you must be a great achiever, a god, or something like that, right?"

The old man picked up the roast chicken, put it under his nose, smelled it, and said.

"Ascend!"

"Ascension?"

Fan Jian's eyes widened immediately and he looked the old man up and down. He accidentally saw a bamboo flute on his waist and pointed at the old man in shock.

"You...you are..."

"What's all this fuss about, why are today's young people so uncalm? Old Nadi Medicine Buddha, Venerable Guangzhi!"

Flute Medicine Buddha!

One of the ten continental gods, the previous head of the Sakyamuni Sect, the flute among all the harp and flute!

The oldest among the ten land gods on the mainland, the land god with the highest cultivation level, and the most likely to ascend to the upper world.

His name is actually Guangzhi. Is his surname Nohara? I have a wife named Meiyi and a son named Crayon...

"My surname is Chen. I have forgotten my wife's name, and my son has died a long time ago! It is impossible to ascend to the upper world now!" said the Flute Medicine Buddha.

"You have interrupted my practice, and I can no longer ascend! To be precise, I only have one hour left to live!"

Blame me?

I don’t want people to bother you and put up a sign!

Can anyone predict life and death accurately down to the hour?

What's the point?

"Okay!" Flute Medicine Buddha said while holding the roasted pheasant.

"Half for each person and one rabbit for each person, how about that?"

How dare Fan Jian say anything bad?

He is about to go to the West to seek Buddhist scriptures. Let alone half of it for one person, it’s okay to give him the whole one!

"Thank you then!"

The Flute Medicine Buddha said, stopped dividing the chicken, blew on it, tore the chicken apart like a wolf and swallowed it.

"Can you respect me a little and stop reading other people's minds all the time?"

Fan Jian rolled his eyes and said.

"Do you old guys like you do this casually?"

"If I don't say it, you will guess whether I heard it but didn't say it!" Di Yaofuo said.

"I said it, at least you know for sure that I heard it, and I don't care! Rather than letting you have selfish suspicions, why don't I tell you directly!"

"Buddhism is profound!" Fan Jian said, applauding.

"What is this? You will know it when you live to our age!" said the Medicine Buddha.

"Except for cultivation and successors, everything is empty! You can't ascend to the upper world, and even if you live for hundreds of years, you will die! How can there be any Buddha? How can there be any paradise? You are fooling ghosts!"

Fan Jian almost cried.

How can there be such a leader?

Is it okay to deny one’s own beliefs?

But he was about to die, so a few grumbles were his last words.

Di Yao Buddha ate the roasted chicken one bite at a time, eating it very quickly, but also very carefully, so carefully that he almost tore off every inch of meat on the bones.

After eating, I looked at the roast rabbit again.

Fan Jian couldn't help but shook his head.

It was rumored that he had been in seclusion for more than eighty years, but he didn't expect that a roast rabbit would burst into flames!

Thinking of this, Fan Jian immediately placed the remaining roast rabbit in front of him and said, "Eat whatever you want!"

Flute Medicine Buddha nodded, raised his hand, took out the bamboo flute from his body and handed it over and said.

"I'm going to die anyway, so I give this to you!"

Fan Jian looked at the bamboo flute in surprise and said.

"Is this your magic weapon? Just give it to me like this?"

"No, I can't reach my back when I'm in retreat. It's just for scratching my itch!"

When Fan Jian heard this, he immediately looked at one end of the bamboo flute and saw that the mouth of the flute was shiny with oil, and a layer of dark, sticky ash had accumulated on it.

Fan Jian had not eaten anything, so when he saw this situation, he immediately retched twice, raised his hand and threw the bamboo flute into the fire and said.

"Who wants this crap from you!"

Flute Medicine Buddha nodded and said.

"That's right. It's dirty and broken. It's been used for hundreds of years. It's just a top-grade magic weapon. What does it count?"

"It's a family heirloom! It's the lifeline!"

Fan Jian quickly reached out to the fire, picked up the bamboo flute, put it in his hand and wiped it carefully.

The Medicine Buddha picked up the roasted rabbit and started eating it again.

After eating a whole rabbit, the old monk finally burped, handed over the remaining rabbit and said.

"You haven't eaten for a long time. Eat!"

Fan Jian took the rabbit and said, "Thank you!"

"You're welcome!" Medicine Buddha Flute stood up, took two steps into the cave, and sat leaning against the wall and said.

"How is Hidden Sword Immortal doing? Is he feeling well?"

Fan Jian said while eating.

"It's good. The old man seems to be more energetic than you!"

"After all, you are called Qingmumen!" Flute Medicine Buddha smiled, then sighed and said.

"But he doesn't have long left! It's estimated that in more than ten years, if he doesn't ascend, he will be like me and lose all his vitality!"

Fan Jian was shocked when he heard this.

When I first saw the old man, he was really haggard.

He also said that he deliberately looked like that to avoid trouble. Now it seems that he only did it intentionally to be radiant!

Thinking of this, Fan Jian immediately looked around and said.

"Which realm is this?"

"Twenty-eight realms, Zhuluo Sakya Realm." said the Flute Medicine Buddha.

Fan Jian stood up immediately after hearing this and said, "Then I'm leaving! I'll see you another day!"

The Medicine Buddha smiled and said: "No need! Wait for me, I'm going to die soon! Just help me take my relics to Sakyamuni Gate, just think of it as doing me a favor!"

Fan Jian heard this and said immediately: "Stop joking, you just have to live..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw milky white fire glowing all over the old monk's body, and the light burned the old monk into ashes in the blink of an eye.

In the end, only four egg-sized relics were left.

Fan Jian sighed immediately when he saw this, picked up the relic and said.

"I'll die if I say so!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the relic suddenly getting into his body.

Then thousands of Buddha's lights bloomed in the sky, and the old monk's figure appeared in the Buddha's light.

"Disciples of the Sakyamuni Sect, listen, this young man is my successor! Take over as the replacement leader, Monk Xing, and become the new leader!"

Fan Jian stared at his face in the Buddha's light and said angrily.

"Grass!"