I Am Immortal

  Chapter 111 Great ambition!

When Cui Shaoqing saw the young prince's 'doubtful' look, he couldn't help but lifted the hem of his clothes, kicked the young prince lightly, scolded with a smile, and said, "You really don't remember, or you don't like your sister, he always mentions it That friend in the dream, why did you make such a gesture? I know that the reason why you left the palace a little late is because you want the person in charge of the student's native place to investigate that person."

   "For this reason, my sister almost met a murderer."

  The young county king sighed and said, "So, it's just a dream!"

"And in that nightmare of my sister, she always vaguely remembered that her good friend was a world-renowned talent, an unparalleled celebrity, and every time he persuaded me to learn, she always mentioned him, saying: How about Master Qi, how about Master Qi."

   "It's so annoying to hear!"

   "Besides, in the thirteen places of Kyushu, I can't find a student with that name."

  Cui Shaoqing was surprised: "You really looked for it?"

   "I really listen to your sister."

   "It seems that she is really impressed with that friend."

  The young county king exhaled and said seriously:

   "Dreams always beautify memories."

  The young master of the Cui family laughed out loud.

  ………

When Qi Wuhuo and Mingxin went to the medicine shed, they saw the gray-clothed monk who told him the cause and effect of the Four Noble Truths. The monk seemed to have been awake all night, and he was still taking care of the patients here. When he was a young Taoist, he still smiled and nodded his head to say hello, and then the two of them walked left and right in a tacit understanding and began to take care of these sick people.

  The previous plague has dissipated.

  Now these patients look much better.

  Qi Wuhuo used his own vitality as a needle to help them regulate their own vitality.

The little Taoist priest Mingxin was decocting the medicine with a small medicine stove. The bottom of the medicine stove was already blackened by the flames. He sat up on his buttocks, propped his chin with both hands, stared at the flame jumping with wide eyes, and became dazed.

   "The two priests are merciful."

   During his spare time, the great monk came to talk to him.

  The young Taoist raised his head and saw that he was wearing a gray monk's robe. He seemed to have exhausted his mind a bit. It seemed that there was no change, but he gave off a feeling of sadness. Qi Wuhuo said, "Master's condolences."

  The monk looked at the young Taoist in front of him, and said in a gentle voice, "It's okay."

For some reason, he always felt that the young man in front of him was quite similar to the Taoist who offered incense in the hall before the rain today, and called the pharmacist Liuliguang Rulai as the pharmacist. He even couldn't help asking, but there was always Restraint, until the end of the short chat, did not ask, but saw the boy busy again.

   If you feel carefully, the cultivation base of the young man in front of you is only at the level of the three talents.

Although its foundation is strong, no matter whether it is Yuanshen, Yuanqi, or Yuanjing, the foundation is solid, and it is thicker than the ordinary innate Qi, but there is absolutely no way to have such a means, just call it The pharmacist Liuliguang Tathagata is the pharmacist...

   Shouldn't, shouldn't.

  The gray-clothed monk's frowning eyebrows slowly came down.

Seeing that it was just an ordinary young man who was busy with work, he was wearing a simple Taoist robe and was administering needles to a person. Cocoon is used to rough work. When talking to people, her voice is gentle and her eyes are always quiet.

  The monk retracted his gaze.

  Suddenly there was a sneering voice: "It's rare, it's rare, why did your little bull nose get together with you old bald?"

   "Why, it's because of the good qualifications of Xiaoniu's nose, so I got distracted thoughts?"

   "Old thief is bald, you are dishonest!"

   With such a tone, there is only one in this city.

  The monk looked up, and saw that the visitor was wearing a plain gray robe, sloppy.

   Smells of alcohol all over.

  There were hickey marks all over his neck, which made the monk's eyes twitch.

  The fingers that were holding the beads in his hands were slightly forceful.

   Let the string of plain beads make a clicking sound.

At this moment, his footsteps were staggering, and he was still holding a gourd in one hand. As he swayed forward, he raised his neck and drank wine. , the monk frowned slightly, and then stretched his eyebrows. No matter what the fortune teller said, he didn't intend to share his knowledge with him, but he still couldn't help but scolded:

   "Where did you fool around from again?!"

  The fortune teller gave him a squinting look: "Hey, yo, what, are you in a hurry?"

   "Are you envious of me spending a good night with a few girls yesterday?"

   "Fucking around?"

   "My yin and yang metamorphosis, the supreme way, is it just fooling around in your mouth?"

   "Tsk tsk tsk, the co-author monks are all jumping out of the cracks in the rocks, right? You have no father, no mother, no children and no daughter!"

  The monk in gray was expressionless, with blue veins on his forehead.

  The person in front of him always uses different tricks to provoke him.

  So the fortune teller happily said:

   "The monks can't afford the three fires of greed, hatred and ignorance?"

  He laughed a few times.

  Happy face.

  The gray-clothed monk closed his eyes and said slowly: "The poor monk has accepted your master's decree and wants to take you back."

   "Aren't you worried that he will punish you?"

  The fortune teller sneered, "Let him come."

  The gray-clothed monk sighed and said, "But if you do this, he will be sad."

  The fortune teller was a little weaker, and said:

   "Whether he is hurt or not, what does it have to do with me?"

   "I came today to deliver medicine to you."

I don't know where it came from, and as soon as I raised my hand, I threw out a lot of medicinal herbs. The medicinal powder was wrapped in oil paper, so the gray-clothed monk couldn't catch him. The fortune-teller said: "Here, here are the things." Now, go and treat these people properly, don't say I stand by and watch, you know, I don't know medical skills."

   "It's Xiao Niubi, why are you here?"

  Ming Xin pouted.

  The young Taoist was not worried, but replied: "The way of immortality is precious."

  The fortune teller clapped his hands and praised: "Immortals are precious, and there is no limit to people, good, good."

   "Your old Niubi is a good teacher!"

   "But little Taoist priest, you are a Taoist priest, why are you so close to this bald lady?"

   "Be careful."

He walked unsteadily, clapped his palm on Qi Wuhuo's shoulder, raised his eyes, and said, "You have to be careful, some people think it doesn't matter if you walk in this world, while others don't." People think that you are reckless, as the old saying goes, a child carrying a thousand pieces of gold to walk in a busy city is the way to death."

  The little Taoist said clearly: "You mean, Master Qi is that kid?"

  The fortune teller gave him a sideways glance and said, "No."

  He said succinctly: "He is that piece of gold."

  The little Taoist was dumbfounded.

The fortune-teller said again: "Besides, this bald ladle is not a good person. Among the thirteen branches of Buddhism, there are many people who are persistent, but he is even more different. He has enough cultivation, but he often comes back every time he loses his kung fu. If you want to look at the thirteen channels of Buddhism, there are few people who are persistent in Buddhism than him."

   "He has made two big ambitions."

   "If you are willing, you will be a Bodhisattva on the ground."

  The gray-clothed monk drooped his eyelids and said:

   "If you say any more, the poor monk will call out your real name and reveal your true identity."

  The fortune teller sneered and said, "If you dare to reveal my truth, then I have to start with the story of you still wet the bed when you were six years old in your previous life."

   "Also in your previous life, you were robbed by a female mountain bandit and taken to the mountain to be the master of the village."

   "In my previous life, when I was picking peaches, I fell off and tore my crotch."

   "Shangshangshangshang... countless stories that were not even human before, and your original [truth] at that time."

  The gray-clothed monk didn't care about the first few sentences.

   But this last sentence made the veins on his forehead twitch wildly.

oh? Oh oh oh oh!

  The little Taoist priest Mingxin squatted in front of Brick, took out the preserved fruit given by his uncle from his arms, and gnawed on it.

  The two eyes are round and bright.

   It's just a pity that the two people looked at each other, but they stopped talking tacitly.

  As if they were intimidated by what each other said.

  The fortune teller sneered a few times, looked at Qi Wuhuo and said, "Tomorrow is the time for [Mingzhen Daomeng], do you remember my method?"

  The young Taoist nodded, and then said: "Sir, the method should be different from the ordinary way of entering the Tao."

  Vietnamese said that Daomeng can enter every day.

  The fortune teller laughed loudly and said, "It's different, but you can still enter [Mingzhen Daomeng]."

   "Anyway, it's good to be able to get in."

   "But how much can you get, can you know the news you want to know."

   "It depends on your ability."

He smiled, patted Qi Wuhuo on the shoulder, turned and left, muttering and sighing: "Really, what kind of teacher, you can't stock up like this, I can't even watch Mr. Niubi, when I see you, sir, I will definitely give you a good meal!"

   "Huh? Wait... I clearly decided to play in the world, why did I take the initiative to intervene in this matter and remind him?"

   "It's not in my character."

   "I even provoked this monk, and I always feel that he will do something if I talk about it."

   "The pharmacist Liuliguang Tathagata is gone, and it is possible for him to act in anger."

   "I couldn't have missed this, but here I am."

  The fortune teller propped his chin on one hand.

   confused.

  Fingers drooped slightly, as if trying to figure things out, as if planning to do something.

   Then he was a top-notch prophetic spirit inside and outside the Three Realms, so he instinctively gave up on this matter.

   "Forget it, it's not important."

  He burped.

   "Huh? What did I just say I was going to do?"

   "Why are your legs a little soft all of a sudden?"

   "Let me think about it? Tell him a meal in front of the old cow's nose?"

   "Strange, why would I want to do such a boring thing?"

   "It's boring, so I don't do it."

  …………

  After the fortune teller left, the young Taoist looked at the monk who had recovered his peace, and asked naturally:

   "Master has made a great wish?"

  The monk lowered his eyes and replied: "Yes."

Mingxin widened his eyes, looked at Qi Wuhuo, and then looked at the monk. Although he said he was a Taoist monk, he had some understanding of what the great wish represented. After all, only those high-ranking Bodhisattvas still Only the Buddhas have great wishes. He asked curiously, "Then why don't you practice Bodhisattva fruit?"

   "Also, what is your ambition?"

  The gray-clothed monk waited until he finished asking, and replied gently:

   "Because I didn't practice to achieve my ambition, so I am just a monk."

   "As for what the ambition is..."

  He thought for a while, and said: "The poor monk still doesn't say anything."

   "At least the poor monk believes that the ambition is for yourself to listen to, so that you can be vigilant in your heart, don't forget your heart, let yourself know what you are going to do, and not say it for others to listen to."

  “The real ambition should be proposed in obscurity, and then completed in obscurity.”

   "From beginning to end, only I know."

   "Otherwise, if you just talk and don't do it, isn't that just like showing off? That's not the Dharma I want to practice."

Mingxin was dumbfounded, sensing the terrifying suspicion hidden in this sentence. Among the patients, there were also Buddhist believers. Only the three of them knew what the fortune-teller said earlier, but what the monk said did not cover up , So the man couldn't help but said: "You monk, do you even doubt the great wishes of many Buddhas?! Why, you are stronger than all Buddhas?!"

   "What kind of monk are you?"

   "Where did the degree certificate be issued, and who is the monk?! Where did you place the order?! Tell me, I'm going to talk to your host!"

  The monk replied: "Nothing."

   "My heart is toward the Buddha, and I am a monk."

   "Why do you need the consent of others?"

   An old woman persuaded him, "But how dare you slander the Buddha, that is a great crime for the Buddha."

  "The Buddhas all made great vows to make the world never suffer, and to save all sentient beings."

  The monk in gray put his palms together and said slowly:

   "If the Buddha's ambition is great, it has its purpose."

   "How can there be so much killing and pain in the world?"

  "If the pain in the world is not empty."

   "The Buddhas, lie!"

There was a silent vibration, and then the man who was being treated by the monk suddenly became furious, and the bowl with half of the medicinal soup in his hand hit the monk directly, and the hot medicine spilled on the monk's robe. The drowned chicken has great cultivation and can be a bodhisattva, but he only puts his hands together and recites the Tathagata.

   Eyes drooping, only sadness.

  (end of this chapter)