I Am Immortal

Chapter 495: It turns out to be you, it’s you!

“So, you really don’t remember who you are?”

 “Oh, that’s it.”

"I see."

In this jungle, Mingxin sat on a piece of horizontal wood, holding her chin in her hands, nodding her head clearly. There were some bonfires in front of her, and she roasted a rabbit on it. On the opposite side of the bonfire, a tall man , the handsome-faced man sat cross-legged, his thick eyebrows furrowed, and said: "When you met me, was I there?"

"yes."

 “You don’t know me?”

 “Of course I don’t know him.”

The little Taoist priest shook his head Mingxin. He remembered that he had seen someone lying in front of the **** office to blackmail someone. He immediately turned to the side, subconsciously covered the money bag, and said with a tight face, "Little Taoist priest" I just came here, and it really has nothing to do with this uncle’s injury.”

 “Huh, I didn’t say that either.”

The man snorted coldly and lost his memory. His tone still had a natural arrogance and he said lightly:

“Walking in your ways will make you as useless as rubbish!”

“Even if I lie here and let you beat me, you won’t be able to hurt me in the slightest!”

The little Taoist priest Mingxin was dumbfounded:

 “Ah, you, you!”

Mingxin stammered: "You, why are you like this? I found you!"

 The man said arrogantly: "Why should I need you to save me?!"

His eyes swept over the man in front of him who had a face that said, "I saved people, but the people I saved also scolded you for being nosy. How could there be such outrageous things in this world!" ' The little Taoist priest sneered, stood up and said calmly: "I'm going on my own, you'd better leave here as soon as possible."

He was covered in blood, but he didn't seem to care about it at all. He walked forward step by step and passed by the dumbfounded little Taoist priest. At this time, he paused and said lightly: "I advise you, nothing that can hurt me is anything like this." You're an ordinary mediocre person in this world. With your behavior, you'd better not have anything to do with me. Be careful."

 The little Taoist priest was in a daze: "..."

 “Have you forgotten everything?”

The man sneered and said: "Although I have forgotten the past, this body and mind are bright and majestic, worthy of all things. I am naturally tyrannical. Even if I have forgotten the past, I still know that those who can defeat me and beat me to the point of serious injury and amnesia are six. There will be no more than ten fingers inside and outside the world. Your cultivation is as small as an ant and as humble as dust. You are definitely no match for them."

 “If you are more sensible, please leave quickly in the opposite direction to me.”

Ming Xin is holding the dry food in her hands, feeling sluggish.

 The little Taoist priest who left Shanmen and Zhongzhou for the first time at the age of fifteen was directly taught a lesson by this world.

How come there are such annoying guys in this world!

Doesn’t it mean that after amnesia, the shaping of a person by the things he has experienced will disappear and he will return to his original nature? !

 The nature of this person—

irritating!

After being stunned for a while, he heard a loud thud from behind. The little Taoist priest suddenly stood up and turned around to see the proud and domineering man hit the ground hard, with energy running around his body and blood flowing continuously. , the breath is sluggish.

Mingxin was startled, but without hesitation, he stepped forward and helped the man up. The latter's eyes were vague, his pupils were out of focus, and he was seriously injured. His tone was weak, but still full of arrogance, and he said lightly: "Let go."

The little Taoist priest Mingxin sighed, held his arm, and said:

"I can't ignore you. If you don't care, you might die here."

The little Taoist priest said naturally: "Everything we know and the world is made by our own heart. Because I have met you, you are reflected in my heart. If I see you in danger, I will not To save you means that there is a crack in my xinxing, and the external world reflected in my heart is no longer complete."

 “Humph, boring.”

 The man said calmly: "If I die, your mind has flaws, what does it have to do with me?"

The young Taoist lost his temper and said, "If I save you, what does it have to do with you!"

The man wanted to retort, but his injuries were too serious after all. He could only try his best to control his body and prevent the escaping flames from burning the young Taoist. Fortunately, the young Taoist knew what he was doing. There are some Taoist practices in this way, and he finally helped him out of this mountain.

There was a small town at the foot of the mountain. The little Taoist priest went to buy some medicinal materials. Using the medical skills he had learned since childhood, he made a bowl of soup for the man to drink. He took out a clean Taoist robe and gave it to the man. He said, "Let's go to the town to find it." Doctor, let’s take a look. It’s best to have something to eat. How about that?”

"The blood on your body is really scary. I also have a clean Taoist robe here. Can you put it on first?"

“Hmph, this body and mind are born and nurtured, and there is no trace of them that cannot be seen by the common people. Why should I change my clothes?!”

The little Taoist priest Mingxin became angry and said: "Change!"

The man snorted coldly, grabbed his clothes, and changed them on the spot.

 The little Taoist priest understood his mind: “…”

When I went to the town, although there were several old doctors, they could only express their helplessness for such difficult and complicated diseases as amnesia. The little Taoist priest politely saluted and thanked him, and then left a few copper coins as a consultation fee. However, the man in Taoist robes crossed his arms, raised his chin slightly, and said:

 “Humph, waste.”

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　用者.

“How can you guys be able to cure my amnesia?!”

 “It’s ridiculous!”

The little Taoist priest covered his forehead with his heart clear.

 Why are you so proud that you have amnesia even though others cannot cure it? !

 There is something wrong with you!

He had no choice but to obediently bow to the doctors, drag the extremely arrogant 'Taoist' over there, and persuade him, saying that you should at least calm down and pretend, but when he saw that guy, he was still like this He looked like he would never change, so he could only sigh and said:

“Forget it, there should be no doctor here, let’s go get something to eat first.”

The little Taoist priest weighed his small money bag, then pointed to the noodle shop over there, and said: "I have been away from Zhongzhou for a long time, and I have been eating dry food. I haven't eaten noodles for a long time. I finally managed to eat some today, ahem, I think you don’t have much money, otherwise, I’ll treat you.”

 The man said: "Money? What is it?"

Mingxin sighed.

 He felt that after leaving Zhongzhou Fucheng, he sighed frequently.

 At the noodle shop, the little Taoist priest held his money bag, thought about it, and said:

“Two bowls of Yangchun noodles, um, add an egg!”

The waiter who was waiting for him said neatly:

“Okay, two portions of Yangchun noodles, one with chicken, please take a seat, you two!”

The little Taoist priest Mingxin and the man sat at a square table. The little Taoist priest put down the bamboo basket on his body. He was wearing a light blue Taoist robe and carried various large and small bags on his side. He looked around excitedly. Almost two bowls of noodles were served. They were large bowls with clear soup and chewy noodles. Two boiled cabbage sums were added with a little soy sauce and chopped green onion. They looked very delicious.

　　The little Taoist priest swallowed, and then pushed the bowl with the chicken to the man.

The latter raised his eyes slightly and said coldly: "What are you doing?"

The little Taoist priest smiled and said: "Ah, when I was on the mountain, every time when my health was not good, the master would add a chicken to my bottom. It was very good for my health, and I was reluctant to eat it."

"snort."

The man sneered. For some reason, he always felt that it was too ridiculous for him to eat this food to replenish his health. However, looking at the little Taoist priest over there who was swaying happily, he still snorted and ate slowly. , said calmly: "That is money, right? I saw you still have a lot of money in your purse, why don't you add one to yourself?" The little Taoist said: "Ah? Did you see it?"

He took a bite of noodles, bit his chopsticks and said, "There is still a long way to go. I don't have much money, so it's good to spend as little as possible."

"snort…"

The man sneered. The little Taoist priest Mingxin was already familiar with this guy who always sneered and had a bad mouth. With the characteristics of a Taoist disciple, he could calmly ignore him and said: "Speaking of which, do you really not remember?" Don’t remember the name either?”

 “Name? What do you want that thing for?”

"Ah, I mean, in this case, I can't call you hey, hello, or uncle, right?"

"I just saw a fortune teller on the roadside. I am a disciple of the Taoist sect, and I still believe in [Destiny]. Otherwise, if we finish eating noodles later, we can go to the fortune teller to do some fortune telling and see what the fortune teller is. Whatever hexagram comes out, just give it a name according to destiny. How about calling you like this until your memory recovers?"

 The man was dismissive.

 Fortune?

 I have all the ancestors who tell fortunes...

I just don’t know why, but when he thought of this, his thoughts suddenly stopped.

It was like the aftereffects of being hit by a heavy object. My brain went blank for a moment. I frowned slightly and felt strange. In the end, I chose to go with the little Taoist priest. The fortune teller was a man in his forties or fifties, with his hands in his sleeves. , taking a nap slowly, and after the little Taoist priest explained his purpose, the fortune-telling man glanced at the arrogant 'Taoist', yawned, and shook the fortune-telling tube in his hand.

　　Throwing out some coins, he began to arrange and interpret the hexagrams, while he said casually: "Ah, your hexagrams are not very good."

 “Oh, this is unlucky, I need to resolve it.”

 The man frowned and looked unhappy, while the little Taoist priest nodded repeatedly, looking quite serious.

The amnesiac man looked around impatiently.

  Simply sat on a chair on the side and took a nap.

While the little Taoist priest was listening, another man slowly approached. His eyes were slightly red, and he came to the side of the little Taoist Mingxin. Just when the fortune teller was about to say something, the man suddenly He got violent and shouted angrily, "Damn Niubi, die!"

 A bell rings!

 The golden Buddha's light showed violence at this time!

He is one of the monks who came from the Buddhist Kingdom of Western Heaven and entered the human world to teach the Dharma. After experiencing the mighty king and Qi Wuhuo, he destroyed the Buddha and transformed the Buddha into a Taoist. When the ferocious murderous intent arose at this moment, there was actually a trace of blood in the Buddha's light, showing the killing.

 The little Taoist Ming Xin has talent and understanding, but at this moment he is only in the realm of a Taoist priest.

Coupled with the monk's sudden rise, he couldn't react for a moment. He could only watch the monk's hood fall down, his eyes were scarlet and full of murderous intent. The latter saw that the extremely talented Taoist genius was about to die in his own hands. There was a hint of joy and madness in his eyes.

The flowing Buddha's light, the seeping blood, the astonishment of others, and the ecstasy in the monk's eyes seemed to turn into a picture, and the next moment -

 The Buddha's light suddenly shattered.

A palm stretched out, pierced the Buddha bell almost instantly, and grabbed the monk's wrist.

　　　! !

The monk's heart froze and he suddenly raised his head.

The last thing he saw was messy black hair with red tips. He saw a pair of eyes with small pupils and large whites. They were cruel, ruthless and arrogant. The black hair danced wildly, and an indescribable terrifying oppression filled him. The next moment , a terrifying flame converged, leaving only endless heat, and then swept across the front with a terrifying frequency that could not be captured by the naked eye.

By the time the fortune teller and Mingxin reacted, there was nothing in front of them.

 There is not even dust.

It was as if the monk had evaporated out of thin air.

The amnesiac man slowly retracted his palm and snorted coldly. His eyes dropped, as narrow as a knife, which made the fortune teller shudder. Then he laughed and said, "Ah, hahaha, that monk ran so fast. In a blink of an eye, It’s gone, ah, ah, hahaha.”

“This speed is fleeting, fleeting.”

“Come on, come on, you two, let’s continue to interpret the hexagrams, continue to interpret the hexagrams!”

The man pursed his lips, swallowed the blood from the internal injuries caused by the attack, and said calmly:

 “How are the hexagrams?”

As he stood there, the fortune teller felt an indescribable sense of terror and oppression. He trembled and said:

 “If you interpret the hexagram…”

He paused and didn't want to speak, but under the man's gaze, he didn't dare not speak, so he had to say with difficulty: "Your hexagram is, [Jun has no mouth, Yi is not a human being]."

 The first sentence is that you have no mouth and cannot express yourself;

 The second sentence is even more extreme.

　　It's like pointing directly at the nose and scolding - Iferen, you are not a human being!

The man said coldly: "Jun Wukou, Yi Feiren, what are you?"

The little Taoist priest Ming thought for a while and said, "Is it the word fan? It seems to be [Yin]."

The man with amnesia seemed to dislike the fortune teller and said impatiently: "Yin? Yin is Yin. Anyway, it's just a name. From today on..."

“Just call me [Daoren Yin].”

 He said this to the young man who was called [Xizhenren] by later generations.

The fortune teller watched the two people leave, wiped his cold sweat, and said: "Ah, it really scared me to death. If I had known that fortune telling was so difficult, I would have stopped doing it. Didn't the fortune teller before say that by comparing it with the hexagram book, Is there nothing wrong? Oh, it’s really difficult... What kind of hexagram book is this?"

 He was extremely frightened.

 This hexagram book was bought by him a few days ago for ten copper coins.

 Ten copper coins were tossed up and landed in the palm of the hand.

The man in green shirt tossed the copper coin, his eyes were calm and indifferent, there was endless golden light inside, as if he could see the laws of all things and the traces of the future. At this moment, he had a glimpse of the core of luck and cause and effect, looking at the big one The two younger Taoists walked away and said calmly:

“[Yin] Taoist, [Xi] Zhenren.”

  "【Yin】,【喜】.”

 “Divided into two, grafted and changed, to obscure the secret of heaven.”

 “To overcome the calamity of killing, to overcome the situation of death.”

He flicked his sleeves and robes, stood up calmly, and said to himself: "Although I still came to have a look, that's it, let him go as to what the future will bring."

“I’m going to see Qi Wuhuo and give [this thing] to him.”

 The man in green shirt with gray temples left and went to look for Qi Wuhuo.

 Want to see him before leaving.

 (End of this chapter)