861: C861 Forced Admissions

C861 Forced Admissions

With the loss of memory, I put the book on the table, but did not come up with the answer to my master's disappearance.

However, in this incomplete memory, the old man's last sentence contained two important points that left a deep impression on me.

A Divine Sense possessing a body to prolong its life should have been a method, but it just didn't exist within the Primordial Spirit. It only existed to search the soul, shatter the soul, condense memories, send a sound transmission, erase one's intelligence … Wait a minute.

Secondly, to prevent the other party from succeeding, I thought that this should be an ancient story. Could that youth also have been comparable to Luo Tian at that time?

After thinking for a long time, the three levels of confusion formed a bunch of doubts. Master's sudden disappearance, Divine Sense's possession and recovery, these were all things that I could not get rid of in my mind.

In the end, it was Reverend Cicheng who woke me up and gave me the scripture that was originally mine. He said: "Since Martial Granduncle left this for you, it is not convenient for us to take it away. I just hope that the rest of the scriptures that Junior Martial Uncle copied will not be spread out, after all it is a great treasure."

"Of course. Reverend, don't worry." I pretended to nod my head and stuffed the book back into my pocket. I thought to myself, "How could these monks know about the changes in the outside world when they don't enter the mortal world?" I must take out this Body Refinement Scripture for everyone to cultivate.

Cicheng smiled and showed his enthusiasm, forcing me to stay for a few days.

Since I couldn't hold back my enthusiasm and stayed in Li Family for a long time, I agreed to stay here for a few days.

"..."

The next morning.

Having eaten the temple's fasts, Liu Ming saw that we had settled the matter, so he took me on a stroll around Mount Song, enjoying the scenery from head to toe.

Monk De Shan followed behind me with a smile, as if he was afraid that I would take revenge on him, and tried his best to show off in front of me. Whenever there were a lot of tourists, he immediately changed his identity and didn't plan to line up.

But I still followed the rules and lined up with the other passengers.

Monk De Shan was very impatient, but he didn't dare to urge me on. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and gave me one, "Little martial uncle, come and smoke."

I raised my eyebrows but didn't pick up his cigarette. "Monk can still smoke now?"

"Aiyo, forced by the ways of the world, forced by the ways of the world." Aiyo, forced by the ways of the world, forced by the laws of the world. "Monk De Shan smiled awkwardly.

Liu Ming rolled his eyes and scolded lightly, "A fake monk, and you're still pretending to be a high monk. Luckily you were wearing civilian clothes, otherwise, the reputation of the temple would have been ruined by you."

"Put away your cigarettes. From your various appearances, you don't deserve to be a real Buddhist disciple. However, this is a matter of your temple and it has nothing to do with me. In a few days, I will leave the mountain." I turned my head and continued to line up.

Deshan got even more embarrassed after I said that. He didn't say anything else the whole time, just silently lined up with me.

After visiting several scenic spots that day, it was already evening when he returned to the temple.

Cicheng Fang prepared a table of fasting, Liu Ming and I were invited to a table, warm hospitality.

Monk De Shan pretended to be serious and had the smell of smoke in his mouth. He didn't dare to speak in front of the abbot of Cicheng.

Halfway through his meal, Lord Cicheng suddenly put down his chopsticks and looked deeply at Monk De Shan. He asked, "Junior brother Deshan, are you broke?"

"No." "Nope." Monk De Shan's face was full of guilt.

Cicheng sighed, "You have a bad personality. I, your senior, have always been helping you. With my cultivation, how could I not see through you? "Now that little uncle-master is here, and you still dare to do such a thing, I really …"

I squinted my eyes and didn't interrupt, thinking that this Reverend Cicheng was indeed a cultivator.

Monk De Shan was so scared that he couldn't even hold his chopsticks properly. He kneeled in front of Cicheng and begged for forgiveness, "Senior brother Deshan broke the rule. Deshan admitted his wrongs, please punish him."

"How many times have I punished you in the dark?" Have you ever had a memory? When young senior uncle came here, you did not even have any evidence to slander him for stealing, and even belittled his name, the so-called 'great dead'. Is that right? " Cicheng was slightly angry.

Monk De Shan did not dare to answer.

The other martial brothers all spoke up in unison and helped to persuade him. They seemed to have a lot of feelings for him.0

In the end, Cicheng refused and said, "Deshan, just follow Junior Martial Uncle down the mountain. If you follow Junior Martial Uncle, you might be able to make some corrections. If Senior Martial Brother can't help you, maybe Junior Martial Uncle can."

"No, please don't. I can't take it." I was stunned and hastily wiped my mouth. I thought to myself, "Reverend, you can't control him yourself, so why did you throw him to me?"

"Young senior uncle, you can definitely accept it. How can you not? You are my martial uncle, Deshan is your martial nephew, and as your elder, why would you have any difficulties when putting your juniors into the mortal world to temper your heart? Moreover, Junior Martial Uncle, since you are able to represent Hidden Sect, I am afraid that your cultivation is not simple, right? I'm afraid even ten of me would not be able to compare to you, Junior Master. " Cicheng suddenly laughed like an old fox.

The corner of my mouth twitched when I heard this. This Monk De Shan is sixty years old, and yet Master Fang has the nerve to call me an elder? This Lord Fang was definitely plotting something.

Without waiting for me to refuse, the abbot suddenly became serious and berated, "Deshan, quickly kowtow to your uncle master. Without waiting for me to refuse, the abbot suddenly became serious and berated:" Deshan, quickly kowtow to your uncle master.

Monk De Shan immediately turned around and kowtowed to me without thinking.

How could I afford it? Quickly helping him up, he stared at the abbot and asked: "Is this considered to be playing first and playing after? Master Fang, Master Fang, did you send Deshan to spy on me? If you do this, you won't trust me. "

"Cough cough cough ~ No, absolutely not, I see Martial Uncle your Divine Court is full of vigor, and there is the appearance of an emperor in your brow." Cough cough cough ~ No, absolutely not, I see Martial Uncle in your Divine Court, full of vigor, and there is the appearance of an emperor in your brow. The abbot said.

Even I don't believe this, as the abbot must be bullsh * tting me.

He covered up the embarrassment and said, "Martial Uncle, you worry too much. I really can't change Deshan, so take him down the mountain to see the world. That way, I can be at ease."

An Xin? Are you being lazy?

This Lord Fang is too cunning, he actually threw the burden of Monk De Shan to me.

I frowned and immediately refused. "No …"

He glared at Monk De Shan and said, "Quick, quickly continue to kowtow to your Uncle-Master. I want to take the initiative to transfer you to my uncle-master and have you acknowledge him as your teacher. From now on, Deshan, you have to call him Master!"

"Deshan, after we go down the mountain, I can't care about you anymore. Senior, everything is for your own good. Don't let down your senior's painstaking efforts. Junior is so powerful, I really don't need to worry this time. Hahahaha."

"As per senior brother's words, disciple Deshan greets master." When Monk De Shan heard this, he kowtowed continuously and even called me master.

My face turned green. How could I force someone to take in a disciple? And he's a disciple who's dozens of years older than me? If this was brought out, who would be the disciple!

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