Chapter 737: Disrespecting the teacher and destroying the ancestors? No, it is a great filial piety!
The old monk looked at Amber up and down, but didn't find anything strange.
There is a saying circulating in this world that strange people must have different appearances. This is almost the case for those disciples with special talents in Bodhi Temple.
Amber's current ordinary appearance makes it difficult to connect him with the cracked killing stone in his hand.
"Little guy, is this not who you are?"
The old monk pondered for a moment and suddenly said in a positive tone.
Amber was stunned when he heard this. Before he could speak, he saw the face of the kind-hearted old monk in front of him suddenly began to distort.
His nose turned into a hook-like shape, and his lips gradually turned black and blue, but the most exaggerated thing was the eyes that suddenly appeared on his forehead.
As soon as the blood-red eyes appeared, they showed extremely terrifying murderous intent.
It was an extremely pure, terrifying will to kill for the sake of killing.
Yuan Xing and Yuan Fan rolled their eyes and fainted. At the same time, Xin Xin, who was standing opposite, didn't feel much better. He could only hold on for less than one breath before following in the footsteps of the two of them.
Amber was the only one left standing at this moment.
"Show me what you really look like!"
The old monk said in a very positive tone.
The real look.
Amber is very interested in this world, not only because of the high limit of power, but also because of the weird rules here.
Therefore, it is necessary to become an important figure in a force, even the leader.
He pursed his lips and thought for a while, then closed his eyes slightly. When he opened them again, his eyes had turned into red pupils, and even the whites of his eyes were bright red.
The old monk looked as if this was indeed the case.
"Yes, yes, little doll, come be my disciple. There is no one in the entire Mingwang Temple who is more suitable to teach you than me."
"Disciple Yuankong, I have met the master."
Amber followed the good example, but did not salute, but just bent down.
The old monk obviously didn't care about this, "Okay, okay, from now on you will be my only disciple. Come on, good disciple, I will give you a greeting gift."
After saying that, he reached into his arms and took out something like a parchment.
Amber took it and took a look and found that it contained the techniques for practicing the Fudo Myoyo Sutra, including how to refine the murderous aura and how to maximize the resentment of the killed.
But the strange thing is that the content above seems incomplete, giving people a sense of incompleteness.
The old monk was very enthusiastic and happy, but if the eye on his forehead contained less greed, it might be more convincing.
"Master, do you want to swallow me?"
Amber thought for a moment and made it clear.
Lao Heshang was stunned for a moment, and then the kind smile on his face turned ferocious: "Oh, you are really a smart little guy. Yes, I just want to devour you, but don't worry. Until you practice the Fudo Myoyo Sutra to a certain level, your life will not be in danger."
"Can't you give me a chance?"
Amber asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Opportunity? Hahaha."
The old monk's smile became even brighter: "That's how things are in the world. If you are better than your teacher, you can naturally swallow your teacher and increase your cultivation. But it is a pity that you are not there."
After saying that, he calmed down.
"Good disciple, be obedient and think about it from another perspective. Become one with your master. As long as your master is immortal, won't you also be immortal?"
"It seems I can't refuse."
"That's right."
"In that case."
"Huh? You! Who are you? No, you dare to bully your master and destroy your ancestors, ah!!"
This is the only way to Bodhidharma Monastery. There should be many monks coming and going, but the strange thing is that from the moment the old monk found Amber, no one was seen passing by.
Yuan Xing and Yuan Fan woke up together. As soon as they opened their eyes, they saw the terrifying elder looking down at them, with the disciple named Ling Xin standing behind them.
Yuan Kong is gone!
Some kind of speculation in their hearts made them tremble. They didn't dare to say anything and knelt on the ground obediently, pressing their foreheads against the ground.
"Do you know who Yuan Kong is?"
"To answer the elder's question, I don't know, is there such a person in our temple?"
Yuan Fan replied immediately.
Wan Xing was beaten to the punch by him, with a look of annoyance on his face.
"Yes, Not Bad."
The old monk nodded, "You go ahead."
"As commanded."
The two of them kowtowed hurriedly, and after a total of nine times, they climbed up carefully, and then walked little by little towards the Bodhidharma Courtyard in a very respectful manner.
"Elder, killing stone"
Liao Xin suddenly said: "Now that the mother stone has been shattered, do we still need to continue recruiting people?"
"No need, you practice well, Myoji Temple will still rely on you in the future."
The old monk said with a smile.
After reading the letter, I felt a very strange feeling in my heart, as if
The elder in front of him has changed. Although he still looks the same, there is something wrong.
When he wanted to take a closer look, he found that the abruptness had disappeared.
"That disciple will leave first."
"Well, go ahead."
The old monk nodded and walked towards a remote path with the killing stone in his hand. He did not stop until he came to an independent Zen room.
“So that’s what happened”
Amber looked at the door that had not been closed, with a faint smile on her face.
The old monk not only failed to steal the chicken but also lost himself. Decades of hard work turned into nothing, but these were just insignificant things to Amber. What he cared more about was the memory in the other person's mind.
This made Amber understand the current world better.
However, before he could sort it out, there was a sudden change in front of him. The surroundings that were originally bright and sunny were suddenly swallowed by darkness until the last bit of light disappeared.
Why did it happen at this time.
With a helpless sigh, Amber closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was back in the ward.
Ding Ding Ding!
The alarm clock on the bedside rang, and it was exactly eight o'clock.
Under the reinforced door, there was a very rich breakfast, milk, eggs, corn, bacon, and even a portion of macaroni with ketchup on it, which looked very appetizing.
Amber did not move, but lay on the mattress by himself, sorting out the legacy left by the old monk in his mind.
In the other party's memory, the world he is currently in is a country called Li. What's very strange is that there is no emperor or king here, and the mortals are ruled by various sects.
Since the old monk has been in the temple since he was a child, he doesn't have many memories of the mortal world. They are all very miserable scenes, and various corpses occupy a lot of space in his memory.
But these are not the most important. What Amber is most interested in is some descriptions of gods and Buddhas here.