Hidden Blade Chapter 168: 9 difficult

When Guanglin Ghost woke up.

What caught his eyes was an old face.

That is an old monk.

An old monk resembles the old monk in his memory, but it is not his human face.

Although he can't remember what the name of the old monk is, or what he looks like, he is still quite sure that the old monk in front of him is not the old monk.

It stands to reason that after being in a coma for such a long time, I am in a place where I don't know where, and there is a person who I don't know who is standing in front of him.

The first question should be "Who are you?" or "Where is this?"

Or if it doesn't help, you have to ask how long you have been in a coma and why you are here.

And Guanglin Ghost’s first question is none of this.

He looked at the old monk, or at the abbot of Longyin Temple, Li Dongjun's only disciple, Master Buku asked: "Where is Ding Dong?"

This question is of course a bit abrupt, even inexplicable.

After all, Master Buku didn't even know who Dingdong was, so how could he answer Guanglin Gui's question?

But the master of Buku didn't show any surprise or embarrassment about this. He never thought of answering the question of the little monk from the beginning.

He squinted at Guanglin Gui, a complicated look appeared on his wrinkled face--a look of remembrance and worry, joy and sorrow.

He watched for a long time, until the anxiety on Guanglin's ghost face still turned into dissatisfaction, the old monk's voice sounded for the first time in the wooden house surrounded by sandalwood.

He said: "Have you seen him?"

The problem of the old monk is more confusing than the problem of Guanglin ghost.

"Who?" The inevitable Guanglin Ghost frowned at that time, puzzled.

"Li Dongjun." The old monk squinted his eyes suddenly and opened them round, and a terrifying light burst out of his turbid eyes, like an Arhat's eyes, like a big Buddha watching the world. Panic and majestic, straight away.

"Li Dongjun?" Guanglin Ghost frowned, and this name seemed to have some indescribable magic to him.

This made him dazed. He remembered that outside the Niutou Village, after he had slaughtered hundreds of thieves, Liu Dingdang fell seriously ill, and then he met the guy who claimed to be the Lord of the Palace of Sun Luo.

He saved Liu Dingdang. He claimed to be the King of Ksitigarbha. He took him to the depths of the Gu Lin and poured some terrifying power into him beside the bones of the big monster. During the appointment, he seemed to have heard the name Li Dongjun mentioned by that person.

But who is Li Dongjun?

Why does he think this name is so familiar, but why doesn't he remember how the owner of this name was born?

Thinking about this, Guanglin Ghost's brows are frowning deeper and deeper, and there are bursts of pain in his brain because he tries to remember something.

It's as if there is something in the dark that prevents him from remembering something.

Dense sweat began to appear on his forehead, and his face gradually became pale.

He was faintly aware that something seemed to want to wake up from his body, an unresistible pressure enveloped his body, he was about to be swallowed by that thing, but his mind A figure suddenly appeared in the middle.

Guanglin Gui's body shook at that time, and he suddenly woke up.

"I'm going to find Ding Dong!" He said this and wanted to rush out of the room.

"Amitabha Buddha." But at this moment, an old Buddha's name suddenly sounded behind him.

Guanglin Ghost's body was like a heavy blow at that time, and suddenly froze in place, while the voice of the old monk behind it sounded again.

"It's hard to get rid of the heart."

The voice of the old monk seemed to carry some unspeakable magical power. It passed through the eardrum of the little monk, passed his body, and hit his soul straight.

Some blurry pictures emerged in my mind.

It's a bustling street, and there are constant pedestrians on both sides of the road. The vendors shouting on the street are holding candied gourds, clay dolls, puppets, and more. Guanglin ghosts cannot be named but Something very interesting. The young monk and the old monk walked side by side on the street. The old monk lowered his eyebrows, but the young monk looked around.

This is the first time the little monk has walked out of the mountain gate, and it is also the first time he has seen the world of flowers under the mountain.

The purpose of their trip was to save the souls of a benevolent person in the city. He went out of the mountain gate with the master early in the morning. They had only just finished this matter, and then they had to rush back to the temple overnight. .

The coming and going were too hurried. He didn't have time to savor the prosperity of this world, so he wanted to return to the mountains again.

After all, the little monk is young, and he is used to seeing the ancient Buddha of the blue lantern in the ancient temples in the deep mountains. Everything in this world, even the most common candied haws or puppet shows on the street, has great attraction to him. Naturally, it is inevitable to look back three times, reluctant to give up.

"The mortal dust is dreamy, but like bubbles. If you want to see my Buddha, you must break the dust." At this moment, the old monk beside him squinted his eyes and said.

The little monk in the phantom gritted his teeth when he heard the words, and finally looked back at the prosperous world, finally nodded to the old monk, and said in a crisp voice: "I see, Master."

As soon as the sound fell, the phantom in Guanglin Ghost's mind suddenly disappeared, but before he recovered, the voice of the master of no suffering resounded again in the ancient house burning incense.

"The dilemma is difficult to break the kinship."

So, certain images once again appeared in Guanglingui's mind.

The little monk in the picture has grown into a young man. He is dressed in a white robes and looks as handsome as if he was drawn by a painter stroke by stroke.

He stood in front of a dilapidated thatched hut, with a calm expression, like a big Buddha watching the world. Although he was full of compassion, he did not see the slightest emotional fluctuations that a stranger should have. That kind of compassion is almost equal to all beings, and no one will be treated differently because of any relationship.

And in front of him, an old couple over 60 years old was looking at the monk with tears in their eyes.

"Atu, won't you stay for a few more days?" The thin old woman stepped forward, watching the monk tremblingly and asked.

"The time is enough, it's time to go back to the mountain gate." The young monk made a Buddhist ceremony to the woman. The Buddhist ceremony was very decent, but with a sense of rejection. Icy.

"Is that so?" The expression on the old woman's face became a little lonely, and although the old man on the side hadn't said anything, the concern and dissatisfaction in his eyes were almost written on his face.

"When will you come again?" But soon the woman asked again, staring at the young monk with a strong hope between her brows.

But the monk's answer made her heart tremble. He said in a calm and almost statement tone: "I won't be back again."

This time, before the old woman's turn to respond, the old man who had been silent on the side stepped out and asked in surprise: "Why?"

"We met this time for the sake of the fate of the dust. The fate of the dust is already met today. If so, why should we meet again." The monk said so, he turned and left.

When the two old men saw this, their expressions changed again and they were about to stop, but at that moment, they seemed to have thought of something, their faces were ashamed, and they stopped their hands. They can only watch from a distance the young monk dressed in white gradually disappearing into their eyes.

After Bai Xi's situation, the monk came to a place a hundred feet away from where the two old men were.

There was a woman in a long shirt with long sleeves standing there, looking at the monk with a smile.

She walked up quickly, her pink sleeves floating in the spring breeze, like a flying swallow across the wasteland.

"Are you done? Brother Dongjun." The woman stood still in front of the monk and asked with a smile.

"Yeah." The monk nodded, the expression on his face still extremely calm.

"When will you come again?" the woman asked again.

"Won't come again."

"Why? They are your parents!?" The woman looked surprised.

"Come for the fate of the dust, the fate of the dust is gone, why meet." The monk's tone was still calm, calm as if he was explaining something trivial.

"Are you angry with them? Because they abandoned you back then..." the woman asked with a frown, her brows looking worried.

"Not seeing the Buddha, it is difficult for the common people to live, my heart has already promised the common people, I can't tolerate them..." At that moment, the monk's tone finally changed slightly, but this change was quickly restrained by him.

The woman seemed to feel this. She didn’t want to entangle on this topic anymore. Her face once again wore a smile like a spring breeze. She narrowed her eyes and stared at the monk and suddenly asked: “Then I What?"

The monk's body was shocked again. He took a deep look at the woman, and after a while, he turned around and left in silence.

And making this monk so speechless was a rare victory for the woman. The smile on the corner of her mouth was even worse, and she quickly caught up with the pace of the Taoist leaving.

Such a picture disappeared in Guanglingui's mind at that moment, but a voice was vaguely heard: "Your most difficult disaster, so I left you for the end... "

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"Eight Dilemma Reincarnation."

After that, Master Buku’s voice sounded one after another, and each voice was injected into Guanglingui’s mind along with the pictures. His eyes gradually became hollow with the flashing of these pictures. He I gradually entered a state of forgetting things...

"Nine Difficulties to Bury the Red Face..."

At this time, the last voice of the Master Buku rang, but this one was no longer as sonorous as before, on the contrary, it was like a long sigh.

At that time, he looked at the Guanglin Ghost who had sat down cross-legged with his eyes closed, and Master Buku's eyes flickered.

He opened his mouth again and said softly.

"This last difficulty... can you survive it?"

"Master?"