Do you think I look like a fairy?

Chapter 101
Seeing that the old monk still lowered his eyebrows and said nothing, Chen Dongxing couldn't help but sighed.

"Old monk, you are cruel enough."

"Everyone is ruthless to others, but it's the first time I've seen someone so ruthless to myself."

"Others say we are evil, but now it seems that you people are even more evil than evil!"

Chen Dongxing didn't know what to say.

In the past, he sacrificed to train soldiers and horses all day long, and then caught ghosts and arrested gods, and kept company with ghosts and gods. Naturally, he was regarded as a heretic and a person in the evil way.

But he was single-minded.

And as for all those who practice, who doesn't want to live forever, who doesn't want to have a great future?
Even if you want to enjoy wealth.

But that also has to be a corresponding control of one's own destiny, and as long as one practices one's practice, one can choose one's next life.

But this old monk is too ruthless!

Wei Yi was also a little surprised when he saw Chen Dongxing's appearance.

Just when he was about to ask.

The old wizard, who had been watching the two big guys talking, spoke from the side at this time:

"Dare to ask seniors, what is the merit bridge and what is the road of immortality?"

"The junior has lived for 50 or [-] years, and I have never heard of such a statement. Please ask the senior to clarify."

As he said these words, he obviously felt that everyone around him breathed a sigh of relief.

Obviously, he asked everyone's doubts!
Hearing the old wizard's inquiry, Chen Dongxing also understood that he had made a small mistake.

After all, this thing is very biased.

The only feeling is that I am shocked here, take a breath, the other people's eyes are smeared, and they don't know anything!

So Chen Dongxing glanced at the old monk, and then slowly explained:

"You are all people who have achieved some achievements in practice, even if you have not entered the Tao, you can still be regarded as people in the practice."

"What's more, each of you has a more mysterious background than the other, so naturally you also understand the way of the dead pile in the countryside."

Hear his words.

Others nodded one after another.

After all, this dead pile is quite simple to say the least.

Generally speaking, it is a method used when the foundation cannot be laid when building a building.

Generally, the foundation cannot be laid, and weird things often occur, which shows that there have been problems in this place.

for various considerations.

On one side of the ancient construction project, they would choose to put a living person into the foundation and force them to death.

This can generate a lot of resentment.

Fight fire with fire, and then be able to complete the entire project.

So this dead man's pile is also abandoned by countless people, but it is also the most convenient way.

Practitioners don't want to do it, but they are mostly used in imperial court construction.

in ancient society.

This is just a mere human life. In ancient times, nothing could be cheaper than human life.

At this point, Chen Dongxing took a deep breath and continued:

"The Immortal Road of Gongde Bridge can also be said to be paralleled with the Dead Man's Pile."

"But compared to the grievances of this dead pile, the requirements for the Gongde Bridge and the Immortal Road are more stringent."

"To put it simply, this Gongde Bridge is to bury a person alive in the piers under the bridge."

"What is needed is a truly loyal person who devotes his whole body and mind to the family or sect."

"If there is no such loyalty to the body and mind, then it will not be called the Gongde Bridge, but the Yinsha Bridge."

"After all, who can be selfish?"

"Why do people from the same clan and sect sacrifice me to plan a century-old plan for you, so that you can be safe and comfortable?"

Everything is about comparison.

Wei Yi also nodded, and then said softly:

"If that's the case, it's really difficult."

"With such a loyal person, why worry about the fact that the sect is not prosperous and the clan is not long. Isn't life more valuable than death?"

"In this way, it is indeed not that easy, but what Fellow Daoist said, it seems that it should not be that simple?"

Having said that, he also glanced at the old monk.

Those who have faith are cruel people.

Especially that kind of fanatic, who is even more of a werewolf, a little more than a ruthless person.

Chen Dongxing naturally knew what Wei Yi was concerned about, and then continued to explain:

"The Merit Bridge and the Immortal Road generally require someone to sacrifice and use it as the foundation for building bridges and paving roads."

"The requirement is to be able to dedicate yourself to it without a trace of resentment."

"If that's all it is."

"After all, the specific construction methods of these two things can be regarded as secret, but someone should use them."

"That's the problem!"

"If you want to truly build the Chengde Bridge, build an immortal road, and increase luck for the family sect at all times, it is naturally not that simple."

"To put it bluntly, it means sacrificing one person, and then benefiting the whole family, and this person will have to live forever and never escape."

"How difficult is this?"

"As far as I know, the Gongde Bridge lasted for only 200 years. After that, the whole family was wiped out overnight."

"You can imagine the weight of this lifetime!"

Human hearts are fickle.

Being imprisoned for life after life, ten years can change the original intention, but what about 20 or 50 years?

When all his veins are wiped out.

When all his cares are gone, can he continue to endure eternal pain and add luster to those who have nothing to do with it?
Not necessarily!
"So, in the future generations, there are Buddhist masters who put forward ideas."

"And to complete this most important step, an eminent monk who sees through the world of mortals needs to imprison the true spirit and lock the body with Buddhism."

"Sit cross-legged in the fire of karma and burn the relics."

"Then bring it to the Daxiong Hall, and enshrine it in the whole temple for 49 days, and bless the mind power of the whole temple."

"In this way, as long as there is one person who sacrifices himself for others every hundred years, he will not repeat the same mistakes of extinction."

"Luck is lingering, incense is not extinguished!"

When it came to the end, Chen Dongxing looked at the old monk with a poor cultivation level in front of him, and he felt admiration in his heart.

"hiss……"

"hiss……"

"..."

After he finished speaking, the voices of gasping for air appeared from under the Bodhi tree.

Now everyone looked at the old monk's expression changed.

This is really cruel.

This old monk can't be messed with!

After Chen Dongxing finished explaining, the old monk raised his eyelids, and then chanted the Buddha's name:
"Amitabha~"

Then the old monk stood up.

After walking two steps to the sun, holding the rosary in his hand, he turned around and looked at the four of them, whispering softly:

"There is no bodhi tree,

The mirror is not a platform either.

There was nothing,
Where is the dust. "

"Born here, raised here, the poor monk's merits and virtues are full, thank you fellow Taoists for seeing me off..."

He smiled when he finished speaking.

She smiled very softly and kindly, and those soft eyes seemed to be able to contain everything.

Followed by.

A handful of flames suddenly appeared around him.

It seems to be the projection of the sun, it looks very hot, but it is illusory.

However, as time went by, as the old monk recited the Buddha's name faster and faster, the flame became more and more real.

Less than a quarter past one.

The red flame turned into a real firework completely, and even a few people under the Bodhi tree far away could feel the heat.

"Oh~, why bother to come~"

Wei Yi sighed lightly, but he would not stop this kind of thing that you like and I want.

The four of them looked at the old monk quietly.

I only saw the flame, which seemed to be burning from below.

The flame burned the flesh, making a crackling sound, and even the creaking sound of pork in the pot.

"Crackling!"

What's even more frightening is that the flame didn't even spare the bones. In a short while, most of the legs were gone.

Even the old monk had difficulty sitting cross-legged.

But that's it.

The old monk still had a smile on his lips.

Seeing such a ruthless scene, everyone twitched the corners of their mouths, not knowing what to express.

The flames were reflected in everyone's eyes.

The sound of crackling and burning fat still lingered in my ears.

This is not the kind that sits down and walks away directly, leaving the relics behind, but the kind that really burns.

Because he wants to keep a truly effective relic, he can only do this if his cultivation base is not high!
at last.

In the silence of the crowd.

The old monk had completely disappeared into the flames.

Only the cassock that was taken off in advance, and the three relics left in the flames, are shining brightly in the sun.

Seeing this scene, Wei Yi let out a sigh of relief:

"It's over~"

Hearing this, Chen Dongxing sighed softly as if in a dream:
"Yeah, it's over~"

He has lived for so many years, and this is the first time he has seen such a ruthless character.

He's actually a monk!

The two of them with the highest cultivation base are already like this, let alone the other two.

They haven't recovered yet.

Shocked.

In addition to shock, it is also shocking.

The first time they saw it, the half-burned man smiled at them.

That is to say, everyone is a practitioner.

Otherwise, you will have nightmares at night!
Sighed.

Wei Yi stepped forward, picked up the three relics, then picked up the Jinlan cassock, wrapped the three relics in the cassock.

Then put your hands up in respect.

"Let's go~"

Wei Yi walked out of the small bodhi courtyard slowly, followed by Chen Dongxing and three others.

"crunch..."

The wooden door opens from the inside.

Looking up, I saw a monk in his 30s with a miserable face, standing at the door and reciting sutras while clasping his hands.

Seeing the wooden door open, the monk immediately raised his head.

But when he saw the cassock in Wei Yi's hands, his expression became even more miserable.

"Amitabha."

"The poor monk left the dust and met all the seniors."

"Master has told me to wait before, thank you seniors for your support."

Liao Chen clasped his hands together, then slowly stretched them out, and respectfully took off the Jin Lan cassock and three relics in his hands.

At the moment of receiving the cassock.

The sad monk in front of him seemed to have grown up.

see this scene.

Everyone also remained silent.

Because they didn't know what to say to the monk in front of him who had just lost his master.

Master, master, is both a teacher and a father.

Even being a father is a bit more than being a master.

Just as they were leaving.

Suddenly, a bell rang in Mingdeng Temple.

"Boom~"

"Boom~"

"Boom~"

"..."

The bell rang nine times, dull and sad.

A generation of masters, the founder of Mingdeng Temple passed away.

(End of this chapter)