Chapter 2703 A person who aspires to be a monk!
Somewhere in the starry sky.
Qianye, who had just broken through the realm and was full of high spirits, was taking Ye Junyi to observe the various changes in the new world. He seemed to suddenly sense something, paused, and frowned.
"What's wrong?"
Ye Junyi was a little surprised.
"Nothing."
Qianye shook his head, and his handsome face was full of confusion: "I suddenly feel very uncomfortable."
Uncomfortable?
Ye Junyi was stunned again, and asked with concern: "Your cultivation..."
"It has nothing to do with cultivation."
Qianye himself was a little uncertain, frowned and said: "It feels like someone has fleeced me and made wedding clothes for others."
With a chuckle.
Ye Junyi couldn't help but laughed out loud.
"You think too much."
She thought.
Except for the former Mu Qianhua, where in this world can make Demon Lord Qianye suffer?
...
Sorry Qianye.
This is really the last time I will fleece you.
Apologize silently.
The guilt that Gu Han felt towards Qianye disappeared instantly.
As his figure rose and fell.
He had come to a land full of spiritual energy, where the vitality of heaven and earth was so rich that it could not be dissolved.
It was the former Western Desert!
The Western Desert was originally barren, but Yun Jiansheng turned the rain with his sword, and now there are endless opportunities, so it is naturally no longer as desolate as it once was.
Compared with the past.
Today, there are many sects and families in the Western Desert, and there are many forces of all sizes. Even the number of mortals has increased by dozens or hundreds of times. Wherever you look, there is a prosperous scene.
"I'm back..."
Gu Han sighed softly, and a trace of emotion flashed in his eyes.
Just like the Eastern Desert.
The Western Desert also carries too many unforgettable memories for him.
"Huh?"
As he looked around, he seemed to see something again and couldn't help laughing.
"It's really a coincidence."
As his robe swayed slightly, he took a step and came to the foot of a mountain.
There is a temple at the foot of the mountain.
There were two monks in the temple.
One had three eyes and six arms, and the other also had three eyes and six arms. They were both wearing coarse cloth monk robes, with faces full of compassion and kindness.
Wufa, Wutian!
Gu Han smiled and said, "I haven't seen you for many years. The two masters have made further progress in their merits and deeds. It's a cause for celebration."
He could see it naturally.
Wufa and Wutian are now half-immortal, comparable to the former God Emperor.
He was not surprised.
Although the Xiantian Saint Clan is not a native creature in this world, the two brothers have long converted to the Elm Sect and are devoted to Buddhism. The new Dao will has made some judgments and also given them a chance.
"Donor Gu?"
"Amitabha, good, good."
Suddenly seeing Gu Han appear, the two brothers were stunned for a moment, and they were also overjoyed, with a face full of relief.
A conversation.
Gu Han also learned that not long after he disappeared, the two brothers traveled around the world, and their Buddhist teachings became more and more profound. One day, they felt something in their hearts, so they came to the Western Desert to settle down, preparing to recruit disciples and promote this lineage.
They were also waiting for someone who had a great causal connection with them.
His eyes turned.
Gu Han looked at the main entrance of the temple, which only had a dark and rough plaque carved from elm wood with three words on it.
Liangchan Temple.
Gu Han sighed secretly.
Jueyuan died, the gray monk died, and Elm died... But they left behind lawlessness, the concept of this lineage, and a glimmer of possibility to promote Zen.
"Life and death, reincarnation is endless."
"But some things have long surpassed the words life and death and run through eternity."
The two brothers agreed deeply.
"Promoting Zen is just one of them."
Wu Wu put his hands together, and said with a happy expression: "I came here to find someone."
Looking for someone?
Gu Han's heart moved: "Who is it?"
"A person who has a great causal connection with us and Mr. Gu."
Wutian sighed: "He... is suspected to be the reincarnation of the master."
Reincarnation?
Gu Han was shocked and blurted out: "Master Yumu?"
"Yes."
"Where is he?"
Gu Han was also very excited. He admired Yumu from the bottom of his heart.
They looked at each other.
The two brothers said in unison: "Amitabha, the master... went to beg for food."
Gu Han: "???"
...
A dozen miles away from Liangchan Temple, there is a mortal village. Although the town is not big, there are more than a hundred households, which seems very lively.
The drizzle has not stopped.
The road is a little muddy.
A teenager, wearing a shabby monk's robe, with a dark complexion and a dull expression, took a bowl, stepped deep and shallow, came to a farmer's house, and knocked on the door.
The one who opened the door was a strong man.
"Huh?"
He was stunned when he saw the boy's attire.
He was dressed like a monk, but he still had long hair.
"This..."
He didn't know how to address him for a moment, so he could only say, "What are you going to do?"
"I want to beg for alms."
The dull boy handed over the alms bowl.
The strong man was stunned again, thinking that he was very rude, and looked at him carefully for a few times, and asked suspiciously, "Are you a monk?"
"Not yet."
The boy thought about it and said seriously, "I haven't shaved my head yet, so I can't be considered a monk, but when I beg for alms, I will be one."
The strong man: "?"
For a moment, he was almost fooled by the boy!
"You are not a monk, what kind of alms are you begging for?"
The strong man sneered: "You should be called a beggar! You should be called a little beggar!"
"It's alms."
The young man is stubborn.
"Obviously just begging for food!"
The strong man also has a stubborn temper and won't give in even a step.
"Alchemy."
"Begging for food!"
"Alchemy."
"..."
The strong man suddenly fell silent.
"Make you ***!!"
With a snap, a red slap mark suddenly appeared on the young man's face!
Bang.
The wooden door closes.
The young man stood in the rain, feeling the heat on his face and the hunger in his belly, his dull face full of confusion.
I can't make it happen.
How to become a disciple? How to become a monk?
If you don’t understand, you will not understand.
He has a very tenacious temperament. If this family doesn't work, then find another one.
Can……
The results were no different.
"If you beg for food, I can give it to you. If you beg for alms, you won't get a grain of rice!"
This is polite.
"roll!!!"
This is not welcome.
From the beginning of the village to the end of the village, he was so hungry that his chest pressed against his back, but he didn't even get half a grain of rice.
I don’t know when.
He has arrived at the last house. The owner of this house seems to be a hunter and is very prosperous. The eaves are covered with dried meat strips.
In a small but clean courtyard.
A girl who is about the same age as the boy is holding a wooden sword. She is strong and agile and dances with style.
I took a few glances.
The young man turned around and left silently.
"Hello!"
But the girl stopped him, casually wiped her sweaty forehead, trotted over, stared at him and asked curiously: "What are you doing?"
Think about it.
The young man still told her his wish to beg alms and become a monk.
"This is not easy!"
The girl didn't react at all after hearing this. She flicked her ponytail, showing off her youthful spirit, walked to the eaves, took out a meat strip, and threw it to him.
"from now on!"
"You are now a qualified monk!"
The young man looked at the meat strips in his arms and fell into deep thought. I am a person who aspires to be a monk. You want me to eat meat?
