Chapter 291

The reason why AI Beibei can't see anyone around him is also very clear, because he is now running in circles of transparent ripples with the cat.

It seems that people who are not in the same world in the same dimension, although living in the same world at the same time, can't feel each other's existence at all.

Gu Zheng was surprised. This curiosity prompted him to read on.

AI Beifang seemed to run along with the black cat for a long time, and the surrounding scene changed. When he came back again, they had arrived in the backyard of the temple.

At this time, AI Beifang suddenly saw the living people in the backyard. He ran towards the group with some excitement and shouted for help: "master! Master! The people in the hall have disappeared. What happened!"

He felt that his roar was loud enough to use the greatest strength in his life, but the people in the hospital seemed as if they did not exist and were still having their own dialogue there.

At this time, the courtyard was surrounded by a group of monks. Everyone was hiding his face and crying. The sad atmosphere shrouded the small courtyard, as if the existence of any outsider was superfluous.

The central point surrounded by those people was in a meditation room in the backyard. On the couch in the middle of the room, there was an old monk.

His age is really big. Old age spots are all over his arms, but from his smiling and kind face, we can feel that even now he is facing death, but his mood is happy.

Because his favorite apprentice is now standing beside him. His face, which has remained unchanged for thousands of years, finally brings the sadness of popularity.

Yes, the master, the client of the world, finally moved towards the sudden moment of death and decline at the age of 88.

It was at this moment that he did not forget to comfort the disciple who forced himself too hard.

"No desire, master. I'm leaving now. Since then, no old man who wastes food will hold you back."

After hearing master's words, Master Wu Yu burst into tears. If the laughing and forgetting book is still there, he is willing to use his ten-year life in exchange for master's survival for even a moment.

He came to this world, accompanied him and raised him, not his parents, but the unreliable old man in front of him.

In the life of laughing and scolding, in the extremely difficult environment, it was the old man who raised him with a smile and eating bran vegetables, and handed over his life's efforts to his own hands.

Now, I am so weak that I don't even have the ability to retain my dearest people.

Thinking of this, I hung my head without desire and pain, and the big tears fell on the ground silently.

He didn't even think about whether such behavior would affect the image of his eminent monk when he was middle-aged.

At this moment, he was crying like a child. He was already crying and couldn't help himself.

The more so, the older man above, who was on the bed and had no strength but to lean on the quilt, was more worried.

He gently touched the round head of the little monk when he was a child. I want to give him the last strength to the children raised by himself here.

"No desire, no cry. My silence is not the end of a person. The Bodhisattva will take me to the Western Paradise."

"There are more universal dharmas, more ethereal and moving Zen ideas, and Millennium immortal spiritual fruits, and I just changed a place to serve our Buddha."

"After a hundred years of life, there will be reincarnation. This time, let you, a worthless master, take a look for you first. When you get there, I will still be your nurturer. I will continue to move forward with you."

"What's more, Buddhists talk most about being born into the world. Maybe many years later, as an eminent monk, I will reincarnate again?"

"At that time, you should be my guide, teach me knowledge well, and become a greater monk than my lustless disciple."

Knowing his master's inner desire, he nodded heavily, looked at the big hand that had warmed him countless times, slowly left his forehead and pointed out the window of the meditation room.

There, there is a relatively flat hillside, green trees and mountains, and some unknown flowers.

"Just there, I don't expect the eminent monk's relic, but if I'm just a human body, please bury me there."

"It's nearest to your meditation room. I won't be lonely when I listen to your chanting every day underground."

With that, the hand seemed to be greedy for the last warmth in the world, and gently covered the tears in the eyes of the senseless mage.

After being stained with tears of sadness for him, he drooped powerlessly.

Accompanied by this action was the heartrending roar of the senseless mage, as if he had roared out the years of admiration and the years of bondage between him and his master.

"Master! Master!"

The two roars were accompanied by bursts of bells from the main hall of Huangjue temple.

"The sixth generation of emperor Jue Temple presided over, and the supreme elder passed away!"

With this chant, the master of no desire knocked his head three times in front of his master. At that moment, his forehead became blue and purple, so that others can see how sincere he was.

From today on, a generation of lustless mages have really embarked on the road of becoming saints without desire. There is no tie in the world that can prevent him from going to the strongest abbot.

AI Beifang saw the senseless mage staggering out of the meditation room like a deserted place. He hurried to the other side, waved his hand to him and said, "master, master, what's the matter? I came with the tour group. Have you found out where the tourists here have gone?"

It seemed that only the master without desire could see him. At this time, the master looked at him with tears on his face, but his face was like a body without any feelings.

Master Wu Yu just gave AI Beifang a cold look. When he saw the black cat not far away, his face softened a little.

Then, he waved his big sleeve towards AI Beifang and said, "go, mortal who entered by mistake, this is not an era you can stay for a long time."

With the wave of his sleeve robe, AI Beifang's side seemed to blow a gust of wind and pushed him out directly.

AI Beifang, who took three steps and covered his face to block the wind, stopped his backward steps.

But when he took down his arm to cover his face after the hurricane, he found that he was still in the backyard.

But this time, those large groups of monks disappeared.

There are only a few empty people in today's backyard.

There is only one monk in the middle.

I saw an old monk with a solemn appearance. He was old, with a transparent white beard hanging on his chest. He seemed to ignore everything around him. He sat in the control field of the backyard and kowtowed to the people in front of him, like a stone heart.

Even if the old monk reacted like this, the young man opposite was not angry at all, but begged bitterly.

"Ask the master to save the blood of our Lord Zhu Yunwen. Only the master in the world has the ability and courage to take in my little master."

Listening to the man's voice, it was a little sharp. The clothes on his body were like the clothes of the ancients. The kowtow sounded like a real kowtow. Let AI Beifang, who ran in front of them, get rid of the idea of what cast they were.

What's more, he stood in a position where there was a teenager who was fifteen or sixteen years old, but his eyes were as pure as a newborn baby, as if he were very curious about all things in the world, and looked around at the surrounding environment.

But these three people, without exception, seemed unable to see his existence, ignoring his harsh scream just now.

AI Beifang felt more and more strange. When he was just about to push the boy closest to him, he felt that there was an untouchable diaphragm on each other's body, and his hands could not stick to each other's body at all.

Seeing this, AI Beifang was even more flustered, but his eyes seemed to be forcing him to observe all this, looking at the things in front of him and slowly happening.

The old monk knocked blood on each other's heads, and the little boy next to him was still at a loss. When he didn't know it, he finally moved his compassion.

He sighed and said slowly, "when senior brother Wuyu passed on the chairmanship to me, he once told me."

"Huangjue temple and Zhujia Dynasty complement each other, so that they can last for thousands of years and pass on."

"We outsiders should not have meddled in the affairs of the royal family. The internal struggle of the Zhu family and the ordinary handover of political power are not things that monks can intervene."

"But it is said that this child named Zhu GUI has been demoted as a common man since he was two years old. He has been confined to the root of the imperial city since childhood. How can he be released now?"

"Now that you have come out, why do you want to become a monk in Huangjue temple?"

On hearing the old monk's inquiry, the eunuch on the side finally raised his head. The despair and strong irony on his face made AI Beifang forget to jump up and down for a while.

The old eunuch rubbed his bloody forehead with his sleeve and explained with gnashing teeth.

"This Zhu anti thief, oh, is also the Emperor Zhu Di in the mouth of the people now. His heart is too vicious."

"Not only did you kill my own prince, the orthodox Jianwen emperor, but you didn't even intend to let go of his blood."

"Yes, he guaranteed my little master to grow up without worry, but when he banned him, my little master was only two years old!"

"These are nothing. Even if you die within a high wall like this, the old slave won't hate you like this."

"Because after all, the little master can eat and drink, and spend his life without worry and sorrow."

"But what did the traitor do? When the little master grew up, he said he wanted to give him freedom, or we must be grateful for his freedom."

"If he gives money and food and can think about letting our master out, I won't say anything."

"But he didn't send anything, and didn't let any servant come out with him."

"I'm going to starve to death in the street!"

Hearing this, AI Beifang looked at the 15-year-old boy. He was a little contemptuous. He had hands and feet and free air. He could starve to death?

Are you kidding me?