Chapter 859

From the questioning at the beginning, to the unfounded charges later, and now being called Master Uncle by Abbot Cicheng, not to mention other monks, even I was stunned.

Spreading my spiritual consciousness and scanning the entire temple, I found several hanging paintings in the depths of the temple, and one of them was my master!

It's just that the Ren Tu in the hanging picture is not the slaughter of the slaughter, but the way of the journey, and the seniority is extremely high.

Silently withdrew my consciousness without anyone noticing it, and I gradually realized that the real Dharma name of the old man, Master, is Rentu.

Monk Deshan was shocked at first, and then he didn't believe it. He stood up immediately and denied: "You must be an impostor. Master Rentu's uncle has been missing for many years, and he doesn't know whether he is dead or alive. If you use the name of Master Uncle Come to impersonate, we absolutely cannot bear."

Abbot Cicheng heard it, suppressed it in disbelief, slowly picked up the tin stick on the ground, knocked it hard on the ground, and said kindly: "Junior Deshan, don't be aggressive when speaking, and be fair in everything. Proof, so what if I call him Master Uncle kindly?"

"And there is a proper explanation for the origin of his body training scriptures, because the body training scriptures were in charge of the master's uncle many years ago, and they were obtained by accident hundreds of years ago in our temple, so I ask Master Zhang to explain clearly, after all This is a treasure, if there is any offense in my temple, please forgive me."

The abbot Cicheng spoke quite politely, quite well-behaved.

It's just that Monk Deshan made it clear that I was a thief, insisted that I was a fake, and even blamed my master. He is simply not worthy of being a monk!

So, I gathered my spiritual consciousness again and instilled a memory of Master and me into their consciousness.

God recognizes, memory comes.

Monk Deshan looked horrified, his expression changed drastically in fright, and he shouted: "What is this? Why is it drilling into my head?"

Even the few monks around them were exactly the same. When they looked at each other, they couldn't hide their shock.

"This is Master Uncle!"

"Whose memory is this?"

"Master uncle passed away? This is impossible?!"

Abbot Cicheng looked moved, and asked: "Benefactor Zhang, may I ask you... What is this method?"

"You don't need to know, all you need to know is that my identity is not fake. Do you still doubt it now?" I said.

Monk Deshan didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore. After feeling the memory of his spiritual consciousness, he even changed his eyes towards me.

Liu Ming also felt the spiritual memory, and secretly gave me a wink, as if expressing his respect.

I nodded slightly, and then stepped forward, no one dared to stop me.

Abbot Cicheng lowered his posture, took the initiative to lead the way, and said with a smile: "It turns out that it is the junior uncle, Cicheng offended, since the junior uncle came here for the scriptures, as a junior uncle, there is no harm in taking a look."

"Then lead the way, I will only take a few glances, I won't snatch you, don't worry." I walked past Monk Deshan, swaggering on purpose.

The corner of Monk Deshan's mouth twitched, he was almost not mad at me, but he obediently followed me and called me uncle.

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When we came to an attic, Abbot Cicheng and I sat in the main seat, while Monk Deshan and a few brothers could only stand on one side, with very funny expressions on their faces.

Abbot Cicheng waved his hand, and immediately sent someone to fetch the scriptures. While waiting, he said, "Master Uncle, an old man who has been missing for many years, did not expect to accept a disciple. It is really touching."

"Then what, I'll call you Abbot. You can call me Zhang Quan. I just want to ask, why did my master disappear back then?" I raised my eyebrows, wanting to know about my master's past.

At this time, the monk Deshan came over with a cup of tea. He changed his face faster than he could juggle. No one knows the reason why he left, maybe he copied a copy of the scriptures and took them away, but it doesn't matter, the uncle copied it after copying it, anyway, he is in charge, little uncle you are His apprentice."

When I heard it, it was nothing.

But when I thought about it, I suddenly realized something was wrong.

The memory branded by the spiritual consciousness can only be found in the scriptures that existed. If the master and the old man copied it himself, where did the spiritual consciousness memory on it come from?

Because I have tried, as long as it is copied by others, including myself, it will not be able to disperse the imprint of that existence's spiritual consciousness, that is to say, it is a pure scripture.

I suddenly widened my eyes, thinking this is too strange, could it be that there are two body training scriptures? Or maybe the reason why Master left has something to do with this other book?

The more I think about it, the more confused I become, my thoughts seem to be limited, and I can't get an answer at all.

Simply, I deliberately asked about Master's past here, to see if I could get some clues.

As a result, Abbot Cicheng politely told me a lot of irrelevant things.

"Master uncle is an old man, he is a highly respected existence in our place."

"I didn't expect it to disappear suddenly overnight."

"I, Cicheng, still remember that when I was naughty when I was young, my uncle spanked me."

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Finally, the three disciples brought the scriptures and offered them with both hands, with a respectful demeanor, not daring to profane at all, just like holy objects.

Abbot Cicheng glanced at me and said with a smile, "Little Martial Uncle, since you want to watch it, then go watch it."

I didn't think too much about it, just took the scriptures in my hand, and when I opened the front page, the content was exactly the same.

After reading it for more than half an hour, there is no difference between the text on this scripture and the one given to me by the master, and even the handwriting is exactly the same.

Based on this alone, I can be sure that the master's book and the monastery's book are two originals!

Gritting my teeth, I decisively stuck out my spiritual sense and began to touch the imprint of the divine sense in the scriptures, perhaps the answer lies in it.

At the moment of touching, a memory that does not belong to me flooded into my mind again.

It was the same old man, the same old hut, he put down his pen and stopped imprinting his consciousness.

The memory passed quickly, the old man walked out of the hut, forced to continue to live, and spent a lot of time to disperse the completed ninety-nine body training scriptures to various places.

Just when his memory was about to fade away, he climbed a towering mountain. At the top of the mountain, there was a young man wearing a scholarly green shirt. His thin back seemed weak, but standing there, the young man seemed to be overwhelmed. the whole mountain.

The old man stopped his pace, seeing death as home.

"It's finally here. Do you know who I am?" The young man suddenly turned his head, revealing a majestic and shocking face, with his brows like the master of heaven and earth.

"Spiritual consciousness takes away your life. If you use cruel methods, even if you change your body, the old man will still recognize you. Even if the old man dies in this battle, you will not be able to recover in a short time! I will never let you succeed in joining the Tao!" !” The old man said this, and the memory stopped instantly.