Fantasy: My skills are all passive

"I'm not bald, I'm bald!" the man said, showing Fan Jian the ring on his head.

"Look, I have ring scars, and there are still twelve!"

"Amazing! You are so happy that you ordered [-]!" Fan Jian said, suddenly shocked, and pointed at the old monk in astonishment.

"You can hear me!"

"How fresh! I am a monk, not deaf!" said the old monk while turning the wooden stick.

"No! Bah!" Fan Jian said hastily.

"Can you hear me?"

"Look at your ignorance! You don't even know about his Xintong, do you?" the old monk asked blankly.

He understands?
I'm also global!

Fan Jian frowned and sat down and said, "Monks also eat meat?"

The old monk shrugged and said.

"I didn't eat anything at first, but you just barbecued at the entrance of my cave, which made me lose my mind. Once my mind is broken, there is no need to continue my enlightenment in this death pass!"

Fan Jian laughed when he heard this.

"Are you also closed to death? You don't want to break through the foundation, do you?"

The old monk looked at Fan Jian like a fool and said.

"Do you still need to close the dead gate to break through the rubbish realm of Foundation Establishment? I read the scriptures, swept the floor, and broke through Foundation Establishment at the age of 12!"

Fan Jian's smile froze on his face, and he said unconvinced.

"Then what is your breakthrough? Judging by the appearance of your old bones, you must be a master, a god, or something like that?"

The old man picked up the roast chicken, smelled it under his nose, and said.

"Ascension!"

"Ascension?"

Fan Jian's eyes widened immediately, and he looked the old man up and down, and accidentally saw a bamboo flute pinned to his waist, and pointed at the old man in astonishment and said.

"You...you are..."

"What a fuss, why are the young people so restless today? The old Nadi Medicine Buddha, the Venerable Guangzhi!"

Flute Medicine Buddha!
One of the top ten terrestrial gods, the previous generation head of Sakyamuni, the flute of the flute!

Among the top ten land immortals, he is the oldest, the highest cultivated, and the one who is most likely to ascend to the upper realm.

His name is Guangzhi. Is his surname Nohara?I have a wife named Meiya and a son named Crayon...

"My surname is Chen, I forgot what my wife's name is, and my son has died long ago! Ascension to the upper realm is impossible now!" said Pi Yao Buddha.

"You broke my practice, I can no longer ascend! To be precise, I only have one hour to live!"

Blame me?
I don't want people to bother you to put up a sign!

Can someone predict life and death accurately to the hour?

What's the point of this?
"Okay!" Pi Yao Buddha said while holding the roasted pheasant.

"Half for each person, one rabbit for each person, how about it?"

How dare Fan Jian say no?
He is about to go to the Western Paradise to learn Buddhist scriptures, let alone half of one person, it is no problem to give him the whole one!
"Thank you then!"

As the flute medicine Buddha said, he stopped the movement of dividing the chicken, and blew, tearing open the chicken like a wolf like a tiger and swallowing it.

"Can you respect me and stop reading other people's hearts?"

Fan Jian rolled his eyes and said.

"Do old guys like you do things so casually?"

"If I don't say it, you will guess if I listened, but I didn't say it!" said Pi Yao Buddha.

"I told you, at least you know for sure that I listened, and you don't care! Instead of making you jealous, I'd rather tell you directly!"

"The Dharma is profound!" Fan Jian said, clapping his hands.

"What is this? You will know when you live to our age!" said Pi Yao Buddha.

"Except for cultivation and successors, everything is empty! You can't ascend to the upper realm, and you will die if you live for hundreds of years! How can there be any Buddha? How can there be any Paradise of Bliss? You are fooling ghosts!"

Fan Jian was about to cry.

How can there be such a leader?

Is it okay to deny your beliefs?

But he was about to die, and a few complaints would be his last words.

Di Yaofo ate the grilled chicken bite by bite. He ate very quickly, but also very meticulously, so fine that he almost tore off every inch of the bone.

After eating, I looked at the roasted rabbit again.

Fan Jian couldn't help shaking his head.

It is rumored that he has been locked up for more than 80 years, but he didn't expect to let himself be broken by a roasted rabbit!
Thinking of this, Fan Jian immediately put the remaining roasted rabbit in front of him and said, "Eat whatever you want!"

Flute Medicine Buddha nodded, raised his hand and took out the bamboo flute from his body and handed it over.

"Anyway, I'm going to die, this is for you!"

Fan Jian looked at the bamboo flute in surprise and said.

"This is your magic weapon? Just give it to me like this?"

"No, I can't reach my back when I'm in seclusion, it's for tickling!"

Hearing this, Fan Jian immediately looked at one end of the bamboo flute, and saw that the mouth of the flute was shiny with oil, and a layer of black, sticky dust had accumulated on it.

Fan Jian hadn't eaten anything at first, and when he saw this, he retched twice, raised his hand and threw the bamboo flute into the fire and said.

"Who wants your bastard!"

Pi Yao Buddha nodded and said.

"That's right. It's dirty and broken. It's been used for hundreds of years. It's nothing more than a heavenly top-grade magic weapon. What's the point?"

"It's a family heirloom! Lifeblood!"

Fan Jian quickly reached out to pick up the fire, picked up the bamboo flute, put it in his hand and wiped it carefully.

Di Yaofo picked up the roasted rabbit and started eating again.

After eating a whole rabbit, the old monk finally burped, handed over the remaining rabbit and said.

"You haven't eaten for a long time, eat!"

Fan Jian took the rabbit and said, "Thank you!"

"You're welcome!" Pi Yao Buddha stood up, walked two steps into the cave, and said while sitting against the wall.

"How is Hidden Sword Immortal? Is your body okay?"

Fan Jian said while eating.

"Very good, the old man looks much more energetic than you!"

"You guys are called Qingmumen after all!" Pi Yaofo smiled, then said with a sigh.

"But he hasn't been around for long! It is estimated that in more than ten years, if he doesn't ascend, he will have no life like me!"

Fan Jian's heart skipped a beat when he heard this.

When I saw the old man for the first time, he was really haggard.

He also said that he made that look on purpose for fear of trouble, but now it seems that he did it on purpose only for fear of being radiant!
Thinking of this, Fan Jian immediately looked around and said.

"Which world is this?"

"The 28 realms, Zhuluo Sakyamuni realm." Said the Pi Yao Buddha.

Fan Jian immediately stood up and said, "Then I'm leaving! Come see you another day!"

Pi Yao Buddha smiled and said: "No need! Wait for me, I'm going to die! Help me bring my relic to Sakyamuni, just do me a favor!"

Fan Jian heard the words and said immediately: "Stop joking, you just live..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw milky white flames glowing all over the old monk's body, and the light burned the old monk to ashes in a blink of an eye.

In the end, only four egg-sized relics remained.

Seeing this, Fan Jian sighed immediately, picked up the relic and said.

"If you say you die, you die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that relic suddenly got into his body.

Then the Buddha's light bloomed in the sky, and the figure of the old monk appeared in the Buddha's light.

"The disciples of the Sakyamuni sect obey the order, this young man is my successor! Monk Xing, who replaced the master, will become the new master!"

Fan Jian stared dumbfounded at his face in the manifestation of the Buddha's light, and suddenly said angrily.

"Grass!"