She's a real daughter and she's telling people's fortunes again

"Master, how are the monks at Yinlong Temple?"

In the dilapidated yard, the young monk and the holy monk Wu Zen leaned on both sides of a jujube tree, feeling very weak.

"The man who injured you has already gone to hell. As for the monks he brought with him, their sins are not worthy of death, so I abolished their cultivation and set restrictions in their bodies. As long as they worship Buddha devoutly in the future, It will take ten years to recover.”

"If not, they will die in ten years."

The holy monk Wu Zen sat quietly and said softly.

"Master, thank you."

"I am lucky to be your disciple."

The young monk hesitated for a long time after hearing the words. During this time, he had countless things he wanted to say, but he couldn't say them out in the end. In the end, he turned into a thank you.

"Silly disciple, I am lucky to have a disciple like you."

"My master taught me how to be a good monk, my talent taught me how to be a Buddhist practitioner, and my experience taught me how to be a good person."

"And you taught me how to be a good master and made me a real person."

"Now, I can finally understand the emotion I felt before. It turns out that it was anger."

"Therefore, only when I have anger can I truly become a human being, only then can I truly come to this world, and only then can I truly walk through this world."

"To this day, I understand that I have just entered the world."

The holy monk Wu Zen sat cross-legged, eyes closed, and said piously and solemnly.

"So, Master, you have already taken that step, right?" The little monk's face showed an extremely excited look, and he ran directly to his master.

"It doesn't count as taking that step, just finding the way."

The holy monk Wu Zen slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view was a simple and honest smiling face.

"Master, congratulations!"

The little monk jumped up and down excitedly. No one knew better than him how important it was for the holy monk Wu Chan to find the way. No one knew better than him what this meant to the holy monk Wu Chan.

"Silly disciple, you will walk this road more smoothly than me in the future." After seeing the smiling face of the young monk, Wuchan Saint Monk felt a little relieved in his heart and said dotingly, "Look good. Look at this world and have a good time in this world. Only in this way will your life be considered in vain."

"But......"

"Master, now the Dantian and meridians have been destroyed."

"This means I can no longer take this path."

Mentioning this matter, a trace of sadness inevitably appeared on the young monk's face.

"Although it is difficult to cure the destruction of Dantian and meridians, it is not absolutely impossible to cure." Saint Monk Wuchan said with a smile, "Among the people you and I know, there is one person who has a great chance of curing you."

As soon as these words came out, the little monk suddenly understood, and the sadness on his face was replaced by excitement: "Yes, if it is him, it may not be impossible to cure me."

"Recuperate for a while, and then take that girl and set off after your injuries have fully recovered." Holy Monk Wuchan nodded.

"Don't we have to wait for this war to end?" The young monk seemed a little hesitant, "Chen Ping'an should be very busy nowadays. If I bother him at this time, will I look a little ignorant?"

"No, because my disciple is the most sensible child in the world." Saint Monk Wuchan stretched out his hand and placed it on the young monk's bald head, and gently stroked it a few times, "You, you must restore your cultivation as soon as possible. , because only in this way can..."

Having said this, Saint Monk Wu Zen paused for a moment, and then fell into silence.