While sitting down, the old city god on the stone platform slowly stood up, frowned and looked at Shi Xuanming in the middle of the stone platform. Shi Xuanming was covered in blood at this time and his body was swaying. However, although he was seriously injured, his consciousness was not completely chaotic.

Seeing the Old City God looking at him, he hurriedly braced himself, took hard steps, and slowly moved towards the Old City God.

The others stared nervously at Shi Xuanming on the stage. Shi Xuanming's injuries were more serious than they thought. He had had many head-to-head encounters with Jiumoshiqi, which had already injured the leader's spiritual body, especially the last collision. In order to injure Jiumoshiqi.

Shi Qi was knocked off the stone platform. After the collision, Shi Xuanming did not step back to relieve his force. Instead, he leaned on the ground with his right leg and forcibly stayed in place. Of course, this move could produce greater counter-shock force to Jiumoshi Qi.

However, because he did not retreat to release his force, Shi Xuanming had to bear all the powerful force of the collision. At this time, Shi Xuanming's skull had cracked, his meridians and consciousness were severely damaged, and there was a possibility of falling to the ground and fainting at any time.

Facing Shi Xuanming who was slowly approaching him, the Old City God did not show any nervousness or concern. There was a coldness in his eyes, even hidden disgust.

Seeing the cold look on the old city god's face and his bad secrets, winning the competition does not mean that Shi Xuanming will definitely be able to get the bronze amulet. If he wants to get this bronze amulet, he must also get the approval of the owner of the amulet, that is, the old city god.

But looking at the expression on the old city god's face, he didn't seem to like Shi Xuanming.

Shi Xuanming and the Old City God had never met before, so he would not offend the Old City God. Shi Xuanming did not take advantage of the situation during the fight. Logically speaking, it should not arouse the Old City God's resentment. However, the way the Old City God looked at Shi Xuanming was indeed wrong. Carefully,

There is only one reasonable explanation, that is, the old city god doesn't like the monk, or he has a prejudice against the monk.

When Shi Xuanming approached with difficulty, the old city god said, "Who are you?"

Shi Xuanming put his hands together with trembling hands and said, "Amitabha, the poor monk Shi Xuanming."

"I didn't ask for your dharma name," the old city god looked coldly at Shi Xuanming, "I'm going to ask you again, who are you?"

No one else noticed anything unusual, but a discerning person who saw the old city god asking such a question immediately knew that he was

In deliberately making things difficult for Shi Xuanming, he also verified his previous guess that this old city god was very prejudiced against monks.

I was very worried that Shi Xuanming was unclear and could not answer properly. He never thought that the previous violent collision did not make Shi Xuanming confused. After a brief thought, he said, "The poor monk is Shi Xuanming, the general who conquered the south under the command of Prince Yong."

The old city god was not satisfied with Shi Xuanming's answer, and the reason was very simple. Shi Xuanming always called himself a poor monk, and what he said was still the name of the Dharma.

"I want to ask you for the last time, who are you?" the old city god asked coldly.

Shi Xuanming was not a fool. He was keenly aware of the hostility of the old city god towards Buddhism. He also knew that if he could not give a satisfactory answer to the other party, he would miss out on this protective bronze amulet.

Wearing a bronze talisman to draw a clear line with Buddhism, he had no choice but to say, "The poor monk was abandoned at the gate of the temple when he was still in his infancy. As far back as I can remember, the poor monk has been a monk. I don't know who his biological parents are, nor do I know who his biological parents are.

What is your last name?"

Seeing Shi Xuanming give such an answer, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Shi Xuanming's answer was extremely appropriate. It not only stuck to his position, but also explained his difficulties.

As expected, after hearing what Shi Xuanming said, the old city god's face turned slightly brighter, "In this case, I can't blame you for uprooting your roots and forgetting your ancestors."

Hearing the words of the Old City God, Shi Xuanming felt entangled in his heart. Fortunately, his face was covered with blood, so the change in his expression was not easily noticed. As a Buddhist disciple, he naturally didn't like to hear words criticizing Buddhism, but he couldn't say anything.

The counterargument is that according to Confucian ethics, changing one's surname and abandoning one's parents is indeed uprooting one's roots and forgetting one's ancestors.

"If the opportunity comes, will you return to secular life?" The old city god said again.

ask.

A similar question had been asked to Yu Yi by the Yin official before. The reason why the Yin official asked such a question was undoubtedly because in the eyes of the underworld, it was a great sin to have no wife. Shi Xuanming knew how to answer the old city god.

Satisfied, but he was unwilling to lie to others. In desperation, he could only shake his head sadly, "I don't know."

Shi Xuanming was seriously injured, and he could barely stand up straight. This shaking of his head made him light-headed, the world was spinning, and he staggered and almost fell down.

Seeing this, the old city god hurriedly stepped forward to support him. He changed his previous apathy and aloofness and asked harmoniously, "Young man, do you know what the meaning of life is?"

Shi Xuanming subconsciously wanted to shake his head again, but thinking of the injury on his head, he could only reply, "I am studying, but I haven't gained anything yet."

The old city god said, "I tell you that the meaning of life lies in inheritance. It is everyone's mission and responsibility to connect the past and the next. No one will interfere with which sect you believe in. No one can stop you from becoming a Buddha. But the mission of life must be

A man's responsibilities must be fulfilled, this is the way of heaven and cannot be evaded."

As the Old City God spoke, he turned his protective bronze talisman to Shi Xuanming. When the talisman entered his body, the wound on Shi Xuanming's head healed instantly, and the blood flow stopped.

After the injury healed, Shi Xuanming regained consciousness instantly and hurriedly bowed to the old city god to thank him.

After losing the bronze protective amulet, the old city god seemed to have aged a lot. "No need to say thank you, this bronze protective amulet is like the He family's jade. If a mortal gets it, good or bad luck is unpredictable."

"Amitabha." Shi Xuanming bowed his head and chanted.

Seeing Shi Xuanming chanting Buddha's name again, the old city god felt helpless and turned his head to look not far away.

He vaguely guessed that the old city god wanted him to enlighten Shi Xuanming more in the future, so he nodded slowly and agreed silently.

Seeing that he nodded, the old city god no longer worried, raised his hand to sweep away the blood on the ground, and then disappeared.

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br> After waiting for a while without seeing the Old City God speak, Shi Xuanming raised his head and looked around, only to find that the Old City God had left.

"Stop looking, everyone is gone, come down quickly." Datou smiled happily.

Hearing Datou's call, Shi Xuanming stepped down from the stage. Because he was thinking about what the old city god had said before, he forgot that his green sinking gun was still on the edge of the Tai Chi stone platform. Datou stepped forward to help him carry back the green sinking gun.

He turned around and congratulated him with others.

Shi Xuanming did not pretend to be deep and deliberately concealed the joy in his heart. However, his joy did not come from having infinite life, but from successfully taking a bronze amulet. What his comrades had done, he could also do.

done.

Jiumoshiqi, who had been knocked off the stone platform by Shi Xuanming earlier, was leaving the stage at this time. He came to Xunwei to congratulate Shi Xuanming and say goodbye. Although the two men fought extremely fiercely from the stage, neither side used any tricks.

Means, now the victory or defeat has been decided, the glory of winning, the admiration of losing, not only there is no resentment, but more sympathy and sympathy.

After Jiumoshiqi left, Liu Tianlin and others also stepped forward to congratulate Shi Xuanming.

While everyone was talking, Datou suddenly noticed someone poking at him. He turned his head and saw that it was Yu Yi who handed him his handkerchief.

"Why did you give me the handkerchief?" Da Tou didn't understand.

When Yu Yi heard this, he hurriedly looked at the others and found that no one was looking at him. He felt relieved and then pointed at the blood stains on Shi Xuanming's head.

Only then did Datou react, reached out to take the handkerchief, pressed Shi Xuanming down on the stone chair, and wiped the blood from his head and face.

Shi Xuanming was a little embarrassed by his big move, and hurriedly waved his hands and said, "No, no, I can do it myself."

"Sit still, you can't see the top of your head, so you can't wipe it." Datou said casually.

Shi Xuanming had no choice but to let him go.
Chapter completed!