Qingyan knew that the magic wisdom was as good as the oil was gone, so he held his body and growled anxiously: "Master! Tell Qingyan how to save you!"

Fazhi smiled freely and easily, "Donor Qing, I am no longer able to turn the world back."

Although he was prepared in his heart, he still felt a little uncomfortable when he heard Fazhi say it in person. Qingyan fell to Fazhi's body and felt like he was losing his parents.

"Although I save the life of the donor Qing, the donor Qing is a person who values ​​love and friendship, but you and I are not close to each other, so I have only met twice. Why does my death make you so sad?"

Qingyan said somehow, "Master, I respect you, but why do you always make fun of me? Can only you monks be compassionate? Can only you Zhanlu Temple be rewarded with a spring of kindness? Although I am an orphan, without power or power, I am also a man. Although I am not a man, I must be worthy of my conscience in the end. I hope the master will not do this."

After saying that, he looked up at the sky as if he was greatly wronged, and no longer looked at the wisdom of the law.

But after a while, Qingyan secretly scolded himself for being confused. No matter what, Fazhi was also his life-saving benefactor. Moreover, he was about to die now, and only he could speak around him, so why bother to care about the inappropriateness between his words?

Thinking of this, Qingyan turned around and found that Fazhi was still so kind-hearted, looking at him with a smile, as if an old man in the evening was looking at his juniors kindly.

This gaze made Qingyan feel even more ashamed, and he said embarrassedly: "Master, Qingyan was not good just now, so he shouldn't speak so badly. I hope you don't mind it."

"Donor Qing, do you want to worship me as your teacher?"

"That's right, Master, it's not good to be beaten or scolded, as long as you... Hum? Master, what did you say just now? I didn't hear it very clearly."

"Donor Qing, would you like to worship me?"

This sentence was a bolt from the blue for Qingyan. Although Fazhi hid his identity humbly that night, Qingyan had now fully understood his origin. It was Zhanlu Temple in Putuo Mountain. Jiejiang, one of the eight great magical skills in the world, came from this. Moreover, Fazhi is also one of the four monks of the Apocalypse who have reached the pinnacle of martial arts in the legend. Such a noble identity would not be able to fall in love with such a lowly boy even when he was dying.

Qingyan asked in disbelief: "Master, I heard it right, are you going to accept me as your disciple? Not to mention my humble status, and no one has ever said that I have good qualifications. How could you think of accepting me as your disciple?"

"There is nothing else, only the word fate."

Fazhi's answer made Qingyan very puzzled and helpless. In fact, in the interpretation, he paid great attention to the word "fate".

Seeing Qingyan falling into deep thought and not answering, Fazhi burst into laughter. He never thought that when he wanted to accept someone as his disciple, the other party had thought for a long time, "Donor Qing, you haven't answered yet, are you willing?"

"Will! Master, Qingyan is willing!" Qingyan's answer this time was very straightforward, and there was no other reason, but because when this Dharma wisdom was already dying, no matter what needs it, he had to try his best to be content with him, which could be regarded as repaying his life-saving grace.

Hearing the exact answer, Fazhi's smile became brighter, and he said excitedly: "Good, good boy, you kowtow three to me and it will be the entry ceremony."

Qingyan then stood up and took a step back, sorted out his appearance, patted the soil on his body, and then knelt down in front of Fazhi and said solemnly: "Respecting the teacher is above, I will bear the unfilial disciple's bow." Then, he kowtowed three loudly on the ground.

"Okay, okay, good disciple, I am obsessed with Buddhist and wine all my life, and I never thought of accepting disciples. I didn't expect that when I died, I would not be in vain for my life. Come on, good disciple, come to my teacher."

Qingyan knelt in front of Fazhi and looked at the old man. At this moment, he seemed to be ten years older than when he first met, which made Qingyan feel mixed emotions.

"Good disciple, please listen. My master is the 28th generation disciple of Zhanlu Temple in Putuo Mountain. My master is no better than other brothers. My disciple has never passed on his inheritance. Until today, I have given you an explanation to the elder brother. Remember, you are the 29th generation disciple of Zhanlu Temple in Putuo Mountain. Your master will not give you a Dharma name. You can order you to practice on your behalf. After your master passes away, you will be buried in this bamboo forest. You can take this." After that, he took out a crystal clear bead from the cassock, which was green in color, and it was obviously not an ordinary person.

"This is the 'Reincarnation Pearl' that has been with you for many years. After you bury me, you must quickly rush to Putuo Mountain to find your master Bo Fahong, telling you everything that happened here to not hide it, and warning him not to seek revenge in the world because of this. Have you remembered it?"

Qingyan nodded solemnly and said, "Don't worry, respect the teacher, please remember it in your heart."

Fazhi then smiled again, "After that being said, I have no chance to teach you anything anymore. I really feel sorry for you."

Hearing this, Qingyan quickly kowtowed and said, "Sir, you must not do this. Although I have not passed on you, my disciple will inherit your compassionate heart and I dare not neglect the slightest!"

Suddenly, Qingyan felt a tremendous force coming from the back of his head, which made him unable to move at all. But although he could not resist this force, he did not feel any pain, but he just couldn't resist it.

Then, a warm and gentle current flowed slowly from his Tianling cap to his whole body. This feeling made Qingyan a little difficult to describe, just that he felt warm and very comfortable.

This feeling lasted for nearly half a stick of incense. During this period, these warm airflows in the body slowly gathered in their lower abdomen, and finally there was no strange feeling again.

Qingyan had gradually realized what the warm current entering his body meant, and then quickly raised his head and looked at Fazhi.

I saw that Fazhi was already covered in hair and wrinkles. What remained unchanged was his kind smile. He stretched out a hand with some difficulty, touched Qingyan's face, and said hoarsely: "Good disciple, I really can't bear to leave you as a teacher."

"And the fried bamboo shoots from senior brother."

"The second senior brother's collection of books."

"My junior brother's cassock."

“………”

Speaking of this, Fazhi's hand was only a slight difference from Qingyan's face, so he couldn't stand down.

"master!"

A roar of sadness spread from the depths of the bamboo forest to the fields, shaking away the birds in the forest. They seemed to feel the grief of the sound owner, hovering over the bamboo forest and never left for a long time.

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At dawn the next day, Qingyan stood on a hill with a small grave in front of him. After standing for a long time, he spoke hoarsely: "Old Zhang, I'm so sorry, you picked me up and came back then, but I didn't expect that one day I would kill the head of the Qingzhu Gang. I know that your stubborn temper will definitely not listen to my explanation, but if you have the ability, you will come out and give me two shoulder poles. I will definitely not hide or dodge, and call you grandpa from the bottom of my heart. What do you think? Haha, I know that you have always been powerful and you will be so cowardly when you start to move."

As he said that, Qingyan took out the prepared rice cloud fragrance and slowly sprinkled it in front of the grave.

"This is impossible, and I don't want to get to this point, but in the troubled times, who can keep it alone? Everyone is an entrant. It is impossible to transcend this chess game, but it is also feasible to talk about the chess game, that is, you must have the ability to compete with the world. I know that when you hear me say this, you don't know that the sky is so high, and I still say the same thing, if you have the ability, you can jump out and give me two shoulder poles."

"Old Zhang, I worshiped a master last night. Don't be so sad. Tell me about my master's identity to scare you to death. He is Master Fazhi, one of the Four Divine Monks of Apocalypse. You're amazing. Oh, by the way, I almost forgot. What you know is no more than thirty miles of Fanning City at most. You know what I said, hahaha."

"Old Zhang, I gave the two jars of wine we buried back then to my master. Actually, I drank a lot of them. I know you were going to use for me when I got married, but you also know my personality. How could I care about these things? I have to pick the meat first when I eat the fried bamboo shoots you made. Hehe, who asked you to only put three slices of meat on a plate of vegetables? I don't know what to save. Why don't you enjoy the good ones first, but you have to taste the bad ones first? I have always regarded your great principles as nonsense."

"I'm going to set off to Putuo Mountain today. It is said that this place is quite far from us. In Yangzhou, you are leaning against the sea, Lao Zhangtou, you must have never seen the sea. The sea is boundless and you can't see the edge at all. There are fish bigger than a boat, sea crabs that are more delicious than a river crab, and mermaids. Don't you like beautiful women the most, especially the pretty widow who is older. You want to keep a look at someone else's piece of meat when you meet it. You said that you have been beaten so many times because of this rags, but you just don't have a memory."

"You have lived a lifetime, and no woman has ever seen you first glance. You said you wanted something, but you actually picked me up for me to feed me. You said you had this spare money and you had already talked about a marriage. That year, the half-old Xu girl named Zhang, who was blind, fell in love with you. Because you have such a burden as me, they were unhappy. You said you heard her at that time and sent me away all the time. But you insisted on quarrel with them. Finally, the duck that got to the mouth flew away. You asked me to tell me what you are good about."

"What, you don't want to listen to me. I'll give you one last chance. If you don't agree, come out and give me two shoulder poles. I will definitely put my head over and let you beat you, and I will respect you as my master."

"Have you heard it? Don't you always want me to call you grandpa? I've given you several chances, don't say I'm good enough."

"Old Zhang, you are so cowardly."

“…….”

"...Grandpa, come out and give me two shoulder poles, let me see you again, and let me repay your kindness."

"grandfather..."
Chapter completed!