Chapter 68 Bound Wisdom

Moke walked slowly forward towards the cave with faint white light. He doesn't know who lives in this cave, but he has an intuition. He must be a strong man with great perseverance and great magic power. The greatest possibility is the peak of the predecessors of Dafan Temple, who is here to clean up.

With today's control of the body, Moke Wanqian is as light as a swallow, like a willow catkins. However, when it was more than 20 meters away from the cave, the beautiful music suddenly disappeared, and the whole cave fell into a burst of silence.

"Who..."

At this moment, a gentle voice came, giving people a feeling of bathing in the spring breeze. Although he did not see the speaker, Moke had a feeling in his heart. This person was a great compassionate person.

With his hands together, Moko saluted respectfully, and then said, "This senior disciple is a disciple of the Mozi of Dafan Temple. Moke was summoned here by the elder Taishang. He accidentally heard the senior playing music and was attracted by him without any malice."

"Oh? Ha ha.... Come in." The voice was slightly stunned and made an invitation.

With a happy face, Moke put his hands together and walked forward respectfully step by step. Finally, he stepped into the cave with a faint white light.

"Ah!"

After entering it and seeing the scene in the cave, Moke screamed, as if he saw something extremely horrible, and his body retreated two steps in a row, opening his mouth and was extremely shocked.

This is a huge cave, which is a little dark and damp. There is a long bright lamp in the cave, and the wick shakes, illuminating the things in the cave. In the middle of the cave, the heat wave surged into the sky, and a three-meter magma pool kept rolling, and a stream of magma surged up like a hot spring. The most frighting thing was that in this magma, a middle-aged monk of about 40 years old sat, with a kind face, giving people a feeling like a spring breeze.

The reason why Moke exclaimed that in addition to the monk sitting in the magma, his shoulder pipa bones were pierced, showing two strange chains as thick as arms, which were firmly locked and wrapped around a huge black and gold iron pillar in the hole.

"This... This..." Moke was short of breath and couldn't believe his eyes.

It's a hot magma, and it has been soaked in it for a long time. Even if Moke's body is strong now, he can't imagine it at all. It's really horrible. Moreover, what's more apprehensed by Moke is that this middle-aged monk seems to be unaware of it.

"Little guy, are you also a disciple of Dafan? Mozi generation, well, you have just started, haven't you? The middle-aged monk opened his mouth, and his words contained some magic.

Looking at the other party's extremely gentle and compassionate eyes, Moke's panic in his heart decreased a lot and no longer moved forward. He stood at the door of the cave, bowed him respectfully, and then said, "This senior, are you my elder of Dafan Temple? How... How do you..."

"Hahaha.... You want to ask me why I was imprisoned here, right? Laughing, the middle-aged monk laughed.

Moco nodded and looked at his body soaked in the hot magma, with an unbearable look in his eyes.

"Little guy, let me tell you a story."

It seems that he has a good impression of Moko. The middle-aged monk did not directly answer Moke's question, but opened his mouth to tell a story for Moko. Moke nodded, and then there was a memory in his eyes, and his voice was as gentle as the spring breeze.

"Once upon a time, there was a talented disciple in Dafan Temple who broke through to the realm of Yuan Buddha at a young age and understood the true meaning of my Buddha, with endless wits. At that time, the Dafan bowl of the town temple had not been lost, and its strength was also middle-class among many temples. Later, during the experience, he met a woman and had some entanglements with her. Because he was dedicated to the Buddha, he unerantly refused the woman's confession to stay with her for a long time and left the woman. However, halfway, he accidentally heard the news that the woman was in great trouble, so he thought about it over and went to rescue the woman.

With a faint smile on his face, the middle-aged monk continued to say, "He successfully rescued the woman, but killed several practitioners, and the practitioner's sect came to Dafan to make trouble. As a result, he was punished and imprisoned. Later, the woman sneaked into Dafan to save him, was found and fled. On that day, Dafan's temple bowl was lost. Therefore, he was sent by Dafan to recover Dafan's bowl and returned without success for a hundred years. Coupled with the slander of some traitors, he became a sinner and was imprisoned in a forbidden place.

Moke listened carefully, and then said, "Senior, is this person you?"

"Yes, this person is me! I have been imprisoned here for more than 700 years. I'm afraid that Dafan Temple has already forgotten me as a sinner, right? My cultivation has reached the realm of Yuan Buddha and has a thousand years of longevity. My suffering is far from the end!" With this, the middle-aged monk was careless.

700 years? God! Elder, I know that the strong person at the level of Yuan Buddha has a thousand years of life, but my master is also a Yuan Buddha, and he is only 300 years old, but he is extremely old. Why is the senior so young? Moko exclaimed and then showed doubts.

took a look at Moke with a smile, and then the middle-aged monk said, "Actually, I also looked like this because I took a magical beauty grass when I was young. Anyone who takes this kind of spiritual grass will generally only age rapidly when his life is about to end.

"So it is..." Moke nodded to show that he understood.

Looking at the predecessor of Dafan Temple, who was penetrating the pipa bone on his shoulders and suffering in the magma, Moke suddenly had great compassion.

"Senior, the younger generation has just been attracted by a wonderful music, I don't know..." Moke didn't know what to say for a moment, so he changed the topic.

Hearing Moke's question, the middle-aged monk smiled and then sucked his mouth slightly. With a sound, a willow leaf flew into the mouth of the cave and fell into his mouth. Then, a stream of air flowed into his mouth. Suddenly, a wonderful and cheerful song sounded again.

"This song is called Chunshui, which is the woman's favorite song in those years. Although the predecessors of Dafan Temple believed that the Buddha treasure of the town temple was missing, which was related to it, I think it was definitely not her!"

"Predecessor..."

has a sense of meeting this middle-aged monk. The more they chatted, the more familiar they became. Moke was no longer detained and talked about everything. He even told them one by one about some of the things he had known in recent years.

And when talking about Buddhism, the two became the same at first sight, quoted the scriptures and began to study and discuss. For a while, they actually forgot the passage of time.

Gradually, the sky turned white and it was almost dawn.

Stand up reluctantly, Moke put his hands together again and said to the middle-aged monk, "Senior, you and I have been chatting all night. The seniors have unique and novel views on Buddhism, which can be said to be another way, which makes me feel enlightened. Can you tell me the Dharma number? Also, if there is any wish, I, Moke, will definitely do it for my predecessors!"

When he said these words, Moke's expression was very sincere. These words were completely from his heart, and he had a sense of seeing the middle-aged monk, so he wanted to help him.

"Ha ha, my name is Zhizhen. In fact, I have two big wishes. One is that if one day you see a woman with a red butterfly birthmark on her face and calls herself a green girl, bring a sentence for me and tell her that if there is an afterlife, the fish is willing to be in the pool for a lifetime! As for another wish, it is to hope that one day, my Great Fan Bonyu will be found again, and it can prove that I and Lvji are innocent.

Zhizhen said his wish to Moke. He knew that these two wishes were difficult to achieve, but since this kind-hearted little monk was willing to help him, let him know.

nodded solemnly, but Moke did not mean to be perfunctory at all. He said very seriously, "Senior Zhizhen, I remember your wish. Don't worry, if I have the opportunity to fulfill your wish, I will definitely not break my promise and try my best to help you complete it. It's dawn. I need to say goodbye."