Chapter 4 Capture the Apprentice

Everything has disappeared, the brilliant five-color light has long disappeared, and the spring is still dark and hidden in the night, and only the sound of scallers echoes in the night sky.

Bai Lang looked at the clothes soaked with sweat and raised his head. Their eyes touched each other. The gentle eyes also seemed to have strange power, dispelling the chill on their bodies.

The two looked at each other speechlessly. Bai Lang couldn't think of what to say for a moment. The old monk didn't feel embarrassed, but looked at himself with a smile on his face.

For good, Bai Lang was also quite polite and stunned for a long time. Bai Lang took a few steps forward, walked out of the bottom of the pool, and said, "Thank you for saving me!" Thinking that he had fallen into an illusion just now, Bai Lang was a little afraid.

"The little donor's words are serious, but the old man should accompany you!" The old monk saluted with one hand and nodded slightly with a smile.

"Ah?" Bai Lang was surprised for a moment and didn't know why the monk said so.

Under the moonlight, the withered old monk's face was a little pale and terrible. Only that pair of gentle eyes made people feel at ease. The old monk sighed and pointed to the shallow pool and said, "This is one of the six-day fire arrays. Today, the main array has been severely damaged. Here, the eyes are unstable, the aura fluctuation, and the five elements are misplaced, so that' All kinds of illusions are born. If the old man comes later, the little benefactor will lose your heart in the illusion, be controlled by the array, and turn into a walking corpse!"

The old monk said with a happy face, but Bai Lang had already sweated coldly. He thought that he had come back after closing the ghost door. He couldn't help but feel very happy. He suddenly patted his skull and lost his voice: "Ah! You are the old monk fighting on the mountain!"

The old monk was stunned when he heard the words. Obviously, he was a little surprised by the old monk who was excited by Bai Lang. He was the bull's ear among the monks in the world. When he was mentioned for thousands of years, he was in awe. He was never simply called an old monk. Suddenly, he was a little uncomfortable.

As soon as Bai Lang said, he felt uncomfortable. He suddenly blushed, lowered his head and scratched his head with embarrassment.

"Haha, yes, I'm the old monk!" The old monk suddenly laughed and said, "The Buddha is invisible, and I am also invisible. It's just a false name, but the old man has fallen into vulgarity!"

The old monk was about to speak, but his face was bitter. He lowered his head and coughed a few times. It seemed to be very uncomfortable. Bai Lang quickly stepped forward, helped the old monk, and said eagerly, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter!" The old monk waved his hand and said weakly.

Bai Lang widened his eyes and said in surprise, "Master, why are you bleeding!" The old monk's chest was so dazzling in the moonlight.

The old monk's withered face hung a dim look, as if he had taken off the essence of his whole body, and his body was a little shaky. Bai Lang quickly helped him sit down on the blue stone platform.

"What a piece of beautiful jade!" Seeing that Bai Lang was simple, extremely intelligent and flexible, the old monk secretly praised him in his heart.

Wait until he gasped, the old monk sat cross-legged and took out a round jade-like Buddha bead, surrounded by a faint purple light. Looking at Bai Lang with doubts in his eyes, the old monk smiled indifferently and waved to Bai Lang: "Little donor, come here. I will use this purple ice bead to heal my wounds later. If you sit by my side, you can benefit!"

Seeing that the old monk said light, Bai Lang hesitated for a moment and sat down next to the old monk and curiously looked carefully at the bead with a trace of dreamy color.

When the old monk saw Bai Lang's words and deeds, he did not have any doubt. He took a deep look at Bai Lang, nodded, and stopped talking. He closed his eyes and recited the Buddha's name. The purple ice beads slowly rose and finally stopped at the top of the old monk's head.

There was a crisp sound like a bean from the beads. Suddenly, the purple light was strong, and the soft water-like brilliance poured out of the small purple beads, covering the old monk and Bai Lang.

After all, Bai Lang was born in a peasant family and did not have extensive knowledge. Originally, he just wanted to respect the old man as scholars often said. It was not easy to brush off the beauty of the old monk. How could he know what this concept of "benefits" is?

Legend has it that the Buddha traveled to the North Sea and left a bodhi branch. The bodhi fell into the ice cave, which took root for thousands of years and long leaves for thousands of years. The leaves have three colors, which are blue, white and purple. After thousands of years, the soul of ice condenses into beads under the leaves. The beads are divided into three colors. The green beads are very poisonous. Even if they are the body of immortals, they will not live for three days. Purple beads are magical and have the miraculous effect of returning to the soul and nourishing the flesh. Only the white beads are not special, but they can solve the poisonous green beads.

This purple ice bead is one of the three pearls, and the old monk just got one by chance. At this moment, if he hadn't been severely damaged and his soul had been damaged, he would not have been willing to use it!

Bai Lang has already fallen drunk at this moment, like bathing in the warm warmth of the morning sun. A warm current flows endlessly along the eight bones of his limbs, and every pore of his body is breathing. The purple essence gradually integrates into the body and constantly washes every part of the body.

Time passed like running water. When he woke up leisurely, Bai Lang saw the old monk looking at him with a smile. He was immediately surprised. He turned over and blushed and apologized, "Master, the boy was sleepy for a moment and fell asleep, which was in vain!"

The old monk laughed and said, "Half of the power of this purple ice bead has been absorbed by you. How can it be wasted?"

It turned out that the purple ice beads were very strange, and only half of them disappeared, and the old monk's injury was healed. Seeing Bai Lang close his eyes and depressed, the magnificent essence in the beads poured into the body, but there was no inconvenience at all, which added a little surprise to his heart. After thinking about it, he suddenly smiled and waved his hand, attracting the mystery of Buddhism, pulling the remaining half of the purple ice beads into a surging divine power into Bai Lang's body, transforming all his body.

Bai Lang was shocked when he heard the words. No wonder he suddenly felt that his body was light and had a feeling of floating. It turned out that he had enjoyed the master's fairy. Bai Lang felt a little sorry and hesitated. He didn't know what to do. Suddenly, he heard the old monk say, "Little benefactor, would you like to enter my Buddhism and pass on my mantle?"

"Ah?!"

Bai Lang was surprised for a moment and didn't react. This was really too abrupt.

Does an old fairy want to take me as an apprentice? Can I also learn that magical spell? Can I live like those immortals in the book? The old monk's words seemed to be thundering in his ears, and it was like a stone thrown into the calm water. Bai Lang's brain rumbled a little, and it felt very incredible.

The old monk suddenly turned around and looked at an unknown place in the distance. A trace of urgency flashed on his face. In the deep ink-like mountains in the distance, a faint blue light flashed.

He suddenly turned his head and said, "The old man will not accept disciples all his life. Now that you and I meet is also fate. Why don't you follow me to understand the road and transcend the world?"

Bai Lang's little forehead was sweating, and he didn't know how to answer. Suddenly, a clear voice came from afar, like hitting a stone, "Haha, you are an old bald donkey, claiming to be a monk, and you have done something wrong with your children!"

At first glance, the voice was still far away, but in an instant, it came close to me. The blue light fell to the ground, and the two figures gradually appeared after the light dissipated.

One of them is dressed in a green-shirted Taoist robe with a sparse expression. Although it is a little cold, it is quite out of the dust. The one standing next to him carried a bamboo medicine basket on his back and was covered in coarse numbness. He was just an ordinary farmer's dress, but his face was angular and had a strong atmosphere.

"Dad!" Bai Lang saw a clear light flying like a meteor in the distance and was staring. Seeing the two approaching, Bai Lang suddenly recognized that the man with the medicine basket was his father. He couldn't help but be surprised and ran over first.

This man was Baiye. He was waiting for the grass to mature in the Youlan Valley. In the late night, suddenly there was a strong wind, and the mountain peaks in the distance suddenly appeared. Then the Youlan Valley was even more visions. First, there were dead trees returning to spring and new buds, and then he saw Zhilan elixirs growing like bamboo shoots after rain. For a moment, he was moved and climbed to help. Picking on the cliff, he was entangled in an old vine that was growing wildly. Suddenly, he fell into a coma. When he woke up, he found that he had been saved by the Taoist priest.

When the father and son met, Bai Lang also swept away his worries and worries for days. He couldn't help but feel his son's head affectionately, and then said seriously, "Lang'er, thank you first!"

The Taoist priest in blue had a square face and a full forehead. Seeing Bai Ye and his son bowing down, he did not answer, but nodded faintly, but his eyes remained on Bai Lang, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He took a deep look at the old monk and suddenly raised his eyebrows and shouted, "Buddha seal, why did you rob my apprentice?"

Fa Yin's face changed slightly when he heard the words, and he said something bad in his heart. He quickly said, "Amitabha, I don't know why Brother Xianchen made this statement, but Lao Yan doesn't understand!"

Xianchen took a look at Bai Ye and said, "On my way back just now, I have figured out that this child is predestined with me, and he also agreed to take him as an apprentice. You just said that you would take this child to your Buddha. Isn't this robbing my apprentice?"

Bai Ye was stunned when he heard the words. He remembered clearly that although the immortal saved himself, he only asked his address and took him here all the way. He never said that he would take his son as an apprentice all the way, but now seeing that his benefactor said so, Bai Ye had to Pretowned to be true, and when the old monk looked at himself, he nodded quickly.

When Buddha Yin saw Xianchen singing with Bai Ye, he didn't know whether it was true or false, but he made up his mind that he must take Bai Lang as an apprentice.

Nowadays, although there are many sects of cultivation, since a great disaster thousands of years ago, countless of the best practitioners have fallen, and their vitality has not been restored. Even when there is a lack of successors, things that have no inheritance in Taoism happen from time to time. All sects are looking for backward disciples with excellent qualifications, hoping to lay the foundation for the sect and carry forward the inheritance.

Although there are all kinds of people, in a turbid world, those qualifications are outstanding, after all, only a few of them are rare, and it is even more rare to meet them.

When the Buddha's seal came to repair the damaged eyes of the six-day fire, he accidentally found that Bai Lang was full of spirituality and bones. He was actually a good monk, and he couldn't help but be moved.

Who knew that when he was about to be taken back under the door, he was found by Xianchen that both of them had the same mind, so Xianchen said that he would also accept Bai Lang as an apprentice.

Although the Buddha seal is good with Xianchen, he refuses to relax easily on such things and hurriedly said, "Brother Xianchen, your disciples are more than 100, all of whom are talented people. For example, Lin Zuifeng, Xiao Banyin and other high-ranking disciples are the best in the young generation, but Lao Na has been in a hurry so far, and there is no one to pass on the mantle. This is a fact It's a little unreasonable!"

Speaking here, the Buddha seal couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, which was very sad, but his eyes were staring at Bai Lang, lest he be robbed by the old idle dust old way that had always been unreasonable, and there was no trace of the appearance of a Buddhist monk.

Xianchen snorted coldly and said, "Although there are many disciples in my family, they are all useless goods. However, your Huasheng Temple has become more and more prominent over the years. In the journey of the turbulent area a hundred years ago, the divine monk was the only leader**, and his skills shocked the world!"

Buddha Yin shook his head and smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Xianchen is joking. Although Shenxiu's talent is amazing, Lao Na doesn't have such a blessing as his teacher. He is my senior apprentice, and he has no name as a master and apprentice with me!"

Xianchen smiled, took a look at Bai Lang, and suddenly said, "Buddha seal, you are bitter, and the ancient green lanterns are not bearable by ordinary people. I don't think it's helpful for us to quarrel. Why don't we look at who this little guy is willing to follow?"

Before Buddha Yin became a monk, he was originally a Jianghu ranger, the most bold and unrestrained. It was only by chance that he entered the empty door and gradually restrained his temperament.

At this time, I was unhappy and couldn't help secretly scolding that the idle dust cow's nose was really treacherous. On the surface, he said that he wanted the child to choose by himself, but he secretly degraded the Buddhist family first. If the child's heart was unstable, he thought that the monk should live a hard life, be quiet and boring, and then abandoned the Buddha and followed the idle dust, wouldn't it right in his heart? !

But for a while, he couldn't think of any other way, so the Buddha had to be angry and nodded.

For a moment, both of them looked at the entangled white face.