The Old Monk and the Young Monk

Life between heaven and earth is like a fleeting moment, gone in an instant.

A year has passed in the blink of an eye.

In the northern part of Central Province, in a desolate mountain.

Lu Changsheng fell into deep thought.

He couldn't understand why it was so difficult for him to Mortal Transformation.

A year ago, he left the Great Luo Holy Land, wanting to experience all aspects of life and try different professions.

He immediately became a beggar, begging while reflecting on life.

But as soon as he became a beggar, he was surrounded by countless women who gave him money and food. He even attracted the attention of a princess from that country, who wanted him to be her Imperial Son-in-Law.

So soon, Lu Changsheng left that country. Unable to become a beggar, Lu Changsheng started a wood carving business. Unexpectedly, the business became extremely popular as soon as it opened, and even dozens of floors couldn't stop the flow of customers.

Later, Lu Changsheng went to practice medicine, hoping to save lives, but the women he saved all fell madly in love with him and insisted on following him.

This resulted in hundreds of women surrounding the patient whenever he tried to save someone, sucking out all the air and causing many patients to suffocate. If Lu Changsheng hadn't intervened, who knows how many more tragic incidents would have occurred.

All in all.

This past year.

Whatever Lu Changsheng does will attract a huge reaction.

She was always surrounded by countless women, and the most amazing thing was that an emperor of a certain dynasty actually took a liking to her and wanted to take her as a concubine.

As a result, he was badly beaten by Lu Changsheng.

On a barren mountain.

Lu Changsheng was about to cry.

With that, what's the point of Mortal Transformation?

Even though Lu Changsheng wore a wooden mask to cover his face, he still couldn't hide his charm.

And Lu Changsheng finally realized his own shortcomings.

Unable to change their appearance.

That's right, Lu Changsheng wanted to become uglier, but he found that his Law Power had no effect on him and he couldn't change his appearance.

Oh! This damn charm.

Lu Changsheng sighed.

He sat atop the desolate mountain, almost in despair.

To Mortal Transformation the Mortal Transformation, one must travel with a mortal heart, experiencing the myriad aspects of life as an ordinary person.

No matter what, she couldn't hide her charm and was popular everywhere. Was this the Mortal Transformation?

Isn't this enjoying yourself?

This is so annoying; it makes you worry involuntarily.

This is a desolate, wild place.

The land was barren and desolate, and apart from a few vultures, it was difficult to see any other creatures in the sky.

But not far away, two tiny figures appeared in Lu Changsheng's eyes.

They were two monks.

An old monk and a young monk.

They walked barefoot through the desert, their lips cracked, their bodies dark, looking very weathered, seemingly wandering aimlessly.

Lu Changsheng watched the two of them quietly.

He remained silent, simply watching.

The old monk and the young monk walked for a long time, three whole days, resting for a day in the middle, before finally appearing in the desolate mountain valley.

"Gentlemen, would you like some water?"

High on the mountain, Lu Changsheng threw a water bag down from a great height, along with some dry rations.

He could tell at a glance that the two monks had run out of water and had reached their limit by this point. The younger monk, in particular, looked somewhat dazed and seemed unable to continue.

However, upon seeing the water bag and dry rations on the ground, the two were slightly surprised. Looking up, they saw Lu Changsheng and immediately put their hands together in prayer.

"Amitabha, thank you for your kindness, benefactor."

The two monks expressed their deepest gratitude.

Soon, the young monk picked up the water bag and immediately drank it down his throat. He was very thirsty; in this desolate place, water was life.

Coo coo coo coo!

The young monk drank deeply, and the water in the water bag seemed to be inexhaustible.

The old monk standing to the side looked at Lu Changsheng with a smile in his eyes and said, "This humble monk Kong Hui. I have met you, benefactor. Thank you for your help."

Kong Hui spoke, expressing her gratitude to Lu Changsheng.

"It's nothing, don't worry about it."

Lu Changsheng spoke up, but he was surprised. In fact, he could tell that the old monk was the thirstiest person, but he did not fight for the water bag and dry food.

"Zhi Ming! Stop drinking. Leave some for the benefactor."

However, the old monk soon spoke slowly, looking at his disciple and saying this.

Upon hearing these words, the latter swallowed another mouthful of water, and then reluctantly handed the water bag to his master.

Kong Hui didn't drink the water. Instead, she dabbed the water droplets around the water bag and wiped them on her extremely chapped lips. Then she plugged the water bag and said, "Benefactor, this is the middle of nowhere. We don't know how many miles ahead there will be before we find an inn. Please keep some of this water for yourself."

Kong Hui spoke, but instead of drinking water, he simply applied some ointment to his chapped lips as a way to quench his thirst.

That's quite good; it has the air of a high-ranking monk.

They showed no greed in the face of life and death.

What surprised Lu Changsheng even more was that these two monks were ordinary people, not cultivators.

However, there was only a faint Buddhist light within the old monk's body.

"May I ask if you two are ascetic monks?"

Lu Changsheng asked curiously.

"Yes, benefactor."

The old monk answered directly.

The so-called ascetic is not a masochist, but a high-level spiritual practice.

Ascetic monks believe that all suffering in the world is finite.

If they endure more suffering, then others will endure less suffering.

Therefore, ascetic monks usually go to extremely poor places, suffer hunger and hardship, and endure hardships that ordinary people cannot bear, in order to enter the Buddhist gate and comprehend the supreme Dharma.

"Do you know that there are no inns for 1,500 miles ahead?"

Lu Changsheng said calmly.

"This humble monk does not know."

The old monk answered very honestly.

"Now I'm telling you, you can turn around and leave, otherwise you'll definitely die up ahead."

Lu Changsheng did not lie.

After traveling 1,500 li, there was not a single inn. This was a desert, with only four or five cities, separated by thousands of li.

It would take at least several months for a person to walk a thousand miles.

Moreover, there was no food or water along the way, and if they lost their way, it would be a dead end.

He kindly reminded them to turn back and find the next path.

"Thank you for the reminder, benefactor."

The old monk clasped his hands together in gratitude to Lu Changsheng. He then placed the water bag on the ground and took only one piece of dry food, a crispy cake, which he handed to his disciple. He then said, "Take a piece of dry food from the benefactor, and this humble monk will recite a prayer sutra for the benefactor ten thousand times."

In fact, Lu Changsheng had given him these rations, but he never expected that the other party would not be greedy and would only take one piece.

"It's alright."

Lu Changsheng nodded casually.

But soon, the old monk continued walking forward without looking back.