"So, you really don't remember who you are?"
"Oh, that's it."
"That's it."
In this jungle, Mingxin sat on a horizontal piece of wood, holding her chin in her hands, nodding her head clearly. A bonfire was raised in front of her, and a rabbit was roasted on it. On the opposite side of the bonfire, a tall man with a handsome face sat cross-legged, his thick eyebrows furrowed, and said, "I was there when you met me?"
"Yeah."
"Don't you know me?"
"Of course I don't know him."
Young Daoist Mingxin shook her head repeatedly, remembering that she had seen someone lying at the door of the escort agency to blackmail someone, she immediately turned to the side, subconsciously covered the money bag, her face tightened, and said, "Young Daoist I just came here, it really has nothing to do with this uncle's injury."
"Huh, I didn't say that either."
The man snorted coldly and lost his memory. He still said lightly with a natural arrogance in his tone:
"According to your way, you will be as useless as rubbish!"
"Even if I lie here and let you beat me, you won't be able to hurt me in the slightest!"
Young Daoist Mingxin was dumbfounded:
"Ah, you, you!"
Mingxin stammered, "You, why are you like this? I found you!"
The man said arrogantly, "Why do I need you to save me?!"
He glanced at the young Daoist in front of him who had a face that said, 'I saved people, but the people I saved also scolded you for meddling in other people's business. How can such outrageous things happen in this world!' He sneered, stood up and said calmly, "I'm going to go by myself, you'd better get out of here as soon as possible."
He was covered in blood, but he didn't seem to care about it at all. He walked forward step by step and passed by the stunned young Daoist. At this time, he paused and said lightly, "I advise you, the people who can hurt me are definitely not the ordinary mediocre trash in this world. With your moral behavior, it is best not to have anything to do with me. Be careful."
Young Daoist is sluggish. "..."
"Didn't you forget everything?"
The man sneered and said, "Although I have forgotten the past, my body and mind are bright and majestic, and worthy of all things. I am naturally tyrannical. Even if I have forgotten the past, I still know that those who can defeat me and beat me to the point of serious injury and amnesia cannot exceed ten fingers in and outside the six realms. Your cultivation is as small as an ant and as humble as dust. You are by no means their opponent."
"If you are more sensible, please leave quickly in the opposite direction to me."
Mingxin held the dry food in her hands and was in a daze.
Young Daoist, who left Shanmen and Central Province Prefecture City for the first time when he was fifteen years old, was taught a lesson by this world.
How come there are such annoying guys in this world!
Doesn't it mean that after amnesia, the shaping of a person by the things he has experienced will disappear and he will return to his original nature?!
This man's nature--
So annoying!
After being stunned for a while, he heard a loud thud from behind. Young Daoist Mingxin stood up and turned around to see the proud and domineering man hit the ground hard. His body was full of energy, blood was flowing down, and his breath was weak.
Ming Xin was startled, but without hesitation, she stepped forward and helped the man up. The latter's eyes were vague, his pupils were out of focus, and he was seriously injured. His tone was weak, but still full of arrogance, and he said lightly, "Let go."
Young Daoist Mingxin sighed, held his arm, and said:
"I can't ignore you. If I ignore you, you might die here."
Young Daoist said naturally, "All things and the world we know are made by our own hearts, because I have already met you, and you are reflected in my heart. If I see you in danger and don't save you, it means there is a gap in my mind, and the external world reflected in my heart is no longer complete."
"Huh, boring."
The man said calmly, "If I die, your character has flaws, what does it have to do with me?"
Young Daoist lost his stubborn temper and said, "If I save you, what does it have to do with you!"
The man wanted to retort, but his injuries were too severe after all. He could only try his best to control his body and prevent the escaping flames from burning the young Daoist. Fortunately, young Daoist Mingxin had some moral principles and finally helped him out of the mountain.
There was a small town at the foot of the mountain. Young Daoist went to buy some Medicinal materials. Using Medicine art, which he had learned since childhood, he made a bowl of soup for the man to drink. He took out a clean Daoist robe and gave it to the man, saying, "Let's go to the town to see a doctor. It's best to eat something. How about that?"
"The blood on your body is really scary. I also have a clean Daoist robe here. Can you put it on first?"
"Hmph, this body and mind are born and raised, and there is not even the slightest bit that cannot be seen by the common people. What kind of clothes should I change?!"
Young Daoist Mingxin became angry and said, "Change!"
The man snorted coldly, grabbed his clothes, and changed them on the spot.
Young Daoist Mingxin: "..."
When I went to the town, although there were several old doctors, they could only show that they were helpless with difficult and complicated diseases such as amnesia. Young Daoist politely thanked him, and then left a few copper coins as the cost of the consultation. The man in a monk's robe crossed his arms, raised his chin slightly, and said:
"Huh, trash."
"Useless person."
"How can I be cured of my amnesia by you?!"
"It's ridiculous!"
Young Daoist Mingxin covered her forehead.
Why are you so proud that you have amnesia and that no one else can cure it?!
There is something wrong with you!
He had no choice but to obediently bow to the doctors, drag the extremely arrogant Daoist over there, and persuade him, saying that you should at least calm down and pretend, but when he saw that guy still looked like this and refused to change, he had no choice but to sigh and said:
"Forget it, there should be no doctor here, let's go get something to eat first."
Young Daoist weighed his small money bag, then pointed to the noodle shop over there, and said, "I have been away from Zhongzhou for a long time. I have been eating dry food. I haven't eaten noodles for a long time. I finally managed to eat a little today. Well, I think you don't have much money. Otherwise, I will treat you."
The man said, "Money? What is it?"
Mingxin sighed.
He felt that after leaving Central Province Prefecture City, he sighed frequently.
When he arrived at the noodle shop, young Daoist held his money bag, thought about it, and said:
"Two bowls of Yangchun noodles, um, add an egg!"
The waiter who was waiting said neatly:
"Okay, two portions of Yangchun noodles, one with chicken, please take a seat, please!"
Young Daoist Mingxin and the man sat at a square table. Young Daoist put the bamboo basket aside. She was wearing a light blue Daoist robe and carrying various large and small bags on her side. She looked around excitedly. Soon two bowls of noodles were served. They were large bowls with clear soup and strong noodles. Two boiled cabbage sums were added with a little soy sauce and chopped green onion. They looked very delicious.
Young Daoist swallowed, and then pushed the bowl with the chicken to the man.
The latter raised his eyes slightly and said coldly, "What to do?"
Young Daoist smiled and said, "Ah, when I was in the mountains, every time when my health was not good, Master would add a chicken to my bottom. It was very replenishing, and I couldn't bear to eat it."
"Humph."
The man sneered. For some reason, he always felt that it was too ridiculous for him to eat this food to replenish his body. However, looking at young Daoist who was swaying happily over there, he still snorted, ate slowly, and said lightly, "Is that money? I see you still have a lot in your wallet, why don't you add some to yourself?"
Young Daoist said, "Ah? Did you see it?"
He took a bite of noodles, bit his chopsticks and said, "There's still a long way to go. I don't have much money, so it's good to spend as little as possible."
"Humph..."
The man sneered, young Daoist Mingxin was already familiar with this guy who always sneered and had a bad mouth. With the characteristics of a Daoist disciple, he could calmly ignore him and said, "Speaking of which, do you really not remember? You don't even remember his name?"
"Name? What do you want that thing for?"
"Ah, I mean, in this case, I can't call you hey, hello, or uncle, right?"
"I just saw a fortune teller on the roadside. I am a disciple of the Daoist sect, and I still believe in destiny. Otherwise, if we finish eating noodles later, we can go to fortune teller to do a fortune telling to see what the fortune teller is. Then we can give you a name based on this destiny. How about calling you like this before your memory recovers, uncle?"
The man was dismissive.
Fortune telling?
My ancestors are all fortune tellers...
I just don't know why, but when he thought of this, his thoughts suddenly stopped.
It was like the aftereffects of being hit by a heavy object. My brain went blank for a moment. I frowned slightly and felt strange. In the end, I chose to go with that young Daoist. The fortune teller was a man in his forties or fifties. Young Daoist After explaining his purpose, the fortune-telling man glanced at the arrogant 'Daoist', yawned, and shook the fortune-telling tube in his hand.
He threw out some coins and began to arrange and interpret the hexagrams, while casually saying, "Ah, your hexagrams are not very good."
"Oh, this is unlucky. It needs to be resolved."
The man frowned and looked unhappy, while young Daoist nodded repeatedly, looking quite serious.
The amnesiac man looked around impatiently.
He simply sat on a chair on one side and took a nap.
While young Daoist was listening, another man slowly approached. His eyes were slightly red, and he walked slowly to the side of young Daoist Mingxin. Just when the fortune teller was about to say something, the man suddenly got angry and shouted angrily, "Damn Niubi, just die!!!"
A bell rings!
The golden Buddha light showed violence at this time!
He is one of the monk who came from the Western Heaven Buddha Kingdom and entered the human world to teach the Dharma. He experienced King Wei Wu and Qi WuHuo destroying monks and destroying Buddhas and transforming Buddhas into Daoism and transformation. In the human world, the goal of infiltrating Kyushu has not yet been completed. There is a ferocious murderous intent towards Daoist disciples and people in the human world. When it breaks out at this moment, there is actually a trace of blood in this Buddha light, which can be seen as killing.
Young Daoist Mingxin has talent and understanding, but at the moment he is only in the realm of a Daoist priest.
Coupled with the sudden rise of monk, I couldn't react for a while. I could only watch the monk hood fall down, with scarlet eyes full of murderous intent. The latter saw that the extremely talented Daoist genius was about to die in his own hands, and there was a trace of joy and madness in his eyes.
The circulating Buddha light, the seeping blood, the astonishment of others, and the ecstasy in monk's eyes seemed to turn into a picture, and the next moment--
Buddha light suddenly broke.
A palm stretched out, penetrated Buddhist bell almost instantly, and grabbed the wrist of monk.
!!!
The monk Human Heart paused for a moment and suddenly raised his head.
The last thing he saw was scattered black hair with red tips. He saw a pair of eyes with small pupils and large whites. They were cruel, ruthless and arrogant. The black hair danced wildly, and an indescribable horror and oppression filled him directly. The next moment, a terrifying flame converged the firelight, leaving only endless heat, and then swept across the front with a terrifying frequency that could not be caught by the naked eye.
When fortune teller and Mingxin reacted, there was nothing in front of them.
Not even dust.
It was as if monk evaporated out of thin air.
The amnesiac man slowly retracted his palm and snorted coldly. His eyes dropped, as narrow as a knife, which made fortune teller tremble. Then he laughed and said, "Ah, ah hahaha, that monk ran so fast, he was gone in the blink of an eye. Ah, ah hahaha."
"This speed is fleeting, fleeting."
"Come on, come on, you two, let's continue to decipher the hexagrams, continue to decipher the hexagrams!"
The man pursed his lips, swallowed the blood from the internal injuries caused by the attack, and said calmly:
"How's the hexagram?"
As he stood there, fortune teller felt an indescribable sense of horror and oppression. He trembled and said:
"If you interpret the hexagram..."
He paused and didn't want to speak, but under the man's gaze, he didn't dare not speak, so he had to say with difficulty, "Your hexagram is, [Jun has no mouth, Yi is not a human being]."
The first sentence is that you have no mouth and cannot express yourself;
The second sentence is even more extreme.
Pointing directly at the nose and scolding - Yi Feiren, you are not a human being!
The man said coldly, "Jun Wu Kou, Yi Fei Ren, what are you?"
Young Daoist Ming thought for a moment and said, "Are you a fan of Chinese characters? It seems to be [Yin]."
The man with amnesia seemed not to like fortune tellers and said impatiently, "Yin? Yin is Yin. Anyway, it's just a name. From today on..."
"Just call me [Daoist Yin]."
He said this to the young man who was called [Joyful True Person] by later generations.
Fortune teller watched the two people leave, wiped cold sweat, and said, "Ah, it really scared me to death. If I had known that fortune telling was so difficult, I would have stopped doing it. Didn't the fortune teller before say that everything would be fine if he compared it with the divination book? Oh, it's really difficult... What kind of divination book is this?"
He was extremely frightened.
He bought this hexagram book a few days ago for ten copper coins.
Ten copper coins were thrown up and landed in the palm of the hand.
man in green shirt tossed the copper coin, his eyes were calm and indifferent, there was endless golden light inside, as if he could see the laws of all things and the traces of the future. At this moment, he saw the core of luck and cause and effect. He watched the two Daoists, one big and one small, go away and said calmly:
"[Yin] Daoist, [happy]True Person."
"[Yin], [happy]."
"Divided into two, grafted and changed, to conceal the secret of heaven."
"To overcome the calamity of death, to overcome the situation of death."
He brushed his sleeves, stood up calmly, and said to himself, "Although I still came to have a look, that's it, let him go as to what the future holds."
"Go and see that Qi WuHuo and give [this thing] to him."
man in green shirt, with gray temples, left to look for Qi WuHuo.
I want to see him before leaving.