Vol 6 Chapter 8: : The ghost is not scattered

"Come with me. Watching'hair, thread, Chinese, text, and the net", the old saying, did not give Su Jin a chance to respond, and took him into the sleeve of the universe with the Tongxuan golden coffin.
"How come there is a feeling of just getting out of the tiger's den and entering the wolf's den again?" Su Jin was suspended in an extremely dark space with the mysterious golden coffin, and Su Jin's eyes flashed brightly, trying to look like she was in the coffin. , Seeing the outside scene, but no matter how he increased the intensity of the fairy energy, he couldn't see through the deep darkness.
After confirming that she was not strong enough to escape, Su Jin sat cross-legged in the dark void and waited quietly.
I just listened to that old way and asked myself to repay him. The so-called repay in his mouth, shouldn't it be his own life?
It is not clear how long it has passed, Su Jin's body shook abruptly, followed by a bright light... the body was roughly thrown out.
"boom!"
Coming out with one of them, and the mysterious golden coffin, slammed heavily on the ground.
Su Jin leaned on her waist, stood up from the ground, looked around, and saw that here was a beautiful mountain forest, surrounded by flowers and vegetation, and guarding a seven-story wooden tower.
When the wind came slowly, the countless wind chimes on the eaves of the wooden tower collided with each other, making a crisp and sweet sound.
"Peace..." The old Tao shouted to the wooden tower.
"Master!" The seemingly heavy door of the wooden tower was opened from the inside. An ordinary face, ordinary temperament, appeared to be only seven or eight years old, wearing a modified Taoist robe, ran out of the wooden tower.
The wild geese flew south, the wind chimes rang, the sunset glow, and the children rushing out of the wooden tower. This scene was beautiful like a picture scroll, and the old man, who had always been wooden, couldn't help but smile. wap.EbookFREE.me
"Are you done with your homework today?" When Ping An ran to Lao Dao, Lao Dao reached out and touched his head, and asked softly.
"It's done." Ping An nodded, then turned to look at Su Jin and said, "Master, who is he?!"
Old saying: "I will take care of you in the future."
Ping An: "???"
Su Jin: "???"
Seeing that both of them looked confused, Lao Dao explained: "My longevity is over, and it's time to return to the ground. The only thing I can't worry about is peace with you! The big brother in front of you, thanks to my favor, he Should bear this cause and effect."
Su Jin said: "Dao Master, with all due respect, I really won't take children underneath. What's more, past experience has shown that if children who are in the growth stage stay with me for a long time, there will only be disadvantages, but no benefits."
"Don't shirk, you can't escape. From now on, you can take Ping An down the mountain. If you feel that you can't teach him, you will find a good home for him. At the very least, you can guarantee life stability. "Old Dao said lightly, and he walked into the wooden tower when he mentioned the Tongxuan golden coffin.
"boom!"
Afterwards, the old man even closed the door directly, isolating the two of them.
With tears in Ping An’s eyes, he respectfully knocked his head at the wooden pagoda three times, stood up and said to Su Jin: "Brother, let's go."
Su Jin was stunned for a moment, and said: "Accepted so quickly? Shouldn't it be reluctant to give up, or just hold the door and cry?"
"It's useless, as long as the master decides things, there won't be any changes." Ping An shook his head.
Seeing him looking at himself, Su Jin felt a little headache.
All this happened so quickly, as if ten times faster, it caught him by surprise.
"Peace, right, I think you should at least fight for it!" Taking a breath, Su Jin said seriously: "After all, your master is dying. If you don't stay with him at this time, you will I will never see him alive anymore, let alone hear his voice."
Ping An reached out to the door of the wooden pagoda and said: "Even if I stay here, I can't pass this door. The result is no different."
Su Jin: "..."
What's wrong with the inexplicable feeling that you have been pitted? The most frustrating thing is that you still don't know who was scammed.
"Well, I can take you down the mountain, but I won't always take you by my side, because what I'm going to do is dangerous." Su Jin said.
Ping An nodded and said: "Then trouble elder brother, you can arrange a place for me. Don't ask for a stable life like Master's, just a place to live."
Su Jin thought and thought, stretched out her hand and summoned the page of gold paper left by the Pure Land Buddha, and delivered it to him: "Although your master is a Taoist priest, you seem to be a Taoist priest, but from the source, the Buddha Yes, Buddhism and Taoism are the same ancestry. Take this golden sheet of paper, it should be able to help you find a good home."
Ping An took the golden paper, put it in his arms, and turned around to lead the black donkey that was also isolated by a wooden door.
The four hooves of the donkey seemed to be dead on the ground, even if they were pulled by the reins, the body did not move at all, and even shook his head for safety.
Ping Ping pursed his mouth, released the donkey, and bowed slightly to it.
This bow is to say goodbye, and it is also a thank you, thanking it for not abandoning its master.
"Let's go." After a while of buffering, Su Jin had no choice but to accept this reality and said softly.
Ping An nodded, followed behind him, turned around one step at a time, and gradually left the mountain.
What he didn't know was that when his figure disappeared completely, the tightly closed wooden tower door slowly opened again, and the old-fashioned man walked out of it, came to the donkey, and gently stroked it. The hair on its head looked far away.
The sun has set, and the clouds on the side have disappeared. It is like a cycle, and the beautiful scenery will eventually wither...
Three months later, Su Jin walked out of a fairy mountain of Mahayana Buddhism with ease and let out a long breath.
During this period of time, he has walked a long way with Ping An, and he has visited many Buddhist sects. It’s a pity that he was either dried up and patiently ignored or ignored. After all, someone received them, but he was very concerned about the so-called The Secret Treasure of the Pure Land School is not interested in it.
This branch of Mahayana Buddhism is by far the only temple that is willing to collect gold pages and promises to take care of peace.
Sending it here would be regarded as completing the explanation to the old Taoist priest. As for the other party's dissatisfaction, this result is not within his consideration.
It was the cause and effect that was forcibly inserted to him, and it was already very good if he didn't abandon it. With all his heart and responsibility, it would not appear at all.
It's just that he hasn't relaxed for a long time, and a cold voice suddenly resounded in his ears: "I finally found you, immortal, where is my Tongxuan golden coffin?"