When I was supposed to be slaying the dragon, I accidentally started cultivating immortality

Imperial Capital, next to the intersection of Wangfujing Food Street.

"This shopkeeper," said the tall old monk with a long white beard, clasping his hands together, "this amulet is just for peace of mind. Buyers and sellers do what they like. The old monk really has no control over it, but..."

The old monk turned to look at a middle-aged woman wearing a simple white gown in the corner of the crowd. The woman's skin was sallow, her face was deeply wrinkled, and her cheeks were slightly red from the cold wind.

"Donor, although the poor monk doesn't know what disease your son has," the old monk looked at the middle-aged woman, "but no matter what the disease is in this world, you should see a doctor. Even if it doesn't work, at least you should find someone who knows medical skills. People, amulets can’t cure illnesses.”

"But master, the doctor told me that my son can no longer be cured, and there is nothing I can do..." The middle-aged woman showed a pleading expression, "I have money, I have sold my house, and I have this amulet. If you can afford it, just let me try it!”

"Monk, have you seen this?" The shopkeeper surnamed Kong snorted coldly, "It's not that I'm forcing people to buy it, but that they really want to pray for their children!"

"Amitabha," the monk sighed, turning to look at the middle-aged woman with a look of sorrow on his face, "the old monk can understand that you, the donor, cannot bear to leave your child, but life, old age, illness and death are inevitable things in this world, so how can an amulet do it?" What about the ones that are exempted?”

"Hey, monk, are you here specifically to cause trouble with me?" The face of the shop owner surnamed Kong became increasingly ugly.

"Shopkeeper, you said this amulet of yours can bring good luck in times of trouble and turn misfortune into good luck, right?" The monk looked at the shopkeeper.

"The so-called Buddha Dharma, if you believe it, you will have it, if you don't believe it, you will not have it, and if you are sincere, you will be spiritual." The shopkeeper surnamed Kong said with disdain. "When good men and women wear this amulet, they will be protected by Bodhisattvas, and all evil will not invade, and all diseases will disappear. But If you don’t believe in Buddhism, don’t respect Buddha, don’t pay homage to Buddha, and wear a monk’s robe like this but have no respect for Buddhism, then wearing ten of them is useless.”

Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqiang gathered outside the crowd and saw with keen eyes the old monk's palms hanging down from his broad robes and they clenched them fiercely.

"Do you believe in Buddhism yourself, shopkeeper?" the old monk asked kindly, as if he was not at all angry at the shopkeeper's insult to him.

"Me? I have become a monk freely and have practiced Zen and worshiped the Buddha for more than thirty years. I have never eaten a bite of meat, never had a single delusional thought, and have never had any disrespectful thoughts towards the Buddha. Do you think I believe in the Buddha?"

"The implication is that this amulet is useful to you, the shop owner?" the old monk asked again.

"Of course it is useful. It is not only useful for me, but also for all those who believe in, worship and respect Buddha!"

"Then could you please, owner, put it on now?"

The shop owner named Kong happened to be holding an amulet in his hand. In front of a crowd of onlookers, he put it around his neck without thinking: "Old monk, what else do you want to say?"

"The shop owner really thinks this amulet can protect you?" the old monk confirmed.

"Of course it's guaranteed!" The shopkeeper surnamed Kong looked proud and confident, as if he believed that the amulet around his neck really had magic power.

The old monk shook his head: "But the old monk said it can't protect you."

After finishing speaking, the old monk stepped forward with his left foot wearing old monk shoes, pressed directly in front of the shop owner, and punched the side of the shop owner's face with his backhand. His big fist knocked the wealthy shop owner to the ground. , the old monk's strong forearm muscles can be seen between the rolls of the wide sleeves of the robe.

"Shopkeeper," the old monk looked down at the stunned shopkeeper on the ground, half of his face quickly swollen, "your disaster has come true, can this amulet protect you?"

"If you dare to slap Len, I will sue you, I will call the police!" The shop owner was lying on the ground with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, half of his face was red and swollen, and he could not speak clearly.

"Master, please leave quickly. If you hit someone, you will be detained!" A young voice in the crowd reminded.

"It doesn't matter. Since it was the old monk who hit someone, he should naturally bear the corresponding legal responsibility." The old monk lowered his head and looked at the shop owner. "If the shop owner wants to call the police, he can call the police now. However, the old monk has to Let me remind you, the shopkeeper, of something..."

The old monk took out an ID card and placed it in front of the shop owner: "The old monk is ninety-seven this year. According to relevant laws, although the old monk will be punished with 'detention', it will only be recorded and not actually implemented."

"You? Ninety-seven?" The shop owner stared at the date of birth on his ID card.

"Ninety-seven? Master is ninety-seven? If it weren't for these beards, my master would be fifty-seven!"

"Hey, look at this skill, this waist, this energy, it's not an exaggeration to say that the master is forty-seven!"

"Nonsense, how can a forty-seven-year-old have such a good body?"

As the old monk revealed his age, the crowd surrounding him and the shop owner exploded, and people's attention was suddenly shifted to a more important point.

"You...you, it's my misfortune, I won't report this to the police! Get out of here!" The shop owner struggled to get up.

"How can that be done? Those who break the law should be punished." The old monk shook his head and took out an old Nokia mobile phone. "Since you don't want to call the police, owner, then the old monk has no choice but to surrender."

After pressing the button a few times, the call was connected after two busy beeps. The old monk put the phone to his ear and told the phone that he had just beaten someone and now he surrendered.

Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqiang, who were holding brown paper bags at the outermost edge of the crowd, looked at each other and read the surprise in each other's eyes.

"Just now, was it...?"

Su Xiaoqiang said a little uncertainly.

"Definitely." Lu Mingfei nodded simply, with a very confident tone.

The old monk had just finished giving his address and hung up the phone. The middle-aged woman plopped down and knelt in front of him.

"Master! Please save my son!"

"Donor, what are you doing? Get up, get up, I'm just a monk who fasts and chants sutras. He can't bear such a big gift!" The old monk quickly put away his mobile phone and stepped forward to help the woman up.

"Master, please let me kneel... eh!" No one except Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqiang could see clearly what the master did. The onlookers only saw the master holding the woman's elbow with his hand, and then the woman immediately stood up from the ground.

"Hey, why did I stand up?" The woman was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, she grabbed the old monk's arm, her expression became more and more urgent, "You are the true master, please, please save my son. , you are ninety-seven and still so young, you must have a way to save my son!"

There is absolutely no causal connection between being in good health as you age and being able to treat illnesses and save people. However, for a woman whose son is seriously ill and who is so desperate that she is willing to believe in amulets, the fact that she is still in good health at the age of ninety-seven is no longer a life-saving straw, at least. It has to be a lifeline.

"Well...let's do this. Donor, please tell the old monk which hospital your son is in now, and then go there when the old monk comes out of the police station. But I can't guarantee anything..."

"Thank you, master, thank you, master!"

The woman kept thanking her, and the shopkeeper's face turned blue and white.

Lu Mingfei stood outside the crowd, hesitated for a moment, and released a little breath.

The old monk who was surrounded by the crowd was stunned for a moment, turned to look in the direction of Lu Mingfei, and his heart skipped a beat - Is it possible to achieve the major cultivation of Luo Han Guo?

Looking across the crowd and landing on the handsome young man holding a large bag of snacks at the outermost edge, the old monk was shocked.

Is he really an Arhat? And he is the kind of Arhat who has an extremely solid foundation and unfathomable aura... No, this person is obviously a Taoist Qi machine, so he should be called a ghost immortal.

There is such a young ghost fairy? The old monk felt that his world view had been impacted. He started practicing cultivation at the age of seventy, and it has been almost thirty years now. He is still stuck in the path of Arahantship. He is a young man in his early twenties at best based on his facial features and life expectancy. He has actually achieved the realm of Taoist ghosts and immortals equivalent to that of a Buddhist Arhat!

Fortunately, he has passed the age of being disturbed by worldly thoughts. Even when he saw such a young talent, he was only slightly shocked, and his mood soon calmed down.

After releasing some of his own aura, Lu Mingfei saw the old monk in the crowd looking towards him, and then the aura of the Xuanzhao Realm appeared on the old monk's body.

Sure enough, not only the Heavenly Book of that world's inheritance had successfully arrived in this world, but other inheritances had also entered by luck. It seemed that he had now met a monk who had received the Buddhist inheritance.

Confirmed, they are gay.

Lu Mingfei and the old monk looked at each other. Although it was their first meeting, they seemed to understand each other's meaning tacitly.

The old monk accepted the address the woman left for him and walked towards Lu Mingfei. The crowd in the middle naturally separated, and most people looked at the old monk with extended surprise and awe.

"Amitabha," the old monk raised his hands to Lu Mingfei and made a Taoist ritual, "Old monk Yuankong has met two Taoist friends."

"I've met the master." Lu Mingfei clasped his hands together and performed a Buddhist salute.

"I've met the master." Su Xiaoqiang saluted along with Lu Mingfei.

When Yuan Kong was a young monk, this was a common custom between Buddhism and Taoism in his area - when a monk saw a Taoist priest, he would bow his hands, and when a Taoist priest saw a monk, he would do namaste, which meant mutual respect.

It's just that the years have changed, and the Taoist monks who followed the old rituals have become immortals and passed away. Most Taoists today do not know how to salute a monk when they see them, and they are ashamed of it. Buddhists also do not know how to salute a Taoist priest. After all, now that Buddhism is prosperous, their natural psychology is to turn away from the guests. Who wants to respect the relatively declining ones? Taoism.

Most of those who still adhere to this old habit are old practitioners over eighty years old.

Lu Mingfei actually didn't understand this habit. He was only about 20 years old at most. Basically, most modern monks are older than him. No one told him this rule from a hundred years ago. He faced the old monk The reason for giving Buddha's greeting was simply because the old monk just greeted him in a Taoist way, and he reciprocated the courtesy.

Although he is not considered a Taoist in this world, the Book of Heaven is the supreme inheritance of the Taoist sect in that world, and he can be considered a successor of the Taoist sect.

When people around him saw the master suddenly saluting a young man, they were basically confused and couldn't figure out what was going on.

"The old monk's Buddhist teachings are sparse and his cultivation is shallow. He cannot be called a master." The old monk shook his head. "I didn't expect to meet fellow Taoists when I came to the imperial capital this time. It's really a wonderful cause and effect. It's a pity that the old monk just surrendered. Now the police car should be We’re almost here, I’m afraid I won’t have time to chat with my fellow Taoist. If you have time, you can come here to find me. The old monk will stay here for the past half month.”

Taking a piece of paper handed over by the old monk, Lu Mingfei thought for a while and took out a tissue paper with the name of the hotel that he had taken away from the hotel before: "Master, look for the address on the tissue paper and come here." Hotel, then just tell the front desk to find Lu Mingfei."

After taking the tissue handed over by Lu Mingfei, Yuankong suddenly realized something very important.

This fellow Taoist...he is now a ghost immortal!

Taoist ghosts, immortals, and Buddhist Arhats are essentially the same realm. In this realm, due to the rapid growth of the mind and soul, many evil thoughts can not help but breed, and the character will become more and more unrestrained. Acting depends entirely on preference. The key is Even their preferences can change at any time, and most of them are moody.

Hmm...a Taoist ghost fairy who acts based on his preferences, but his preferences are unpredictable and may be moody...

Suddenly he didn't want to go.

Lu Mingfei chatted with Yuankong for a few more words, but he was surrounded by ordinary people, so he could only mention a few things vaguely.

With sirens blaring through the buildings and streets, the police car finally appeared at the end of the street, then drove over and parked on the side of the road. The two police officers got out of the car and began to ask questions.

"Amitabha, it's time for the old monk to leave," Yuankong saluted Lu Mingfei again, "If we are destined, the old monk and fellow Taoist will definitely meet again."

After saying this, the old monk took the initiative to walk towards the police. After a few words of conversation, he followed the police obediently into the police car and was taken away.

Lu Mingfei was left puzzled - we had exchanged addresses and contact information. What does it mean to meet again if we are destined to meet again?

…

The next day, in the morning, outside Black Stone Station.

"Hey, you said there won't be any problems if we just go find that old monk, right?" Su Xiaoqiang confirmed with some worry.

"Don't worry, there shouldn't be any problem," Lu Mingfei said, "I still believe in that master's character."

In fact, he did not believe in the master, but believed in the vision of selecting people for the Buddhist inheritance treasures in that world.

As the hope of the entire Buddhism in another world, the Buddha will definitely not choose a treacherous person when choosing its successor. After all, the Buddhism in that world is different from the Buddhism in this world. Although there are unavoidable dirty things, on the whole, there are still mostly good people. It can be regarded as a well-deserved honorable family.

Moreover, Buddhist exercises have very high requirements on the state of mind. If a practitioner has a deficient xinxing, even if he is very talented in cultivation and is familiar with Buddhist scriptures, he will still make slow progress in practicing Buddhist exercises because he only has They know the principles of Buddhism and can memorize Buddhist scriptures, but they have not truly developed the bright, mighty and still-water state of mind that a Buddhist monk should have.

Therefore, Lu Mingfei can be sure that since Yuan Kong was selected by the Buddhist heritage, he is unlikely to be a bad person - unless he turns dark after being selected.

However, compared to finding Yuan Kong by address, there is now a bigger problem before Lu Mingfei.

Standing at the entrance of the Black Stone Subway Station, Lu Mingfei's mouth twitched and he murmured in a low voice: "Should I say it deserves to be the imperial capital, or is it really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, with everything..."

"What's wrong? Why are you standing here stupidly? Why don't you go in quickly?" Su Xiaoqiang urged from the side.

When he was still in the preparatory class in Kassel, Lu Mingfei once went to Shennongjia in search of the missing parts of Si Ming.

There, Lu Mingze proposed to make a deal with him for the first time, and then gave him a dragon text that could find and invade the Nibelungs.

Now, he has entered the Heartbeat Realm, and his consciousness is much stronger than it was then, so...

"Would you be surprised if I told you that there is actually a Nibelung in front of you?"

Lu Mingfei asked Su Xiaoqiang.

Su Xiaoqiang:? ? ?