This is one of the two old monks, but he has become older than before, as old as a mummy.

The old monk looked up at the plaque on the dilapidated temple door. The three characters "Shaolin Temple" seemed to be buried in the dust.

A trembling and difficult voice sounded: "Kongji little monkey"

"The silence is there!"

Kongji took a step behind him, bowed and bowed.

The old monk tremblingly raised his withered hand and pointed at the plaque: "Too dirty, rub it."

"yes!"

The old monk turned his head with difficulty and waved to Chen Yi: "Come here."

Chen Yi was stunned for a moment, then walked over and paid homage to him: "Meet my uncle."

This was his first time and probably the last time to pay homage to this old monk.

"well"

The old monk opened his toothless mouth and said in a trembling voice: "You can wipe the things that can't be wiped by Kongji."

Chen Yi sighed in his heart: "Yes, I will live up to my destiny."

It's always something to do, but before it was a task, now

But it’s what I really want.

"Okay okay"

The old monk grinned with a wrinkled mouth and suddenly thrust out his finger at an incommensurate speed. Chen Yi was slightly shocked.

Those dry and bone-like fingers were already touching the center of his eyebrows.

With a slight finger, it was like a huge mountain pressing down on him, preventing him from moving at all.

The majestic power was like a mountain torrent bursting through a bank, like the boundless sea, pouring into his body from that dry finger.

"Bear!"

At the same time, the old monk's body ignited a flame that was crystal clear and yellow, as transparent as glass.

Although it was a flame, there was no heat, only light and gentleness, illuminating the entire mountain gate.

Kongji's white beard and white eyebrows trembled, and he slowly knelt down and said with a trembling voice: "Amitabha, for perfecting all virtues and annihilating all evils, congratulations to my uncle!"

Although the other little bald heads didn't know who was behind them, their eyes were red, and they knelt on the ground, crying: "Congratulations to the Grand Master for perfecting all virtues and eradicating all evils!"

In the glazed flames, the old monk's voice slowly came out.

"All things are impermanent: birth and death."

"The destruction of birth and death is the joy of cessation."

"I pray for death"

"And get rid of the stain of desire"
Chapter completed!