Old age meets love [Rebirth]

"jingle--"

"Where's the golden bell?"

"Forget it...it's fine if you don't have one."

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Ren Xingyi is a good-for-nothing, a good-for-nothing who doesn't want to make progress.

"Senior Brother Ren, can't you ask Master what can you do? You look older than Master..." The handsome young man worriedly asked Ren Xingyi who was smiling gently while taking out the elixir.

Ren Xingyi is a few months away from being 90 years old this year. He has white hair and a childlike face, but his beard almost hangs down to his stomach. He smiled and said, "It's okay, senior brother doesn't compete with others or anything. If you're not good at martial arts, you're not good at it."

"Brother..." The young man was really worried, "If there is no pill one day, in case you are old..."

"Xingzhi, senior brother is fine. Master said that master Huijin has already settled the deal. After a while, master will take senior brother to shave and become a monk. The blue lamp and ancient Buddha will accompany the remnants of life. It's very good." Ren Xingyi smiled gently, his eyes widened. charitable.

The disciples of Ren Xingyi's generation started with the word "Xing", and the surname of the younger junior was Bai, but after entering the sect, they changed their name to "Xingzhi".

Bai Xingzhi looked at Ren Xingyi worriedly, and asked, "Are you going to leave? Don't stay longer? It's fine to leave after your birthday, and the food in the temple must not be as good as that in the sect..."

The young man started rambling again, Ren Xingyi raised his eyebrows and gently twisted the Buddhist beads in his hand.

Wuzhi Mountain is the number one sect in the world - Star Sacrifice Sect, specializing in weapons, with disciples all over the world, eliminating demons and defending Taoism; the 180th and seventh head, Ming Xifeng, is the number one master in the whole continent. One hundred years of peace on earth.

There are quite a few disciples and elders of the Star Festival Sect ascending every year. Those who can ascend have great merit. Of course, there are also those who ascend through cultivation, and there are quite a few. Take a look in the various sects, regardless of whether the qualifications are good or not, at least one can get a piece of money.

As the number of people ascending and the strength of the Star Festival Sect gradually increased, it gradually became the number one sect in the world.

Where there is fame, gossip comes.

It is rumored that Ming Xifeng likes to pick up children at the foot of the mountain. Whenever he travels, he will pick up one or two children and take them back as his disciples.Star Festival Sect is the number one sect in the mainland, no matter what kind of children can be cultivated, except for one exception - Ren Xingyi.

Ming Xifeng met Ren Xingyi when he was on his way back to see his good friend Master Huijin.

At that time, Ren Xingyi was still a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes, and was placed under the pine trees outside the temple. The pine trees in Baiyun Temple could not be embraced by a grown man. Crying loudly, I thought I was a little monk.

Master Huijin sent Ming Xifeng out of Baiyun Temple, friends sent each other off, and after sending off again and again, they were sent under the pine tree. Xu was awakened by the sound of the two talking, and Ren Xingyi began to cry.

It was originally Huijin who picked up the child and said that the child had a connection with Buddhism and wanted to take him back to be his apprentice.

Unexpectedly, Ming Xifeng probed Ren Xingyi's meridians without compromising, and found that he was a genius who was once in a hundred years. He immediately smiled and congratulated Huijin, and the next moment he snatched the child and ran away, and even used the rare teleportation talisman .

"You old bald donkey, of course this kind of genius should belong to me." Mingxi ran away without looking back.

Hui Jin was dumbfounded, although she always knew that this person was shameless, she didn't expect this... Was she pressing her face on the ground and rubbing it?

"Amitabha, goodness is goodness, hey——" Hui Jin closed his eyes and sighed, "Sometimes fate must come to an end, little benefactor, if you want to blame in the future, blame the one who didn't listen to the old monk's words... your master .”

Ren Xingyi is indeed a genius, from spells to weapon refining, he is the best among his peers, Ming Xifeng is ready to leave the headship to Ren Xingyi after he ascends or drives west.

The accident happened when Ren Xingyi was 20 years old.

Disciples of the Xingji Sect will go out to practice at the age of 15, and Ren Xingyi is no exception. He will go down the mountain with his brothers and sisters to fight for righteousness and kill demons. It will be five years since he left.

Five years later, Ming Xifeng's disciples brought back the unconscious Ren Xingyi in embarrassment, saying that they had encountered an unknown monster in the East China Sea, and everyone passed out before they could react. , all lying on the east coast.

At that time, the sky was slightly bright, and fishermen had already gone out to sea, and the wife wore a scarf and hat to go out to pick up seafood.

The disciple who woke up called the other disciples to wake up, but Ren Xingyi never woke up. His senior brother was afraid that something would happen to him, so he hurriedly brought him back to the Star Sacrifice Gate with others.

Unexpectedly, Ren Xingyi was ruined.

Not to mention the blockage of the muscles and veins all over his body, his spiritual weapon, the red thread and golden bell, was also useless, the red thread was still there, but the golden bell was missing.

Afterwards, Ren Xingyi's condition was also surprisingly poor, and he was groggy. Ming Xifeng was afraid that he would commit suicide after losing his mana, so he asked someone to stare at him, and used various elixir to hang him, and finally saved his life.

This raising is 20 years.

Twenty years later, at the age of 20, Ren Xingyi became clearer and clearer day by day, but new problems came one after another—no matter what method he used to practice, he couldn't open his meridians again. Can't make it out.

The junior brother who was taking care of Ren Xingyi found out that the senior brother could no longer practice, howled and ran to Ming Xifeng.

Helplessly, Ming Xifeng couldn't find out what the problem was, so he could only comfort Ren Xingyi: "Teacher, there is nothing wrong with it, it's just that your first half of your life was so smooth, God can't see it, you have to work hard , and one day all the meridians will be opened."

Ren Xingyi smiled lightly and said yes, he moved to the foot of the mountain the next day and lived alone.

The people from the Xingji Sect only moved down the mountain because Ren Xingyi still couldn't pass their test, so as not to feel uncomfortable facing the people in the sect all day long.

Ren Xingyi lost his mana, and if he wanted to have time to practice, he could only rely on pills. Fortunately, there were many pills in Xingjimen, and there were a lot of pills except those who could refine medicine. They would all remember to make an extra pill The medicine was handed over to the disciple in charge, and then sent to the senior brother who always helped them gather medicine at the foot of the mountain.

Yes, since moving down the mountain, Ren Xingyi has made a living by selling medicinal materials, selling them to disciples who are too lazy to walk on the mountain, and selling them to merchants and common people down the mountain who need medicinal materials.

Everyone felt that Ren Xingyi had no choice but to sell medicinal materials, so Bai Xingzhi would always blame him every time. It's not that the sect didn't give disciples a share, so there's no need for Ren Xingyi to be embarrassed to take it.

Ren Xingyi just shook his head when he heard that, he enjoyed the feeling of picking herbs in the wet forest, he was very comfortable and relaxed, his body and mind were relaxed, and he felt quiet and comfortable from the bottom of his heart.

For those cultivating immortals, the most important thing they lack is time. Decades or hundreds of years are just a blink of an eye.

Ren Xingyi leisurely picked medicine at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain for 30 years. In 30 years, he awakened his spiritual weapon red thread. Except for his face, he was getting old, especially his hair that could not go back. He met Hui Hui again. Sincerely.

Ever since he went to Wuzhi Mountain, Huijin has never been here, and it was Ming Xifeng who went to see him.

Everyone in Xingjimen knew that Ren Xingyi was a disciple that Ming Xifeng snatched from Master Huijin, so they all wondered when Master Huijin would come to the door. I would like to come.

He didn't say that he would take Ren Xingyi away, and went down the mountain to meet Ren Xingyi after talking about the past with Ming Xifeng. They met alone, and Ming Xifeng didn't even know about the conversation between the two of them. There is also a string of Buddhist beads on the half-dead red thread.

They are not the usual brown Buddhist beads, but transparent beads wrapped in red clouds, a total of [-] beads. The transparent part of the beads has a kind of holiness, and it will calm down when you look at it, while the red color in the center is weird.

Bai Xingzhi was playful, secretly took Ren Xingyi's Buddhist beads, and almost fell into a demon in the end.

They later found out that this Buddhist bead was given to Ren Xingyi by Master Huijin for refining, and as long as the red color in the middle was removed, it would be a divine weapon.

This statement is full of loopholes, who doesn't know that Ren Xingyi has no mana, how can he refine it?It's just that this is the secret of Master Huijin and Ren Xingyi, Ming Xifeng and the elders have no objection, and everyone should not pry into the secret of the senior (junior brother).

After all, Ren Xingyi is not on the mountain, what a strange thing, it will be forgotten after a long time, and gradually no one will ask him about the Buddhist beads, the question of cultivation, and the question of why he didn't go back.

In the blink of an eye, another 20 years passed, and Ren Xingyi was almost 90 years old, and in another ten years, he would not even be considered an octogenarian.

After Bai Xingxing left, it was still early, Ren Xingyi carried the bamboo basket on his back and went to the forest to dig for medicinal herbs.

It's just that this time his speed is obviously not as fast as usual, and it seems that he has something on his mind.

Ren Xingyi raised his hand, looked at the red thread and prayer beads on his wrist, and remembered what Master Huijin said at that time.

Twenty years ago, Huijin waited for an hour in the house at the foot of the mountain before Ren Xingyi came back. When Ren Xingyi and him entered the room, she said, "Little benefactor, you still have the root of wisdom as before."

Ren Xingyi smiled silently: "Master, please sit down. I was just a baby back then. How can Master see that he has roots of wisdom?"

"Hahahaha——" Hui Jin laughed loudly and took out a string of Buddhist beads, "Almsgiver, there are always gains and losses in worldly affairs. Whatever you choose, you have to give up something. Just like the old monk, if you choose to save all living beings, you have to give up your own life." I only leave great love, kindness, and understanding, just like this Star Sacrifice Gate, if you choose to ascend, you will abandon the human world at the bottom of the mountain, the benefactor is also giving up things in exchange for other things, this old monk just gave the benefactor an extra way."

"Hehe..." Ren Xingyi remained indifferent the whole time, picked up the Buddhist beads that Hui Jin gave him, "I understand that I will not regret choosing the path, why should the master leave this opportunity for me?"

Hui Jin shook her head: "The previous life is the previous life, and the current life is unknown. If the benefactor is confused, you might as well go down the mountain to have a look. There are always countless answers that people need in the world. If the benefactor can't let go and make a decision, why don't you copy Buddhist scriptures every day?" Carefully, listen to the evening drum and the morning bell more, and then I will give the wooden fish to the benefactor, so it is wise to chant sutras."

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