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[Please select the time, 4000 years, 5000 years, 6000 years, 7000 years...]

"4000."

When making the choice, Ji Mo already had a bad premonition, there were only a few volumes, and there were too few. Sure enough, his eyes went dark, and there was nothing. Obviously, those few volumes of scriptures could not be passed on until this point in time. .

Calmly, his figure fluttered upwards, and after repeating the process of descending again, Ji Mo felt the bondage of his body to his soul, which was a little heavy and at the same time steadfast.

Still a little tired.

His body is like a balloon with air leaking all around, trying hard to maintain a certain height, but in the end he is falling, not being dragged by the thread, but a heavier feeling, which makes him keep going down, as if he is about to fall. Fall into the bottomless abyss.

[Main task: preacher. 】

[Current progress: the first stage of the exam - passed (grade: excellent). 】

[Whether to carry out the second stage of study? 】

"Ahem...no."

[Do you want to start learning the next skill? (You can keep the progress of the current task.)]

"Yes."

[I will leave the current world in a day, please handle your personal belongings properly, and it is forbidden to bring them with you.Heirs can be selected to inherit the current learning achievements. 】

It's time again!

"Cough cough..."

The suppressed cough in the throat couldn't help but rang out again, muffled, and with a bit of exhaustion, all the senses of the body were activated by the trivial matter of coughing, and it seemed that the only thing that could be thought of in the brain He has no time to care about things.

The fellow monks outside the door heard the movement and hurried in, "Are you okay?"

There was concern in his inquiry, but it was also faint.

Since Ji Mo came to Fahua Temple, Fahua Temple gave him very good treatment at the beginning, but then the momentum gradually faded, but Ji Mo was getting older, and there were many places where he was inconvenient to move, and the temple also sent The monk came to take care of him, and this monk was a colleague. Speaking of which, he had been taking care of Ji Mo before he was formally ordained.

But when Ji Mo accepted him as an apprentice, he didn't choose him, instead he found Tongji from somewhere.

Although Tongji is very good, but he is a mute, and there are always inconvenient times in life.

At this moment, even if he was present, it was impossible to greet him with concern.

In the past, Ji Mo didn't care much about these things, but now, he looked at his colleagues with a smile, "Are you blaming me?"

"Don't dare."

The colleague accidentally had this topic, and after a moment of silence, he answered softly.

Buddhist disciples do not tell lies, nor do they tell lies.

Say what you think in your heart, there is no such thing as ghostly thoughts that dare not see people.

He really didn't dare to complain, even if he still complained, he never gave up his dedication to Ji Mo in other places.

"You are very good, but you are not the disciple I am looking for."

Ji Mo looked at his colleagues with a little appreciation. This is an upright child. Even though he was unconvinced and unhappy about accepting Tongji as his disciple, he never bullied Tongji behind others. In terms of his own affairs, he didn't just throw everything away just because he accepted Tongji as his disciple, and he still did the same thing as before.

This is his practice.

"You have a different temperament from Tongji, he can sit still, bear it, bear it, you—" Before Ji Mo finished speaking, he coughed again, and his colleague hurriedly served him tea, while not forgetting to lighten his mouth. You pat him on the back, trying to make him feel better.

"I don't agree with what you said. Why can't I sit still, can't bear it, can't bear it? Over the years, I have also grown up under your nose. You don't know what kind of person I am. Is it? How can I be inferior——inferior to human beings?"

He didn't mention "Tongji" by name, the two argued, it was only between the two of them, and it was not easy to involve a third person, although he felt that he was stronger than Tongji, he would not be in this kind of talk Use the opponent as a pedal, step on your feet, and highlight yourself.

Hearing the meaning of the pause in the colleague's words, Ji Mo's cough hadn't subsided yet, and there was already a smile on his lips, "You are so impatient!"

Without waiting for his colleague's rebuttal, he took his colleague's arm to prevent him from patting himself on the back, and said softly, "I have a lot of things to do tomorrow, and I will trouble you. From now on, you will be more relaxed."

"what's up?"

Colleagues ask directly.

Ji Mo smiled: "You say you are impatient, can you admit it?"

My colleagues seem to be against it, but just now he asked directly, obviously a little impatient, if he didn't admit it, and... his face was slightly flushed, did he answer this question, didn't ask any more, and went out .

Watching him leave, Ji Mo sighed softly in his heart, I also have selfish intentions!

What kind of job is a preacher?I have been doing it all my life, so what is there that I don't understand?It doesn't matter if he is unknown or famous, but he still needs to be able to keep himself and be able to live in the Sutra Pavilion every day. I really don't see where the best is. Node, but hub.

There is a need for inheritance, but inheritance is too bitter.

My colleague has been with Jimo for so many years, watching him grow up day by day, not to mention treating him as a son, at least in Jimo's view, he is closer than the monks in the temple. Such a colleague, Let him sit in the Sutra Pavilion at a young age, not to mention that his temperament is not suitable, but thinking about it like this, Ji Mo also feels that he is committing a crime.

An active nerd is a self-chosen attitude towards life, while a passive nerd is no different from going to jail.

Ji Mo didn't want his colleagues to regret it in the future, and even resented himself for giving him such a task.

In contrast, Tongji's character is very good. The fact that he is dumb makes him not good at communicating with others. It is difficult for him to go out and communicate with others. Compared with activities that expose his own defects, he prefers Sit in the Sutra Pavilion to read or copy books.

Wisdom resides in the heart, and wisdom accumulates.

In this way, he will be the smiling monk 50 years later, who can laugh happily at everything he sees, without any worries.

If you change colleagues... Ji Mo can't imagine the possibility of colleagues not resenting him in the future.

Compared with resentment, what is a temporary status improvement?

What's more, after entering Buddhism, is the status really bad?

Ji Mo didn't move much in the room. After thinking about it, when his colleague came over to deliver dinner, he was still a little hesitant to speak. He didn't know if he wanted to justify his "no rush" or whether he wanted to ask about tomorrow's meeting. what's the matter.

His lips moved and moved, but finally he didn't speak.

Ji Mo pretended he didn't see it and didn't ask him.

After dinner, Tong Ji came over to do evening class with Ji Mo. The two of them each had a futon, and each occupied one side. They closed their eyes and recited the scriptures silently. They could see their lips moving, but they couldn't hear any sound, or there was an air sound. sway in the wind.

After finishing the scriptures twice, Tong Ji saluted Ji Mo as usual, got up to leave, but Ji Mo stopped him.

"You have a very good temper, and you are suitable for passing on the scriptures. You will take good care of the scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion in the future..."

There are some words that I said earlier, and Ji Mo couldn’t think of anything else that he didn’t say, so he paused, and when it came to the scriptures that he chose as the test work, “Let them be preserved as completely as possible.”

Whether it is passed on or not, it is not bad for that one.

In order to maximize its transmission to future generations, the scripture that Ji Mo chose was not a lonely version, but a more popular version, and there are many alternative versions. Obviously, such a scripture will not become the private possession of some collectors. Treasured, too popular.

But, who can imagine the changes in Buddhism in the future?

The Fahua Temple was actually burned down, and almost no one passed it on. The various changes in it are really...

Thinking of this, Ji Mo slowly got up, his body was already very weak, Tong Ji saw his movement, hurried up to help him, and helped him to the table.

When the pen and ink were ready, Ji Mo picked up the pen, and Tongji rubbed the ink aside. When the ink was thick, Ji Mo picked up the pen and wrote a sentence on the paper. See the swordsman..."

The hand holding the pen trembled, as if it could no longer support it in the next moment. The thick ink dripped on the white paper. Under the candlelight, the shadow on the paper also turned into ink, and it seemed to overturn the paper in an instant.

"Cough...cough..."

The severe cough made the body tremble, the ink splashed, and the hand holding the pen seemed to have lost all strength. The tip of the pen fell down on the table and rolled aside, leaving an ink-colored mountain and river on the white paper. Only the line The words were not completely erased, but remained.

Tongji couldn't speak, he looked at Ji Mo anxiously, his eyes were full of worry, this kind of body is really worrying.

"I'm fine, this..."

His eyes fell on the paper, he still had something to say, but at this point, that's all.

Ji Mo waved his hand, "Leave this piece of paper to the host. The dying words are already a prophecy, but they are also a matter of future generations. If anyone knows at that time, if someone remembers, they will know the disaster of turning the wheel... "

Fragments during the exam time are mixed in my mind. Is it the Chen Dynasty who destroyed the Buddha, or the rebellion of the wheel-turning king?They are all evaluations of later generations, and it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false at the moment. I only know that vocabulary does not come out of thin air, and it is enough to be vigilant.

Although this vigilance itself may not be able to change the future and prevent problems before they happen, at least the pothole where the scriptures are stored must be dug out.

What I saw during the exam time, it's not that I can't tell them all, but they are scattered and unsystematic. Who can believe it?I'm afraid it will only be regarded as crazy talk and be laughed off by others.

Rather than that, it would be more effective to leave such a speculative "prophecy". The more vague it is, the more people are willing to pursue it.

I don’t see those treasure hunters, how did they find the treasure from the dilapidated treasure map?

In this regard, Ji Mo felt that he was very experienced.

It's a pity that a thousand years is too long, and I don't know how many people still remember it.

Tongji looked at Ji Mo in puzzlement, the worry in his eyes increased, and he always felt that something bad was about to happen.

"It's late, go to rest."

Ji Mo asked him to leave and lay down on the bed himself.

The next day, the bells of Fahua Temple rang through the mountains and forests, one after another, if there was a faint sadness in the long time, it passed away, and the breeze sent it.