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Chapter 787 Master Zhikong's Opportunity

The village was in a mess with broken bricks and tiles.

Fortunately, there were still some rotten wood that could be used, and by haphazardly putting together a structure that could barely provide a place for people to live.

However, these wooden beams were quite heavy and were not something the hungry refugees could move.

These more than ten wooden houses were all built by the thin man.

The man looked weather-beaten, with dry lips and wearing a tattered cloth shirt. He did not look tall and strong. He must have walked so many miles that his straw sandals had long been worn out.

The most eye-catching thing is his head. His hair seems to have just grown out, and it is a pig-bristle-like crew cut.

At this moment, the man was carrying a log that was thicker than his body and walking briskly through the crowd. Facing the thanks from many refugees, he just smiled shyly.

"Master Knight, drink some water..."

A young child approached timidly and handed him a half-broken piece of porcelain, which contained precious water.

The man paused, bent down, dipped his fingertips in some water, wiped his lips casually, and then rubbed the child's head with a smile: "I've had enough, take it back."

There is constant war in Dongzhou, and food and water are more expensive than human life.

The child had no idea what was being said. He just thought that this great master with supernatural powers really had the ability to quench one's thirst with just a drop of water. He licked his lips enviously, thinking that he wished he had this ability too. Then he would never feel hungry or thirsty again.

He turned around holding the porcelain piece and ran towards the thin and dark old man. If the master had not been here, his grandfather, who was lame and unable to move, would have been eaten by others long ago.

However, before the child could take two steps, he fell headfirst to the ground.

He raised his head, and when he saw the scene clearly, his round eyes were instantly filled with fear. At an age when he was ignorant of the world, he had been forced to learn to identify danger.

In Dongzhou, these bald-headed monks are the biggest danger.

A group of monks walked into the village with expressionless faces, and patrolled the territory they had just regained like lions and tigers. They crushed the porcelain pieces on the ground and swept their eyes across the land. All the refugees bowed their heads and knelt on the ground.

Soon, they looked at the man in front of them.

Without much greeting, several sticks as high as eyebrows were pressed down on the shoulders of the man with a crew cut, forcing him to kneel on the ground.

"Whose disciple are you, and who allowed you to preach here?"

The leader approached calmly, squatted down, and lifted the man's chin with his hand.

With the cultivation level of the sixth rank, he can be free and easy anywhere, but he dresses up like this, clearly trying to steal the incense.

Fortunately, the other party had the aura of a traveler and was not an immortal. He should be a disciple from the other two Mount Xumi who came to Dongzhou to extort money. Otherwise, these sticks would not have been a simple means of holding him back, but would have smashed his head long ago.

"I'm not a disciple. I'm just passing by and doing something."

The man with the crew cut did not struggle, but gave a brief explanation.

Seeing that he was unwilling to reveal his master, the leader thought that he was caught for extortion and felt embarrassed, so he did not intend to make things difficult for him.

After all, in the current situation, those high-ranking Daluo Immortals and Bodhisattvas are naturally busy fighting for the temples, but the little cultivators below also want to have a sip of soup. This kind of thing is not uncommon in Dongzhou. They are all from the same sect, so there is no need to kill them all, just drive them away.

Thinking of this, he raised his arm, signaling his fellow disciples to put away their sticks, and then said coldly: "If your hands are too idle, find something to do for yourself, don't stretch your hands to Dongzhou, and leave this place quickly. If we see you again, it won't be so easy to let you go."

As soon as he finished speaking, the leader led his fellow disciples away.

The man with the crew cut was silent for a long time, then he smiled helplessly, picked up the log again, and put it to the last house. Then he turned around, picked up the frightened child lying on the ground, and brought him back to the old man.

"Master."

The old man first took the child with gratitude, then moved his lips twice: "Why don't you tell them that you... don't have to suffer this injustice."

He remembered very clearly that when the great master first came here, with his shiny bald head and cloth shirt, he looked more like a great monk who saved the world than this group of martial monks.

"Previously."

Monk Zhikong patted the dust off his palms, looking extremely carefree, and said with a smile: "I don't want to be like that now."

Ever since he witnessed with his own eyes a group of fellow disciples trying every means to take Lord Shen's life, and then he was captured alive by the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva and turned into a black dog, and until now, after seeing how the two sects treat the human world, he no longer has the feeling of being proud of being a disciple of a major sect.

That's why he grew hair and beard. He looked much more sloppy, but his heart was much cleaner.

"It seems like a fight is about to break out again." The old man held the child and looked timidly towards the direction of the city. A few days ago, these places were controlled by those immortals who flew in the clouds. The fighting was earth-shaking and really scary. Now the situation seems to have changed again.

"..."

Zhikong pursed his lips and waved his hand to signal the old and young couple not to be afraid. Then he turned and walked towards the hillside, also looking into the distance in the direction of the city.

He could feel how violently turbulent the atmosphere was at that seemingly peaceful place.

The monk's return meant that the Three Immortals Sect had been defeated, but the spreading aura also showed that the group of immortals were unwilling to give up. A desperate fight was imminent. Once the explosion occurred, it would be unknown how many of the people here could survive.

"Hey."

He shook his head and let out a long sigh.

Only by witnessing the tragic conditions in other continents with one's own eyes can one understand how great a merit it is for Lord Shen to protect the entire South Continent.

It’s a pity that there is no second Lord Shen in Dongzhou, and my own strength is too weak, so I can only do some insignificant things.

Zhikong sighed, but did not feel sorry for himself.

The world is in chaos, and some people are busy doing the great task of saving the people, but they are too busy to take care of the small details, so someone is needed to fill this gap.

He thought that even if it was Lord Shen, if he could spare some time, he would not watch these refugees become homeless, and would definitely help them build houses and find food.

Thinking of that adult, Monk Zhikong regained the courage to continue walking.

He turned around and was about to leave the hillside.

Just then, I suddenly heard the sound of cicadas chirping in my ears. It was winter now, so where were the cicadas coming from?

"Master, can you help me pick it up?"

Zhikong turned his head and found that under the big tree beside him, a little girl with red lips and white teeth appeared. She had pigtails, looked cute and well-behaved, and was wearing a tattered jacket and skirt. She looked at him for help and pointed at the treetop with her finger.

"..."

Monk Zhikong closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he was adjusting his mood.

After a long time, he walked over quickly and picked something from the treetop. When he opened his hands, he saw that it was an exquisitely crafted golden cicada, only the size of a thumb, but lifelike.

But no matter how vivid it is, it is just a dead thing and cannot make the sound of a cicada.

"Master, can I switch with you?"

The little girl blinked her eyes and carefully stretched out her palm. In her palm lay a living cicada, barely breathing.

Monk Zhikong stood there quietly and didn't speak for a long time.

Only when he saw the little girl frowning slightly did he whisper, "In a peaceful and prosperous era, a golden cicada would be worth more than a live cicada, but in this world, what I have in my hand is really not as good as an insect that can satisfy my appetite."

According to rumors, Bodhisattvas and True Buddhas like to disguise themselves as other people to enlighten the world.

The noisy chirping of cicadas in winter and the sudden appearance of gold on the trees all indicate that this is an opportunity.

Monk Zhikong did not speak directly, but only reminded the other party tactfully that he was too far away from the human world and did not know worldly affairs, and that this method of testing was a bit outdated and old-fashioned.

Once it was revealed, the opportunity naturally ceased to exist. "So, you don't want to change?" The little girl raised her eyebrows.

Monk Zhikong lowered his eyes slightly, and after a moment, he pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "Change."

"Why change?" This time it was the little girl's turn to be confused. She had not planned to make things difficult for the other party, so she chose this method full of loopholes, which was equivalent to leaving out the question in advance.

If you are a smart person, you will take advantage of the opportunity.

If someone is stupid and still can't understand this, then there is really no hope for him.

But the little monk in front of him clearly saw through it and actually chose to mock him secretly. After the mockery, he agreed to exchange the golden cicada for his own live cicada.

"Because..." Monk Zhikong thought for a long time and raised his head: "Too many people have died in Dongzhou. Every one that survives counts."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand directly towards the little girl.

Zhikong refused the opportunity and just wanted a bug, and by the way, he scolded the other party again.

"..."

The little girl stared at him speechlessly, and after a moment, she burst out laughing.

Don't tell me, it's really interesting.

She really wanted to know how this rare little monk who dared to ridicule her in person would react after knowing what he had received.

"I have raised this cicada for many years, you must catch it carefully."

She stretched out her delicate, white little hand, and at the moment their fingertips touched, the cicada, which was half-dead just now, suddenly glowed with golden light, then spread its wings and landed in Zhikong's palm.

At the same time, Zhikong's sight was instantly occupied by Huang Yun.

Wait until the clouds dissipate.

He was already surrounded by mountains filled with Buddhist chants. The moment he looked up, he was shocked to find that he had turned into a golden cicada buzzing its wings, and in front of him, the mountains spanning the sky looked like an enormous hand.

Even the palm lines above were still a deep ravine that he could never cross even if he flapped his wings hard.

In the back, the owner of the hand was wearing a bright red cassock, had a kind face, and sat cross-legged on the twelve-petal golden lotus. He smiled and stretched out his hands to him.

In an instant, Buddhist music like the sound of a huge bell rang in Zhikong's ears.

"From today on, you will be the second disciple of this old monk, and your Buddhist name is... Golden Chanzi."

Along with the Buddhist music, everything that just happened seemed like a dream and slowly dissipated.

Master Zhikong returned to the hillside and saw the little girl again, but both the golden cicada and the living cicada were gone.

No, they are still there, inside my body.

Zhikong felt the majestic and powerful force flowing through his body, and for a moment his brain went blank.

When he came to his senses, the little girl did not get the surprise and kneel down as she had imagined. The monk was still as stubborn as a donkey, staring at her stubbornly.

"You don't know who I am?" The little girl stood with her hands behind her back.

"Little cultivator greets the future Buddha." Monk Zhikong bowed casually but was unwilling to lower himself.

When she heard the word "future", the girl's face twitched slightly.

The meaning of future is that the time has not yet arrived, so the future Buddha cannot be considered a true Buddha after all.

"Wrong, you should call me Master now." She shook her finger.

"..."

Zhikong finally looked away, showing a firm expression, and it was clear that he didn't want to shout.

"Do you know why I accepted you?" The little girl slowly put down her hand.

"Because I have a heart of Buddha." Zhikong is just a little stubborn sometimes, he is not really stupid. Ever since the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva captured him and even though he couldn't get anything out of him, he was still reluctant to kill him in the end. He knew how precious this so-called heart of Buddha is.

"Not stupid, but that's just one of the reasons."

The future Buddha smiled and said that only those with a Buddha's heart could carry the two paths he had prepared. Moreover, the Buddha's heart of the little monk in front of him was even better than that of the golden toad. If he could digest the fruit of the golden cicada a little, he could become a bodhisattva.

"There is one more thing, but it is not convenient to tell you in detail now."

Although there are not many monks with a Buddhist heart, it is not necessary to have one person.

The more important reason is that the future Buddha saw his own opportunity in the other person... Of course, this opportunity was not himself, but at least the little monk had a certain relationship with that opportunity and had traveled together for a period of time.

Of course, he had no intention of pressing the issue now. Since it was an opportunity, he should just go with the flow. It would not be good to interfere deliberately. He should just wait patiently.

"Anyway, everything you hate has nothing to do with me as your teacher."

The appearance of the future Buddha began to change rapidly, men and women, old and young, beggars and rich businessmen, all things in the world changed according to his heart, and soon he turned into an old man with white hair and beard and walking on a crutch.

He looked at Zhikong meaningfully: "On the contrary, I should be the person in the world who is most reluctant to see this happen, even more than the one in the Imperial City."

"Go ahead, you will understand."

He tapped his cane and said, "Even if you can't resist, don't waste time. Besides, you can do more things now."

"..."

Monk Zhikong clenched his palms tightly. What he was most worried about was that this future Buddha would do something bad to Lord Shen.

But the other party did not ask any questions now. If he did not handle the situation properly and ended up having his soul searched, it would harm Lord Shen instead.

It would be better to stabilize this Buddha first and buy some time for Lord Shen.

He had witnessed the rise of Shen Yi with his own eyes, and knew that for gods, Buddhas, and immortals, a few years or even a few months were just a blink of an eye, but when it came to Lord Shen, what miracles could that be?

"Zhikong will obey the command of the law."

The monk finally put his palms together in greeting, but before he could look up, he was hit on the head with a stick.

"Wrong again, it's the golden cicada." The old man walked slowly forward.

Zhikong rubbed his head and could only follow. Although he looked honest, he secretly rolled his eyes and began to inquire about the news for Shen Yi: "Master, why did you leave Mount Xumi and rush to Dongzhou?"

"I saw something big was going to happen here, so I came to take a look."

The future Buddha has no intention of hiding anything. At their level, even if they cannot see through the secrets, they can still catch some clues in advance.

He rubbed his brows, somewhat helplessly: "By the way, avoid that person as well."

As one of the three great Buddhas, he was not afraid of the ancestor god, but was just too lazy to get entangled with him. The other three continents were in such chaos. After the old thing woke up, he actually went straight to Nanxumi. He was probably asleep for too long and his mind was confused.

With this appearance, how could the Ancestral God control the world, let alone make the other leaders stop.

Let this trend continue.

The future Buddha...can the future really come?
Tathagata.

(End of this chapter)