Seeing the young prince's 'confused' look, Cui Shaoqing couldn't help but lift up his clothes and pretended to kick the young prince. He scolded him with a smile, saying, "Do you really not remember, or do you not like your sister always mentioning that dream friend, so you act like this? I know that the reason you left the palace a little late was to let the people in charge of the students' hometowns check on that person."

"Your sister almost met with murder because of this."

The young prince sighed and said, "So, it was just a dream!"

"And in that nightmare of my sister, she always vaguely remembered that her good friend was a world-famous talent, an incomparable celebrity. Whenever she encouraged me to study, she would mention him, saying how great Master Qi was, how great Master Qi was."

“I’m so sick of hearing that!”

"Besides, there is no student with that name in all the nine states and thirteen places."

Cui Shaoqing was surprised and asked, "You really looked for it?"

"Really listen to your sister."

"It seems like she was really impressed by that good friend."

The young prince exhaled and said seriously:

“Dreams always beautify memories.”

The young master of the Cui family laughed out loud.

…

When Qi Wuhuo and Mingxin went to the medicine shed, they met the gray-robed monk who had told him about the Four Noble Truths of cause and effect. The monk seemed to have not slept all night and was still taking care of the patients here. When he saw the young Taoist, he still smiled and nodded and greeted him. Then the two of them tacitly stood on the left and right and began to take care of these sick people.

The previous epidemic has dissipated.

Now these patients are looking much better.

Qi Wuhuo used his own vital energy as needles to help them regulate their own vital energy.

The young Taoist Mingxin was decocting medicine in a small medicine stove. The bottom of the stove had been turned black by the flames. While decocting the medicine, he moved two or three bricks together, piled them together, sat on them, supported his chin with both hands, stared at the jumping flames with wide eyes, and became dazed.

"Masters, please be merciful."

During his free time, the great monk came over and started a conversation.

The young Taoist raised his head and saw that he was wearing a gray monk's robe. He seemed to have exhausted himself a little. Although he looked the same, he gave people a sad feeling. Qi Wuhuo said, "Master, I am sorry for your loss."

The monk looked at the young Taoist in front of him and said in a gentle voice, "It's okay."

For some reason, he always felt that the young man in front of him was quite similar to the Taoist who burned incense in the main hall before the rain today and called Medicine Master Liuliguang Tathagata "Medicine Master". He even wanted to ask, but he always restrained himself. Until the end of the short chat, he did not ask a question, but saw the young man busy again.

If one senses it carefully, the cultivation level of the young man in front of him is only at the level of the Three Talents.

Although his foundation is strong, whether it is Yuan Shen, Yuan Qi, or Yuan Jing, it is already extremely strong and solid, and it is more solid than the ordinary innate Qi, but it is impossible for him to have such means to directly call Medicine Master Liuli Guang Tathagata the Medicine Master...

It shouldn't be. It shouldn't be.

The gray-robed monk's frown slowly relaxed.

He saw that he was just an ordinary young man busy with work, wearing a simple Taoist robe, giving acupuncture to someone, with his eyes lowered and focused, his fingers on the patient's wrist. From a monk's perspective, he could see that there were rough calluses on his palms, indicating that he was used to doing rough work. When he spoke to people, his voice was gentle and his eyes were always quiet.

The monk withdrew his gaze.

Suddenly, a sneering voice was heard: "Rare, rare, how come you, a little calf nose, are together with your old bald head?"

"Why, is it because you saw that the little calf's nose has good qualifications that you have some distracting thoughts?"

"You old bald thief, you are not honest!"

There is only one person with this tone in this city.

The monk looked up and saw that the visitor was wearing a simple gray robe and looked slovenly.

Reeking of alcohol.

There were kiss marks all over his neck, which made the monk raise his eyebrow.

The fingers that were holding the Buddhist beads in their hands were slightly exerted with force.

Let that string of simple Buddhist beads make a clicking sound.

At this moment, his steps were staggering, and he was holding a gourd in one hand. He was walking forward swayingly, tilting his neck to drink wine, laughing mockingly, with his head slightly tilted, his hairpin stuck in the bun, and his collar not tied up. The monk frowned slightly, and then relaxed his brows. He didn't care about the words of the fortune teller and didn't intend to argue with him, but he couldn't help but scolded:

"Where did you come back from?!"

The fortune teller glanced at him and said, "Oh my, what's wrong? Are you anxious?"

"Are you jealous of the fact that I spent a wonderful night with those girls yesterday?"

"fool around?"

"My Yin-Yang transformation, the supreme way, is just nonsense in your mouth?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, so monks all come out of cracks in rocks, right? You are a dead thief with no parents, no children, and no daughters!"

The gray-robed monk had a blank expression on his face, with veins bulging on his forehead.

The man in front of him always finds new ways to provoke him.

So the fortune teller said happily:

"Don't monks give rise to the three fires of greed, anger and ignorance?"

He laughed a few times.

Full of joy.

The gray-robed monk closed his eyes and said slowly, "I have received your master's order to take you back."

"Aren't you worried that he will punish you?"

The fortune teller sneered, "Let him be."

The gray-robed monk sighed and said, "But if you do this, he will be sad."

The fortune teller was a little weaker and said:

"What does it have to do with me whether he is sad or not?"

"I came here today to bring you medicine."

No one knew where he got it from, but he threw out a lot of herbs and powders, all wrapped in oil paper, so the monk in gray couldn't catch him. The fortune teller said, "Here are the things. Go and treat these people. Don't accuse me of standing idly by. You know I don't know any medical skills."

"But Little Bull Nose, why are you here too?"

Mingxin curled his lips.

The young Taoist was not annoyed, but simply replied: "The immortal way values ​​life."

The fortune teller clapped his hands and exclaimed: "The immortal way values ​​life and saves people without limit. Good, good."

"Your old Niubizi taught me well!"

"But little Taoist priest, you are a Taoist priest, why are you so close to this bald guy?"

"You have to be careful."

He walked over unsteadily, patted Qi Wuhuo's shoulder with his palm, raised his eyes, and said: "You have to be careful. Some people think it's okay for a talented person like you to walk in this world, but some people think you are wasting heaven's gift. There is an old saying that if a child walks in a busy city with thousands of gold coins, it is a way to his death."

The young Taoist priest Ming Xin thought: "You mean, Uncle Qi is that kid?"

The fortune teller glanced at him and said, "No."

He said simply: "He is the piece of gold."

The young Taoist Mingxin was dumbfounded.

The fortune teller added, "Besides, this bald guy is not a good person. Among the thirteen veins of Buddhism, there are many stubborn people, but he is different. Although his cultivation is sufficient, he always disperses his power and starts over again. He wants to read the thirteen veins of Buddhism. There are few people in Buddhism who are more stubborn than him."

“He has made two great ambitions.”

"If you are willing, you will attain the status of a bodhisattva right away."

The gray-robed monk said with drooping eyelids:

"If you say anything more, I will call out your real name and reveal your true identity."

The fortune teller sneered and said, "You dare to expose my true self, then I have to start from the time when you wet the bed when you were six years old in your previous life."

"And in your previous life, you were kidnapped by a female bandit and taken to the mountains to be the chieftain of a village."

"In the previous life before last, I was picking peaches and my crotch was torn when I fell off."

"Go, go, go... countless stories about how you weren't even a human before, and your original [true self] at that time."

The gray-robed monk didn't care about the first few sentences.

But this last sentence made the veins on his forehead throb.

Oh? Oh oh oh oh!!

The young Taoist priest Mingxin squatted in front of the bricks, took out the preserved fruits given by his uncle from his arms, and nibbled them in small bites.

The two eyes are round and bright.

It’s a pity that the two of them looked at each other and stopped talking tacitly.

It was as if they were all intimidated by what each other said.

The fortune teller sneered a few times, looked at Qi Wuhuo and said: "Tomorrow is the time for the Mingzhen Dao League. Do you remember my method?"

The young Taoist nodded, and then said: "Sir, your method should be different from the ordinary way of entering the Tao."

Yue Ji said that the Taoist Alliance can enter every day.

The fortune teller laughed and said, "It is different, but you can still enter the Mingzhen Dao League."

"It's okay as long as we can get in."

"But how much can you get? Can you know the news you want to know?"

"It depends on your ability."

He smiled, patted Qi Wuhuo's shoulder, turned around and walked away, still mumbling and sighing: "Really, what kind of teacher is this? You can't let your child do whatever he wants. Even I can't stand it... Old Niubi, when I see you, I will definitely give you a good scolding!"

"Hmm? Wait... I clearly decided to play with the human world, so why would I take the initiative to intervene and remind him?"

“It’s not in my character.”

"I even provoked this monk. I feel like he's going to attack me if I keep talking."

"Medicine Master Liuliguang Tathagata is dead, so it is possible that he attacked in anger."

“There’s no way I couldn’t have thought of this, but here I am.”

The fortune teller rested his chin on one hand.

Became confused.

His fingers were slightly lowered, as if he was trying to control the world, as if he was planning to predict something.

Then, the fact that he was one of the top predictive spirits within and outside the Three Realms made him instinctively give up on this matter.

"Never mind. It's not important."

He burped.

"Hmm? What did I just say I was going to do?"

"Why are your legs suddenly a little weak?"

"Let me think about it? Should I scold him in front of Old Niubi?"

"Strange, why would I want to do such a boring thing?"

"It's boring, I'd better not do it."

…

After the fortune teller left, the young Taoist looked at the monk who had regained his peace and asked naturally:

"Master, have you made a great wish?"

The monk lowered his eyes and replied, "Yes."

Mingxin widened his eyes, looked at Qi Wuhuo, and then looked at the monk. Although he was a Taoist monk, he also had some understanding of what great aspirations meant. After all, only the great bodhisattvas and Buddhas had great aspirations. He asked curiously, "Then why don't you cultivate the bodhisattva fruit?"

"Also, what is your ambition?"

The gray-robed monk waited until he finished asking questions and replied gently:

"Because I have not achieved my aspiration, I am just a monk."

"As for what the grand ambition is..."

He thought for a moment and said, "I'd better not say anything."

"At least I think that ambitions are meant to be spoken to yourself, to alert yourself and not forget your original intention, so that you know what to do, rather than to be spoken out for others to hear."

“The real ambition should be proposed in obscurity and then completed in obscurity.”

"From beginning to end, only I know."

"Otherwise, if I only talk but don't do anything, wouldn't that just be like showing off? That's not the Dharma that I want to practice."

Mingxin was dumbfounded, sensing the terrifying doubt hidden in this sentence. Among the patients, there were also Buddhists. The three of them were the only ones who knew what the fortune teller had said before, but the monk did not hide what he said. So the man could not help but say, "You monk, are you actually doubting the great aspirations of the Buddhas?! How can you be stronger than the Buddhas?!"

"What kind of monk are you?"

"Where did the certificate of ordination come from? Who is the monk who shaved the head? Where did you stay? Tell me, I'm going to talk to your abbot!"

The monk replied, “No.”

"My heart is toward Buddha, so I am a monk."

"Why do you need other people's consent?"

An old woman tried to persuade him, "But how dare you slander the Buddha? That is a great sin in Buddhism."

"Buddhas all made great aspirations to make the world free of suffering and to save all living beings."

The gray-robed monk clasped his hands together and said slowly:

"If the Buddha's great wish is fulfilled, it will be of use."

"How can there be so much killing and suffering in the world?"

"If the suffering in the world is not in vain."

"Then all the Buddhas are lying!"

There was a silent shock, and then the man who was treated by the monk suddenly became furious, and smashed the bowl with half of the medicine soup in his hand directly on the monk. The hot medicine spilled on the monk's robe, and others followed suit. In an instant, the monk was soaked like a drowned chicken. He had great cultivation and could have become a Bodhisattva, but he just clasped his hands together and chanted Tathagata.

With eyes lowered, only sadness remains.