In the future, all the people of this overlord's lineage will die because of the Nine Transformations of Dragon and Snake, so it is not difficult to change their fate.
They were killed at will back then because they had no backing and were just a group of civilians, so anyone dared to attack them.
But if there are people from this lineage in Donglin Temple, the largest sect in Jiangnan West Road, and they are relatively special disciples of Donglin Temple, not many people would dare to touch them.
The young boy nodded ignorantly. He didn't recognize the monk who was half a skeleton and half young, but he remembered Zhang Mingtu's words firmly.
"As for this scripture, you can flip through it every day. By the time you arrive at Donglin Temple, you will be almost ready to get started."
The road to Donglin Temple is quite long, and it is quite unsafe for a teenager of seventeen or eighteen to embark on this road.
However, when Zhang Mingtu checked the boy's blood just now, he also partially activated his blood.
His ribs are really growing, and they are trying to grow into one, with the ribs twisted and knotted together.
One of the partial manifestations of the Overlord Physique.
The young man nodded seriously, then smiled shyly and said, "Master, I can't read. I can't understand this scripture even if you ask me to read it!"
Zhang Mingtu slapped his head with one hand, wondering if he had overlooked the fact that most people in this era were illiterate.
Even though the government has corresponding liberal arts colleges that greatly lower the threshold for admission, families still need to have a certain amount of money to enable people to study and learn to read.
A teenager is also a labor force, and most people will let him work around them, which at least can reduce the burden on their parents.
"No problem!"
Zhang Mingtu smiled softly and tapped the young man's brow with his fingertips. The corresponding annotations on the Diamond Sutra and the practice diagram appeared in the young man's mind.
The boy's parents watched from the side, not daring to breathe.
But there was an inexplicable joy in his heart. The bald monk... no, the Buddhist master was sitting at the bow of the boat. At other times, he kept a low profile and looked like a wandering monk.
But when he sat cross-legged on the ground, made the Buddha seal with his hands and placed it on the center of their son's eyebrows, his whole body seemed to be glowing.
A sacred aura flowed through this area, and the majestic aura at that moment was really like the Buddha statue in the temple, even taller than the Buddha statue.
When they came to their senses again, the young monk had disappeared like a shadow of light, and only the boiling fish soup on the boat was still bubbling.
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