Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

What Racha said about the deceased's dreams was just an old Ionian superstition, and he would have troubled conscience if he didn't do it. But he was sincere when he said he could help.

Unfortunately, these days, it’s hard to find monks who are willing to travel thousands of miles to help others.

Most of the monks in the temple are people who devote themselves to spiritual practice. They have no other wishes and just want to spend the rest of their lives peacefully and stably in their own temple. The life and death of other people has nothing to do with them, and a few of them will occasionally accept

Some local salvation works, or removing evil spirits that cause trouble for others. But that is just to get money for better cleaning.

If you want to find a monk who is willing to travel thousands of miles to save others, you can only find those traveling monks.

They are very special among monks. Traveling monks also value spiritual practice, but unlike their companions in temples. They put their spiritual practice on the road. These stubborn practitioners follow ancient traditions and use their

Use your feet to measure the land of Ionia, and what you see during this period is practice.

They will treat the poor for free and teach the children without fathers and mothers free of charge. If they see something unfair on the road, they will also take action directly. Thanks to their special practice, the traveling monks usually use force

Extremely high.

Racha had no doubt about this. He had heard a story about how a walking monk hundreds of years ago defeated a giant tiger as tall as a mountain with his bare hands. It must be admitted that the reason why the monks were able to survive in Ai

Onia gets so much respect, largely because of the walking monks.

But they are difficult to find. Throughout their lives, the walking monks have been wandering on the road. Ionia is so huge that so far no walking monk has fulfilled their collective ambition, which is to measure all of Ionia with their feet.

The land of Oonia.

Jie said: "Local monks will not leave their temples too far. Have you not considered finding monks near your village?"

The fisherman answered his question: "The price charged by the monks near the village is too high, and we can't afford it. What's more, it's the funeral expenses for sixty-three people, and we can't afford even one."

Jie pondered for a while: "Well, it seems we have to go to Suji Zen Monastery."

"Suji Zen Temple? Where is that?"

Another black-haired young man walking down the stairs answered their questions. His face looked very tired, but his eyes were still bright: "It is an ancient place of spiritual cultivation, where many walking monks live. If

If we are not lucky enough to meet a walking monk on the road, we might as well try our luck there."

"Who are you?"

"My name is Shen. It is my father who gave orders about your village." Shen replied calmly, as if the whole thing had nothing to do with him.

He continued: "Ku Shuo is dead, and the relevant members have returned to nature with him, and the remaining miscellaneous staff have been disbanded. Now, I am the only remaining member of the sect. If you still want revenge, you can come and find me.

I."

"Don't be stupid, Shen. The sect is gone, even if you refuse to quit." Jie shook his head.

Shen turned to look at his companion, and said firmly: "No, Jie. My father was too extreme in many things, and he did many wrong things. There must be someone who can compensate for those mistakes for him, and that person only

It could be me."

The fisherman interrupted their conversation and said: "Let the hatred end here. Although I don't know what the Balance Sect is. But the person is dead, and I can't blaspheme the dead or go to find the sheep spirit and the sheep spirit."

The wolf spirit demands their souls."

"Help us find a monk who is willing to liberate them, that's enough." Racha added.

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Suji Zen Monastery, Suji Temple. Whatever you want to call this place, it is located on a small island in the easternmost part of Ionia. It is not as beautiful as other places in Ionia. On the contrary, Suji Zen Monastery is located on

Above the snow-capped mountains, the environment is extremely harsh.

Blizzards and cliffs are basically the entire scenery here.

The four of them, Shen, Jie, the fisherman and Racha, wore thick cotton clothes and walked with difficulty along a path on the edge of the cliff. The sharp cold wind blew their faces as if they were being cut by a dull knife.

The fisherman walked in the front. He said that he was the tallest and standing in front could protect others from the wind and snow.

Racha was the thinnest and stood at the end of the team. Jie and Shen were in the middle of the team.

"How long until we reach the top of the mountain?!"

Racha yelled at the top of his lungs. He didn't want to speak like this. In his impression, only the most rude and dirty people would talk to others like this, but at this time there was no other way for his voice to reach other people.

in the ears.

Hearing his voice, the fisherman didn't even look back and shouted the same loudly: "Almost!"

Jie's voice followed the howling wind and reached Racha's ears: "There is no need for you to follow me. This road is too dangerous."

"No, if we are asking them to perform salvation for the people in the village, how can we not come in person?"

Racha was stubborn in some aspects beyond normal people's imagination, so he stopped talking. They went up the mountain in silence and reached the top of the mountain when it was getting dark.

Suji Zen Monastery is neither grand nor grand. It is made of wood and is crumbling in the howling cold wind on the top of the mountain. It has existed like this for thousands of years, but it has never really collapsed.

There was a statue standing at the door—at least Racha really thought it was a statue before he moved.

He was bare-chested, but he remained calm in such bad weather. He stood on one leg, with the other leg raised to his knee, with his hands clasped together and meditating in the wind and snow. An old oil lamp hung in front of the Zen Yuan door.

It was still bright in such a wind, and the light illuminated half of his face, making Racha feel like he was a solid stone.

"Hello, guests from afar."

The strange monk opened his eyes and bowed his head politely to say hello to them.

He took a step forward: "Hello, Master. We came here just to--"

"Ah, I am not a master. Shenlong knows what you are asking for. Guest, please come in." The monk said with a smile and turned sideways. The old wooden door behind him opened in an instant.

Racha didn't know whether it was blown open by the wind or what, but this place made him feel spooky and at the same time peaceful.

The four of them filed in.

The monk was still standing in front of the door, and his voice reached their ears through the wind and snow: "Please wait a moment, the master in the temple is meditating, but he will wake up soon."