Chapter 941

It's a common understanding that monks call Amitabha when they ask for food, and Taoists say boundless heaven when they cheat money.

However, when a bald donkey, who was originally a monk, wore a Taoist robe and called for boundless heaven, Zhang San and others did not know whether to regard him as a monk or a Taoist.

It's a good habit for people to ask if they don't understand. Li Si is such a person. After the monk called out his name, he couldn't help but scold: "pinched, are you a miscellaneous hair or a bald donkey?"

The monk didn't get angry. Shan Zhang stood in his heart and walked slowly to the place seven or eight meters away from the stone house. Then he stopped and said, "Zamao is a bald ass, and the bald ass is also a Zamao. No matter whether it's a bald ass or a Zamao, the world will see what Zamao is, and that's what it is. Why do you have to make it clear, benefactor?"

"Shit, don't compare with us."

Zhang San picked up the pistol in his right hand and sneered: "honest monk, we have no time to talk with you here. Those who know better should hand over things quickly, so as not to feel uncomfortable."

The honest monk kept his current action and asked calmly, "what should I hand over, master Shi?"

Li Si took a step forward: "of course, it's the Scripture. Honest monk, you've changed your ways and gone back to shore. We can't manage it. I hope you can finally become a great road. Therefore, that thing has become a burden on your practice. You'd better hand it in so as not to delay your practice. "

The honest monk laughed: "what the benefactor said is unreasonable. Although monks never value their belongings, they will not give them to anyone at will. "

Li Si asked, "who are you going to give the Scriptures to?"

Before the honest monk said anything, the venerable envoy sneered, "naturally, I am destined to be one."

The honest monk looked at the venerable emissary standing in the shadow. He had a complicated look in his eyes, but then he became clear. Then he sat on the ground with his knees crossed. He bowed his head slightly and said, "this benefactor is right. The ownership of all things in the world stresses the word" fate. "

The voice of the venerable envoy was a little shrill: "then, who is the one who is predestined?"

Honest monk replied: "nature is predestined."

"Paralyzed, I have no time to talk nonsense with you. I'll give you three seconds to think about it. I won't die if I hand it in!"

Zhang San, who was a little grumpy, opened the insurance with a crash and scolded: "now there is no old miscellaneous hair to protect you. What else do you expect to resist?"

The honest monk replied with a smile: "when I die, no one can get that Scripture any more. So, benefactor, just do it quickly - in fact, I've been waiting for a long time for this moment, because I'm very tired."

Zhang San was stunned.

Honest monk is not afraid of death. As he said, he is very tired after waking up. For him, being killed is a relief. But if Zhang sanjhen wants to kill him, he can't find that Scripture any more.

The life and death of the honest monk is nothing to the organization, but the Scripture must be obtained.

Zunshi said slowly: "honest monk, you are forcing us to use strength. I hope you can bear the pain."

The honest monk sighed heavily, and then said, "benefactor, the killing you committed is heavy enough. Before that, you would be entangled by countless ghosts every night. Are you still stubborn?"

The venerable emissary hid in the shadow of the forest, and could not see her at all. However, when the honest monk said this, Zhang San saw her body shake suddenly and screamed: "how do you know?"

Just as the honest monk said, this person, who is respected by Zhang San and his family as the venerable envoy, has had a nightmare almost every night in the past six months, dreaming that those who were very new to her and dared to give her back when danger came, were standing in front of her window.

Some had blood on their faces, some had no head, and there was a big hole in their heart. What's more, it was obviously a pile of bloody rotten meat - these people, standing in front of her window, did not speak, just looked at her coldly, and some seemed to laugh.

She couldn't describe the strange and frightening smile in words. She would be scared to open her eyes and turn over to sit up, only to find that she was dreaming. The cold sweat made her just jump out of the water.

When people have such nightmares once or twice, they may not care, but when she has the same nightmares almost every night, her suffering should be worse than death.

Within a month after the nightmare, Zun Shi quickly pined down, or her spirit was extremely weak. If her cultivation was not deep enough, she would have collapsed.

It is also because the night is her hell, so she went to the nightclub to work.

In nightclubs, she can stay up all night and spend her rest time in the daytime.

Although I will have that nightmare during the day, generally speaking, I am more masculine during the day. Even if I have that nightmare, I will not be as afraid as before.

Through various means and her own cultivation, she finally got rid of that nightmare, or those people.

A few days ago, she always had a dream of asking for her life. It was the secret of Zunshi and the memory she didn't dare to recall. She forced herself to forget it - but now the honest monk said it.

”If you don't do bad things, you're not afraid of ghosts. That's the truth. Fool, you see what's over there“

The honest monk once again gave a faint smile and raised his hand to the deep forest behind her.

Zun makes the subconscious turn to look.

Zhang San and other people also looked at it. There was nothing in the woods except the slight rustle and rain. They sneered in their hearts. Just as they were about to tell the truth, the monk would pretend to be a ghost, but the venerable envoy suddenly screamed, "ah, you don't come here, don't come here!"

His voice was sharp with great fear, as if you woke up in the middle of the night and found a skeleton in the quilt.

What did she see?

When Zhang San Li Si's nerves were suddenly tense, the Exorcist made him raise his flute and blow it!

Before the exorcism, the flute sound was very sharp, just like the sound of a fierce ghost pinched by the iron door and squeezed from the bone, which makes people feel shivering.

But now the flute played by the Exorcist is as peaceful, solemn and solemn as the Buddha light in the legend. With the warmth of spring and snow, it makes people feel comfortable on the lawn in the sun.

What's more, the thousands of poisonous snakes were lying lazily in the grass, coiled up and motionless.

The excited Zun Shi soon calmed down and breathed a long sigh of relief. The ghost with broken limbs that she had just seen suddenly disappeared. She only saw the gentle warm wind passing over the top of the tree.

The honest monk's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and his eyes flashed with surprise and admiration, but then he returned to nature and said in a slow voice: "it's worthy of being the greedy wolf Exorcist. This kind of martial arts can be regarded as superb."

"It's an exorcism."

The Exorcist spoke in a soft voice: "honest monk, is it beneath your dignity to use this low-level means of disturbing people's mind to intimidate others?"

The honest monk replied coldly, "I'm just a grave keeper. What's my status?"

The exorcism made a chuckle. The solemn atmosphere just now was swept away, full of obvious debauchery: "chuckle, honest monk, if you say that, you'll be self polluting. In those days, you were one of the three palace masters of anguijiao. Under one person, under ten thousand people, and under the command, thousands of people would be driven by you

The Exorcist said and walked out of the woods slowly: "in anguijiao, only you, the leader of the middle palace, can do this. Even anguiwang can't do it. Honest monk, I'm very puzzled. Just now, when you were practicing your mind, did you ever think of handler forest? In handler forest, there are more than 1300 Angui followers who died because of your wrong command. "

Said, exorcism makes the voice suddenly sharp up: "up! You're the biggest killer in the world, you old bald ass! One thousand and three hundred lives died just because of your wrong instructions, handler. Aren't you afraid of those ghosts at night? "

"Amitabha!"

The honest monk made a loud noise, his body began to tremble violently, and his breathing was obviously aggravated, as if a mountain had been pressed down on his shoulder, which made him unable to bear and could collapse at any time.

Before that, the honest monk always called "boundless heaven", but now he is shouting "Amitabha". This is not a slip of the tongue, nor is it intentional, but an instinct.

The Exorcist, with his means of dealing with Zun Shi, was used on him, which made him suddenly think of the battle of handler forest.

The Exorcist is right. Last year, in the battle of handler forest, more than 1300 fanatics, who could be regarded as all the hands that anguijiao Zhonggong could provide, were annihilated on the last night.

So many people were annihilated, which had a lot to do with the honest monk's command. In the past, if he had been in town, there would never have been such a tragic scene.

But at that time, he and sun Tianyang went to Menger to wait for the good news. Therefore, the honest monk was fully responsible for the loss of more than 1300 subordinates.

When he just got the news, the honest monk was shocked, angry, distressed and afraid, but he didn't feel guilty: as the saying goes, once a general is successful, all his bones are withered. In order to do great things, what does it matter if those people die?

But when he came to baiyun temple later and was ordered away by the old Taoist who guarded the tomb, he realized how sinful he was!

If the old Taoist didn't ask him to be the next tomb keeper before he died, the honest monk would have committed suicide long ago... People with a return of conscience and humanity can't bear the great crimes they once committed.

After being disturbed by the Exorcist tonight, the honest monk immediately thought of the battle. The dead people's brows were dripping with cold sweat. After a loud voice of the Buddha's name, they closed their palms and dropped their heads. They only felt that all sounds were gray and their thoughts disappeared.

After clearly feeling the change of the honest monk's temperament, the exorcism made his eyes flash with satisfaction. Sen said in a voice: "old monk, do you still have to insist on anything now? It's time to hand over that Scripture and go where you should go! "

"Where should I go?"

The honest monk was stunned for a moment. He slowly raised his head and murmured, "yes, yes, it's time to go where I should go. Thank you for your help. As for that book, it's in Wenchang... "

As soon as he said this, he suddenly heard that there was a cry like Huang Zhong Da Lu: "up!"