Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 2804 Little Monk
"It's... it's here!"

After the bald boy dragged the two dead bodies out of the car, the driver started the speeding car without turning his head. He didn't even dare to take a second look at the rearview mirror, and abruptly ran out of the supercar start time sound.

This is a cemetery in the outskirts of Huoyunnan...a one-stop service for funerals.

The furnace for the cremation was obviously not working at night, and the entire funeral home seemed extremely quiet at this time... The eaves were the shelter of crows.

"Amitabha."

The master dragged the two corpses in each hand and walked into the gate of the funeral parlor... The security guard who guarded the gate was eating a lunch box for dinner, and was startled at this moment.

"The door is closed, please go early tomorrow!"

"Benefactor, you are too cloudy, let the little monk recite the Heart Sutra single of Sister Avalokitesvara for you."

The security master was startled, and subconsciously chewed the rice and food in his mouth, and saw the bald handsome boy reach out his hand to take out a large rectangular box from his cassock, and put it directly on the table.

It seems to be an antique VCR...the kind that trendy men of a certain era like to carry on the street.

Hey.

The bald boy pressed the button, and then a Sanskrit music was released from the cassette.

——[Nan Wu Nan Wu Nan Wu Nan Wu...]

"You..." The security master Hao Xuan didn't choke to death on a mouthful of white rice.

"Benefactor, are you moved?" The bald handsome boy put his palms together, with crystal tears brewing in the corners of his eyes, "This is the demo of the brand-new Guanyin Heart Sutra that I have worked so hard to get from Sister Guanyin. This is the only box!"

"What's the matter with your bald head!" Uncle Security couldn't help but slapped his chopsticks on the table, "Can you understand people's words? I said this place is closed, please come early tomorrow! If you don't leave, don't blame me for being rude!"

Bang.

The bald-headed boy took out a rolling pin from his cassock, hit Uncle Anbao's head in the face, and knocked him unconscious.

"Listen slowly."

The bald-headed boy directly adjusted the external sound of the video recorder to the maximum level, and then he seemed satisfied. He continued to support the two black and white on-duty tour gods, looked at the location map, and walked to the cremation room.

——[Nan Wu Nan Wu Nan Wu Nan Wu...]

In the dark corridor leading to the crematorium, the sound of Sanskrit sounded like a dirge from hell.

In the cremation room, in order to ensure the temperature of the furnace, the furnace will not be extinguished... but it was not turned on, but the bald handsome boy skillfully opened the furnace at this time, and then placed the corpses of the two wandering gods in front of the furnace mouth.

If you didn't throw it in, the master still had to chant sutras.

I saw a spirit opening at the back of the bald pretty boy's head, and strings of golden scriptures began to emerge along with the bald pretty boy's singing.

The entire funeral home seemed to be covered by spiritual light at this moment... The sound of scriptures gradually drifted away.

Suddenly, in front of the gate of the funeral home, came an old figure...an old man——Uncle De, the administrator of the cemetery in the southern suburbs of Huoyun...the gravekeeper.

Behind Uncle De, there is a little girl who is gradually becoming transparent.

"I'm working so hard...Dad..."

"Don't be afraid, I'm here..." A gloomy look flashed in Uncle De's eyes, "Come on, listen to Daddy, go back to the tomb first, I'll be back to accompany you soon."

"I'm sorry, Dad...I, I really can't bear it." The little girl grunted a few times in pain, and then turned into a wisp of green smoke, which quickly floated into a stone tablet halfway up the mountain in the cemetery area.

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In the lobby of the funeral home, Uncle De frowned... His fingers pressed the recorder that made a harsh sound.

He glanced at the security guard lying on the table, knowing that he had just passed out, his expression relaxed a little... This at least proves that the guy who invaded the cemetery did not kill innocent people indiscriminately.

"It seems to have gone to the crematorium..." Uncle De couldn't help but wondered, "Who is it?"

But soon, the doubts in my heart were answered.

As the administrator of the cemetery, Uncle De is very familiar with the funeral parlor that is attached to the cemetery... Within a few minutes, Uncle De had already seen the handsome bald boy who was reciting scriptures.

In the cremation room, the furnace for burning the corpses was burning vigorously, but the bald-headed handsome boy sensed someone approaching, so he stopped reciting the scriptures and opened his eyes... Bright.

"No matter who you are, please stop singing such terrible things." Uncle De took a deep breath, "Not every soul wants to be saved."

"People have places to go, and souls have places to go." The bald handsome boy said softly at this time: "Benefactor, you are riddled with evil and obstacles, and you have suffered enough in the world of mortals, don't you understand...you have to learn to let go. "

"Who are you!" Uncle De was shocked.

Because he found a terrible thing, that is, there were two guys lying on the ground, one black and one white——as a person who violated the taboo of the major leagues and raised little ghosts in private, Uncle De knew too well what this kind of clothing represented.

The wandering gods on duty in [Ninth Prison]... moreover, there are two wandering gods who have already passed away!

How did they die?

Killed by this bald monk?

Is he from [Pure Land]... or is he just a wild monk who practiced spontaneously in the alliance?
"Little monk, the third burial in the Jingtu Temple of the Eastern Tang Dynasty." The bald handsome boy put his hands together, "Benefactor, what do you think?"

Uncle De frowned subconsciously, "What are you thinking about?"

"It would be nice to let the little monk help you purify the evils in your body." The bald boy's voice was particularly sincere, "Human beings and ghosts have different paths, keeping it by your side will only continuously consume your yang energy and make you grow old. Return to the West early."

"You killed them?" Uncle De asked with a gloomy expression.

The bald-headed handsome boy looked down at the two guys, one black and one white, shook his head slightly, then nodded again—just didn't say anything.

"Hmph." Uncle De took a deep breath, "Since you dare to kill them, you should know their identities and what you will face next... Today, I can take no responsibility for your trespassing on the cemetery. I know, but please leave quickly, I don't want to cause trouble."

"Benefactor, you won't live long enough." The bald handsome boy sighed, "You only have ten or eight years of vitality left, what can you do?"

Uncle De's expression changed slightly... How could he not know that his body was getting worse day by day?But as long as he can keep his daughter's ghost by his side, what's the pity of the lost lifespan?

Perhaps, this is the price that enables Wenwen to transform into a ghost cultivator.

But with his life in exchange for the existence of his daughter, no one can shake his decision.

"Please leave." Uncle De took a deep breath, "I repeat, not all souls are willing to be saved, and not everyone is willing to watch their relatives leave."

"Benefactor, self-impression is not advisable." The bald handsome boy sighed.

Uncle De suddenly sneered and said, "You don't have parents? Did you burst out of a stone?"

"The little monk has no father and no mother since he was a child, and was abandoned to drift on the river." The bald handsome boy shook his head, and then walked slowly towards Uncle De: "There is no perfect way in the world, benefactor... Let the little monk help you."

Uncle De instantly felt unprecedented pressure... He didn't know how deep the bald monk was, but it was obviously beyond his comprehension.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, Uncle De made a certain decision in his heart.

He stretched out his hand to wipe across his face, and in an instant a wolf-head mask covered his face, and the aura on Uncle De's body instantly swelled wildly.

"Such an evil thing." The bald-headed boy stared at him, "It's so evil."

But Uncle De, who has put on the [Wolf God Mask] again, is exuding a terrible hostility at this time... Hostility is the source of power of this mask, but since the last time it was captured by the mysterious [Heavenly Master] After Mr. Luo touched it, the hostility of the mask has been emptied.

It's just that [Wolf God Mask], as one of the forbidden tools, seems to be the source of hostility itself, and the hostility that was emptied will breed again soon-but as long as Uncle De doesn't use it often, he can keep himself wide awake.

But at this time, facing the mysterious bald monk, Uncle De had to put on this mask again which brought him endless pain and regret.

It was it that ruined his family...but it was also it that gave him the power to protect his daughter.

Like an ancient hungry wolf, howling under the moonlit night, the air vibrated, and Uncle De's shriveled body instantly filled up and became extremely strong.

claw!
The hand that turned into sharp claws directly slashed across the body of the bald handsome boy... With a wave of his arm, the bald handsome boy swept the sleeves of the cassock, but the sleeves were directly torn a few times.

"It's going to be patched up again!" The pretty bald boy sighed suddenly, "This is the only one I have, I don't want to wear it when I go to dinner on weekdays... eh."

Uncle Ke De was already crazy at this time, his hands turned into giant claws, tearing apart constantly.

The bald-headed boy quickly turned his arms at this time, and the wide sleeves of the cassock hovered in front of Uncle De, wrapping Uncle De's hands to death.

"What?" Uncle De was shocked.

"Three Views Correction Fist." The bald handsome boy directly punched the [Wolf God Mask].

boom--! !

Uncle De flew upside down in an instant and smashed hard on the wall... [Wolf God Mask] was actually covered with cracks, which fell off Uncle De's face automatically, and then turned into a wave Gray air penetrated into Uncle De's body.

He spit out a mouthful, and his eyes were more horrified.

"It was able to block the monk's three-view correcting punch." The bald handsome boy was a little surprised, "The monk felt a familiar smell on it... Donor, let the monk take a closer look."

After all, the bald handsome boy stepped on the sole of his foot, crossed the distance, and came directly to Uncle De, "This kind of evil thing, benefactor, you should not keep it."

But when he saw the bald boy reaching out to grab his head, Uncle De was shocked.

"Don't hurt my dad!"

A streak of blue smoke emerged from the floor, and turned into a little girl in a dress... The little girl's face was pale at this time, and a wave of thought power unique to ghost cultivators instantly drove the objects in the crematorium to move quickly. Throw it on the bald handsome boy.

It's just too weak, the bald handsome boy took the items one by one, and then arranged them, "Little benefactor, it's wrong to throw things around, how can you do such a thing?"

"Father, let's go!" The little girl quickly helped Uncle De up, and at the same time, with the greatest strength, she broke a pillar and pressed down on the handsome bald boy.

The bald boy caught it with one hand, looked at the little girl who helped Uncle De up, and said abruptly: "Little benefactor, if you stay, you will kill him?"

"What..." The little girl was startled, "Wenwen, will Wenwen kill...father?"

"Wenwen, don't listen to this demon monk's nonsense!" Uncle De endured the pain, gritted his teeth and said, "He is a bad guy, he is here to tear us apart!"

The bald boy said: "Little benefactor, didn't you notice that your father's breath is getting worse and worse. Maybe he could get three punches from me before, but now he can only get two punches at most!"

The little girl subconsciously looked at Uncle De.

"Don't listen to him!" Uncle De's expression became anxious, and he spurted out another mouthful of blood in a fit of rage.

"Daddy! Daddy!" The little girl was in a hurry, tears streaming down her face.

Uncle De wanted to say something, but at this moment he had no choice but to sit down on the ground and adjust his breath... If this injury is not dealt with, he probably won't have to wait ten or eight years, and he will have to explain it here tonight... Internal injury, very serious!

——[Nan Wu Nan Wu Nan Wu Nan Wu...]

But seeing the bald-headed handsome boy also sitting cross-legged on the ground at this time, singing something, a flash of light flashed in the back of his head, filling the entire space of the crematorium.

The spiritual light shone, and bursts of green smoke rose from the little girl's body, as if being burned, she fell to the ground in pain.

Uncle De's eyes were filled with blood and tears, and he gritted his teeth, "No matter who you are... poor me, I will chase you to the ends of the earth!"

He got up angrily, completely ignoring the internal injuries on his body, and even summoned the shattered mask again... The cracked mask needs more sources of strength.

The host is its best source of strength.

"Wolf god!"

A huge roar resounded.

At this moment, Uncle De seemed to have completely transformed into an ancient giant wolf.

boom--! !

The bald boy sat still, but the rolling pin slipped out of his sleeve strangely, and even hit Uncle De's mask strangely... Uncle De was knocked down to the ground again, and the mask shattered again.

But this time, no matter how Uncle De called, 【Wolf God Mask】had no response, as if he had fallen asleep.

"This is how it feels." I saw the bald-headed boy muttering to himself at this moment, "The family of the benefactor Luo..."

"Wenwen!"

A shrill voice sounded.

Uncle De collapsed on the ground, and stretched out his hand feebly to the little girl not far away... I saw that the little girl's body was almost transparent, as if she was about to disappear.

"Please, let her go! I thought you were a fool! You can do whatever you want... Please!"

He could only slam his head on the floor...Kowtowing to the pretty bald boy with bloody bangs.

"People of the world..." The pretty bald boy sighed, "It's always so ignorant."

The bald boy slowly closed his eyes, and the scriptures he was reciting in his mouth suddenly turned into substance. Strings of golden scriptures instantly entangled the little girl... a brilliant inspiration.

"Dad, you have to take care of yourself... Wenwen, I'm leaving..."

"no--!!!!"

The spiritual light disappeared, and in the crematorium, only the burning fire flickered.

Everything seemed very quiet.

"Wenwen..." Uncle De's gaze lost all luster in an instant, and he stared blankly at the place where the aura disappeared, "There is nothing... nothing... nothing... give me back Wenwen... give me back! !!!”

He grabbed the floor with one hand, stretched his strength, dragged his body, and crawled towards the bald handsome boy with all his strength, all the way to the front of the bald handsome boy, his bloody hand directly grabbed the white cassock, "Give it back to me!!!! "

The fist crazily smashed on the bald handsome boy's body.

But the bald handsome boy didn't dodge, didn't hide, let his fists bombard him, and didn't even offer any protection... The fist hit his flesh, and a stream of blood overflowed from the bald handsome boy's mouth at this time.

"Give it back to me..." Gradually losing strength, Uncle De lowered his hands, and said in grief and indignation: "Kill me..."

"Benefactor, are you hungry?" The bald handsome boy asked suddenly, "I still have a steamed bun here, little monk."

"Go away!" Uncle De roughly patted the palm of the handsome bald boy away.

White steamed buns rolled on the ground.

Uncle De sat on the ground blankly, crying sometimes, laughing at other times, as if he was recalling his life, for a long time... Uncle De laughed again, he raised his palm, and with the last bit of strength, he went to himself slapped his forehead.

"Dad! Don't!"

Uncle De's palm froze, and he opened his eyes in disbelief, only to see a ray of spiritual light falling down... The spiritual light filled the ceiling of the crematorium, like white clouds and blue sky in the spiritual light.

In the aura, the little girl's body gradually converged... Finally, she had a solid body and slowly landed.

"Wenwen...Wenwen!" Uncle De got up in disbelief, "I'm not... dreaming... not dreaming?"

"Father, don't hurt yourself." The little girl landed on the ground, and immediately grabbed Uncle De's palm, "I...I seem to be fine."

"How could this be..." Uncle De opened his mouth, but subconsciously looked at the handsome bald boy.

"Ghost cultivation is not the right path after all. It harms others and yourself, and it's good to be a ghost fairy. After all, it has a fairy character, so it's guaranteed not to be bad." At this time, the bald handsome boy shook his cassock and got up, as if Talking to himself.

"You..." Uncle De shook his lips.

The bald boy walked to the place where the steamed bun rolled down, picked up the steamed bun, blew on it, wiped it, and then took a bite.

He looked at Uncle De, smiled and said, "Next time, don't waste food, benefactor."

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The crematorium was burning vigorously, and the corpses of the two wandering gods had been burned in the furnace until nothing but ashes remained.

Uncle De looked at the monk silently. Many times he wanted to speak, but he hesitated.

"Although he has become a ghost fairy, this child still can't leave this cemetery." The bald handsome boy said suddenly at this time: "The only person I know who can do this kind of thing is Luo benefactor."

"You...you know Luo Tianshi?" Uncle De said subconsciously.

The bald handsome boy said indifferently: "Benefactor, as long as your life is long enough, you will definitely meet many, many people."

Uncle De hesitated to speak again... and finally chose to remain silent.

Luo Tianshi is the existence that Uncle De regards as a great benefactor. It is he who gave Wenwen the opportunity to transform... As for the bald handsome boy, he turned Wenwen into a ghost fairy, a higher-level existence, more inclined to In 【Ling】.

Both are his great benefactors.

"Master Three Burial, I won't tell you about the fact that you killed two wandering gods." Uncle De took a deep breath and said seriously, "No one has been here today."

"Don't pay too much attention to it." The bald handsome boy said casually: "Sex is emptiness and emptiness. If you kill it, you don't kill it. If you don't kill it, you kill it. Early death and early rebirth, Amitabha."

No matter how.

Uncle De shook his head, he also intends to keep this secret.

……

Before leaving, the bald-headed handsome boy also took away the tape recorder in the funeral parlor lobby, saying that the cassette inside was a treasure and should not be lost.

Uncle De looked at the white shadow gradually disappearing into the night, quite melancholy... But the matter is not over yet, after all, two on-duty wandering gods have died, and he needs to clear up all the clues before he can cover up this matter. matter.

As for how to do it, Uncle De has his own way... After all, he has used forbidden techniques before, and forcibly kept Wenwen's soul under the eyes of the [Ninth Prison].

"Dad, Wenwen is hungry!"

"Come on, I'll burn incense for you." Uncle De smiled slightly: "Let's burn thirty sticks of incense tonight."

"You're going to be fat!" The little girl stuck out her tongue.

At this time, a flying locomotive landed slowly in front of the gate of the funeral parlor... A man got off the car.

Seeing this, Wenwen quickly dodges and disappears.

Uncle De frowned - he is in very bad health at the moment, any third-rate or fourth-rate guy can...

——Could it be that the people from [Ninth Prison] were found so quickly?

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He took off the helmet, and a young man got off the flying locomotive. At this time, he looked around curiously, and then walked quickly towards Uncle De.

Uncle De had a gloomy face.

Seeing that young man approaching, he opened his mouth, as if he was frightened by Uncle De's face that rejected people thousands of miles away, and said in a friendly voice: "Hello, old man...Excuse me, is there a man named Lin Youde here? ?”

Uncle De's face became more gloomy, and he said indifferently: "Who are you, what are you looking for with Lin Youde?"

The young man said: "That's right, my name is Lin Feng, and my father's name is Lin Youfeng..."

This young man is... Kobayashi SIR!

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"...and another uncle?"

"It's been many years ago." After lunch, Lin's father suddenly called Lin's son into the study, and said earnestly: "Your Uncle Youde is a martial arts madman. When he was young, he went around looking for people to challenge him. His family was destroyed, and now he is alone in a cemetery in the southern suburbs."

Lin Zi: "Why have I never heard you say it..."

Son Lin suddenly remembered one thing, that is, in the era of the Wu Clan, the Great Immortal once asked him if he knew a person named "Lin Youde"... The name that can be mentioned by the Great Immortal, this "Lin Youde" seems not simple ?
"Old things, I haven't mentioned them to you, because the more I don't mention them, the more I don't want to mention them." Father Lin said, "Aren't you going to [Kunlun] soon? You have uncle De when he was young. I have also wandered in [Kunlun], you go and meet him, say hello, maybe he can help you in something."

"What kind of person is he?" Son Lin asked subconsciously.

"A genius who once defeated the young emperor of [Kunlun] Holy Land when he was young!"

(End of this chapter)