You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 33 Patchwork Clothes

A small bald head emerged above the golden relics, poking its head out, looking blurry and unclear.

Zuo Chen injected more spiritual energy, and as he did so, the shadow of the monk on the Buddhist beads became much more solid.

Only then did the two of them see the monk's appearance clearly.

He looked strong and had dark skin. He should be thirty years old, but he looked forty. He had a gentle face but not a good-looking appearance. His palms were covered with calluses and his bare feet were covered with mud. He looked more like an ordinary old farmer than a monk.

His bald head didn't look like it was shaved, but rather looked like it had fallen off slowly over time.

The confusion in his eyes quickly faded away. He shook his head and looked around, and his gaze finally fell on Zuo Chen.

After thinking for a while, an expression of sudden enlightenment suddenly appeared on his face:

"Am I already dead?"

Zuo Chen nodded.

The monk touched his head:

"I originally wanted to take the mountain road to Anming Temple, but I didn't expect to be attacked by a beast on the way. I'm really unlucky."

He looked at Zuo Chen again, showing some caution, and asked:

"Are you a god? Or the King of Hell?"

"I am a Taoist priest. Just like you are a monk." Zuo Chen said, "You want to go to Anming Temple? Why?"

"My fellow villagers told me that I can have enough food at Anming Temple."

The monk blushed and scratched his bald head, as if he was saying something that was difficult to say.

Eat a full meal...

With these three words in mind, Zuo Chen asked:
"Are you coming from Xuzhou?"

"Master, you are truly a god! You know all this!" The monk was shocked. "I did come from Xuzhou. The disaster there was so severe that I couldn't survive. So I ran south, avoided the arrows at the pass, and arrived in Qingzhou."

This is not a god, this is called reasoning.

Complaining in his heart, Zuo Chen held the slightly tattered cassock in his hands and said:

"Tell me about yourself. What is your Buddhist name? And this cassock, did you sew it yourself?"

"Dharma name? What is a Dharma name?" The monk was puzzled. Then he looked at the robe again and smiled embarrassedly: "I didn't sew it. Many villagers helped me sew it at that time."

Seeing that Zuo Chen was still looking at him curiously, the monk did not hide.

Since they are all dead, there is no point in covering up their past.

"I was originally from a village in Xuzhou. I was born with very short hair. Before a disaster, I would help the villagers with chores. Because I had been hungry when I was a child, I saved up a lot of food.

"Later, a traveling merchant came to the village. After hearing what I did, he called me Master, but I didn't have any special skills, so he changed his name to Monk.

"He said that monks should have temples. I thought my shabby house was fine, but when the villagers heard about it, they went into the forest to cut wood and built a temple for me. He also said that there should be a Buddha in the temple, but neither I nor my fellow villagers knew what the Buddha looked like. He suggested that they just carve one in my image. I thought it was troublesome, but the villagers did it anyway.

"After that, the merchant called me a good monk. People from the surrounding villages also came to burn incense in front of the Buddha statue, making it seem as if I was dead.

"When they come to burn incense, they always have things they want to accomplish. I help with simple things, but I don't have the skills to do the difficult things."

The monk spoke very calmly. Zuo Chen and Caiyi sat on the stone steps at the side, as if listening to a story.

Although the monk's words were very brief, Zuo Chen could tell that the "help" in his words was probably not simple. Helping with both small and big things, although you still can't get merit, you can accumulate some blessings. When the blessings are deep, it will be easier to get merit.

Behind his profound merits, there must be profound blessings, so the amount of help he can provide must be quite a lot.

This monk's profound merits may be related to the disaster.

Sure enough, as he continued speaking, an indescribable complex emotion emerged on the monk's soul face.

Sadness? Fear? Or fear?
It's hard to tell.

"Later, Xuzhou was struck by a disaster. There was drought all around, and the sky was full of locusts. Wherever they flew, no wheat was left. Strong men rushed into the swarm with torches, but when they came out, only a skeleton was left. I sucked all the blood and flesh clean.

"Our village is a little remote, close to Qingzhou. Although we were also affected, it was not as serious. Many people in the village took advantage of the disaster to escape. I wanted to run away, but some pregnant women who couldn't even afford food came to the outside of the village. I was afraid that they would starve to death and that their children would not have enough to eat, so I stayed.

"Fortunately, I had stored enough food, so I managed to get them all fed.

"They were busy as I was. As soon as they opened their eyes in the daytime, they would think of ways to get food. At night, they might not be able to sleep until the moon was high in the sky. The clothes on their bodies became torn over time. The villagers I saved gave me a piece of cloth each, tearing off their own clothes. Some cloth merchants gave me their best cloth, and there was another who had nothing and could only give me her son's diapers.

"At that time, there was no one around us with good craftsmanship. The boss of the cloth merchant broke his arm when he was fleeing and could not sew, so he found a girl who seemed to be skillful, but she could not sew either, so she could only sew all the pieces of cloth together.

"In the end, this is what I made... a cassock?
"I don't know, the cloth shop owner called it that."

Good deeds will be done during great disasters.

When Zuo Chen heard this, his heart sank involuntarily.

Although he could roughly guess the origin of the robe, it was only when he heard the monk say it that Zuo Chen felt the weight of the robe.

It’s so heavy that even those in the Foundation Establishment Stage can hardly hold it.

"What happened next?" Caiyi asked.

"And then? And then all the villagers died."

When the monk said this, his tone was calm and calm, but tears suddenly fell from his eyes.

"The disaster lasted too long, and we had eaten up all the food we had. We even plucked the bark from the trees two meters below to make soup. When all the bark was gone, we couldn't stay in the temple any longer.

"I led them out, and several of them died on the way. We finally reached the Qingzhou checkpoint, and then...

“They started shooting arrows.”

The monk stopped talking.

It's hard to imagine that after trying my best to reach Qingzhou City, I thought I had finally crawled out of the hell on earth and found a way to survive, but in the end, I was killed by the people guarding the Qingzhou City.

“There are so many people, and I’m the only one left. I don’t know what to do next. I know that I have finally made it to Qingzhou, and I should ask for food.

"You can ask those people on the roadside how to get enough food. They told me that Anming Temple can. Not only can we have sorghum rice every day, but we can even eat white steamed buns.

"So I thought about going to Anming Temple and asking for more steamed buns so I wouldn't have to go hungry."

After saying this, the monk smiled innocently and said embarrassedly:
"Little fairy, I'm sorry to have made you laugh at me for so long."

"No." Zuo Chen shook his head and looked at the monk seriously:
"I am not a deity. You are much more advanced than me."

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(End of this chapter)