The strongest collapse system

Chapter 251
Time passed quietly in the process of cultivation, and it was three years in a blink of an eye.

At the foot of Qingyun Mountain, a monk came to Caomiao Village on this day.

The monk was very old, his face was wrinkled, and he was wearing a shabby cassock, begging for alms from the people in the village.

Of course nothing happened.

First of all, this monk is dirty and slovenly, which makes a bad impression on others. Secondly, if you want alms, just alms. Can you put away the string of jasper beads in your hand?

This string of jasper beads is crystal clear and dazzling, and it also exudes a faint cyan luster. It is worth a lot at first glance, right?
Begging with a golden rice bowl, with the "simple" folk customs of Caomiao Village, who is willing to give you things?

"You deserve it!" A boy about 12 years old stood at the gate of the Caomiao and muttered to himself.

The old monk went around the whole village, finding nothing, and finally came to the ruined temple in Dongtou.

It seems a little tired and wants to rest.

"Little benefactor, can I let the old monk go in and sit for a while?" Looking at the young man blocking the door, the old monk asked.

The boy was still standing at the door, showing an unwelcome posture.

The old monk was a little helpless.

"Amitabha, old monk..." The old monk wanted to say something.

"If you want to go in, you have to give some silver taels." The young man said lightly.

The old monk suffocated slightly, and began to carefully look at the boy in front of him.

I saw that the other party was ordinary, no different from ordinary village boys.

But the expression on the boy's face was extremely serious, as if he thought asking for silver taels was a matter of course.

The old monk... Puzhi smiled bitterly helplessly.

As one of the four great monks of Tianyin Temple, a giant of righteousness, Puzhi had never been so saddened.

"Little benefactor, I don't have much, but I can..."

Puzhi was in tatters and it was impossible to carry money, but he had profound wisdom and profound knowledge in Buddhism, so he came up with a brilliant idea.

"If you don't have money, then stay outside." The young man turned around and entered the grass temple, closing the gate.

"... chant sutras and pray for you!" Puzhi finished speaking blankly, looking at the closed temple door, and fell into deep thought.

It must be that the old man entered the village in the wrong way!
Just as Pu Zhi wanted to leave, he saw a group of boys and girls running towards him in the distance, chasing and playing.

Running in the front was a teenager about 11 years old, with an ordinary appearance, but his face was full of lively smiles. He was running away desperately, and occasionally turned his head and made a grimace.

The children behind, led by a teenager who looked like twelve or thirteen years old, kept chasing after them.

It was Zhang Xiaofan, Lin Jingyu and others.

"Zhang Xiaofan, don't run away!" Lin Jingyu shouted.

"Bah, don't chase if you have the guts!" Zhang Xiaofan turned his head and bawled, and ran even faster.

"The people in front give way!"

Zhang Xiaofan had been concentrating on the pursuers behind him and did not notice that there was another person at the temple gate. He accidentally bumped into them and fell over.

Lin Jingyu, who had been chasing closely, was overjoyed, and immediately caught up with him, pinning him down.

"Haha, I finally caught you, a traitor, and you want to hide in the temple!" Lin Jingyu said happily.

"Hey, good Lin Jingyu, you plotted against me, you still have the face to call me a traitor!" Zhang Xiaofan rolled his eyes strangely.

Lin Jingyu was taken aback: "Where am I playing tricks?"

Zhang Xiaofan rolled his eyes, and said: "Do you dare to say that this bald man is not from another village you invited?"

Lin Jingyu turned his head to look at the innocent old monk beside him, and argued loudly: "How can this matter, I don't know him at all!"

He looked at the old monk, hoping that the other party could explain.

It's a pity that Puzhi had been shut out all day in Caomiao Village, and he was going to sleep in the wild tonight, so he was in no mood to intervene in the children's fights.

Puzhi lowered his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes, walked ten feet away from the grass temple, sat down and adjusted his breath.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Xiaofan even pursed his lips and tilted his head, squinting at Lin Jingyu, with a contemptuous look on his face, "You still say you didn't invite him?"

Lin Jingyu was furious, his hands suddenly strangled Zhang Xiaofan's neck.

"Traitor, I agreed to catch you and admit defeat!"

Zhang Xiaofan still refused to give in, with a stubborn face.

Lin Jingyu became more angry, and exerted more force on his hands: "Traitor, do you accept?"

The trachea in Zhang Xiaofan's neck was blocked by him, it became difficult to breathe, and his face turned red, but he still pursed his mouth and gritted his teeth, without saying a word.

Lin Jingyu became more and more angry, and the strength in his hands increased, and he kept saying: "Are you convinced, you are not convinced, you are not convinced!"

Seeing Lin Jingyu's berserk appearance, the other children were a little scared, and no one dared to step forward to stop him.

Puzhi was still sitting in the distance with his eyes closed and meditating, without the slightest intention of making a move.

"Noisy!"

When Zhang Xiaofan, the protagonist of the world in front of him, was about to belch like this, with a "bang", the wooden door of the Caomiao suddenly opened, and an angry voice sounded.

When he heard this voice, Lin Jingyu felt as if struck by lightning, his whole body was shaken, and the hands that strangled Zhang Xiaofan's neck unconsciously loosened.

And the other children also showed frightened expressions, the two were fighting, almost wanting to leave first.

At that moment, they finally recalled the horror of being dominated by "him" once, and the humiliation of being beaten to the point of kneeling and crying bitterly.

……

"Run!"

I don't know which child shouted first, and the group of children ran away instantly and disappeared.

Lin Jingyu, who is the king of children, also got up from Zhang Xiaofan and quickly fled the scene.

"Hoohoo!"

Zhang Xiaofan was gasping for breath, obviously he was holding back hard, he stood up and was startled for a while, thinking of the scene just now, he couldn't help being afraid for a while.

He was almost strangled to death by Lin Jingyu just now!

"Brother Dafan, thank you, thank you!" Zhang Xiaofan said while panting.

"You're welcome." Wang Fan's face was a little cold, "Also, if you really thank me, don't call me Brother Dafan in the future, just call me Wang Fan!"

"Okay, Brother Dafan."

Snapped!
The door of the ruined temple was suddenly closed, with great force, and the dust drifted down.

"Why are you angry?" Zhang Xiaofan was puzzled.

But after all, he was a child, so he didn't continue to think about the things he couldn't figure out, and quickly forgot about it.

He looked up at the sky, the sky was gloomy, with dark clouds hanging down, as if a thunderstorm was coming, and there was a dullness in the air, which made people breathless.

"Forget it, let's go home for dinner." Zhang Xiaofan murmured to himself and wanted to go home.

"Amitabha, little benefactor, please stop."

A Buddha's horn sounded suddenly, Puzhi came to the grass temple at some time, blocking Zhang Xiaofan's way.

Zhang Xiaofan took a step forward and asked: "Hey, who are you and why are you blocking the road?"

Puzhi didn't answer, just looked at Zhang Xiaofan carefully, his heart suddenly moved, he asked: "Little benefactor, your life was at stake just now, you just need to be soft and admit defeat, why are you struggling?"

(End of this chapter)