Fast Travel Strategy: Female Supporting Counterattack Manual

Chapter 276 Weak Paper Demon VS High Monk (8)

"Idiot, are you asleep?"

Kong Wu opened his eyes and took a deep breath, and saw a small face approaching him.

He thought about the clear dream he had just had, and then thought about the brief encounter with the paper demon in front of him, and he lost his mind for a moment.

"500 years ago, I just practiced becoming a demon, and I was found by an eminent monk. I refused to follow him to learn Buddhism, so he wrote scriptures on me, hoping that I would be influenced after a long time. However In less than a month, he fell off a cliff and lost his life in the process of wandering. Due to the restrictions of the scriptures, I could not leave the book, so I shrank in the book and stayed in the broken house for more than 400 years. During the past 400 years, I I was in a panic in my spare time, but I still fulfilled the wish of the eminent monk, and read the above scriptures over and over again, so I no longer fear the power of Buddha."

"Fortunately, God is merciful. The Rong family found out that the Duhua Sutra can resolve sins. They worked hard to find me. Mrs. Rong even recited it day and night. She enshrined the Buddha and did all kinds of bad things secretly. If she hadn’t got a filial son, she would have been murdered by a wronged soul. Because she had too much karma, she often read the scriptures and the scriptures gradually became invalid. I can also Free to move."

"Since the benefactor can move freely, why should he come to this Pushan Temple?"

"As you can see, my current soul body has begun to become transparent. If I can't get rid of this scripture, I will be wiped out. The Buddha has the virtue of good life. I believe the master will not just watch me die."

"The spirit of the benefactor is clear, and he has never done anything harmful. If there is a way to save the benefactor without harming the innocent, I am willing to give it a try."

"You really can't remember at all? You really can't remember at all? Even a little bit?"

"The donor was joking. We have never met each other and have never crossed paths."

"Master is right, I lied."

"Master hasn't answered my question yet, why don't you just tell Mrs. Rong that she will go to hell after death and be cut into pieces by thousands of swords."

"The donor just said that the Buddha had the virtue of a good life. Mrs. Rong's body is already at the end of her strength, so why bother to scare her directly."

"The great master despises troubles and grows in wisdom. He has been certified, and he is merciful in everything. Have you thought about yourself? For the people around you. You have become a monk early, but you know that the old parents at home are kneeling in front of the Buddha day and night. Praying for you."

"Knowing that the three generations are equal, that wisdom is boundless and immeasurable, the world is greedy for name and form, and there is boundlessness and silence. Knowing the cause and appearance of dharmas, there is no self, all beings and delusions, and what arises and sees never arises, and all dharmas There is also no appearance. The appearance of me, the appearance of people, the appearance of sentient beings, and the appearance of longevity. I have been broken."

"I knew you were unfeeling, but I never thought that you are so unfeeling. It seems that I am much infatuated."

"What relationship did we have before?"

"There is no relationship between me and the master."

"The master said that as long as it doesn't hurt the innocent, you can lend a helping hand?"

"If I tell Master, your heart and soul can save me from danger."

"Amitabha." Kong Wu's heart trembled, and he closed his eyes to hide the complicated emotions in his eyes.

He and the paper demon in front of him had met 500 years ago.

Five hundred years ago, he was unable to break through the appearance of people and sentient beings, so after the death of his parents, he lost the motivation to live and voluntarily fell to the ends of the earth.In this life, he has broken through the four phases early on, and he has gained wisdom in cutting off afflictions, but the great calamity of life and death has come to test him.It's really not as good as a man's calculation.

"Monk Dai, what are you thinking about for so long?" Shi Yi boldly grabbed his ear.

Kong Wu raised his head to meet her eyes, and stared at her quietly for a while.

"Stupid monk, are you stupid? You can't be stupid, you haven't given me a heartbreak yet." Shi Yi shook his shoulders, hoping that he could become the stable and mature monk before, "Do you think it's useful to me?" Pretty men can tempt me, I don't like monks."

"Liar." Kong Wu said this in a low voice, then turned his head and coughed in a low voice, but silently completed a sentence in his heart, "I don't know which little thing who just became a demon 500 years ago was haunted by it." Just don't let me go."

Yan, who was hiding in the Sutra Pavilion, shuddered subconsciously. These two torturers really hoped that they would get out sooner and not be in their own hands.

"Stay monk, I think something is wrong after you fell asleep." Shi Yi circled around him.

"Do you want to live?" Kong Wu sat upright, his eyes were rarely warm, not compassionate.

Shi nodded, "If I don't want to live, why should I come looking for you."

"That's right," Kong Wu picked up the writing brush on the table as if he had figured something out.After a long time, the nib of the brush has become bald, and the ink on the table has stuck to the bottom of the inkstone.

"You want to write?" Shi Yi felt that he was a little strange now, but he felt a little indescribable.

"500 years ago, we had a fate. I just remembered." Kong Wu's hand lightly brushed over the brush, and the brush condensed together at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into a sharp point.

"Have you really remembered? How much have you remembered? Do you still hold grudges against me?" Shi Yi asked carefully, lest he was lying to himself.

"The first time you met me, you asked me if I really couldn't remember it at all. I asked you if we had a relationship before. You didn't answer, but I felt your sadness. Now, I said I remembered it , but you are cautiously afraid that I will deceive you. No wonder there is a saying that only a villain and a woman are difficult to raise." Kong Wu touched the tip of the pen, a cold light flashed, and a drop of blood fell to the ground.

"I didn't mean that?" Shi Yi defended himself weakly, so he couldn't notice the blood that fell to the ground.

"Before he passed away, the master calculated that I would have a life-and-death disaster, so he deliberately gathered all my three souls and six souls in one place, and used his lifelong skills to melt them into my heart." Kong Wu flipped his wrist and used a sharp-edged brush to Insert it into your own heart, and every time you say a word, the tip of the pen will penetrate deeper into your heart.

"Kong Wu, stupid monk, what are you doing?" He heard the scream of the little paper demon, which almost pierced his eardrum.

Shouldn't she be happy to see her taking the blood of her heart?Why is there such a panic expression?
"If you devote yourself to cultivating, then these scriptures can help you. If your bad roots are hard to get rid of, then these can be regarded as my salvation for you." Before his life was about to disappear, Kong Wu thought of what he had done 500 years ago. The sentence that the little demon said in front of him couldn't help but suppress the corners of his mouth.

500 years ago, he failed to break through the appearance of human beings and sentient beings, and fell in love with the paper demon in front of him.He originally wanted her to practice hard to the Buddha, but he didn't expect to make her suffer for 500 years.

In this life, he made a mistake early on, so he returned his heart and soul to her as a settlement.

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