demon rampage

Because of these children, Wu Jian and Wu Yang have been living here for the past few days. I wanted to leave directly, but Wu Jian asked me to accompany him for the last time. After that, I don’t know when we will meet again. I thought about it and agreed, anyway, staying for two more days is not a problem.

When the guards escorting Zhao Jie came back from Liang'an City, I heard a bad news: Zhao Jie committed suicide.

He died by taking poison.

This person is really strange, he obviously did something bad, but he was neither humble nor overbearing, and he died so happily.

On the afternoon of the third day, those children were sent away by the guards, and it was time for me to say goodbye to Brother Wu Jian.

"Wu Jian." I said.

"Huh?" He looked at me.

"Xiao Hua, take good care of me."

I suddenly felt that such a sad scene didn't suit me well, and I didn't know what to say when I wanted to talk, so I had to move Xiao Hua out.

"Don't worry, the young master will take good care of him."

Wu Jian patted his chest and said swearingly, suddenly his eyes changed, he rushed towards me fiercely, pushed me aside, I fell heavily on the ground, not sure why he was crazy.

Hearing Wu Yang's "Jian'er", I suddenly turned around and found a child in front of Wu Jian, holding a dagger in his hand, which just stabbed into Wu Jian's abdomen, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

This scene seemed familiar, as if someone had stabbed my heart with a sword.

After Wu Jian carried the knife for me, I passed out out of nowhere.That child is a little beggar, even if he turns into ashes, I will never forget him again.

After waking up, I went straight to Wu Jian's room. He hadn't woken up yet, and Wu Yang had been guarding him every step of the way. The little beggar was lying on the ground with his hands and feet tied.

"How's Wu Jian?" I asked.

"The situation is not very good. The doctor said that in the future, it may not be...inhumane."

Wu Yang took a deep breath before finishing speaking.

Wu Jian is really stupid, even if he took the knife for me, I would not stay out of gratitude.

I walked up to the little beggar and looked at him calmly: "Why did you kill me?"

This kind of thing happened to him. I found that I couldn't hate him, but I didn't like him either. I had some pity for him at first, but now even that trace of pity has disappeared.

A person can be poor, humble, and pitiful, but if he vents his dissatisfaction with life on strangers, he is not worthy of sympathy, and no one should pay for his pity.

The little beggar didn't realize that what he was doing was wrong, and said aggressively: "I will kill if I want to! Don't care about your business!"

At this moment, I suddenly felt how weak language is to explain, so I couldn't control my hand and slapped him.

"Crack!" There was a loud, crisp sound.

From the corner of the eye, Wu Yang turned his head and glanced at me. If it was normal, he would definitely stop me, but now Wu Jian is still unconscious.

"This slap is a lesson to you that you should not kill someone who is kind enough to save you."

"Slap!" Another slap, I couldn't control my anger.

"This slap is to teach you that you are too murderous."

"Slap!" The third slap.

"This slap is for your parents. You have lost your direction as a human being."

After three slaps, the little beggar's face was already red and swollen, his tears kept sliding down his cheeks, and he said dirty words in his mouth, probably cursing me for a bad death or something.

I turned my face away and walked to Wu Jian's bedside. His abdomen was wrapped several times with bandages, which couldn't even be covered by the quilt.

I raised my right hand to cover his wound, a burst of blue light flashed, and disappeared after a while.

Wu Yang opened his eyes wide in disbelief: "What did you just do?"

"It's my secret, he's fine now."

I was a little dizzy, and I didn't know that I could heal wounds not long ago. That day, I was driving on the official road with the talented man, when a tiger suddenly jumped out of the nearby bushes and jumped on me like crazy.

Fortunately, I blocked it with my arm, otherwise it would have bitten my neck.

In the end, the man in the bamboo hat suddenly appeared and drove away the tiger.

"This tiger is about to become a spirit, and it is a little excited, so it will attack you."

The man in the bamboo hat explained to me, and he flew away after finishing speaking, and he really came and went without a trace.

However, my arm injury was a bit serious. In my impression, this seemed to be the first time I was injured. I tried to use my left hand to tear off the clothes stuck to the flesh, and suddenly there was a blue light in the palm of my hand. In a short while, my right arm recovered. As before, if it weren't for the two holes in the clothes, I would have thought I had a dream.

"Since it's a secret, I will definitely not tell others." Wu Yang said in a deep voice.

I don't care if he will tell anyone or not. Now that I've been exposed, I'm not afraid that someone will covet me. If I can't beat him, I will run away. I believe that no one will be able to catch up with me. After all, I still have a trump card.

Before leaving, I took one more look at the little beggar, wondering if he would repent, but we probably won't have any more interaction.

After packing up my things, I left the inn directly, without hiring a coachman, and still alone with a dog, I set foot on the road to the north.

"Genius, look at how bright the stars are. Tomorrow must be a fine day."

Because I slept too long during the day, I was not too sleepy at night, so I walked along the official road with the talented man all night.

The gifted man happily wagged his tail and explored the road in front of me. Sometimes he would bark when he saw a frog on the road, so cute and silly.

Suddenly, a large area of ​​bright yellow dots appeared in front of me. When I got closer, I found that they were fireflies. They seemed to compete with the stars in the sky, twinkling and twinkling, which was really beautiful.

We didn't stay for too long, and Caizi and I continued to walk forward, the stars followed all the way, and the moon secretly hid behind the clouds, like a singing girl who still holds a pipa and half hides her face.

I walked and rested along the way, and when I was hungry, I ate a big pancake in the burden, but most of the pancakes were eaten by talented scholars. I found that I still prefer eating grass compared to pancakes.

In my memory, there seems to be a voice saying to me: "Grass is the most delicious thing in the world, you should eat more."

I don't know which bastard deceived the young and ignorant me like this, but eating too much grass has really become a habit, and I can't quit.

Seeing that I had been eating grass, the gifted scholar also tasted it curiously, but he had a bitter face and his eyes were full of disgust.

The road was a bit too long, but luckily I bought enough pancakes. On the evening of the fourth day, it rained heavily, accompanied by lightning and thunder.

Although I have an umbrella, but in this kind of windy and rainy weather, there is no difference between using an umbrella and not using it. Rather than destroying the only umbrella, it is better to get a little rain.

The talented man and I ran wildly in the heavy rain, and soon became two drowned chickens. I didn't know how far we were from the town. Suddenly, a shiny thing broke into my sight not far away. It seemed to be a house, and there should be people inside. .

I turned around and ran towards the house. The talented man followed behind me, his short legs swung desperately, and he couldn't even swing his tail.

We rushed to that... broken house with the fastest speed. The reason why it is called broken is because it has no door and the windows are rotten. However, the roof is not leaking, which is the only thing worth celebrating up.

I stepped into the door and saw a young monk in a brown robe sitting cross-legged on the ground, with his hands folded and his eyes closed.

I walked lightly, afraid of disturbing him, after all, he was the one who came first.

The wit and I sat down on the open space by the door, I took off my outer shirt, it was already soaked, and it was uncomfortable to wear.

The talented man ran to a place far away from me, shook off the water on his body, and then ran to squat down in front of me. Sometimes I think the talented man is quite spiritual, for example, he is very obedient.

"The benefactor is going to the north?" I don't know when the monk turned around, but he made no sound, which startled me.

"How does the master know?" I wonder if this monk has supernatural powers.

"It's not difficult for me to know." The monk pretended to be mysterious.

"Where is the master going?" It seemed that he didn't intend to tell me the reason, so I just asked him casually.

"Go west."

"West side?" Is this going to learn from Tang Monk's Western Paradise?

"I watched the sky at night and found that if the benefactor goes west, he will meet someone with predestined relationship."

"Anyone?"

"Bodhi does not have a tree, and a mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place. Where does the dust rise? It depends on the donor's own choice whether to end it or bury it."

"I still hope that the master will clarify." I really don't understand what he means, what is the end?bury what?

"The secret must not be revealed, everything depends on the benefactor's good luck." The monk put his hands together, nodded to me, and then returned to the meditating appearance when I first came.

I was left alone to think about it, but I couldn't think of any reason.

Since he said that there is someone who is destined for me in the west, I might as well follow him to have a look. Anyway, it doesn't get in the way. If there is nothing, I can go to the north again.

After I made up my mind, I thought about it. Whatever he meant, sleep is the most important thing.

In the bamboo grove, two figures passed through the narrow path. Not far in front, there was a yellow-haired dog happily chasing a beautiful colorful butterfly. Hope, for a while, disappoints him again.

I picked a bamboo leaf casually and held it in my mouth. The leaf was quite fresh, and I swallowed it before I knew it.

"How do you eat bamboo leaves?" the monk asked me.

"Accidentally ate it."

"I think there should be someone in front of you. If you're hungry, go and eat some vegetarian food later."

"I have money." I pointed to my purse.

"That's fine." The monk nodded.

After resting on the side of the road for half an hour at noon, we continued on our way.

"Why don't you ride?"

Tang Monk went to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures and there is a white dragon horse. Is this monk planning to cross mountains and rivers with his legs?

"Keep your feet on the road, be sure."

"Only you?"

"One person is enough."

"Why are you so overwhelmed? Go to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures like Tang Seng."

"The obsession is too deep in my heart. If you don't try some things, you will regret it."

"You have become a monk, what obsessions still bother you?"

"There are tens of thousands of things that bother people. Even an eminent monk can't be completely unaffected by it."

"Then what's the use of being a monk? Isn't it still impossible to get rid of worldly troubles?"

"No, if you really want to know if it's useful, you might as well become a monk yourself, and you'll know what it's like." The monk said with a smile.

I don't want to become a monk. There are so many rules in Buddhism, so I won't be so overwhelmed.

We passed a village on the way, bought some supplies, rested for the night, and started our journey again early the next morning.

"I had a dream last night," said the monk.

"What dream?"

"I dreamed that I ascended."

Puhaha, I laughed so hard, just die, and he said it so nicely, as if he really became a fairy, and he is so young, so many old monks have not ascended to the ascension, how much merit he has done Able to reach the standard of ascension.

"Fake." I said.

"Monks don't tell lies." He said solemnly.

"When? Where? Suicide or homicide?" I asked.

"..."

******

On this day, the monk didn't wake me up early in the morning, which is really strange.

Last night we came across an abandoned thatched hut in the wilderness and stayed here for the night.

I walked out of the house and saw the monk was busy on the ground.

The monk has a box, which he carries on his back every day. When he is resting, he takes out a book from it to read. I have read it, but I can’t understand the messy words, so I gave up.

There are more than 20 books in his box, which are quite heavy, but he walks with them on his back every day.

Now the sun is shining outside, I saw that he first spread a layer of branches and dry grass on the ground, then took out all the books in the box and spread them out on top.

"What are you doing? What kind of books are you posting?"

"Today is Sunbath Day."

"let me help you."

"Amitabha, thank you benefactor."

"Master, you are welcome."

I dried the book, and the monk had nothing to read, so I could only meditate in the room. I couldn't calm down, so I wandered around the house with the wit, and there were many dragonflies around, and the wit liked to chase these little things to play.

There is a small pond not far away, the water in it is quite clear, and there are many small tadpoles near the shore, all black and slippery to the touch.

I was playing with the little tadpole, and suddenly there was a "boom", something fell into the water, and the thing jumped from the small slope opposite. After entering the water, ripples were startled on the water surface.

I was still curious about what it was, when I suddenly saw the wit's head protruding from the water, its limbs were constantly thumping, as if it couldn't swim, it really shocked me.

I don't know how deep the water in this pond is, so I didn't dare to go down rashly. I searched around, and finally found a long branch. It knows what I mean.

But the branch is a little short, more than one meter away from the talented man, and the talented man's figure is flopping about in the water, getting farther and farther away from the branch.

I stood on the shore and quietly watched the silly dog ​​of the wit slowly sinking to the bottom of the water. There were a few green dragonflies staying above the water where the wit was fluttering. They were playing together just now. Do they know that the wit is dead?

I waited, and finally waited until the body of the talented man surfaced. I kept throwing stones into the water, causing the water surface to fluctuate, and finally fished up the talented man's body.

"Are you saying you are stupid?"

I poked the wit's stomach with a branch, dug a hole beside it, and put the wit's body in it.

I suddenly found that the people or dogs who followed me seemed to be very unfortunate, and they would all die for various reasons, and I don't know if it was because of me.

I suddenly thought of Cao Gongjiao who was arrested for stealing a dog. He probably didn’t really eat that dog. If he had met a wit, maybe the wit would not have followed me all the way, and maybe the wit would still be able to live well .

Not in the mood to continue playing, I went back to the hut, suddenly a gust of wind blew up the scriptures on the ground, maybe the thread of the book was loose, a thick book was blown apart, white paper was flying all over the sky, rattling Noisy, this is terrible.

"Master, come out quickly, your scriptures have been blown away by the strong wind!"

While I shouted, I went to pack up the remaining scriptures. The strong wind hurt my face.

I looked at it, and probably three or four books were blown away. It seems that this monk often reads these scriptures, otherwise he would have ripped out the threads binding the books.

The sound I just made was loud enough, but I haven't seen the monk come out for a long time. Could it be that he fell asleep?

I carried the packed boxes into the house, and I couldn't pick up the ones that were blown away by the wind alone, so I had to wait for the wind to subside before picking them up.

"Good monk, I worked hard outside to help you collect books, but you are sitting here leisurely!"

I threw the bookcase on the ground angrily, but the monk still didn't say a word, as if...