Buddhist master [Quick Transmigration]

This time, Wu Zheng is the number one swordsman in the world.

Flying flowers and picking leaves are all swords in his hand, and no one is left alive when he shoots plants, trees, bamboos and rocks.

It was rumored that when he sat at home with his eyes closed, the marshal in the rebel camp was captured by a flying sword.

Ominous, ominous.

If he believed the rumors and dragged Wuzheng to three joint trials, he would definitely cry out for being wronged.

The price he paid for becoming the number one swordsman in the world was not being able to hurt people.Don't say that Feijian kills people, even if he scratches someone's skin, he will be punished.

When Wu Zheng eats candied haws, he doesn't dare to point the pointed end at people. He never rides faster than ten miles. He cuts his nails every day for fear of accidentally hurting others.

The system gloated and told Wuzheng: "Actually, it's not like you can't hurt people at all."

Wu Zheng asked: "Can this restriction be lifted?"

The system said: "Ahem, as a man, sometimes it is unavoidable to hurt others. At that time, I can turn a blind eye..."

Wu Zheng: "..."

The system said: "However, you have to work hard."

In the world so far, Wuzheng has maintained a noble single status, loving each other with his left hand.

In the previous world, as a condition for giving up the destruction of the world, the villain asked Wu Zheng to get married. Wu Zheng heartlessly tied a bow on his left hand and married him.

When mentioning this matter, Wu Zheng touched his left hand belatedly and said: "Speaking of which, this world should be regarded as my honeymoon trip, don't you have a wedding gift?"

The system can't do anything about Wu Zheng, this kid doesn't realize at all who the villains in the previous world want him to marry.

When it comes to the death of the leader of the rebel army, Wu Zheng cannot be said to be completely wronged.

His task in each world is to maintain world peace, and to nip the villain's actions in the bud.Although Wuzheng will become the strongest person in each world, he cannot hurt others and his actions are limited.

In order for him to achieve his goal, the system provided him with free guides, ranging from "Ten Thousand Ways to Hold Thighs" to "Pretending to be a Pig and Eating a Tiger" to "Breaking the BOSS's Heart Defense from Inside" has everything he expects. I picked a copy of "Strategy of Becoming a Buddha".

The system was very desperate and reminded him: "Even if you take this book, you can't become a Buddha. You can't recite scriptures to kill them."

Wuzheng said: "I want to persuade the villain to turn around."

The system said, "Do you think they will listen to you?"

Wu Zheng thought for a while and asked, "Why not?"

He did what he said, turned people into good people, and would come to his room on the first night when he found the villain.

The villains have completed a busy day of work, and they maintain a united, tense, serious and lively persona in front of their subordinates all day. At night, they can finally go back to the room to relax and face their true selves. As a result, when they light up the lights, they see themselves cute and amiable A man is sitting on the bed.

The other party also raised his head and asked him: "Correct from evil and return to righteousness?"

Tsk, it's a horror story!

The system began to seriously consider that mental damage should also be included in the damage.

As soon as Wu Zheng came to this world, he was very happy when he learned that the rebel army was rampant and the officers and soldiers were retreating steadily.

The behavior of the villain, who is afraid that others will not know that he is a villain, is most welcomed by Wu Zheng.

He came to the house of the marshal of the rebel army that night, but the other party was already fast asleep, so he had no choice but to stick a sword in the other party's bedside, and nailed a small note under it, which read: Shall I correct my evil?

After all this, he was glad he didn't have to stay up all night talking tonight, and ran away with a pat on the ass.

Little did they know that the rebel marshal saw the note the next day and was terrified.He didn't believe that someone could break through the army and come to his room. He frantically searched the people around him to find out the traitors, and even the rebels' offensive slowed down.

Wu Zheng woke up in the afternoon and was in a very good mood when he learned that the rebels did not continue to attack. He felt that the marshal of the rebels must be a good man.

He worked tirelessly every day to cross many rebels, came to the side of the rebel marshal, lit a candle and wrote a long letter to the other party, and then nailed the letter to the other party's bedside by the light of the candle, and took another look at the other party's restless sleeping face.

Then he would go home before dawn and go to bed before his mother got up.

The marshal woke up in the morning and saw the letter and tore it to pieces.He trembled all over, ordered his men not to be lazy, and tripled his guards, but it was of no use, and the next day there would still be letters left by the bedside.

His youthful vigor of building an army was swept away, and the standard routine he insisted on since childhood was also difficult to maintain. His temper became more and more irritable, and it was difficult to fall asleep in bed.

It did not help that the letter did not appear for two days afterwards.

The rebel marshal is used to waking up every morning to read the letter, at least the other party will not do anything after writing the letter.This time he couldn't see the letter, so he thought that the other party was about to make a move, and he was even more nervous.

Wu Zheng didn't come these few days, in fact he was scolded by his mother because of his chaotic schedule, his mother ordered him to work and rest regularly, and watched him sleep every day, Wu Zheng didn't dare to disobey.

But although he is the son of his mother, he is also a player of the system, the husband of the left hand, the savior of the world, and he cannot indulge in the affection between mother and child.Later, at the dinner table, he revealed the love affair between his eldest brother and the princess, and the focus of his mother immediately shifted, and Wu Zheng finally found a chance to save the world.

He was flying over eaves and walls on the road, traveling thousands of miles at night, and the system praised: "I didn't expect you to be quite adaptable."

Wu Zheng said: "After all, there are still people waiting for me to cross."

System: "Are you sure you are ferrying him and not forcing him?!"

Wu Zheng: "Anyway, there is no difference."

People enlightened by the Buddha, do their good intentions come from the heart?

Would Sun Wukong like to fight against Buddha?

Wu Zheng went to the marshal's room, lit a candle, and went to shine on the marshal's face.The other side is calm and breathing evenly.

He put the candle on the table, saw that there was paper, pen and ink on the table, so he picked up the pen and began to write a letter.

After he finished writing the letter, he did not nail it to the bed with a sword uncharacteristically, but sat beside the other party's bed and began to read aloud.

"Your Excellency Marshal, it is now a prosperous and prosperous age, the world is at peace, there are no powerful enemies outside, only you are the villain inside. Now you can't sleep day and night, tossing and turning, it is because you can't make sense of it, why don't you put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately, I It won't bother you, and you can sleep well."

After reading a messy message, he looked down at the marshal and said, "Your Excellency, since you can't sleep, please chat with me."

The Marshal couldn't pretend to be stared at by him, his eyelids trembled, pretending he had just woken up.

Although he was scared, he was also somewhat curious, wanting to know who this mysterious master was.

When he opened his eyes, he was immediately disappointed.In all fairness, the other person is not bad looking, and he can be considered a handsome man on the outside, but he does not have an unforgettable temperament, and the word "ordinary" is written all over his body.

The other party looked at him sincerely, and kept uttering honest words, urging the marshal to cherish peace and protect the world.

The marshal was in a state of fright, and Wu Zheng told him that he was sleepy.

He yawned cautiously, opened his mouth slightly, took a deep breath and let it out quickly, completing a small yawn.

Wu Zheng didn't blink his eyelids, as if he didn't see it.

The marshal became more courageous, yawned one after another, without arguing or being annoyed, and spoke the truth calmly.

Wu Zheng left at dawn, and the marshal quickly wrote a letter to the big man behind him, explaining the reason for the recent strange actions.

"This master is indeed a master of martial arts, but he is an idealist, dreaming of making everyone happy, so there is no need to worry about him." He wrote, "Today I will let the army operate as usual, you don't have to worry."

The big man wrote back to him shortly after, and he was indifferent to the marshal's long analysis and call for credit, and only wrote four words: "Sleep well."

The marshal did not dare to neglect the big shots, but he was busy with official duties, tens of thousands of mouths and tens of thousands of lives were tied to him alone. He didn't sleep much when there was no dispute in the past, and now No time to sleep.

He quickly realized how prophetic the big man was.Wuzheng came to hold a candle night to talk every night, and the marshal soon couldn't hold on anymore.

He nodded while listening to Wu Zheng's chanting, Wu Zheng frowned, and the cold sword was pressed against the marshal's face.The Marshal shivered from the cold and woke up suddenly.

Wu Zheng continued to chant sutras as if nothing had happened, but every time the marshal was sleepy, he would gently wake him up.

A week later, the marshal was always floating on the road, and he only had one thought every day, which was to sleep.

He had to assign part of his work to others so that he could catch up on sleep.

The day after he did this, Wu Zheng came an hour early.

Marshal was woken up countless times by Wu Zheng that day, his lips were trembling: "Can you let me sleep today?"

"Sure." Wu Zheng had a smile in his eyes.

The marshal still felt a little proud of his fatal fatigue, he suppressed the curvature of his lips, and whispered: "Then I'll sleep."

He fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes, and the dream rolled through his mind like a car wheel, and the joy filled his limbs, but then the joy was shattered by a piece of ice, his mind was shaken, and someone was shaking his head vigorously. Body.

"Wake up." The voice broke through the protection of the dream and reached the bottom of the heart.

He opened his eyes, covered in cold sweat, and his heart was beating extremely fast.

Only one-fifth of the stick of incense has passed.

Wuzheng looked at him as if nothing had happened, and continued: "Master Marshal, the rebels displaced many people..."

"Enough!" The marshal stood up abruptly, "I won't listen to you, you have to let me sleep!"

He walked towards the door, but in the blink of an eye Wuzheng stood at the door, and said nonchalantly: "On the way I came, I saw an old woman with her granddaughter. All they had was a tiger skin. It belonged to this family. My son fought before he joined the army, but was killed by your soldiers because of it..."

"I don't want to listen to your story anymore!" The marshal said frantically, "I want to sleep!"

Wu Zheng paused the story: "Surrender."

"You..." The marshal wanted to say it without even thinking about it, but he almost turned his tongue around and said that you were serious about keeping your word, and then he remembered the big man who had so much kindness to him before holding back.

Wu Zheng waited for a while, seeing that he had nothing to say, he continued to talk about his own principles.

That night, the marshal felt that he had died countless times.

Wu Zheng Chunliang's face already looked like a ghost in his eyes, and he always felt that there was a cold light in the other side's Wen Chun's eyes.

And he himself was like a distressed beast, bumping into the surrounding walls in the cage.

He couldn't even hold a pen in his hand during the day, so he could only dictate to others to write down.

"I underestimated him, I can't do anything, please help me. Otherwise, unless I betray the army, I can only die. As far as I know, he still has weaknesses, and he doesn't want to hurt others , I don’t like to let others know about him, if you help me, I am confident to kill him..."

The big man replied to the letter at noon, and when the marshal saw the letter, the pen in his hand dropped to the ground, throwing ink all over the floor.

When Wuzheng went to the marshal, he said confidently to the system: "He will surrender soon."

The system said: "Pay attention to your speech, people who say this often will not end well."

"Oh, then he will be transformed soon."

System: "...not bad."

He walked into the Marshal's room with ease, and without lighting a candle, he held his sword against the other's face, trying to wake him up.

He didn't know that the Marshal had already handed over power during the day, had a good night's sleep in the last hours, woke up to bathe and burn incense, lay on the bed with all clothes on, and turned off the lights to wait for him to arrive.

Just wait for him to come.

Before he could speak, the Marshal suddenly grabbed Wu Zheng's hand, grabbed the hilt of the sword in the opponent's hand, and stabbed the sword in the opponent's hand towards his throat.

When the marshal did this, he felt a sense of joy, with the determination to burn everything, he couldn't wait to see the face of the other party who was bewildered after hurting someone.

Wu Zheng shivered, and subconsciously twisted his hand and pulled it out of the opponent's hand at a tricky angle. Only then did he realize what the opponent was going to do, and he couldn't help but turn pale with shock.

But the marshal couldn't stop his movements. He grabbed Wuzheng's sword and pierced his own neck.

Wuzheng hastily lit a candle, and the scarlet light in the room was shocking.

His sword fell to the ground, and the marshal tremblingly raised his hand to press his neck to stop the flow of life.

Wuzheng stretched out his hand to hold the opponent's veins, but it was too late.

The marshal grabbed his hand, his eyes gradually became dizzy, and he murmured: "Unfortunately..."

"Life is precious, why don't you think about committing suicide?" Wu Zheng looked a little dazed, the temperature under his hands gradually turned cold, and his hands were disgustingly wet.He has experienced several worlds, but he has never been able to figure out why some people cannot live to become good people.

The marshal looked at him resentfully: "You...you're ridiculous, if you don't do something, isn't it considered murder?"

His last few words were barely audible. After saying these words, the Marshal tilted his head and died.

Wu Zheng held his hand in silence for a while, with pity in his eyes, he stretched out his hand to pick up his sword, then stabbed it into the marshal's throat, and nailed it to the bed board through the throat.

"Since you want to be killed by me, then I will let you get your wish."

You can't hurt the living, and it doesn't matter to the dead.

The marshal died so easily, it must not be the final boss.

Wu Zheng found a letter in the marshal's arms, and before he opened it, he heard something knocking outside the window lattice.He opened the window, and an eagle whizzed in, loosened its claws and a white flower fell on the marshal.It circled around the room, its wings brushed over the flame of the candle, and then landed on the pile of papers on the desk, and the room suddenly burst into flames.After it finished its bad deeds, it flew out of the window and spread its wings into the distance.

Wu Zheng didn't bother to catch it at first, but now he regrets it.

He stuffed the letter into his arms, jumped out of the window, jumped on the roof, followed its trail on the ground, all the way back to the capital, and entered a courtyard.

Not only is he good at martial arts, but he is also very strong in physical strength, he managed to catch up to the bird's wings with his two legs.

But he fell into this courtyard, but he couldn't help but encounter difficulties.

As soon as he wore it, he cared about the affairs of the rebels. He traveled countless times from the capital to the camp of the rebels, but he never visited the capital city.

What is here, he has no idea.

Standing in the hidden place of a tree branch, Wu Zheng saw a plain white hand protruding from the corner room on the second floor of the small building opposite, with a bronze ring on the thumb, making the fingers white and slender, really warm under the moonlight Ruyu doesn't look like a hand stirring up the situation at all.The eagle landed on that hand, lowered its head and rubbed it affectionately.

The owner of the hand let out a chuckle, and went back to the house with the eagle in his arms.

Wu Zheng stared at that hand, feeling that it was very familiar, the villains in the last world seemed to have such a hand too.

That hand once held the deadly button, played with him four-handedly, and touched his face...

The system said coolly: "What's the matter? Everyone has left."

Wuzheng argued: "No, I was thinking about something..."

He suddenly remembered the letter, lowered his head and opened it, and by the moonlight, he saw the horoscope written casually on it: "By his hand, I will give you a death."

It turned out that this was the last straw that made the Marshal commit suicide.

One sentence can make people willing to die, this final boss is not easy.

Although his order... I don't know whether to call it cruel or child's play.

He rolled his eyes and said to the system: "This time it's a tough one."

"Afraid?"

"No." Wu Zheng put away the letter, remembered the location here, and planned to visit the big villain's bed again in another day, "He can't just sit on the sidelines forever."

He jumped off the branch, went back to sleep, and thought seriously before going to bed: Should he give himself a holiday tomorrow or continue to save the world?

Well, it's hard to choose.

The author has something to say: After a long delay, this new article is finally open hahaha.

This time, instead of entangled with myself, I wrote a quick time travel, 10,000+ words for each world, and wrote some shorter and more concise stories.