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"Since it's here, it's safe." Ji Rongzhi touched the Buddhist beads on his wrist, turned his head to look at the barren field, his stomach growled a few times, "I'm hungry, can I eat?"

"Yes," Feng Yang untied his backpack, took out a piece of compressed biscuit and half a bottle of water, "have something to pad your stomach."

"What is this?" Ji Rongzhi picked up the unopened biscuit, looked left and right, but couldn't figure it out.

"I'll do it." Feng Yang took the biscuit and demonstrated to open it, "Tear open the bag like this, and the contents inside can be eaten."

"Well, sweet," Ji Rongzhi took a bite, licked the crumbs from his mouth, and smiled.

An astonishing light flashed in Feng Yang's eyes, and only after seeing his smile did he understand why he, who came back from the end of the world, was defenseless against him.He is so lively, with tears, joy and sorrow, unlike himself, only full of hatred.Betrayed by his lover, stabbed in the back by his brother, abandoned by his so-called relatives, plotted to death by his well-matched wife. . .All kinds of hatred are intertwined, making him wish to destroy this dirty world.

"Pfft..." The cold water poured down, waking him up from the hatred in his heart, Feng Yang touched the water on his head, looking at the crushed plastic bottle speechless, this was his only bottle of water.

"Hmph, this thing is too fragile." Ji Rongzhi's expression wavered, not daring to look at him, as if he was stubborn and refused to admit his mistake.

Feng Yang wiped his face and lowered his head. He still hadn't recovered from the despair before his death. God told him to do it all over again, and he would never let anyone who hurt him or humiliated him go unnoticed.

Ji Rongzhi's body was tense, his hands resting on the sword to be on guard, with a murderous look.The killing intent churning in his body was awakened, he recited the Heart Sutra silently, and managed to calm down.Glancing at Feng Yang who seemed to be shrouded in black air, he habitually touched the Buddhist beads on his wrist, complex thoughts flashed in his eyes.

The old bald donkey said: "Follow the fate, don't know the truth, all living beings are equal, and all become Buddhas."

Ji Rongzhi suppressed the rushing killing intent in his heart, stepped forward, took his hand, raised his sleeve and gently wiped the water on his forehead.

Feng Yang looked at him in surprise, not understanding why he was doing this.

"Affliction is Bodhi. Mahayana practitioners do not blame evil people or fear afflictions. As long as they have the concept of 'waiting and resenting relatives', the old evil is our favor, and the wicked are our good friends. When the dark clouds clear, it is the golden sun. !" Ji Rongzhi tried to use relatively simple words, and seeing Feng Yang's face was full of surprise, he turned his head away and blushed slightly, "It's the old bald donkey who said it."

"Hehe" Is this using Buddhism to save people?Seeing that Ji Rongzhi was angry because of his own laughter, Feng Yang wanted to draw his sword, but when he touched the Buddhist beads on his wrist, he withdrew his hand, his heart warmed up, and he patted his hand: "I know, people won't attack me, I won't attack anyone. "

"Alright," Ji Rongzhi nodded, got up and sat back, and took a bite of the biscuit, "Is there still water?"

"It's gone." Feng Yang shook his head.

"Is there a river near here?" Ji Rongzhi swallowed a mouthful of biscuits with difficulty. Although the biscuits were delicious, they were a bit dry.

"The river water in this world is undrinkable." Feng Yang knew what he wanted when he heard it, shook his head and sighed, and explained simply, "Humans have polluted the river, and the river water has become dirty, and it has long been undrinkable."

"Why?" Ji Rongzhi was puzzled, although he only understood half of it, he also understood what Feng Yang meant.

"Because of greed and short-sightedness, he killed the chicken and took the eggs." Feng Yang said coldly.

Why do you always arouse my killing intent with your hostility?Ji Rongzhi lowered his head and touched the Buddha beads. The old bald donkey died for me. I want to repay him, but he sent me to this world. When I meet someone who needs to be converted, I will try my best to influence him.

Feng Yang looked at Ji Rongzhi who was staring at him in puzzlement, thinking he was choking, "I'll take you to get some water later."

"Oh," Ji Rongzhi nodded in his mind, and then gnawed on the biscuits.

Feng Yang stood up, picked up branches and dry grass from around, covered the mutant vines, and covered his glowing red fruit.

"Are you guarding against thieves?" Ji Rongzhi asked curiously.

"Well, we have to come back at night." After Feng Yang finished, he dug a hole next to it, emptied out the contents of the backpack, and buried it in the hole.

"Why do you want to bury it?" Ji Rongzhi couldn't help asking, "Learn how to hide food from the birds in the mountains?"

"Heh" Feng Yang sneered, "Now this world has become like this, people kill each other for a bite to eat."

"Why kill? You can grow your own grain and hunt prey." Ji Rongzhi became even more puzzled.

Because human beings have not yet had the courage to step out of the house, let alone the courage to fight against the sky.Feng Yang looked into his clear eyes, and said lightly: "What you said is the future, not the present."

"Oh..." Ji Rongzhi stopped asking when he got the answer.

The mountain road was extensively damaged, with dead bodies, branches and gravel strewn all over the road.

Feng Yang was walking panting, his current body was far inferior to that of his previous life, and his ability was only level zero, so it couldn't enhance his physique at all.

"Are you okay?" Ji Rongzhi looked back at him and shook his head, "You are so weak, let me teach you some boxing kung fu some other day."

"Kung Fu?" Feng Yang's face was paralyzed, panting heavily.

"Well, look good." Ji Rongzhi drew out the sword from his waist and made a gesture.

With the sword out of its sheath, the cold light shone, coupled with light steps, ethereal and ethereal.

Under the sunlight, the blade of the sword shone with dazzling light. As soon as the move was made, the place where the sword light swept was accompanied by a faint sword energy, and the clothes fluttered, and it was automatic without wind.

Feng Yang stared blankly, the setting sun, sword dance, beauties, these plots are only found in movies.

Let's dance.

"How?" Ji Rongzhi retracted his sword with a calm breath.I haven't moved a sword for almost three years, relying entirely on my body's instinctive memory.

"Very good." Feng Yang nodded honestly.

"Hmph, you have passed the best years of martial arts, now you learn it, I'm afraid you can only strengthen your body." Ji Rongzhi raised his head, looking aloof. "Are you willing to worship me as a teacher?"

"Pfft, I'm 23 this year, how about you?" Feng Yang looked at his burning eyes and couldn't help joking.

"Hmph, there is a priority in learning, and there is a specialization in art, how can you judge it by age?" It's three years older than him, damn it!

"Okay, okay, little master." Feng Yang nodded perfunctorily.

"You..." "Shh, someone is coming."

Feng Yang pulled him to the side of the road, and an off-road vehicle approached in the distance.

"What is that?" Ji Rongzhi saw a strange iron box running towards them, making a "buzzing" sound.

"That's a car, uh, just like a carriage." Feng Yang gradually found a way to communicate with him, by analogy.

"This carriage is really ugly." Ji Rongzhi took a serious look at the dark carriage, then curled his lips, "It's still so narrow."

"..." Feng Yang.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh" the whistle sounded, and the off-road vehicle stopped beside them.

"Beauty, it's the end of the world, are you still in the mood for cosplay?" A hooligan got out of the car and blocked in front of them, "Do you want to play with the brothers?"

"Hush, come on, beauty." The people in the car booed.

Looking for death, Ji Rongzhi held the hilt of the sword, and when he raised his hand, he saw the string of Buddhist beads.Tch, damned old bald donkey.

"I advise you to get out, otherwise, you will be at your own risk." Seeing his hesitation in drawing his sword, Feng Yang stepped forward to stop the ruffian.

"Yo yo, brother is so scared, brother is most afraid of the little boy." The local ruffian reached out to pick up a stone, squeezed it lightly, and the stone turned into fine powder, then arrogantly held it in front of Feng Yang, and blew, "Brother I was so scared that my hands were shaking.”

"Brother Long, this little boy is not bad looking, give it to the brothers to have a good time." The people in the car laughed.

"Okay, I'm playing with women, and men are... ouch" with a scream, the hands playing with rocks were neatly chopped off.

"Damn, I'm getting impatient. Do you dare to move again?" Seeing that something was wrong, the people in the car all got out of the car, and one of them had a gun in his hand.

Ji Rongzhi looked at the weird thing in front of him suspiciously, what is this, a hidden weapon?Never mind him, sweeping with a sword.

There was a "touch" gunshot.

"No, get out of the way!" The moment Feng Yang heard the gunshot, his heart stopped suddenly, and the echo of "buzzing" sounded in his ears. At this moment, his mind was blank, if Ji Rongzhi died. . .

"Damn it, monster, monster..." The shooter looked at the gun that was neatly cut in half in his hand, climbed into the car in a panic, reversed the car and ran, followed by those who didn't have time to get into the car Desperately chase.The speed of using the sword is too fast, it must be a speed ability, and it is more than one level.

"Are you okay?" Feng Yang leaned forward to support his shoulders, he was wearing a red dress, and he couldn't see the bleeding.

"Hiss..." Ji Rongzhi took a breath, and slapped his hands away, "What is that?"

"A gun is a weapon. If you see something with a hole pointing at you in the future, you must avoid it." Feng Yang rolled up his sleeve, "Let me see the wound."

"It's okay, it's just a little scratch." Ji Rongzhi opened his sleeve, blood dripped down his arm.

Ji Rongzhi's skin was fair, his texture was smooth and delicate, and the bright red blood flowed very quickly, which was particularly dazzling.

Feng Yang's eyes were dark, and he didn't understand where the restlessness in his heart came from.

"Huh? Why is this Buddhist bead sucking my blood?" Ji Rongzhi whispered.

Feng Yang withdrew his mind, and after a look, sure enough, all the blood that flowed down was sucked up by the Buddhist beads on his wrist.

Ji Rongzhi was about to talk, but Feng Yang held him down, "Don't, wait."

Why is this situation so similar to the plot in the novel where the protagonist gets storage space?If so. . .Feng Yang's eyes flashed.

The beads sucked blood, and gradually emitted a purple light. The longer the time of sucking, the brighter the light, which made people's eyes hurt.

Ji Rongzhi turned his head away, waited until the light disappeared, looked down, there were no beads on his wrist, only a circle of patterns remained, and exclaimed, "The beads are gone."

"Don't panic, check your body carefully, is there anything unusual?" Feng Yang's heart fell to the ground, it seemed that it might really be space.

Ji Rongzhi shook his injured arm, the bleeding had stopped.He was meditating cross-legged, there was something warm rushing in his dantian, could it be. . . "It actually entered my dantian."

After finishing speaking, his eyes suddenly blurred, and he saw an open space. Ji Rongzhi opened his eyes in shock, "There is an open space in front of me."

Sure enough, Feng Yang sighed, and handed him the sword in his hand, "try saying 'receive' silently in your heart."

Ji Rongzhi took the sword in doubt, and silently said "Receive", the sword disappeared from his hand and appeared in the open space, "This is..."

Ji Rongzhi turned to look at Feng Yang, and asked in a daze, "Is this the magic technique of an immortal?"