Is the little monk enlightened today?

You Fan headed east all the way, walked all day towards the border of the Western Regions, and finally arrived, but the city gate was closed at night, and the last soldier who closed the city gate came yawning, and wanted to ask him to be lenient, but who knew that he was He scolded me badly.

"If there is a road during the day, you don't go to me, and if there is no way at night, you are crowded. Are you sick?"

You Fan muttered in a low voice: "The one who squeezes the door at night is called a lonely ghost!"

"!!!"

The soldier's expression turned pale immediately, and he locked the door with a 'crack' sound.

You Fan didn't understand why he scratched the short hair that had just grown out, thinking what I said was wrong?

Unable to enter the city, You Fan had no choice but to find a nearby cave to make a living. He took the fire and swept around the cave with a torch. He was not afraid of ghosts, but he was afraid that snakes and insects would crawl on him when he was sleeping at night. Woke up with a nauseous shock.

"Ah!"

Unexpectedly, he was almost startled when the lights were brightly lit. He didn’t see it clearly when the light was off. Now that he looked carefully, there was a person in the hole. He was dressed in black and wore a ghost mask, with a sharp sword stuck in his chest. , the blood continued to flow out like water, flowing around him, staining the stone ground red.

Holding the torch, You Fan jumped a little bit away, wanting to put it down and run, but the ghost-faced man suddenly stretched out his hand slowly, and the other hand was all on the arrow, as if asking for help.

"You...still moving?"

You Fan sent out the torch, and silently recited the Dharma with both hands. With the idea of ​​saving all sentient beings, he immediately healed the ghost-masked man with kung fu.The position of the arrow was a bit dangerous, it was biased toward the heart, and a little carelessness might kill him.

"Are you afraid of pain? You have to bear it. If you feel pain, bite my clothes."

You Fan raised his hand to cut off the arrow, and then untied his clothes. He had a bowl-sized wound on his chest and palm prints on his stomach. It seemed that he had suffered serious injuries.

The ghost-masked man put his right hand to his mouth and bit it, and said nothing with his face turned away.

You Fan admired his courage a little bit.

Looking at the half of the arrow again, it was obvious that it had penetrated too deep. When You Fan held it, he was sweating anxiously, but he didn't dare to use too much force, so he had to draw it out gently. The strength increased a little, and the leather cuff was bitten through, and blood was bleeding desperately from his hand.

"Shut up, you'll be fine right away, don't wait for me to pull out your arrow, and then you'll be bitten to death by yourself!"

This is not like what he would say when saving someone. If the ghost-faced man still had the strength, he would definitely raise his leg and kick him.

It hurts the most when the arrow comes out of the flesh. You Fan tried to hold down the ghost-masked man's body, and at the last moment he pulled the arrow out as fast as possible, bringing out a lot of blood. The ghost-masked man twitched and passed out completely. .

You Fan took out his gray robe, then tore it into strips to bandage his wound, held up a torch and groped the dark night road, and managed to find a few herbs to stop his bleeding. The spring water was a little far away from the cave. The man tossed and washed the bloody clothes for several hours, and when his butt got stones, the pheasant began to crow.

"..."

You Fan hesitated for a moment, seeing that the ghost-masked man was sleeping soundly in his own robe, he resolutely squinted for another morning.

At noon, his stomach was growling, and You Fan walked for an hour to pick wild fruits. Fortunately, he has been a vegetarian all year round, so he knows which kind of fruit is the most satisfying.

Halfway through eating, the ghost-masked man woke up tossing and turning.

"Don't move around."

You Fan bit half of a fruit and turned over for him. The ground was hard, and he might injure another wound if he was not careful. He carefully poured the water he had brought into his mouth.Because the medicines picked are relatively simple and the curative effect is average, so he has some signs of fever now.

It was warm outside and the flowers were blooming, You Fan didn't know where to get ice cubes for him to cool down, so he had to wet the cloth by the small pond, and then use his internal strength to freeze it, and went back and forth like this for another three or four hours. Finally, the temperature has dropped, and the pulse is relatively stable. After a period of rest, it is estimated that everything will be fine.

"Amitabha."

You Fan wanted to set him up and go into the city alone, and he could still step on the twilight.But when he turned his head and looked at the sentient beings he had saved, he finally stayed.

At least wait for these sentient beings to open their eyes before it's over!

Master, Mi Fan, I am really a good boy.

Until the next two nights, when You Fan was sleeping drowsily, he suddenly felt movement in the cave, and at the same time the bonfire seemed to be extinguished, he quickly opened his eyes, held the soft sword hidden on his body with his right hand, and I heard someone ask, "Give me your first and last name."

The voice was weak, like just waking up.

You Fan knew that it was the one who woke up, so he asked back: "I told you that you may not know me."

My own name was put together by the master in a hurry, not to mention others, even any brothers in the temple would not know it.

"Nonsense! I know my own way."

"My name is You Fan."

"Fan?"

"You Fan."

"Is there food?"

"You Fan!"

"...What the hell is your mother's name?"

Maybe You Fan has a western accent, it doesn't sound like a serious name.

He wanted to light the bonfire again, but the ghost-masked man immediately shouted with all his strength: "Do you dare to try?"

"Have you taken off your mask? Don't tell me you're as ugly as Little Miscellaneous?"

"..."

A big stone was thrown from the dark and almost hit You Fan's nose, he always shouted unwillingly: "Don't let others say you're ugly?"

"If you talk nonsense again, I will eat you!"

"!!!"

You Fan almost jumped up: "Eating people will be punished by God!"

The ghost-faced man seemed to be tired and didn't want to argue with him, so he lay down quietly and continued to rest. You Fan tried to light a bonfire twice, but every time he was hit by a stone in the face. Although he was not injured, he knew this Human kung fu is also very high, not a Bodhisattva who can be provoked, only he swallowed his anger.

In the second half of the night, You Fan figured it out and jumped up, thinking that I am your life-saving monk, and you are the sentient beings of my Purdue, shouldn't the world be the biggest and I am the biggest! ?

Turning to listen, he heard bursts of sleep talking in his dream, he couldn't hear clearly, like a wounded beast, singing alone in the dark night, it made people feel distressed.

Well, let these sentient beings sleep peacefully for a while!

Unexpectedly, when You Fan woke up, his sentient beings had disappeared, leaving a few balls of black cloth strips on the ground, and the bonfire was slightly burning, but because there was not enough dry wood for it to burn, it gradually went out.

The cave was empty, You Fan went around a circle, unwilling to be reconciled, and searched a few more times. When he didn't see anyone at noon, he decided to pack up and leave.

He was thinking halfway, why are these sentient beings so ungrateful?

When we arrived at the gate of the city, we met the guard from before, who was still swearing at people with arrogance.

"You bastards, what a wonderful place my Great Central Plains is, I'm afraid your feet will really get dirty with such a good land @#￥%&"

He talked a lot, and his eloquence was comparable to that of a cursing shrew, without stopping at all.All the people passing by in this area are poor people from the Western Regions. The rich and noble families usually take another official route. The generals are busy fighting wars and rarely take care of this place, which makes even a small guard be so rampant.

You Fan looked at a few earthworm nests beside him, took them out easily, put them in the uneaten fruit, and handed it up with a smile on his face.

"Brother Bing, have you been thirsty after talking for a long time? Let's quench your thirst with some fruits."

"Hmph, even if you are a son of a bitch, you can still be a human being."

The fruit that You Fan picks is not big, one mouthful is boring, who would have thought that he would tamper with this wild fruit?

Seeing him finish eating two or three, You Fan ran away quickly with the corner of his mouth in his hands. After passing the city gate, there is a long mountain road. The end of this mountain road leads directly to Bashu in the Central Plains. .

"A little monk came to grow his hair. He took a sword, put on a leather jacket and boots, and traveled all the way to the center of Sichuan. Ling Ge Lang, Di Er Da Da, he broke into the Central Plains..."

You Fan tilted his long legs, sang nonsense songs in a low voice, and walked towards the place where he was about to witness the legend.

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