The Little Monk Goes Down the Mountain [Transmigration Book]

Zhan Ming felt scorching hot all over his body, as if something had pierced his meridians, his whole body seemed to be on fire, the fire made him want to jump up and leave here immediately, but Zhan Ming's reason told him, Absolutely must not leave.

He is very clear about what he is facing now, the domineering spiritual power that the Buddha has invaded into the body of Venerable Haizhen, or perhaps it should be said that it has been strengthened by the Buddha, the spiritual power in his own body.

Although this came from his body, it was far more powerful than his spiritual power. Zhan Ming felt that he was about to lose control of these spiritual powers, but he also knew clearly that he must hold on, because once these things If he loses control, not only will Venerable Haizhen die, but he himself will not be able to survive.

Zhan Ming held on firmly, gritted his teeth, and took back the domineering spiritual power in Venerable Haizhen's body one by one, and then absorbed the spiritual power with the ability of the same source as these spiritual powers.

This tug-of-war battle lasted from day to night, and from night to day.

Finally, when Fu Zizheng got a little impatient with waiting, Zhan Ming finally turned pale, sweating profusely, withdrew his spiritual power from Venerable Haizhen's body.

He could hardly stand up, sat cross-legged on the spot, panting heavily.

Venerable Haizhi was the first to jump into the golden lotus, and helped Venerable Haizhen who had slumped to his feet. He looked into the lotus pond and said in a deep voice, "Master, how are you?"

"It's been cleared up. Also, the seal is a little unstable now, and your plan must be carried out in advance."

Patriarch Ruyi's voice also sounded a little weak, but this was also very reasonable, after all, it was the scar left by the Buddha.

Venerable Hai Zhi frowned slightly, a little confused: "Master, has it really reached this point?"

To be honest, he would not want to implement that terrible plan unless it could be implemented, and it would be a matter of two lives.

"If it hadn't been a matter of life and death, I wouldn't have said this to you. The last time the Buddha descended, it wasn't accidental, but Zhan Ming broke through the seal. Although I don't know how he broke through, it is a fact , I just re-sealed it again, but this can only last for half a year, you must complete the plan within this half year, if not, after half a year, the Buddha may decline at any time, and the risk will be even greater by then."

Ancestor Ru Yi said so many words at once, and in the end, his tone became a little unstable.

Venerable Haizhi was startled, and hurriedly said: "Master, are you alright?"

"I'm fine." The ancestor Xu Jiuruyi finally said: "What happened to Chaohui Temple? It seems that many people have come?"

Hai Zhi nodded: "Because of the matter of the Wu Clan last time, I have called several sects and families from Zhonglu, Nanyuan, Xingluo, Beijing and Xihuang to Donghai to discuss this matter. They arrived yesterday. of."

"That's fine." After a long time, a voice came from the depths of the lotus pond: "After all, I know very little, and brainstorming is also a way."

Venerable Haizhi still seemed a little hesitant, and couldn't help but said: "Master, if it is confirmed to be true, what should we do?"

"If it's true, then we old people will naturally come out to clean up the mess, but I'm worried about how many Mahayana monks we can gather this time."

Haizhi was speechless for a while. To be honest, the number of Mahayana monks in Lihuozhou is indeed a bit vague, because these seniors are basically gods and dragons. The only thing that is certain is that there will never be more than twelve, but even Even if these twelve are all here now, it will not be possible to make up the thirteen days.

"I see." Venerable Haizhi looked solemn.

Zhan Ming and Venerable Haizhen were quickly brought out from Sumeru by Venerable Haizhi, and Zhan Ming was placed in his own cave, where Fu Zizheng was a little irritable waiting for him, while Venerable Haizhen was brought out by Haizhi. Taken away, he is still too weak and needs to recuperate.

After Zhan Ming came back, he fell into a coma for a day and a night, and when he woke up again, what appeared in front of him was Fu Zizheng's tired and bewildered face.

"Are you awake?" Seeing him awake, Fu Zizheng's face immediately lit up: "You have been asleep for a whole day, I thought something happened to you."

Zhan Ming got up from the bed, his dantian was still aching with exhaustion, he rubbed the back of his neck, and said in a low voice, "Where is my master?"

Fu Zizheng was a little dissatisfied with him being the first to ask Venerable Haizhen, but he didn't dare to show his temper, so he could only say: "Verun Haizhen was taken away by Haizhi, and he said that he wanted to put one of your nourishing vitality place to rest."

Hearing this, Zhan Ming breathed a sigh of relief, and seeing Fu Zizheng's pale face, he couldn't help but feel a little bit sorry, and said in a low voice, "It's been hard for you these few days, you should also take a rest."

Seeing his gentle tone, Fu Zizheng wrapped himself around him, leaned on him, and said in a low voice, "Zhan Ming, do you know that you've scared me to death these few days, I thought..." said Here he pursed his lips and stopped talking.

Zhan Ming looked down at Fu Zizheng's bright eyes, feeling his heart beating fast and his tongue a little dry.

He turned his eyes hastily, licked his dry lips, and said in a low voice, "I made you worry." He spoke very hastily, and his tone was a little unstable.

Fu Zizheng seemed to like his flustered appearance very much, and leaned closer until his lips were just a hair away.

"What's wrong with you? Why is your face so red? Do you have a fever?" He asked tirelessly.

Zhan Ming was a little embarrassed by his question, and couldn't help but push him: "Speak well, what are you doing so close?"

Seeing him like this, Fu Zizheng couldn't help laughing: "Get closer so you can hear clearly. What are you doing so angry?"

Zhan Ming had never seen such a rascal before, and couldn't help being a little annoyed, but he couldn't say anything cruel, so he could only stare at him, trying to teach him to restrain himself.

Who knew that his stare would make Fu Zizheng more and more tempted, he just felt his mind was blank, only Zhan Ming's fierce but gentle appearance remained.

He leaned down suddenly, and by the time Zhan Ming came to his senses, their lips were already tightly pressed together. Zhan Ming was shocked and wanted to push him away, but he couldn't at all. Fu Zizheng seemed like She entangled him like a snake, sucking his lips hungrily, but holding Zhan Ming's hand tightly under her hand, not letting him resist herself.

Zhan Ming was surprised by such a bold action at first, but in the end he was a little annoyed. He was so much younger than himself, yet he dared to be so bold, and even held his hand tightly, attacking the city with his lips and tongue.

Lust and anger in his heart rushed straight into Zhanming's head. He seemed to have lost his mind, and he didn't care about it any more. Instead, he pushed Fu Zizheng to the ground and ruthlessly invaded his lips and tongue. .

This was something Fu Zizheng never expected. The little monk Zhanming, who looked gentle and courteous at first, would have such a strong side in his bones. Dead close to his body.

After the frantic plundering at the beginning, at the end, his rationality gradually returned, and Zhan Ming finally realized what he had done.

He violently pushed away Fu Zizheng, who was in a daze and continued to ask for a kiss, and lay on the ground in a daze, panting heavily, looking at the roof.

What happened to him?Why would he do such a terrible thing, and the crux of the problem is that after he finished these things, he didn't feel uncomfortable, but was more satisfied.

Zhan Ming only felt that his mind was in a mess, as if he was about to explode, he got up from the ground suddenly, and ran out regardless.

But Fu Zizheng was lying on his back on the ground, with no intention of chasing after him, with a contented smile on the corner of his lips.

If what happened today was a surprise, it was not the result of his long-planned plan. He had always wanted to get closer, but today, he finally confirmed that the relationship between them is definitely not just that of friends. To the extent that he can belong to himself, he must also belong to himself.

Fu Zizheng stood up from the ground, patted his robe lightly, looked at the direction Zhanming left, and smiled softly, he will come back, when he comes back again, they will never meet again separate.

**

When Zhan Ming left his room, he was in a complicated mood for a while. He didn't know how to deal with the situation just now, nor where his future should go.

Does he like Fu Zizheng?

When this question appeared in Zhan Ming's mind, he suddenly found that he did not refute this point of view immediately, but was thinking seriously.

He was frightened by his own psychology.

Zhan Ming didn't want to think about these things anymore, he sacrificed the flying magic weapon and wandered around Chaohui Temple indiscriminately, hoping that by doing this, he could forget about these things.

But it's a pity that the more he wanted to forget, the deeper this matter became in his mind.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhan Ming found himself in a very desolate side peak, this place was so remote that Zhan Ming himself had never been there before.

He was walking indiscriminately, and suddenly a very familiar face came towards him, and Zhan Ming was stopped by that person before he could dodge in time.

"Master Zhanming!" The person who came was Feng Zhu with a happy face: "Why are you here?"

Zhan Ming frowned and glanced at Feng Zhu, actually he also wanted to ask Feng Zhu this question.

"I'm looking around, why are you here?" Zhan Ming couldn't help but ask.

"I'm lost." Feng Zhu looked very righteous: "The mountains in your Chaohui Temple all look exactly the same. Once I go out of the main hall gate, I can't even tell the difference between the south, the north, and the north."

Zhan Ming is a little dubious, he has had such an experience before, but in short he feels it is a bit of a coincidence.

"Come with me, where is the welcoming guest?"

Zhan Ming still didn't ask carefully, if Feng Zhu had made up his mind to lie to himself, then no matter how he asked, he wouldn't be able to smell it.

Feng Zhu nodded with a smile, and followed Zhan Ming towards the guest residence. Just halfway there, Feng Zhu suddenly asked: "Master Zhan Ming, did you have any problems with that fellow Taoist Fu?"

Feng Zhu's problem was too unexpected, and Zhan Ming's flying magic weapon, which was originally running smoothly, almost fell from midair.

"You, why do you think so?" Zhan Ming asked with an ugly face after he stabilized the flying magic weapon in a panic.

Fengzhu stood in the air with his arms folded, tilted his head, and thoughtfully said: "Isn't it? I saw that you and fellow Taoist Fu are so close, I thought you two were Taoist couples."

Zhan Ming was almost choked to death by this answer, and couldn't help saying harshly: "I'm a monk, how can I have a Taoist companion!"

"Oh, that's it, it's true." Feng Zhu suddenly realized and touched his head, smiling foolishly.

Zhan Ming only felt that there was old blood in his mouth, and he couldn't get up or down.

After Zhan Ming sent Fengzhu back to Yingkeju, he decided to go to Venerable Haizhi. He also wanted to know how they discussed about the Demon Venerable, and maybe find something to do, which would make him Don't think about it any more.

When he arrived at the main hall, Venerable Haizhi was about to go out. Seeing Zhanming coming, he was a little surprised: "Are you ready to get up?"

Zhan Ming nodded, feeling a little puzzled in his heart. He really recovered a little too quickly.

"That's good. Your master is recovering well. I'm afraid you will be able to get up in half a month. Our plan seems to be carried out smoothly."

Zhan Ming nodded in disbelief, and said, "How about the Nanyuan incident?"

Venerable Haizhi raised his eyebrows slightly, and then said: "The Mahayana patriarch of the Golden Arrow Zhonglu has already seen it, and it is indeed from the past."

Zhan Ming was slightly surprised. Zhonglu's ancestor is the oldest Mahayana monk in Lihuozhou. Now that he has confirmed it, there is a high probability that this matter is true.

"Then what are the heads going to do?" Zhan Ming couldn't help asking.

Venerable Haizhi sighed: "What else can I do? After the ancestors heard about this, all those who had been retreating have left the retreat. After three days, the ancestors and high-ranking monks of all sects will go to Nanyuan. If the Demon Lord is born, the whole Lihuozhou will be in bad luck."

Zhan Ming took a breath when he heard this: "All the ancestors are going to be dispatched? This battle is too big."

"If we don't do this, we really have no chance at all. Let the devil be born. With our current level, no one can stop it."

Venerable Haizhi looked worried. The current situation is definitely not what anyone wants to see.

In the end, Zhan Ming could only sigh, and said in a low voice, "Then I will go with you too."

Hearing what he said, Venerable Haizhi couldn't help but said seriously: "You don't want to go, you have to prepare for that plan, you have heard what the ancestor said before, you broke the seal last time, this time Go again, if you accidentally break through again, then your master will be in danger, you should practice hard in the sect and wait for our news."

Zhan Ming was a little dissatisfied when he heard this arrangement, but in the end he could only nod his head in agreement. After all, the life of Venerable Haizhen was involved in it.

Zhan Ming didn't go back to his cave that night, but went to the place where Venerable Haizhen recuperated for a night. Although Venerable Haizhi was a little strange, he didn't ask any more questions and just let him go.

Three days later, the elites of several sects gathered and went to Nanyuan together. Although Zhan Ming didn't need to go, he secretly went to watch the grand event. Ji Xuan was there, Feng Zhu was there, and even the original heroine Su Yuezhen was there , and more importantly, Fu Zizheng was also there, standing at the front of the line with a calm expression on his face.

Zhan Ming couldn't help throbbing in his heart, he didn't dare to look at him a second time, and turned his eyes away hastily.

There was nothing extra to say at the monks' gathering. After Venerable Haizhi gave a general explanation, they set off, and they took the Baiyulou boat provided by Bai Yujing.

This is Baiyujing's top flying magic weapon. A Baiyulou boat can accommodate tens of thousands of people, and its speed is also very fast. It is a magic weapon handed down from ancient times. It can go directly from the East China Sea to the abyss of the vast sea. This thing can also be regarded as white jade. One of the treasures of the Jingzhen School.

Zhan Ming looked at this big deal and thought, Bai Yujing paid for it this time.

The large army headed towards Nanyuan mightily, Zhan Ming stood at the back and watched them go, but there was a trace of uneasiness in his heart.

Zhan Ming frowned slightly, but in the end he still didn't say anything.

Zhan Ming turned around and headed towards his own cave. Now that Fu Zizheng is gone, he can finally go back.

As he walked, he thought, it was such a grand occasion today, but only high-ranking monks and elites of various factions took the Baiyulou boat. Those Mahayana monks have the ability to tear apart space, and now they are probably already in the abyss of the vast sea.

Zhan Ming returned to his hut, the situation inside was still the same as he left, a window was half open, the futons on the floor were crookedly arranged, the quilts on the bed were spread messily, as if he just got out of bed in a moment. Get up in general.

Zhan Ming walked to the table, but found a letter on the table, Zhan Ming paused, the handwriting on the envelope was Fu Zizheng's.

He hesitated a little, but finally picked up the letter.

He was struggling in his heart, but in the end, he still opened the letter.

The letter is short and simple, only two words.

----wait for me.

Zhan Ming only felt that the psychological defense line he had just built collapsed instantly in front of these two words, as if something had grabbed his heart, and he was having difficulty breathing.

Zhan Ming fell back on the chair behind him with a plop, looking out the window with a wandering expression, his mind full of thoughts.

At this moment, a young novice's voice came from outside the house: "Uncle Master, someone found something in Nanshan, please have a look at it, Uncle Master."

Zhan Ming snapped back from his emotions, put the letter back into his sleeve, took a deep breath, and walked out of the room.

"What's going on?" When facing others, he turned into that rational and gentle Zhan Ming again.

"This is something someone found in Nanshan. I think it's a little suspicious. Please ask my uncle to take a look." Zhan Ming frowned. Nanshan is the desolate side peak he visited a few days ago.

He took the thing from the little novice novice, it was a black shuttle with a purple light on the blade.

This thing is poisonous, and Zhan Ming's heart is full of alarm bells.

If it is a legitimate sect, there will be no such thing, and the only one who will use this kind of thing as a daily tool is the people from Nanyuan who live next to poisonous insects and beasts!

Zhan Ming recalled the wind candle he met that day, but now he thinks about it even more weirdly. He suddenly appeared in that desolate place, but in the end he was distracted by the matter of Fu Zizheng. Now look at this poisoned shuttle , the bad feeling in Zhan Ming's heart became stronger and stronger.

"Is Jiping here?" Although Jiping is usually silent, he is a genius of both medicine and poisoning, and today he also found that there is no Jiping in the team of Chaohui Temple.

And this is also the strangest point, Jiping is a medical practitioner, logically speaking, he should be the best candidate to go to Nanyuan, but Master Haizhi did not choose him.

"Uncle Jiping is practicing at the North Peak." The little novice said hastily.

"You lead the way." I still have to ask Jiping about the shuttle.

Seeing that Zhan Ming's face was not right, the little novice felt a little nervous, so he didn't talk nonsense, and took Zhan Ming directly to the North Peak.

Beifeng is located in the northernmost part of Chaohui Temple, and it is the location of Chaohui Temple's training ground. On weekdays, many disciples practice here in the morning, but this is only limited to low-level disciples. High-level disciples have their own training grounds, but Jiping is different. From the beginning, I have come to Beifeng every day, and I don’t miss a day.

When Zhan Ming came to the North Peak, the morning practice disciples all walked back in twos and threes. Zhan Ming accepted the greetings along the way, and then came to the place where Ji Ping usually practiced.

Jipei didn't leave, maybe it was because it was troublesome to be greeted with luggage, Jipei was always the first to arrive and the last to leave.

Sensing someone coming, Ji Ping opened his eyes, but when he saw Zhan Ming, he was a little surprised.

"Uncle Zhanming." He stood up, "But what happened?"

Zhan Ming took out the shuttle from his sleeve and handed it to him: "What is this?"

Ji Ping didn't pick it up, he didn't want Zhan Ming to have the protective Buddha's light, this thing was obviously poisonous, he didn't want to take any risks.

Ji Ping looked the shuttle up and down before taking it.

"I'm afraid this thing is from southern Xinjiang." He pointed to the end of the shuttle, confirming Zhan Ming's guess.

Zhan Ming leaned over to look, but saw that there was a barb at the end.

Zhan Ming couldn't help taking a deep breath, it was so ruthless that he not only quenched the poison, but also pretended to be barbs.

"Only people in southern Xinjiang would put so much thought into this kind of thing, Master, where did you get this thing from?" Ji Ping looked at Zhan Ming curiously.

Zhan Ming pursed his lips: "Someone picked it up from Nanshan."

"Nanshan?" Jiping was a little surprised: "What are those people from Nanjiang going to Nanshan for?"

"That's exactly what I want to ask. Don't tell me about Jiping. I will investigate it carefully." Zhan Ming took the shuttle, turned around and left without further words.

Ji Ping thoughtfully looked at the direction Zhan Ming left, and finally sat down and continued to practice.

Zhan Ming hurried to the hall of things, because of this incident, now there are only two or three low-level disciples guarding the hall of things. Seeing Zhan Ming coming in, they all stood up and saluted.

Zhan Ming waved his hands impatiently, and said directly, "Bring me the video of Nanshan."

The so-called video recordings are the jade records engraved with video runes set up in various places in Chaohui Temple. This thing was invented by an elder of Chaohui Temple. It functions like a monitor. When Zhan Ming saw it for the first time Also feel very miraculous.

Now the most senior person in Zhaohui Temple is Zhan Ming. That disciple didn't dare to delay, so he took out the video recordings of Nanshan in the past few days and handed them to him.

This video record is only the size of Lingyu, but it can record all the images in the past seven days.

Zhan Ming didn't say any more, turned around and entered the dark room. This thing is most clear only in the dark room.