no trouble

The sky was bright and the stars were sparse, a blue streamer suddenly approached the mountains and startled the birds for a while, and then returned to tranquility.

The next day, when the sky was bright, the little monk opened his eyes, got up, went out, fetched a basin of water to wash up a bit, and then he carried the bamboo baskets on his back to go up the mountain to pick some wild vegetables to eat.

In the past two years, there have been wars every day outside, all the farmland has been abandoned, and there are refugees everywhere, and only monks and farmers like them who live in the mountains can barely survive by relying on the wild vegetables and fruits on the mountains.

Fortunately, the current season is when the mushrooms are the most delicious. The mushroom soup stewed with other wild vegetables is very delicious and filling, but the best mushrooms are only available in the morning, and the mushrooms will not be so tender after a little later. At that time, the mushrooms could only be used for drying and storing.

It was a bit cold in the mountain forest in the morning, the little monk tightened his thin single clothes, the clothes on his body had already been torn with several big holes, and he wanted to mend them all the time, but because the outside was too messy and there was nowhere to turn to alms, so he could only keep wearing worn out clothes Airy clothes.

"Gu~" There was a cry from the stomach, and the little monk touched his deflated belly and sighed, "It would be great if I could eat enough." The food I ate last night has already been digested, and there is no need to eat breakfast. It was a miserable day.

Now he is the only one left in the entire temple. The others either went to join the army or ran away, because although there are many wild vegetables and wild fruits in the mountains, they are only available during this time. After this season, the only food left in the mountains is The hare and the pheasant were ready. Thinking of the delicious taste of the meat, the little monk’s belly churned even harder. The hunger that could not be ignored prompted his hands to pick wild vegetables faster. At this moment, his hands touched the wild vegetables. There was a bright red bloodstain.

There are people injured?

Thinking of this, with the compassionate mentality of a monk, the little monk pushed aside the bushes and followed the bloodstains along the road to find the past.

The moment the bushes were pushed aside, a ray of sunlight fell, and it happened to fall on the man. Even though he was covered in scars and nearly died half his life, he couldn't hide his difference. This man is so beautiful!

The little monk was almost stunned, but the man suddenly opened his eyes, a pair of gray-blue eyes were breathtaking, as if he could see through people's hearts.

"Trash, what are you looking at?"

Little monk: "..." It's scary! QQ

Although people are good-looking and have a nice voice, their personality is really bad!

The little monk shrank a few times and was about to leave, but saw the wound on the man's abdomen that was still bleeding, hesitated for a while, and asked, "Are you injured?"

"Are you blind?" The malaria ghost looked at the little monk angrily, thinking that when the end of his life was approaching, there was only one monk by his side, and he couldn't help feeling even more upset. He didn't expect that stupid Zhong Kui to be so strong. With so many ghosts together, he still couldn't beat him. Although he escaped in the end, his strength was about the same.

"Do you need help?"

Ok?

Hearing this sentence, the malaria ghost looked at the little monk who was obviously afraid of him, and raised the corners of his lips mockingly. He admitted that he was really surprised for a moment, but... ..

"Do you know who I am?"

Maybe it was because his death was approaching, but he still wanted to tease this little monk again. He was so bored that he could only wait for death, and he could even do such a boring thing.

"Who, who?" Could it be some prominent prince or nobleman?

"ghost."

Little monk: "..."

Are you kidding me, how can ghosts look so good-looking, the old teacher in the temple said that all ghosts have green faces and fangs, bloody mouths, some have three heads and six arms like a big king kong, and some have strange shapes like a puff of green smoke, but It's just that there is no one like this, with a handsome appearance and a serious injury, this appearance is more like the down and out champion in the storybook...

"Don't lie to me, benefactor, let's go, I'll take you back to heal your injuries." Putting the bamboo basket on his chest, the little monk squatted down in front of the malarial ghost, "Come on, benefactor."

The malaria ghost looked down at the young monk's not-so-broad back, and for some reason, he actually climbed up obediently.

Maybe it's too boring, maybe it's really unwilling to heal the injury and then come back to seek revenge from Zhong Kui. In short, at this moment, one person and one ghost are involved.

The malaria ghost is very light. If it weren't for the excessively long hair that would occasionally blow to his face in the wind, the little monk wouldn't even feel that he had betrayed someone, but he was relieved after thinking about it. If you eat enough, you will lose weight if you don’t eat enough, and you will lose weight if you lose weight.

One person and one ghost returned to the temple, the little monk quickly prepared the herbs, stared at the malaria ghost's sharp knife-like eyes tremblingly, helped him heal the wound, then prepared the food and brought it up the mountain.

The meals are very simple, two dishes of fried wild vegetables, one mushroom soup, no rice, not even one.

The malaria ghost frowned, "Just eat these?"

Although he can do without eating, it doesn't mean that he likes to see these things that are not as good as pig food in front of him.

The little monk was choked by the obvious disgust in his words, and after a little consideration, he slurped and said: "There are wars everywhere outside, and many people have nothing to eat. It would be nice to fill their stomachs."

The malaria ghost didn't speak, got up and walked to the little monk's wing, leaving the little monk alone.

"What, it's a pity that I cooked some extra today, just because I was afraid it wouldn't be enough." He swallowed, and shouted in the direction of the wing room: "Since you don't want to eat, I'll eat all these dishes. !"

"..."

Seeing that the quiet little monk Quandang in the wing room acquiesced in this sentence, he felt happy. He had never prepared so much food by himself on weekdays, but today he was able to eat so much suddenly, even though it was all by himself. He went to the mountains early in the morning to get it, but he was still very happy. Anyway, he cooked it and didn't waste it.

Later, when the little monk finished his meal and returned to the wing, the malaria ghost was gone.

Later, another group of desperate officers and soldiers fled to the mountain to seize his temple and set fire to the mountain.

The little monk tried his best to escape from the temple, but he couldn't escape the speed of the fire burning the mountain.

Seeing that the fire had spread to the entire mountain forest, and the thick smoke was almost suffocating him to death, the little monk kept praying in his heart: "Master Buddha, please save me, I have been a monk since I was a child, and I have never done anything. Even if you accidentally touch meat, you will only do it when you are too hungry, Lord Buddha, please help me..."

The little monk was struggling between the fire and the fire. He could feel that he was about to die, but the god he had always believed in did not come to save him, and the light of hope in his heart dimmed little by little.

Why didn't the Buddha come to save him?

Obviously he has been working so hard.

Even if everyone left the temple, he still stayed here, cleaning the hall every day, diligently.

Why, he still wants to die like this?

So, what is the use of his belief in Buddha?

"Rubbish."

A familiar and pleasant voice came to his ears, and the little monk struggled to raise his head, and a beautiful face came into view.

"Do you need me to save you?"

god?

The little monk's consciousness was not very clear, but he still struggled and nodded.

Help me, please, help me.

The man seemed to have really heard the little monk's inner cry for help, and nodded with a smile, "I saved you, you are my dog."

In the days that followed, the little monk seemed to be living in a dream. He became a wealthy man with a lot of money, and he could eat a lot of delicacies every day.

It turned out that in the era of war, only the poor would starve to death, and the rich would never starve. On the contrary, many people would come to ask for help, and whether to save or not was entirely up to them.

This feeling of mastering the power of life and death is really great. I no longer have to worry about whether I will die tomorrow, and I don’t have to look at other people’s faces, just one thing.

He is starting to age.

He understands very well that birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature, and this kind of good life will soon be far away from him, because he will die one day.

However, he didn't want to die.

"My lord, is there any way to make me live longer?" He said to the malarial ghost.

That person is still as young as ten years ago, if it was him, there is definitely a way to make himself live longer.

"There is a way, are you willing?"

"Yes, I'm willing to do whatever it takes."

"That's what you said." The corners of his lips curled up, and the malaria ghost smiled: "Give me your name, my dog."

"Meng Chengde." He heard himself say this, "Master, my name is Meng Chengde."

Later, he used his status as a rich man to buy many young children.

In that era when people were not treated as human beings, buying some children would not cause any sensation. On the contrary, those who sold their children were very happy because they got a sum of money, a sum of money that allowed them to continue to live. Live money.As for what happened to the children who were sold, this was no longer within their scope of consideration.

So, things went smoothly, and that's how the first heart bestowed by the master came about.

The hearts of the nine children are linked together, beating alive, which contains the power to give him eternal life, as long as the master is still there, he will never die.

Gods and Buddhas are useless, only the master is his everything.

The author has something to say: a small theater.

After reading the last chapter, my friend called me.

Jiyou: Your ending is too hasty, right?

Me: No.

Friends: Bah!You have laid the groundwork for five points, the plot has unfolded for four points, and at the end you will tell people that your fart is over with a "poof", and this is the fart you want to fart!

Me: Er... Isn't it the Zhong Kui you said is very strong and wants to kill the malarial ghost in an instant?

Jiyou: It seems that the malaria ghost is too weak, it is forced to pretend, and finally farts.

Me: ...you can keep this fart for yourself, see you later.