Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

The bone-breaking and shaving made Mei Zhiyi seriously injured, so Yimei arranged a bedroom in the temple, asked Zhiyi to take good care of him, and then went to the Buddhist hall to retreat.

Although the masked man was forced to retreat this time, he did not please him. He tried his best to help the plum tree purify the turbid air. As soon as he closed the door of the Buddhist hall, he couldn't support himself and sat on the ground. The color of defeat.

The Buddha sits in the hall.

He slowly moved to the futon and bowed piously: "I have three mistakes: decades ago, I saw a plum tree in the Buddhist hall transforming into a shape, and the little demon was enlightened by my Buddha. He has Buddha nature in his body. He has a heart for the Buddha but abides by his principles He only dared to wander around the square inch of the Buddhist hall, and did not bother the Buddha. Now that the incident happened suddenly, he entered the Buddhist hall without permission. It was all at the disciple's instruction, and this is not a disciple."

"The disciple searched all over the world, only to meet Zhiyi. He has the bones of a Buddha and the heart of a child. He has been a Buddha for more than ten years, but he has no power to protect himself. It is true that the disciple has indulged too much and failed to fulfill his duty of teaching. Now the situation is critical. There is a dark wave, fearing that in the future I will not be able to protect Zhiyi, I feel ashamed in my heart, this is my fault."

"Today someone came to commit crimes, but I didn't notice them in time. He disturbed the pure place of Buddhism, acted recklessly, spoke out rudely, and almost damaged the Buddha statue. I didn't take good care of the Buddhist hall, which insulted the face of Buddhism. Now I try my best to support it. I am afraid that disasters will happen again in the future. Resist, there is something wrong with the heart, the disciple is ashamed of the Buddha, this is the disciple's three faults."

He stroked the Buddhist beads on his wrist, his face was withered, as if he had suddenly aged ten years, and he kowtowed three more times without getting up, with a low but firm voice: "There are three things I don't do. I wish to serve the Buddha for the rest of my life to redeem my sins. The Buddha is merciful and blesses the mind and mind with peace and safety.

Empty lamps and bright halls, the immeasurable Buddha with all his merits and virtues is getting old. With only his compassionate heart, he sincerely worships and prays for his disciples to be safe and healthy, and to become a Buddha and become a saint.

Another year, the wind and snow are as dark as ever.

"Amitabha, the Buddha will definitely bless the donor." Zhiyi clasped his hands together, upright, and said to the pilgrim.

When the people left, he quickly ran into the Buddhist hall, hugged the oil paper bag and leaned against the wall, smiling broadly: "Ayi, Ayi, it's snowing, come out quickly."

Mei Zhiyi declined his persuasion, and returned to her body after recovering from her injuries. The two had the same name, so he called "Ayi" every time.

A young man with snow hair and snow clothes appeared in front of the plum tree. After his spiritual body was injured, he slept for a whole year. If he hadn't consciously called him, he would have slept through the first snow day. He rubbed the center of his brows to dissipate a little frost : "Zhiyi, long time no see."

"Long time no see, really long time..." Zhiyi pulled him to the stone table beside him, and then handed over the things in his arms like offering treasures, "Sent by pilgrims at the foot of the mountain, the pastry rice cakes from the shop in the town, It's still hot, Ah Yi, try it."

He is young at heart, lively and playful, and when he gets a novelty, he wants to share it with his friends. For more than ten years in his life, he has only one friend, Mei Zhiyi, and he has given all his enthusiasm to this person.

As soon as the oiled paper bag was opened, the rice cake was still steaming, he swallowed consciously, his eyes sparkled, he refused to let him go down the mountain, he had never eaten this rice cake.

Obviously more than ten years have passed, Mei Zhiyi looked at the young man in front of her, and the little monk who recklessly grabbed his robe appeared in her mind again.At that time, he heard the little monk arguing not to drink ginger soup, and he appeared out of curiosity for a moment. Unexpectedly, the little doll was sulking and scribbling in the snow. Presumptuous monks.

Live as warm as the sun.

The corners of Mei Zhiyi's lips curved slightly, and the frost melted: "You eat."

"you eat!"

The two retreated back and forth, neither of them stretched out their hands, and finally looked at each other and smiled. This is what he saw when he came over. He lowered his eyelids to hide the worry in his eyes.

"Master!"

Yi Mo nodded: "Knowing, Master Mei."

Zhiyi rested her chin and asked curiously: "What day is it today? Master, why are you dressed so formally?"

He has been ignorant for decades, always wearing his plain linen monk robe, but today he has changed into a golden cassock.

Mei Zhiyi's emotions were unclear, and she didn't say anything in the end.

The little doll who used to drag his monk's robes and followed every step was already taller than himself, and his eyes were calm: "The teacher is about to pass away, you leave tomorrow morning..."

"Master!" Zhiyi hurriedly stood up, "Master, you lied to me, right, master, you must have lied to me, master, master..."

He shed tears as he spoke, and patted his head: "Zhiyi, listen to me, after I pass away tonight, you have to go down the mountain immediately. All living beings are our own responsibility, don't be limited by worldly human feelings."

The white and soft rice cakes changed from hot to cold, and no one tasted them after all.

The ever-burning lanterns were lit in the Buddhist hall, and the long night was covered with heavy snow.

Zhiyi knelt in the Buddhist hall, he was the only one who cared about him in the world, and he should be the one to see him off at the end.

Mei Zhiyi stood outside the Buddhist hall, bowed to the inside of the Buddhist hall, once she saved him, her kindness was beyond repayment.

The two stayed silent until midnight, and when they passed away, Zhiyi tightly held the Buddhist beads in his hands: "Ayi, I was born lonely, and I have followed Master since I can remember, and I have been a monk with him for more than ten years. , he always doesn’t like to laugh, he only tells me Buddhist scriptures, and he also forces me to drink ginger soup, the ginger soup he boils is very spicy, I tell him every time I don’t drink it, but he cooks it every winter I drink a big bowl, he, he... tell me, is he particularly bad..."

Mei Zhiyi lowered her eyelashes, listening to him quietly, about the past years, about the person who just left.

"Ayi." The little monk raised his head and blinked hard, his voice became hoarse from crying, and he spoke softly and calmly, "Ayi, I don't have a master anymore."

He was supposed to look carefree, but suddenly he lost his smile.

Mei Zhiyi hesitated for a while, then reached out and patted his head: "Zhiyi, you still have me."

"The two of you are deeply affectionate, and I am so moved."

The familiar ironic laughter suddenly sounded, shocking the two of them. Mei Zhiyi reacted quickly and shielded Zhiyi behind her back. His palms shone coldly, and the curved blade pointed in the air.

"Little demon, I am very relieved to see that you are alive and clear." The man put his fingertips on the blade, letting the cold light draw a streak of blood, he put his fingertips on his lips, tasting the blood , the crying face mask showed a ghostly state under the ever-burning lamp, he looked at Mei Zhiyi, and suddenly hooked his lips, "I have cut off my spirit body, the old monk has spent a lot of thought in order to save you. He deserved to end up in a terrible situation!"

Zhiyi staggered forward: "What does this mean? What do you mean by dispersing merit?"

Mei Zhiyi's eyes darkened, and he panicked for no reason. He held the knife in his left hand without any fear, and flew towards the person coming.

The masked man dodged unhurriedly, and his smiling voice was particularly harsh: "Didn't the old monk tell you that there is no demon in front of the Buddha, and he saved this little demon, so he has to dissipate all his merits and virtues. He is your Buddha." sinners, the only unforgivable crime is death.”

Zhiyi's hand holding the Buddha beads tightened, and she didn't make a sound for a long time.

Mei Zhiyi was flustered, took advantage of the gap to look, and was facing a pair of empty pupils, the wind and thunder just started and the heavy rain poured down, and he was completely chilled at a glance.

The masked man took the opportunity to come behind Zhiyi, put the dagger on his neck, leaned over to his ear, and chuckled softly: "Little monk, I want to make a deal with you."

As he said that, the masked man turned the dagger over, and patted the blade on Zhiyi's throat: "Buddhas and demons have different paths, you killed that little demon to avenge your master, I let you go, how about it?"

The dagger on the neck was cold, and he trembled knowingly, and turned his head to look at the person behind him: "Is this true?"

When he spoke, Mei Zhiyi's hand holding the scimitar trembled, and he was stunned for a moment. He looked at his empty right arm, and there was only bitterness in his eyes.

Forget it, it was his debt after all.

The masked man seemed to be in a good mood, he gently raised Zhiyi's hand, and put the dagger into his palm: "Go, little monk, let me see how Buddha bones can kill demons."

Zhiyi clenched the dagger tightly, his sight was occupied by snow, he only saw one person, and that person was the most Buddha-like monster in the world, his... best friend.

The tip of the knife pierced the flesh, continued to penetrate without hesitation, completely submerged into the body, Zhiyi was terrified, and warm blood flowed down his fingers.

"Really, it's very good, monks don't lie, little monk, you make me look good." The masked man slapped away Zhiyi, covered his abdominal wound, and laughed bloodthirsty and crazy.

Mei Zhiyi subconsciously caught the person who was knocked into the air, suppressed the doubts in her heart, and threw the scimitar with her backhand: "Don't say it, Zhuo Shui."

The golden scimitar shines brightly, condensing Mei Zhiyi's cultivation in this life. He is transformed into a grass and tree, and he has the compassion and peace of the Buddha's light. This ultimate move is what he prepared for today.

Taking advantage of the masked man retreating, Mei Zhiyi quickly turned around with the man in his arms. The plum tree by the wall was blackened and withered.

Nebula was like passing clouds, he didn't stop until he reached the foot of the mountain, and when he landed, he retreated to the side, staring blankly at his hands, which were chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's hands and knocking on the wooden fish, which were now covered with filthy blood .

Mei Zhiyi frowned, held that hand, and slowly wiped the blood on it. It was inconvenient to use one hand, so he moved carefully as if he wasn't bothered at all.

"Why?" His voice was obscure, his eyelashes drooping and he didn't dare to look up, "I killed your master, why didn't you kill me?"

Zhiyi curled up her fingers: "Because I only have Ah Yi."

Mei Zhiyi froze for a moment, and said bitterly: "That man is right, you are a Buddha, I am a demon, Buddhas and demons have different paths."

The cold wind in the forest turned into fog, and the coolness of the first snow came up again. In the dead of night, he raised a pair of clear and bright eyes: "Buddha and demon have different paths, and I will return with you."

Frost and snow are blowing all over the head, which can be regarded as a white head.

"Does the little monk want to go home with the little demon? It's a pity, now you can't escape my palm, I have never wanted the beauty of an adult."

The scimitar cannot be said, it is transformed by the spirit body, Mei knows that it will not disappear, it cannot be said that it will not be destroyed.The masked man knocked on the scimitar, causing the edge of the blade to buzz. I don't know what method he used, but the scimitar split from the middle, split into two halves abruptly, and then struck with thick black air.

The millennium of a demon is equivalent to more than a dozen years in the human world. After all, he is only a teenager. He worshiped the transformation in front of the Buddha and met a person who is as warm as the warm sun. Hot eggs will keep him warm rice cakes.

Mei Zhiyi held Duan Ren with his left hand, while a short dagger was inserted between his eyebrows.

He stood in front of Zhiyi, like standing in front of a Buddhist hall.

He was born in front of the Buddha and bathed in the Buddha's light, and his life was already destined.

He protected his warm sun.

He fought and died for his Buddha.

On this snowy night, the little monk lost his master and his only friend.

Zhiyi slowly closed his eyes, he had a body of Buddha's bones, before he crossed the world and helped the world, he was torn out, one by one, slowly stripped from the flesh and blood.

He embraced a withered plum tree and passed out. The Buddha bead bracelet in his arms fell off, and the golden light condensed into a beam of light, hitting the man who was holding up the Buddha bone to admire, and the mask with the crying face fell off, revealing the A face covered in red birthmarks.

A man came from the depths of the dense forest. His face was covered by a wide cloak. He was about one meter tall, like a child of seven or eight years old. He held a dagger similar to that of the masked man, and ruthlessly nailed it into the man's heart. There was no hesitation at all, one knife after another.Blood splashed all over his body, and then he pierced the man's limbs and big holes all over his body. This is the most thorough way to kill a cultivator. He didn't stop until he ensured that the person seriously injured by the Buddha's light was completely dead.

The man picked up the golden bone on the ground and threw it on Zhiyi's body. The bone was forcibly removed. The Buddha bone could be fused into Zhiyi within an hour after being separated from the body. After a while, the dismantled Buddha bone melted into Zhiyi in vivo.

As the moonlight flowed, the wind and snow lifted the cloak, and the bird fluttered in shock, revealing the man's beautifully shaped peach eyes and the overwhelming hatred in his eyes.

It starts in the wind and snow, ends in the wind and snow, and the old dream comes to an end.

The sky is high and the clouds are far away, and the twilight is full of plum forests. The young man came from the sky with a scimitar in his hand.