Villain Organization Fishing Rules [Quick Transmigration]

Lu Si Niang bid farewell to us, walked into the heavy snow with Jing Cheng, and disappeared from this world ever since.

Later, Zhenzhen asked me: "Have they all disappeared?"

To be honest, I don't know.

Maybe Lv Siniang transferred the spirit of the ghost to Jing Cheng, and continued to be close but never saw each other; or maybe Jing Cheng saw Lv Siniang before dissipating, and left after fulfilling his wish; or maybe Lv Siniang also dispersed the ghost. Angry, he passed away with his childhood sweetheart.

When I was a child, I made a vow to live and die together, and never leave.

Because of this incident, Zhuohua seems to have changed a bit, becoming a little more stupid than before, often staring at the corner of the wall without saying a word.

This symptom has not occurred for a long time since we lived together.

Could it be that before Zhuohua lost his memory, there were also people who agreed for life, so the story of Lu Siniang and Jing Cheng stimulated him?

I stuffed a roasted sweet potato into his hand, poked his face, and asked curiously, "What are you thinking about all day?"

Peach blossom eyes fell on me, with some confusion: "Why, let them go?"

There was no beginning or end to the words, but I understood them.

I broke open the sweet potato, revealing the golden, fragrant and soft part inside. After biting into it, I said vaguely, "We can't help them either."

Even the Nine Nether Ghost King said that there was no other way, only before they dissipated could they see each other again.

Wait... Zhuohua protected Zhenzhen before, but now he wants to help Lu Siniang. Isn't he a holy father?

"They just got lost in the wind and snow in the mountains, so they came here to rest and eat two bowls of noodles." I thought for a while and said, "It's a good thing to have a good heart, but it also depends on the situation."

Some people don't need your help, and they don't want to be saved. There are some things you can't help, and it's not your responsibility.If you see any misfortune and put it on yourself, won't you be exhausted?

"You are not Jesus Christ, and you cannot bear the sins of the whole world."

Zhuohua looked puzzled: "Master, shortbread, chicken, and stomach?"

I laughed, wiped Zhen Zhen's little face, and told the story of Jesus: "So, he was crucified on the cross."

Zhuohua, Zhenzhen: ...

"Well, this is just a story. I don't really believe in Christianity. What I want to say is that even the gods and Buddhas in the sky know what can be intervened and what can't be done."

"If Lu Siniang and Jing Cheng ask for help, then we can still find a way." Although I don't think I can help.

"But they didn't. On the contrary, the meaning of her departure at that time was that she didn't want others to get involved."

"It's been 400 years, and the people who cast the curse back then have turned into ashes. What power ministers, daughters of power ministers, scholars, Taoist priests... The matter has come to this, what is right or wrong? The scholar should be killed, but the innocent girl that Lu Si Niang has eaten all these years Should the person in question be killed too?"

"You think she is pitiful, but who in the world is not pitiful? Do you want to imitate Jesus and crucify yourself? But even Jesus didn't see that he finally redeemed the sins of all mankind. "

After Jesus died, didn't those who should be demons still behave as demons?

"Sacrificing oneself...crossing people." Zhuo Hua seemed to be stupefied, muttering something, maybe he remembered something.

I broke open the sweet potatoes for him without showing any signs of expression, and asked in a warm voice: "Then if after sacrificing myself, I still can't save anyone?"

Zhuo Hua looked at me blankly.

"Stupid boy," I said with a helpless smile, "Medicine and medicine can't kill people, Buddha crosses people who are destined to cross, and if you can cross them if they let you cross, then of course you can cross. But if people don't want you to cross, you can't cross, why bother?" Are you too persistent?"

If you are too persistent, you will go crazy, and if you are crazy, you will finish the ball.

Zhuohua remained silent, as if he understood, but also as if he didn't understand, he stuffed a sweet potato into his mouth in a daze, then he screamed and ran around the room after being burned.

Very good, he finally returned to normal. Sure enough, delicious food can solve all problems. If not, then have another one.

Before winter was over, we heard bad news from the old woodcutter.

The Nine Nether Ghost King conquered Fengyan City, and the Eastern Qi Dynasty was destroyed.

The royal family of the Qi State was almost wiped out, and only King Huai'an, who was sent as an envoy to Southern Chu, survived, and the Qi State had already been reduced to a land of ghosts.

For a small marginal village like theirs, ghosts look down on them for the time being, so no tragedy has happened, but sooner or later, Dongqi will completely become a place of ghosts and ghosts like Beisheng.

The people of Niujia Village huddled and discussed for several days, and finally decided to flee to Nanchu.

"If one day, even Nanchu..." The young and middle-aged man sighed, if even Nanchu fell into the hands of the ghost king, would they run into the Hundred Thousand Mountains, or join the Nanman, or go on a long voyage to the sea?

The older generation was much calmer. The old village head smoked dry cigarettes, looked at his descendants and said, "How can it be so easy? The ghost army has come all the way from Beisheng. Although they captured the phoenix eye, they will definitely lose troops and generals. We need to replenish the number of ghosts." , it will take decades."

Otherwise, the Nine Nether Ghost King was born 400 years ago, how could he have fought for hundreds of years and only now defeated Qi?

It's just that there are fewer and fewer places left for the living, and there are fewer and fewer ascetics.Ordinary people can naturally have two children in three years, but cultivators are not Chinese cabbage, so it is even more difficult to cultivate a group of disciples who can resist the ghost army.

I heard that this time the Phoenix Eye City was broken, and Qingyun Palace and Mercy Temple lost two more old monks.The rest, apart from the palace lord and the abbot, are only some young disciples, fearing that if they can't support the next ghost army invasion, the orthodoxy will be wiped out.

The old village chief sighed in his heart, he was lucky, he died in two years, his eyes closed, no matter the flood, the poor little grandson and granddaughter under his knees, they are destined not to escape this catastrophe.

But what the Niujia Villagers didn't know was that although the village was small, the ghosts had already visited it.

It's just that the ones who came here were all crooked melons and cracked dates. After I found out, I crushed them to death.

After the villagers decided to move away collectively, the old village chief sent someone up the mountain to find us and asked us to escape together. I thought about it carefully, but finally gave up.

One is that the weather is too cold in winter, Zhenzhen may not be able to withstand the bumpy journey; two, we two ghosts mix with strangers for a long time, which will make the people of Niujia Village sick.

But in order to repay the kindness of the villagers, I decided to secretly escort them for a ride, lest they encounter evil ghosts on the way.

The old woodcutter also refused to leave. His reason was that it was hard to leave his homeland.

"I'm an old man, and I have no descendants, so why bother?" The old woodcutter stroked his long beard and handed Zhen Zhen an orange.

I think he's making it clear.

"So you are really a mountain god?" I looked at the fresh and round orange and smiled.

The old woodcutter smiled and said nothing, neither affirming nor negating.

I think rounding is the default.

"Old Immortal, there is just one thing I would like to ask you for," I climbed along the pole, "I want to escort the people of Niujia Village to Nanchu, but the journey is far away. , I'm afraid that if I don't come back in time, I will put Zhuo Hua and Zhen Zhen in danger."

"May I ask the old god to take care of Yi Er?"

The old woodcutter nodded and touched the little girl's cat ear hat: "Don't worry, there will be no accidents with the old people."

Only then did I feel completely relieved, even if the mountain gods were not strong enough, it would be safe to take them teleported away, hiding in the [-] mountains, even if the Nine Nether Ghost King came personally, he would not be able to catch them.

The matter of escorting the people of Niujia Village has been busy until the beginning of spring.

The bad news is that we are cut off from human civilization again; the good news is that all the things that the villagers did not remove belong to us, and we are now a big family!Dozens of beds can sleep in turns!

The spring thunder resounded and everything came back to life. I chased away a few ghosts who came to wander around the village, went to the bamboo forest to dig a lot of fresh spring bamboo shoots, and decided to have a spring pot with Zhuohua and Zhenzhen.

Eating hot pot is also very particular, just like the rabbit meat hot pot "Pu Xia Gong", which is most suitable for hot oil and spicy pot, and you will sweat all over the winter; but in spring, you will naturally eat the young leaves of wild vegetables that have just grown in the forest. It is also made with various mushrooms and spring bamboo shoots, so what you eat is fresh.

There are no living people nearby, and the evil ghosts have been driven away. We two ghosts and one person, plus a mountain god, can sit upright in the village and have a banquet.The old mountain god also showed his hands and made a scrambled egg with Chinese toon and steamed noodles with elm money, both of which were extremely sweet and tender.

A group of people were eating happily, and they saw a figure at the entrance of the village from a distance.

I put down my chopsticks, and the smile on my face faded a little: "It's another wild ghost who doesn't know how to play, I'll come back as soon as I go, save me more scrambled eggs!"

Zhen Zhen and Zhuo Hua nodded obediently, and the old woodcutter was very calm while smoking a dry cigarette.

After all, I have to do it once every three days to drive away the ghosts. It's a bit boring. After spring, I will go back to the mountain with the raised livestock.

I walked to the entrance of the village, and just about to let out my ghostly aura, I froze.

Is this a living person, a ghost, or a wandering spirit?

The visitor was tall and slender, dressed in a white monk's robe that was more snowy, with cinnabar red between his brows, peach blossom eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, holding a string of longan-sized Buddhist beads in his hand, even with a bald head, he looked extremely round.

"The benefactor is Ankang, the little monk Hanyue, come here for alms."

???

It's outrageous, how dare the monk run to the territory of the ghost these days?I also plan to beg for alms, I'm afraid I don't want to feed demons with my body.

"I don't know where the little master came from? Where is he going?"

I was afraid that he would answer "The poor monk came from the Tang Dynasty in the East and wanted to learn scriptures in the West", or "I came from where I came from, and I went to where I went", then I really have nothing to answer, and the sky will die.

Hanyue laughed softly, like a bright moon shining on the cold river, making people feel like a spring breeze.

He clasped his hands together, said the Buddha's name, and replied: "The little monk is a disciple of the Mercy Temple. Master sent me out of the mountain to save people and save the world."

Is your master trying to get rid of you as an apprentice?

I complained in my heart, but my face remained calm, and I also bowed: "The people in the village fled to Southern Chu to avoid the evil spirits. Only my family, old and young, are left. I just finished lunch, and the leftovers are unbearable to respect the Three Treasures. Little master wait a moment, I A fast meal is specially prepared for you."

"Why bother the benefactor, a young monk who is a pure cultivator doesn't care about his appetite, a bowl of brown rice and a steamed bun are enough."

I can't figure out the reason for this man's visit. His eyes are clear, his voice is clear, and his face is full of compassion. He really doesn't look like a resentful ghost, but the timing of his appearance is too strange. What is this remote town doing?

I don't want him to get close to Zhuo Hua and Zhen Zhen, but I don't know how to refuse him.

Hanyue knew how to read people's eyes very well, his eyes were calm, the corner of his mouth was smiling, he didn't take it seriously, and bowed together again: "It's the little monk who is rude, don't bother the benefactor, I will leave now."

I opened my mouth, but in the end I didn't say anything. In troubled times, the most important thing is to protect myself and my family.

Hanyue was about to turn around and leave when she heard an old and familiar voice behind her: "It's already here, why do you want to leave?"

The white-clothed monk trembled, and when he turned around again, he had a calm smile on his face.

"Since someone invites you, the monk is disrespectful."

I found that the dialogue was gradually beyond the scope of understanding. What kind of riddlers are these two people?When I welcomed Hanyue into the village, I pulled the old woodcutter who was more familiar, and asked in a low voice, "Do you know him?"

The old man stroked his beard and nodded.

"Is he really a disciple of the Mercy Temple?"

The old woodcutter nodded again.

It's not surprising that the people in the Mercy Temple knew the mountain god, but why did this person come here?

I took a deep breath, good guy, don't you want to kill me, a ghost!Gan, Zhuohua, let's run!