"Master, are you not saved?"

McFan shook his head.

"Then little monk, what now?"

This player is really realistic, when he can use it, he used an honorific title for Mai Fan, and now he has become a little monk again?

Mai Fan didn't care and sang a promise to Fengyunke: "The donor's situation should be okay, let's save the donor's friend first." ”

"As for the others......" Mai Fan was saying, when suddenly he saw a () on the top of the heads of those corpses, marked with (can be exceeded)

Hey, is this a new trigger?

It's no wonder that the original protagonist of this world always has to follow behind the original villain, this luck is worthy of being the protagonist of the former world.

Thinking of this, Mai Fan said: "I will spend time with them, set up an inscription and bury them for the time being." ”

"If the two donors arrive at their destination, find a good day and let them return to their hometown. ”

Fengyunke looked at the NPCs (corpses) in his eyes, didn't pay much attention, nodded, and let Mai Fan watch the operation.

Mai Fan felt a burst of joy in his heart, he dragged the five corpses aside, lined them up, and began to recite the "Jizo Bodhisattva Sutra": "If all beings in the future life wait, they will either dream or sleep ......."

It's not loud, but it's amazing.

As Mai Fan chanted, the words on those corpses became (degreed)

And when the words on the top of their heads completely disappeared, Mai Fan noticed the difference.

The corpses of those NPCs are placed there again, and they don't have the weirdness they had when they first died.

This is a question that the game system definitely doesn't have an answer to.

Mai Fan's hand poked into the diary again, and sure enough, there was a lot of way in it.

'Where the sneaky dissipates, there is yin, resentment, and flesh. ’

'If there is a living soul that has not left and the body is not protected, it is easy to produce corpses or form new ghosts. ’

Sure enough, the world seems to be extremely reasonable, how can it not fill the loopholes.

Then his profession as a Buddhist monk is, in some respects, very useful.

After thinking about this, Mai Fan turned to the location of Fengyunke, and he found that the other party was giving his leader a pill that he had never seen before.

Mai Fan looked at the red ball, and after being swallowed by the team leader, the blood bar on his head automatically rose by 5%

The team leader's face also showed blood, and he finally didn't have to struggle on the line of life and death.

"Amitabha, donor, what is this?"

Fengyunke looked at the bottle in his hand, and his face showed a painful expression: "This is the Qi and Blood Pill we obtained from killing the mountain bandits, if it is in the Tongji Hall in the capital, it is a fine product that needs one or two silver." ”

Speaking of this, the team leader suddenly interjected: "But if the master really likes it, we can give this bottle of elixir to the master! After all, the lives of me and my apprentice were saved by the little master." ”

Is that good? The little monk was disrespectful.

Mai Fan didn't have any noble sentiments of doing good deeds without expecting anything in return, and he happily accepted the other party's gift.

Looking at the big (tackable) character on the top of the other party's head, the Zen staff in his hand was a little nervous.

Later, I thought that they were just the martial arts profession in Yongzhong, and they might not be suitable for themselves.

Coupled with the rank and attributes of the person opposite, he is even more ordinary among the ordinary, and Mai Fan no longer thinks about it.

The next morning, when the morning sun fell over the mountains, I said goodbye to this player and his main character.

......

Next, the sixth-level Mai Fan cloud tour process went much smoother.

He rubbed a few caravans on the official road in the direction of Songshan, climbed into a wagon pulled by a mule, and no longer had to carry his own legs.

Now the trip is much faster, but it will not take long to enter the boundary of Songshan.

When he arrived near the Shaolin Temple in Songshan, Mai Fan discovered some characteristics of the people who lived here.

The heart of worshipping the Buddha is strong, and it gathers many believers.

But these people are different from the prosperity of Chang'an's intensive study of Buddhism, and they come and go from Songshan...... Most of them are warriors with strong blood and blood.

Songshan Shaolin, martial arts.

There are countless lay disciples.

The people who come and go here do everything, but in the end, they all come from the same place.

When the north and the south meet, they communicate with each other, and they become the existence of senior brothers.

This is also the reason why Songshan Shaolin has a high status in the rivers and lakes.

Shaolin has more than just a temple, but a ubiquitous martial arts influence.

It is precisely because of the high reputation of Shaolin that there are many things happening in this area.

Since Mai Fan entered the realm of Shaolin, he has already seen three or four disputes.

There are many small sects living in the Shaolin area, seeking protection, and if some major sects are unaware of the disputes, they will also find Shaolin to evaluate them.

As if it was now, Mai Fan lay on the cargo box with great interest, watching the people of the two small sects compare and compare.

Probably at the stage of entering the rivers and lakes for the first time, although Mai Fan had not studied martial arts, he didn't feel that the few people on the other side could bring him any threat.

But the fists and feet of the Jianghu people are really lethal to ordinary people.

No, one of them accidentally flew out with the knife in his hand, and grazed directly over the head of the mule and horse pulling the goods, and the startled horse stumbled and jumped up and down with the carriage in tow.

"Hell!"

Mai Fan fell off his horse with a backward rush, and when his little bald head was about to make contact with the ground, he snapped and was dragged by his foot and neck.

"Whew...... Amitabha Buddha ......"

Mai Fan hung upside down and looked at it, and saw a pair of monk shoes.

He raised his head with all his might, and saw a warrior monk with red skin, carrying him with one hand and pressing the horse with the other, to stop the tragedy that was about to take place in the downtown area.

The surrounding people probably really revered the monks, and some of the onlookers applauded: "Okay!"

The monk was a little naïve, and he was a little embarrassed because of this applause, so he subconsciously scratched his head.

forgot that he was still carrying Mai Fan in his hand, and with a snap, the defenseless Mai Fan fell to the ground.

"Oh, little monk, are you okay? You are the little disciple of that hall, why didn't you follow the master behind you to fast, but ran to the downtown to play?"

Mai Fan got up from the ground, patted the dust, and his bearing changed all over his body, and his bearing was not similar to that of the warrior monk of Songshan at all, and he greeted the other party very gently: "Amitabha, this senior brother, the little monk came from Chang'an Huichang Temple, and went to Shaolin to practice in the name of the senior brother." ”

"I don't know what this senior brother's name is, can you recommend it to the little monk?"

The big monk was a little embarrassed, he seemed to have thought of something, there was a little gloomy in his eyes, and he said to Mai Fan with a little sullenness: "With the status of a poor monk, he can't be the introduction of a little monk from Chang'an." ”

"Since you are here to study the Dharma, come with me into the mountain and wait for the doorkeeper to report you. ”