Chapter Fifty-Eight: How Foolish?

Baoling Temple is on the hill, behind the temple of Nuoda, and is collectively known as the back mountain. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because the monks in the temple usually do not come here, it remains absolutely quiet and primitive, with trees and grass.

In the depths of many ancient trees, on top of an old tree that has been broken in half, there is a bamboo house that is not too big or small. The sparse sunlight shone through the yellowish leaves into the bamboo hut, making the faces of ten of them dappled and uncertain.

"Third Prince, your so-called salvation is to let us stay in such a deserted place and guard a corpse?" After a long time, accompanied by a belly roar, a good-looking woman asked lightly.

Mo Di frowned and said seriously: "Father Emperor will come back to life." ”

"Even if you come back to life, what can you do?" said the woman, shaking her head, "Don't tell me, you don't know what he does." If he chases and kills, how many people will be left in this room?"

"He has been seriously injured by Sun Dasheng, and there has been no movement until now, which is proof. Modi said solemnly.

Anger lingered between the woman's eyebrows, and just as she wanted to refute, a white palm suddenly patted her on the shoulder: "Queen Mother, what's the point of saying this now? All we can do now is believe in the third brother, and believe in the sacredness behind the third brother." ”

Mo Di looked at the voice, and saw that it was his eldest brother who spoke, Mo Yun. From childhood to adulthood, Mo Yun is the spokesperson of the perfect prince. He has a graceful and luxurious bearing, an extraordinary appearance, a tall and strong figure, and even his cultivation is the crown of the imperial city.

He is the only heir in the hearts of the people, and no one has shaken his position during the period of the real emperor or the period of the false emperor.

It's just that Mo Di now looks back on the past and suddenly realizes that Mo Yun is the closest to the fake emperor among the many princes, and with him, will anything happen?

Before they could consider the pros and cons, several figures fell from the sky and stopped on the trunk of the tree in front of the door of the bamboo house, blocking the sunlight.

"White Lotus Bodhisattva, has the immortal medicine been requested?" Against the sun, seeing the person clearly, Mo Di didn't care about anything else, suddenly stood up and ran to the door.

The white bone spirit smiled and bowed: "At present, the elixir is in the hands of Sanzang, and your father can come back to life." ”

Mo Di was overjoyed and hurriedly invited everyone into the house. The white bone spirit took the opportunity to look at the people in the room, and saw that the men and women were quiet, but there was no ugly person.

Sanzang took out the jade bottle from his pocket in his arms, came to the bed, broke open Mo Ke's lips and teeth, put the pill into it, observed it carefully, and said with a turn of his eyes: "The lord of the country has been dead for too long, and the pill can't be poured into the stomach bag and can't melt." Someone needs to take a breath of truth for him and send the elixir. ”

"Made, the isotopic effect of different time and space. The white bone spirit recalled the plot in the original book, and suddenly cried and laughed.

In the original work, this is also the case, Bajie volunteered to give the king a temper, but was stopped by Sanzang, on the grounds that Zhu Bajie had his own evil and cannibalism, and his breath was turbid, so he couldn't do such an errand.

Later, he said, the walker has been practicing since he was a child, biting the pine and chewing the cypress, and there is a breath of clear air in his mouth, and then the walker is angry for the dead emperor.

And in this world, whether the canopy eats people or not, the white bone spirit cannot be sure. Because of his existence, the monkey has never eaten humans, so it is said that he should be the most suitable person.

Straight to the point. The isotopic effect of different time and space mostly occurs on events, and rarely affects the personality of living beings. The eight precepts who volunteered in the original book cannot represent the canopy at this time.

Facing Sanzang's gaze, not only did he not take the initiative to take it, but he was the first to say: "I killed too much, and I swallowed the turbidity, so I can't do this." ”

Sanzang didn't count on him, and raised his eyes to look at the white bone spirit and the monkey: "You two, you should be the only ones who haven't eaten people, who will help him get through his breath?"

"Although the monkey and I have never eaten people, we have drunk and eaten meat a lot, and I am afraid that there is no clear qi in our body. It's you, Mage, who is usually vegetarian, and the rare smell of wine and meat has gradually dissipated, which is the most suitable. The white bone spirit rolled his eyes and said with a smile.

The corners of Sanzang's eyes twitched. He was a kind man, but he was never an honest man. Kissing the dead, or people who have been dead for several years, this kind of picture is too beautiful, he doesn't dare to think about it.

It's just that he doesn't want to do it, it doesn't mean that the white bone spirit will get used to him, and he will be pushed on the cliff with a word, and there is no way to retreat.

"White bones, don't bully Master Sanzang. Seeing his dilemma, the monkey laughed in his heart, pulled the woman who stood in front of him without hesitation to his side, and said: "When it comes to pure qi, it is still a bit unreliable to use the standard of not eating people. Let's find someone who has never eaten meat or drunk alcohol. As it happens, this is the temple, and there will be no shortage of such people. ”

"Wait a minute, everybody, I'll go get one. The canopy rolled up its sleeves, rolled up a gust of wind, and flew out of the bamboo house.

After a while, he flew back with a white monk in one hand. I don't know how he said it to the monk, his legs trembled, and he didn't want to, and the monk kissed the dead emperor's mouth, blowing hard into it.

......At a certain moment, there was a strange explosion sound in Mo Ke's body, and the flowing divine light shone, and he coughed violently, spitting out a cloud of inky black, fishy corpse gas.

The little monk smelled the stench, and only felt that his stomach was overturned, and he spit it out, and his eyes were full of tears.

Tiancang patted him on the back as if he was kind enough to pat him on the back and said comfortingly: "The one in front of you is the emperor of the Wuji Country. What you just did is equivalent to saving the emperor's life. In the future, when he returns to the throne, he will be able to benefit from you.

Okay, don't throw up, be careful to make the emperor unhappy and have a bad impression of you. ”

The power of interests is powerful, hearing this, the little monk immediately covered his mouth, no matter how his stomach surged, he no longer spit out.

"Thank you, master, several immortal elders, and the little monk for your life-saving grace. Mo Ke vomited the corpse gas, slammed his fists, Huo Ran opened his eyes, turned over and stood up from the bed, and knelt down in the dust.

Sanzang stretched out his hand to help him up: "Saving someone's life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, this is what we should do." ”

Mo Ke wanted to thank him again, but the white bone spirit couldn't stand their grinding, and said simply and rudely: "The world is like a play, but we don't need to act unchanged." If you can, we will set out to force the palace and take back your throne and your people. ”

Mo Ke's eyes flashed with fierce murderous intent, and he said in a deep voice: "Kill my body, invade my wife, and occupy my country's land, this hatred is like the water of the four seas, and it will never dry up." This time, I will completely suppress it and torture it for eternity!"

The white bone spirit glanced at him indifferently, and said secretly in his heart: "If my guess is correct, there are at least three seas of hatred like the four seas, and it should be you who hate yourself......, right? How foolish?"