"Hey! Don't be in such a hurry! "The pimple monk rushed over, I really don't know how he can run so fast in such a tall long clog. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

After catching up with Ashidaka, the pimple monk walked side by side with Ashidaka as if he were familiar.

"Ah, I don't want you to thank me, it should be the poor monk who should thank me." The pimple monk scratched his head and said embarrassedly, "I was involved in a dispute between the village warriors, and it was thanks to you that I was saved. ”

Ashidaka, who was riding along the Yaklu Road, still did not react to the words of the pimple monk.

"You were like a ghost." The pimple monk opened the conversation.

As if sensing something, Asdidaka looked back thoughtfully, and the woman and two samurai had just quietly followed Ashidaka and them.

"You've found out, too." The pimple monk didn't need to look at the people behind him, he was proficient in human affairs, and he naturally knew what the hell those people were thinking.

"Don't take out the gold dust in front of everyone." The pimple monk sighed and said, "The world is so cold, they may want to attack you while you are asleep." ”

"Run." The pimple monk gave the most appropriate advice, and after speaking, he ran first.

Asidaka didn't say anything, but silently drove Yaklu to follow the pimple monk.

Not knowing why the pimple monk was able to run so fast, Ashidaka and the pimple monk began to run, while the women and the two samurai who followed could only stare dryly.

There was no way, neither the pimple monk nor the Asidaka riding Yaklu could catch up.

Fleeing quickly from the village, Ashidaka still had no words, but was silently grateful to the pimple monk in his heart.

"It's the first time the little brother has gone out, right?" The pimple monk persuaded Asidaka in the tone of an elder: "Be cautious in the future, after all, it's not always so lucky to meet me." ”

Saying that, the pimple monk said helplessly: "There is really no way, since the samurai shogunate and the yin and yang side were seized by the emperor, the world is not peaceful again." Everyone has bad intentions, and the fact that they are honest with each other is increasingly heard only in legends. ”

Asshidaka was still silent, but she heard something different from the words of the pimple monk.

"It just so happens that my little brother and I are on the way, why don't we walk together for a while." The pimple monk carried the huge red umbrella and followed Ashidaka step by step.

Peer or something is good, in fact, the pimple monk just wants to find a bodyguard, and the Asshidaka in front of him is the best choice.

This kind of thing is also clear to Asidaka, but it can only be caused by the pimple monk, after all, the pimple monk has solved the trouble for him before.

After that, neither of them made any more sounds, and they both hurried quietly.

Soon, the sky was getting darker.

The two had to face the fact that they were sleeping in the suburbs, and the pimple monk spoke first: "Little brother, let's rest here for the time being." ”

Asidaka nodded, jumped down from Yaklu, drew his scimitar and began to chop down the surrounding branches to use as firewood.

"Oh! Good skills! Seeing Asidaka chopping down the branches without hindrance, the pimple monk couldn't help but praise.

Soon, Ashidaka and the pimple monk set up a bonfire, and the two sat down and began to eat.

"Ah, thank you for your hospitality." The pimple monk said with a smile on his face, and Asshidaka didn't say much about the pimple monk's blatant behavior of rubbing rice.

"Use mine, if you don't feel at ease, I can try it first." The pimple monk took out a piece of miso wrapped in paper from his bag, added it to his porridge and began to taste it.

Although he was happy to see the pimple monk eating, Ashitaka still rejected the pimple monk's suggestion, mainly because Asshidaka did not like the smell of miso.

So, the pimple monk began to talk to Ashidaka and said that he could give Ashedaka some help.

"Oh...... Did the boar become a demon god? The pimple monk stirred the white porridge as he ascertained Asidaka's words.

"I found this place by following the trails, but I can't find a trace here." Asidaka sat upright, hoping that the pimple monk would give him some advice.

The pimple monk scooped up a bowl of porridge, and then said slowly: "That's natural, please look over there." ”

Asidaka followed the pimple monk's gaze to the other end of the forest, which was littered with ruins and remnants of ashes.

"When I came here before, it was a village. It could be because of floods or mudslides...... A lot of people must have died. The pimple monk explained that although the pimple monk's words were cryptic, Asidaka could also know that the village was not destroyed because of mudslides or floods.

"War has brought people down one by one, dying of disease and starvation, so the world is full of resentful spirits." The pimple monk took another piece of miso out of his bag, scooped a small piece with a spoon, and put it in his bowl and stirred it.

"If you want to talk about demons, this world is originally demons." The sarcasm in the pimple monk's words was so mocking that Asshitaka couldn't tell whether he was talking about a real demon or a man-made "demon".

After the pimple monk stirred the miso evenly, he scooped up a spoonful of porridge with a spoon and handed it into his mouth, and the deliciousness of the miso porridge made the pimple monk full of praise: "Well, it's delicious, it's delicious." ”

It's not that miso porridge is delicious, in fact, in this world, some of them are already good to eat. Even rotten tree bark and grass roots, as long as they can be eaten, those poor people will definitely think that they are peerless and delicious.

The same is true of miso porridge, and a pimple monk who is accustomed to a poor life says that eating some is the greatest happiness.

Asidaka looked at the pimple monk who was eating, and when he thought of the two people he had just killed by mistake, Asdidaka felt a trace of guilt in his heart.

"I shouldn't have been here, and I killed two people by mistake." Although Asidaka felt a little guilty, after all, he killed the wicked.

"Ah, thanks to you for saving the poor monk, please give me the bowl. Eat first, people always have to die, it's just a matter of time or night. The pimple monk didn't care about such a trivial matter at all, and just passed it with a haha.

Asidaka handed the red porcelain bowl he was carrying to the pimple monk, who took it and sighed in surprise: "Oh? This bowl is exquisite. ”

The pimple monk scooped up the porridge and poured it into Asidaka's bowl, and said, "When I see you, I think of the ancient inhabitants in the ancient books. ”

"At the end of the east, riding a red deer and holding a stone arrowhead, the brave Ezo clan."

Asidaka held the bowl and looked at the pimple monk, then lowered his head and ate the porridge with chopsticks.

After eating a bowl of porridge, the pimple monk scooped up a bowl of porridge again, and persuaded Asidaka: "Nothing is as important as eating. Ah, I heard it from my master. ”

"Come, your food, eat quickly." The pimple monk put down his chopsticks and gestured to Ashitaka.

Asdidaka took out the iron ball from his bosom that caused the boar to turn into a demon god, and asked the pimple monk, "Have you ever seen anything like this?" ”

The pimple monk stopped eating, raised his head and looked at the iron ball in Ashidaka's hand, and then directly clamped the iron ball with his chopsticks.

"This is ......," the pimple monk asked.

Asidaka replied: "What was taken from the boar's body, this is what gave the great boar a fatal wound." ”

The pimple monk looked at the iron ball with chopsticks for a few times, then handed it back to Asidaka, and then continued to eat porridge with chopsticks that had been clamped with the iron ball.

After a while, the pimple monk said to Ashitaka: "From here, go all the way to the west, and in the deep mountains, there is a dense forest that is rarely inhabited—the Forest of Mountain Beast Gods. ”

"Forest of Mountain Beast Gods?" Asidaka asked.

"I heard that the beasts there are very large, and they have been living there since ancient times." After the pimple monk finished speaking, he continued to spoon the porridge, and the original pot full of porridge had begun to bottom out.

"However, there have been rumors lately that dangerous ghosts are starting to haunt the area." The pimple monk put down the porridge and said solemnly to Asidaka.

"[Ghost with a knife]?" Asidaka had heard similar rumors before.

"It's said to be very dangerous, so it's best to be careful if you want to pass by." After speaking, the pimple monk picked up the porridge again and continued to eat.

Asidaka also silently picked up the bowl and continued to eat.

Dinner was over quickly. Ashidaka and the pimple monk slept on the ground in the suburbs.

The next day, before dawn, Ashitaka silently led Yakelu forward, and the seemingly sleeping pimple monk opened one eye, looked at Ashitaka in the distance, and said as expected: "Sure enough, I went to ......."

Immediately ignored Asidaka, curled up in a ball and went back to sleep.