Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Fat One Doesn't Return
Jun Mubai seemed to fall into a deep sleep again, ignoring Luo Wushuang for a long time, Luo Wushuang walked out, and cast a lotus bloom to go up this distance of nearly 100 meters Luo Wushuang stabilized his body with the flying city nail, and stepped forward steadily, Luo Wushuang climbed too concentrated, so that when he was still one meter away from the land, he found that there was a person hanging above his head.
The person who came sat on the edge of the cliff, his eyes were firmly fixed on Luo Wushuang who was climbing up, a curious look appeared on his round face, Luo Wushuang scolded in his heart: Damn, why did I see people in the last step, should I go up or down?
The big monk in the yellow robe looked at Luo Wushuang frozen in mid-air, and the expression on his face became richer and richer, Luo Wushuang finally couldn't hold on, no matter how much he went up, Luo Wushuang's heart was horizontal, and he continued to climb up.
The big monk in the yellow robe looked at Luo Wushuang, who was getting closer and closer to him, and suddenly stretched out his hand, Luo Wushuang couldn't tell whether the person was friend or foe, and when he saw that such a big monk had a move in his hand, he thought he was going to make a move on himself, and the Feicheng nail was nailed up fiercely, and the big monk was scared to a butt pier, and he was spared by retreating his hand so back.
Luo Wushuang took advantage of the space where the other party was stunned, turned over to the land, landed behind the big monk in a yellow robe, and pressed the dagger against the neck of the big monk, which seemed so stupid that the big monk stopped doing it now, crying a handful of snot and tears, and whined: "Didn't I just because I was scolded by the abbot for stealing steamed buns, and I wanted to come to the cliff to sit and breathe, why did I do this to me?"
Luo Wushuang couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, but he didn't dare to relax his vigilance, and opened his mouth to ask: "Speak well, otherwise it will be unknown if there will be another ghost on the dagger." ”
The great monk was so frightened by Luo Wushuang that he didn't dare to cry anymore, so he had to choke up and say: "Donor, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot."
"You're a monk?" Luo Wushuang asked.
"Am I too fat to look like it?" The great monk was clear at this time, and then said: "Actually, I am really a great monk who eats fasting and twisting beads!" You can't just say I'm not like me just because I'm fat!"
Luo Wushuang burst out laughing, then coughed slightly, cleared his throat and said, "Then what is your Dharma name, why do you leave a good temple and go to this wilderness?"
"My name is no return, Jialan Temple is on the big mountain to the south, I will go down the mountain to breathe, donor, you see, the dilapidated temple is our previous temple." As he spoke, he turned around, and Luo Wushuang also hurriedly changed his posture so as not to cut the great monk, but the dagger was still tightly attached to the great monk's neck.
Luo Wushuang looked at the dilapidated temple like a haunted temple, the plaque was indeed signed with the three big words 'Jialan Temple', the great monk introduced the Jialan Temple with a concentrated face, Luo Wushuang looked at this stupid big monk really didn't look like a bad guy, but he didn't dare to trust anyone easily now, and flicked the pill in his hand into the big monk's mouth while the big monk was still talking.
The fat monk chewed unsuspectingly, smashed it and said, "Donor, what did you give me to eat?" Sweet and cool"
"Poison." Luo Wushuang didn't have a good airway, and confirmed that this was just a fat monk with no heart in front of him, so he took the dagger back.
After hearing this, the fat monk hurriedly went to grab his throat, where is there any use. He sat on the ground with a bitter face, his two fat legs constantly sweeping on the ground, and muttering: "I didn't expect to go to see the Buddha so soon." ”
Luo Wushuang shook her head helplessly, what she had just invested was not a poison, it was just an ordinary cooling pill. She squatted down and comforted: "Fat monk, if you help me do a few things, how about I help you detoxify?"
Hearing this, he knew that things were still going to turn around, he hesitated for a while, lowered his head and tugged at his patched robe, and said, "Bugui will not do those things that hurt nature and reason and harm living beings." ”
"Don't worry, just help me go to the old Jialan Temple over there and tie this rope." Luo Wushuang raised the rope in his hand.
"It's that simple?" Bugui raised his face, and a snot flowed slowly and inappropriately, and it looked like it was about to enter his mouth. Luo Wushuang frowned and avoided without a trace. Suddenly, he took a sharp breath, and the snot obediently penetrated into his nostrils as if he had received a feeling.
Luo Wushuang was still stunned by this disgusting scene, but he had already stood up like a 'dead and come back to life', patted the dust on his buttocks, and ran towards Jialan Temple with a rope, he roared: "Donor, you can't go back!"
After Na Bugui entered the temple, he quickly found the rope, but he was untied and thrown on the ground at random, and he waved vigorously to Luo Wushuang, wanting to ask her which pillar she was tied to. But Luo Wushuang misunderstood what he meant, thinking that the rope had been tied, and jumped over.
Seeing that it was not good, it was too late to stop it, Luo Wushuang had already disappeared on the edge of the cliff, and he screamed and threw himself on the fast-moving rope with all his strength, and finally grabbed the little tail of the rope. He clung to the rope tightly and made a few quick circles around his arm.
Even this is useless, he is still moving slowly, but this fat body that does not return is not a vegetarian, and the big belly of the non-returning is on the threshold of the Jialan Temple, and he finally did not move for half a minute, he patted his stomach and smirked. However, the pride did not last long, and the rope began to move slowly again, and became more and more intense.
The reason is that Luo Wushuang has already taken Jun Mubai to slowly climb up, which is not as easy as when he came down, and Luo Wushuang is also struggling to climb. On the other hand, even the threshold could not stop him from moving forward, and when the big belly passed through the threshold, it almost killed him. He didn't give up and clasped the threshold with his foot, but in the next second, only two small arcs of comedy were left on the threshold.
The crisp sound of the wood crumbling shattered the last trace of hope, and he cried bitterly while holding the rope: "Buddha bless! The Buddha must be"
On such a rampage along the way, he didn't find anything that could be solidified, either too light or too far, seeing that he was about to reach the edge of the cliff, it happened that Luo Wushuang and Jun Mubai were only about ten meters away from the land.
Luo Wushuang looked at the non-return who showed his head on the edge of the cliff, and had an ominous premonition in his heart, and sure enough, he also saw Luo Wushuang, he forced out a smile that was more ugly than crying, and waved his hand: "Donor"
Before the words were finished, the two of them fell down, and Luo Wushuang hurriedly shouted: "Hold on to the rope, don't wave your hand to me!"
With tears in his eyes, he nodded aggrievedly, Luo Wushuang was also hurrying to climb up, but this did not change the situation of the three of them, and he saw that half of his body was about to stretch out of the cliff. And Luo Wushuang is still five meters away from the land, Luo Wushuang knows that this is not the way, she took out the dagger and planned to cut off the rope connection between Jun Mubai and her, leaving Jun Mubai to go up, she is not sick, and with the Feicheng nail, there is a chance of survival, but it is very small.
Jun Mubai opened his eyes slightly, and his hand covered Luo Wushuang's hand and shook his head. Luo Wushuang pulled his hand out, Jun Mubai was so weak that he had no power to resist, and he passed out again.
Naturally, he saw Luo Wushuang's movements, and he was about to fall, so he turned a thousand words into a sentence: "Help!!!!"