"Let's go, let's see what's going on."

As Chen Qiang spoke, he and Xue Tong went in the direction where the bell came from.

Along the way, they saw dozens of bloody corpses hanging from the air by ropes on the mountain path, and these bloody corpses roared at the same time when they saw Chen Qiang and Xue Tong, struggling to come down.

It's just that the rope that binds these bloody corpses is that old-fashioned hemp rope, and the bloody corpses are hung in the air, and they can't exert their strength at all.

Occasionally, two bloody corpses forcibly pulled their arms off, making a gesture to pounce on them.

Seeing this situation, Chen Qiang was so frightened that he shouted and hurriedly raised the rifle in his hand, aiming at the bloody corpse and about to shoot.

Before he could shoot, a stick stretched out from the side of the mountain road and hit the gun, so powerful that even Chen Qiang, an old Jianghu who was fighting on the streets when he was young, almost couldn't hold a rifle.

Almost out of his hand, Chen Qiang hurriedly looked in the direction where the stick was coming.

At this glance, I saw the blades of grass swaying on the side of the road, and followed by a little monk with a scar on his head and clear eyebrows.

Chen Qiang, who was just about to fight back, saw the little monk and sighed, he has grown so big, it is the first time he has seen a living monk outside of a TV series, so that everyone was stunned.

The little monk walked out, holding an eyebrow stick, and made a worship ceremony to Chen Qiang with one hand in front of him, bending down and being pious and polite: "Amitabha, this benefactor, why are you attacking these poor people?" ”

In a word, Chen Qiang was stunned and turned his head to look at Xue Tong.

Xue Tong was also puzzled: "What did you just say?" ”

The little monk still had a calm expression just now: "Why are you attacking these poor people? ”

At this moment, Xue Tong and Chen Qiang couldn't figure it out, and the two of them stretched out their fingers at the same time and pointed to the bloody corpses hanging in the air: "It's not the little monk (little master), you say these are people?" ”

The little monk nodded, walked to the bloody corpses that broke their arms, retied the ropes, and buried the severed arms of the bloody corpses on the spot, with their backs to the bloody corpses: "My Buddha is merciful, these monsters are all changed from people, although they are hideous and feed on the living, but it is not impossible for them to change back." The reason why they are so thirsty for killing is entirely because they are obsessed with demons, as long as they chant sutras and recite Buddha for them every day, I believe that these donors will become human again. ”

The corners of Chen Qiang's mouth twitched and turned his head to look at Xue Tong: "I feel like I'm watching a movie for Mao?" ”

Xue Tong also nodded: "I feel this way too." ”

"Tsk, little monk, you don't understand, you haven't seen the power of these bloody corpses, once they become bloody corpses, they can't turn back into people, you get out of the way, I'll beat these bloody corpses to death."

Chen Qiang said, raising his rifle again.

Swish.

With a sound of wind, the little monk hit the Qi Mei stick in his hand, and pressed Chen Qiang's rifle again.

At this moment, Chen Qiang was stunned, because the speed and strength of the little monk in front of him completely exceeded Chen Qiang's expectations.

That is, the blood corpse can have such strength and speed, the difference is that the blood corpse has no thoughts, no skills, and no dodge, so it looks easy to kill.

For a while, Chen Qiang couldn't help but look at the little monk in surprise.

The little monk still apologized and was harmonious: "My Buddha is merciful, donor, please don't hurt them." ”

The corners of Chen Qiang's mouth couldn't help twitching.

Xue Tong saw that things were not harmonious, and hurriedly pressed Chen Qiang's hand: "Okay, okay, we won't hurt, we won't hurt, but little master, who told you what you said just now?" How do you believe that just by chanting sutras and chanting Buddha, these bloody corpses can be transformed back into human beings? ”

A look of reverence appeared on the calm face of the little monk: "These are all said by the little monk's respected teacher, whether it is the blood corpse in your mouth or the monster in the mouth of the teacher, in fact, it is essentially the same, it is all changed by people." When a person has negative emotions such as violence and negativity in his chest, he will become these hideous monsters. Chanting sutras and reciting Buddhas is just to remove the violence in their hearts and make them become human again. ”

Chen Qiang looked at Xue Tong, and said in his heart, don't say it, what this little monk said is not much different from Yin Xinyi's set, but there is a lack of N cells.

Xue Tong knew what Chen Qiang meant, and also nodded.

After the little monk saluted the two of them with his hands folded, he turned around and went to the hanging bloody corpse to begin to check, and when he saw that there were traces of loose ropes, he went over and tightened them again.

Walking through dozens of man-eating monsters, this little monk was fearless and not afraid at all.

Chen Qiang stood on the periphery and shouted loudly: "Alas, little monk, can I ask you something?" ”

The little monk stopped what he was doing and turned back: "Donor, please ask." ”

"Do you live on this mountain?"

The little monk nodded: "Yes, there is a Pure Heart Temple halfway up this mountain, and the little monk practices in the mountain temple." In the temple, in addition to the elder Fa Ming, who presided over the master, counting the poor monks, there were also fourteen brothers and sisters. ”

Chen Qiang sighed and complained to Xue Tong: "I feel more and more that this little monk is talking like a crossover." ”

Xue Tong: "···"

Chen Qiang asked again: "The little monk, do you know where there is a water source near here?" My companion was wounded and needed water to treat his wound so he could be bandaged. ”

The little monk was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then stopped his hand, turned his head and walked in front of Chen Qiang, and looked at Xue Tong: "This donor, are you injured?" ”

Xue Tong: "Well, it's not me. ”

Chen Qiang also hurriedly said: "It's not this, my injured companion is at the bottom of the mountain." ”

The little monk glanced in the direction of the bottom of the mountain, and then set off to go down the mountain.

When Chen Qiang saw it, he was very puzzled and asked the little monk what he was doing.

The little monk turned around, compassionate and compassionate: "The little monk has studied medical skills with the respected teacher, and he doesn't dare to say that the flesh and bones of the living dead are white, but some small injuries are still fine." I also troubled two people to help guide the way and take the little monk to have a look. ”

The corners of Chen Qiang's mouth twitched, and he said in his heart that talking to this little monk can tire people to death.

But since the little monk said so, Chen Qiang has no other way, so take the lead.

The two who went up the mountain to look for water did not find water, but found a monk, who could only lead him down the mountain.

When he was on the road, Chen Qiang couldn't stay idle, chatted with the little monk, and learned the name of the little monk.

He doesn't even know the common name of the little monk, because he has been raised by his master Fa Ming since he can remember.

In his master's words, it snowed heavily that year, and his master heard the sound of a baby crying in the trash can, found the newborn little monk, took him back to the temple, and named the little monk Yi Nian.

In other words, the little monk is actually an orphan.

Chen Qiang listened with interest and asked how old he was this year.

Yi Nian thought for a moment, "I'm not sure, but it's been seventeen years since Master brought me back to the temple. ”

Chen Qiang nodded, that is only seventeen or eighteen years old.

"Speaking of which, little monk, don't you have any thoughts about your own life experience? Don't you hate your parents for throwing you in the trash? Chen Qiang asked curiously.

If this is put on ordinary people, if you ask this, it will be to find fault and fight, but Yi Nian has no mind about this kind of thing, and he also answered Chen Qiang very patiently.

"Amitabha, everything has a cause and there must be an effect, since the little monk is so miserable in this life, it must be something that hurts the heavens and reason in the previous life, so my Buddha punished me for upholding the practice in this life."

Chen Qiang couldn't help pouting: "You bald donkeys are funny when you talk, and your Buddha punishes you for upholding your practice in this life, if you don't want to, who can press your head and let you chant Buddha?" ”

Chen Qiang said the bald donkey in front of Yi Nian, and Xue Tong was so panicked that Xue Tong hurriedly gave him a look.

Chen Qiang, who realized it later, realized that he had said the wrong thing, and looked at him embarrassedly: "What, I'm not scolding you, don't get me wrong." ”

Yi Nian smiled: "As a monk, if the little monk can't tolerate any bad words here, then he can't be considered a monk." ”

Chen Qiang blinked: "Little monk, isn't it very hard to be a monk?" I watch TV dramas that say you can't break the vows or anything, is it true? ”

Yi Nian nodded: "I can't talk about hard work, these are all necessary practices in the process of cultivating the mind, as for the TV series, I have never watched it, and I don't know what is going on above." ”

Chen Qiang shrugged: "That's really hard enough." ”

One thought: "···"

All the way down the mountain, soon, down the barren mountain.