The old monk didn't seem to see the purgatory-like killing scene in the temple at this time, folded his hands, nodded at Huang Shaohong, and walked in.

The little monk behind him, trembling, also followed, facing Huang Shaohong from a distance, sticking to the wall to a dry place on the other side of the hall, after putting down his luggage and umbrella, he greeted:

"Master, it's clean here, come here and rest!"

Huang Shaohong saw that the place in the mountain temple was quite clean at this time, and immediately raised the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "That's where I rest!" ”

"You ......" The little monk just wanted to argue, but when he remembered that this person was the murderer, he immediately cowered and didn't dare to speak, and moved his salute to the side, which was considered to be soft.

After the old monk entered the temple, he looked around in the mountain temple by the half-candlelight left by the bandit, and then recited the Buddha's name, took out a small hoe from under the white monk's robe, and instructed the little monk:

"Ten directions, dust to dust to dust, go and bury these corpses behind the mountain temple!"

The little monk who was called the Ten Directions, although he was holding an umbrella when he pushed the door in, the night outside was dark and cold, the wind and rain were strong, and a lot of rain was splashed on his face, and his cold face was pale without half a bit of blood, and he couldn't see his original appearance clearly.

After the little monk wiped off the rain and relieved himself in the temple for a while, Huang Shaohong finally saw his original appearance and found that he was eight or nine points similar to the actor surnamed Liang on Hong Kong Island.

At this time, hearing the old monk call the little monk 'Shifang', Huang Shaohong's eyes couldn't help but move, and he finally confirmed his guess that this world should be the world he thought.

The little monk who was called the 'Ten Directions', when he heard that the master asked him to dispose of the corpse, his face was bitter, and he stepped forward to take the hoe in the master's hand and discussed:

"Master, now that the night is dark and windy, and it's raining outside, why don't you bury it tomorrow morning?"

The old monk shook his head and said, "Don't go quickly, remember to put together all these corpses and let them be buried in the ground." ”

"Oh......" The little monk of the Ten Directions looked even more bitter when he heard this, with a hundred reluctance on his face, and discussed: "Master, the back of the temple is too back, why don't you bury it in front of the temple?" ”

The old monk glared at his apprentice: "Have you ever seen a tomb buried in front of the temple?" Are you afraid that you will not attract the wrath of the gods, and let the souls of these people fly away, and bring harm to their descendants? ”

He glared, Shifang immediately coaxed, 'oh', turned his head to look at Huang Shaohong, and then turned his head to the old monk's ear and said:

"Master, this person is not like a good person, you should be careful of the Golden Buddha!"

The old monk's face remained unchanged, and he said softly: "Talk less and do more!" ”

After he finished speaking, he pointed to the several zombie corpses on the ground that were cut off by Huang Shaohong and said:

"These two female corpses are too resentful, I'm afraid they are not alive, first put them in front of the temple and wait for tomorrow morning to find firewood to burn them, be careful when carrying them, don't get blood stains on them!"

Huang Shaohong glanced at the old monk in surprise, and said in his heart that this old monk has two hits.

After the old monk explained clearly, he found a clean corner, crossed his knees, and began to recite the scriptures, with a sad look on his face, facing the corpse on the ground, it is estimated that he may be reciting the Buddha's 'mantra of the past life', a spell scripture dedicated to transcending the soul.

Huang Shaohong was bored when he heard this, held Yitian Sword in his arms, lit a cigar, leaned against the temple door, and leisurely watched the little monk of Shifang carry the corpse back and forth.

Although the little monk of Shifang didn't recognize what the cigar was, seeing him so leisurely, thinking that these corpses were his masterpieces, he had to suffer himself, and he suddenly became angry.

wanted to open his mouth to complain about something, but he always thought of the scene he saw when he pushed open the temple door and turned back, looked at Huang Shaohong a few times, gritted his teeth and swallowed back the words of complaint, and continued to work.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and by the time the ten directions were done, the already damp monk's robe had been completely soaked by the rain, and it kept dripping water.

After closing the temple door again, the monk of the ten directions took off the monk's robe and twisted it vigorously, although it was still damp, but it was much better than the dripping situation just now.

Just as he was about to put the damp monk's robe back on, suddenly a cotton robe was handed to him, and Shifang looked up and saw that it was the person who made him afraid and angry with the clothes.

Huang Shaohong saw Shifang's complicated eyes, and chuckled: "Little monk, it's time to catch a cold in wet clothes, I just happen to have dry clothes here, so I'll give them to you." ”

Shifang looked at the dry cotton robe, his expression was quite moved, and when he hesitated, he heard his master say:

"Since this benefactor asked you to wear it, you can put it on, and the monks eat a hundred meals and wear a hundred clothes, so you don't need to be polite too much!"

Although the old monk's face was indifferent when he spoke, he still looked at Huang Shaohong with some surprise in his eyes, because with his eyesight, he couldn't see where the other party took out the clothes.

Hearing this, Shiwan was overjoyed, and after thanking Huang Shaohong, he reached out and took the robe and put it on his body.

Huang Shaohong smiled at the old monk: "The master can see it!" ”

The old monk bowed his head to Huang Shaohong and said: "I don't think the donor is like a great evil person, but the evil spirit on his body is easy to dispel, and he needs to accumulate virtue and do good deeds in the future, so as to avoid karma in the future!" ”

The little monk Shifang listened to what his master said, his face was bitter, and he remembered Huang Shaohong's previous appearance of being alone with a sword, and there were corpses all over him, afraid that he would be annoyed and angry, so he immediately laughed and whispered:

"My master is old, his brain is not good, he talks about playing, don't mind!"

Huang Shaohong ignored the ten directions, but smiled with the old monk: "Master Jinyu's good words, you should keep it in mind when you make up your mind!" ”

"But today's master is misunderstood, the people I killed just now are some bandits, it is said that they are chasing an old and a young monk with gold, all the way from Jinhua, and after seeing it, he wanted to commit murder, speaking of which, I still suffered on behalf of others!"

The little monk of the ten directions was taken aback: "Isn't that chasing me......"

"Shifang, go and wipe the statue of the mountain god clean!"

The old monk opened his mouth to interrupt the apprentice's words, and nodded at Huang Shaohong again: "Jin Yuliang can't talk about it, I just hope that the donor will do less killing, and the poor monk will have immeasurable merit!" ”

Huang Shaohong sneered, shook his head, and did not speak.

Shifang knew that he was speechless, stuck out his tongue, walked over and found a rag from his bag, went outside to wet it with rainwater, and went to wipe the idol himself.

However, he was working in his hands, but his mouth was idle, and he asked, "Master, don't we Buddhism worship Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and arhats, what are we doing by wiping this statue!" ”

The old monk stood up, folded his hands and bowed twice to the statue of the mountain god, and then explained to his apprentice:

"The mountain god and the land, although they belong to the ghost road and yin god, but they guard one side, and they belong to the ghost god of fortune.

100,000 nodded ignorantly: "I know Master!" ”

"Hey......" After Huang Shaohong finished saying that paragraph with the old monk just now, he clearly saw the angry statue of the mountain god and showed a kind smile.

When he blinked and looked again, the smile was gone, and the idol was still the same.

Huang Shaohong thought about opening the door and trampling on the cigar still on the ground, then took out three incense sticks from his bag and lit them, walked to the statue, inserted them in the dilapidated incense burner, and bowed respectfully a few times according to the Taoist rituals.

Although he inherited the great shaman inheritance, he studied the scriptures in Wudang Mountain for a period of time in the 'Dragon and Snake World', and was favored by Lao Tzu, and thought that he was a Taoist in his heart.

Whether it is the mountain god or the land, they are all the yin gods in the Daomen, and there is no reason for a monk to worship, but he is indifferent.

After worshipping, seeing that Shifang had already wiped the idol of the god, he also bowed to the statue, and then walked to the old monk's side, took out two dry and hard steamed buns from the luggage, handed one to the old monk, and the master and apprentice took it in their hands and gnawed on it.

Shifang smiled a little proudly: "I'm sorry donor, we have the last two steamed buns left, but I can't invite you to enjoy them together!" ”

"Ten directions!"

The old monk glared at the apprentice, and then said to Huang Shaohong: "If the donor has never used the rice, the poor monk will ask the donor to eat this steamed bun!" As he spoke, he was about to hand over the steamed buns.

Huang Shaohong looked at the steamed bun in the old monk's hand, and suddenly there were two tooth marks that had been bitten, and there were red blood stains on the tooth marks, and he couldn't help but feel sick to his stomach, is it bleeding gums? It's all like this, and it's still for others to eat, it's not disgusting!

Hurriedly refused: "No need master, I'll bring my own food!" ”

As he spoke, he walked behind the idol and took out an alcohol pot, along with a black pocket filled with hot pot ingredients such as mutton, fish balls, and dipping sauce.

The little monk of the Ten Directions widened his eyes: "I didn't have anything when I wiped the statue just now, where did you put these things?" ”

Huang Shaohong smiled: "Maybe you didn't pay attention!" ”

He poured in the hot pot base and lit the alcohol pot, and after a while, the soup tumbled, and the strong aroma of the hot pot wafted out.

Shifang looked at the dry and hard steamed bun in his hand, and looked over here.

Huang Shaohong put mutton in the pot, and when the soup boiled again, the meat was cooked, and he took a bite with chopsticks and put it in his mouth, chewing while pretending to be sincere:

"Two masters, this is an authentic lamb meat, the meat is delicious and has no smell, if you don't dislike it, why don't you use it together?"

The little monk of the ten directions swallowed his saliva and forced a smile: "No...... No, we're monks..... Can't eat meat ......"

After saying a word, he swallowed saliva three times, which shows that the little monk's mouth is not right.

On the other hand, the old monk, his concentration is hundreds of times stronger than that of his apprentice, I saw him looking at his nose, nose and mouth, and asking his heart, and the eight winds did not move, and he said indifferently: "That's fine!" ”

As he spoke, he got up and sat cross-legged next to the pot, clasped his hands together and said, "Thank you, donor!" ”

He didn't even use chopsticks, he stretched out his hand like a pot, scooped up a piece of mutton in the boiling soup and put it in his mouth, chewed it and swallowed it in two bites.

Huang Shaohong and Shifang both looked at the old monk with a bewildered expression, and the former even asked: "Master, do you know about such an awesome thing as eating meat?" ”

The old monk fished out another piece of mutton and ate it, and said nonchalantly: "The wine and meat pass through, the Buddha sits in his heart, the people who cultivate Buddhism in my generation, the four are empty, this mutton is in the eyes of the poor monk, and the green vegetable steamed bun is no different." ”

Shifang's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he leaned over and sneered: "Does Master still say that, then I will eat ...... too"

The old monk's eyes widened, and he pointed to the churning mutton in the hot pot and asked, "What is this?" ”

Shifang replied inexplicably: "Mutton! ”

The old monk angrily reprimanded: "For the teacher, it is a steamed bun with green vegetables, but in your eyes, it is mutton, which proves that you have not cultivated to the realm of the four major emptiness, go to copy the Diamond Sutra ten times, and then recite the Great Compassion Mantra five thousand times!" ”

"Ah...... Master ......, "Shifang has a bitter face, you can eat it yourself."

The old monk chewed the slices of meat and shouted, "Don't go yet!" ”

"It's the master!"

Shifang responded, walked to the luggage aggrievedly, turned out a brush that was about to be bald, stained with the rainwater dripping in front of the temple gate, and wrote the Diamond Sutra on the floor tiles.

The monk nodded in satisfaction, muttered a few words and began to eat.

Huang Shaohong's ears were amazing, and he heard the words muttered by the old monk clearly, and suddenly there was a black line, and he heard the old monk say:

"I still want to grab meat from my master to eat, it's really unfilial!"

Huang Shaohong rolled his eyes, started to play tricks, and immediately pretended to accidentally sneeze, and the foaming stars suddenly turned into a rain of flowers and shone in the soup pot.

"I'm sorry, master, I may have caught a cold, and I couldn't hold back for a while!"

The old monk shook his head, and suddenly sneezed, and most of the stars flew all over the sky and fell into the pot, and then he was equally sorry:

"It seems that the poor monk is also catching a cold, donor, let's eat it quickly, this hot soup mutton, eat more and your body will be warm!" After saying that, the two of them were unaware of the foaming stars before them, and continued to fish for meat to eat.

Huang Shaohong was dumbfounded, hugged his fists and said: "The master is really a master, after serving, this pot of meat will be given to the master to enjoy, I have other food!" ”

As he spoke, he walked to Shifang's side, took out two vegetable buns and handed them to the little monk, and asked in a low voice, "Is your master usually so shameless?" ”

Shifang took the steaming bun in surprise, took a bite and his eyes lit up, listened to Huang Shaohong's question, secretly glanced at the master, and saw that the old monk was eating with his back to him, so he was relieved, and nodded vigorously to Huang Shaohong, which was regarded as answering his question.

"Copy the Diamond Sutra thirty times!"

The old monk didn't look back and directly increased the size, and the little monk of the ten directions suddenly glanced at Huang Shaohong with a bitter face, and then responded: "I know Master!" ”

After the three of them had dinner, the old monk returned to his place and sat with his eyes closed, and he burped from time to time when he was full of food and drink, and the smell of mutton made people wonder if the monk was a monk after all.

The monks of the ten directions who copied the "Diamond Sutra" 30 times with rain on the ground began to complete the recitation of the Great Compassion Mantra 5,000 times, and it is estimated that they will not be able to sleep this night.

Huang Shaohong held the Yitian Sword, leaned against the wall, closed his eyes and recuperated, he suddenly felt that the Great Compassion Mantra had a hypnotic effect, and casually reminded Shifang to make the volume slightly louder, in exchange for the latter's eyes full of resentment.

Outside, the wind and rain did not converge at all, but the wind and rain became heavier and heavier, and from time to time there were lightning shining across the sky, bringing rolling thunder.

'Bang Dang'

The temple door was blown open by the wind and rain, and the candle flame in the temple that was about to burn out was extinguished instantly.

Shifang hurriedly got up and went over to close the door, but at this time, through the open temple door, he suddenly saw a fiery red lightning in the distance meandering down from the nine heavens, and it was splitting on a mountain in the distance.

When the red lightning appeared, it instantly lit up the entire night sky, and then a thunder like a flood of bells and Dalu came, deafening at the same time, making the ground under his feet tremble with the thunder, so frightened that Shifang was stunned and retreated a few steps.

Huang Shaohong and the old monk opened their eyes at the same time and looked outside, they both felt that the moment the red lightning fell, there was a huge coercion spreading, and at the same time, there seemed to be a sharp roar in the thunder.

"Shifang, close the door!"

The old monk snorted lightly, and the little monk of the ten directions came back to his senses in an instant, and hurriedly closed the temple door.

At this time, on the mountain in the distance, red lightning fell from the sky one after another, and in the end, several streams were intertwined, which was terrifying.

Huang Shaohong and the old monk both got up and walked to the window, looking through the window lattice in the direction where the thunder fell.

Suddenly, the two of them shrank their eyes at the same time, and the moment the lightning lit up the night sky, they both saw a black light rise up from the top of the mountain, tossing up and down the Razer power grid.

Huang Shaohong was a little unsure, and asked the old monk, "Master, can you see ......?"

The old monk nodded: "It should be a mountain monster tragedy, I hope you don't come here!" ”

As soon as he had finished saying this, he saw the black light take a turn and come straight in this direction, and the red lightning that fell from the sky followed closely behind, slashing down one after another.

Huang Shaohong turned his head and said in admiration: "Master, this is the legendary crow's mouth, right?" ”

Where did the old monk still have time to quarrel with him, and immediately shouted: "Shifang, quickly bring the magic weapon for the teacher!" ”

But the black light is galloping, and in a blink of an eye, it has come closer, and where is the time.

The old monk directly took off the Buddhist beads around his neck and hung them on the door bolt, and folded his hands to recite his scriptures.

The black light came close and slammed straight into the temple gate, and at this critical moment, a white light rose from the temple door.

At the same time, the old monk's Buddha beads also shone with golden light, and the black light was suddenly blocked by two rays of light, one white and one gold, as if it was burned, and at the same time there were bursts of white smoke, and there was a miserable sound of 'squeak' in the black light.

The black light resisted for an instant, and then shot back, standing in the void more than ten zhang away in front of the temple, revealing the main body, but it was a red-eyed mouse the size of a wild boar, covered in pitch black, with sharp fangs.

The big rat erected two front paws with long and short dog legs to make a gesture of worship, and then even uttered a human saying: "Ask the mountain god to protect this experience, this king must be grateful!" ”

Huang Shaohong sneered in his heart, this mouse was in trouble when he asked for help, he was very angry, and there was a faint feeling of condescension, if he was a mountain god, he would not care about him.

Sure enough, after the rat's words, the white light in front of the door not only did not subside, but became brighter.