The monk limped outside, the cold wind was cold, whistling and rolling the snowflakes and scattering them around.

"Don't pretend to be forced, pretend to be forced to be struck by lightning. After all, I'm still young and ignorant. Don't understand this? Be low-key, low-key, low-key. Do you understand? The monk looked like a wise man, pointing to the two-headed monster baby lying motionless in the snow and instructed earnestly.

It's like teaching a lesson to an ignorant bear child in his own family.

At this time, if the two-headed monster baby is still conscious, and when he hears the monk's words, he is afraid that he will have to jump out of the coffin even if he dies.

It's just that the two-headed monster baby in the snow has shrunk into a small ball, which is particularly conspicuous against the white snow.

The monk wrapped the two-headed monster baby in a robe, and piled up all the magic weapons that could be used on his body to suppress evil spirits and ward off evil spirits.

The monk placed the two-headed monster baby beside him and began to meditate cross-legged. The night's fighting method has already made the monk's Buddha power to the point of running out of oil and drying up. At this time, a lonely ghost is also afraid that the monk will not have the strength to deal with it.

From time to time, there was a beeping explosion sound in the firewood pile, and the beating flames were reflected on the monk's face, flickering and dimming, with warmth and hope.

Early the next morning, when the generals showed a glimmer of light, Zhao Heitie got up and rushed to Ling Dajun's house. Want to see how last night's battle turned out? If the monster wins, it doesn't matter what heavy snow closes the mountain, it is important to flee with his wife and children immediately. If the monk wins, then everyone will be happy.

It's just that what makes Zhao Heitiehu suspicious is that, according to what the monk said, it should have been dark last night? Why did I sleep all night, and why didn't I hear anything other than the whirring wind?

Yesterday, according to the monk's instructions, he smashed the ice in the stream in the village before midnight to let the water of the stream flow.

It wasn't until he saw the monk by the fire with his own eyes that Zhao Heitie's hanging heart was put into his chest. greeted with a flattering smile, "Master, sure enough, the mana is profound." Even such a fierce ghost can be subdued, it is really the reincarnation of the Bodhisattva, and the Buddha is born. ”

The monk slowly opened his eyes, pressed his hand against Village Chief Zhao who was patting his ass, and looked behind Village Chief Zhao with a pair of small eyes, and the disappointment on his face was unobstructed, "Where's breakfast?" Thanks to the monk, I thought that you were a smart village chief, the poor monk had been fighting with this evil ghost all night, and his physical strength had long been exhausted, and now he was hungry with his chest against his back, and his eyes were full of gold stars. You didn't bring breakfast? ”

Looking for the village chief, an old face turned red, and he hurriedly replied: "Master, where is it?" I'm going to go back and prepare. I was also worried about your safety, master, so I rushed over in a hurry, and breakfast was prepared early in the morning. ”

So saying, he turned and trotted back to get breakfast. The steps were extremely brisk, and there was only one jump or three jumps.

The monk looked down at the two-headed monster baby beside him again. Both heads were sleeping soundly, and saliva was still dripping from the corners of their mouths. The pink little hand clenched into a small fist. Just like any normal baby.

The monk was fascinated by it, and he didn't know when Ling Dajun woke up, but at this time, he had already knelt in front of him with a "plop", kowtowed and begged: "Master, please be merciful." Let my son go. He had just been born. I will teach him well in the future and teach him the principles of life. I'm just a farmer. But I have never done anything bad in my life, and I will teach him well so that he will not become bad. Please, Master. ”

"Amitabha." The monk sighed and stretched out his hand to block Ling Dajun's kowtow.

"It's not that the poor monk refuses to let go of this baby, it's just that the country is easy to change, and the nature is difficult to change. If you leave him alone, you know how many people in the world will die because of him. He's no ordinary baby, he has a demon inside him, you know better than I do. ”

The monk's eyes swept over the dark brown corpse in the corner.

Ling Dajun sat on the ground with a sloppy look in his eyes as if he had been killed by thunder, and muttered, "Do you want me to watch my son die with my own eyes?" I can't do it, I can't do it......"

Ling Dajun cried and grabbed the monk's robe, shouting: "If you want to kill, kill me, exchange my life for my son's life." Don't all monks have good intentions? Please, kill me and let my son go......"

"Uh-huh...... Uh-huh......"

The baby's loud cry echoed through the room, as if in response to Ling Dajun's sadness.

The monk was taken aback, and hurriedly took the two-headed monster baby into his arms, and his eyes were covered with a trace of Buddha light.

Looking at the baby's mind, there is chaos. It's exactly like a normal newborn baby. Could it be that the two-headed monster baby in front of him is already a human at this time?

At this time, the head that was born was closed, and there was no breathing, no independent thoughts, but the appearance was that of a head, just like hands and feet.

Exiting the inner vision, the monk asked anxiously: "Are the two heads of this child alive before?" ”

Ling Dajun was taken aback by the monk's sudden question, and nodded blankly, "Yes." It's just that these two heads are not the same, one is mild, and the other is evil. Anyway, they always come and go, and I don't know very well. ”

"There is also the fact that this child cried once after birth, and today is the second time he cried." Ling Dajun added.

The monk frowned, as if the monk was uncomfortable, the child in his arms kept writhing, looking at the monk grinning with clear eyes, a pair of fleshy little hands, stretched out of the swaddling clothes, as if he wanted to touch the monk's bald head, maybe in the eyes of the child, the round bald head in front of him was just a braised egg? Or a ball?

The monk pouted and gently teased the baby in his arms, and the baby responded with a giggle. The monk suddenly remembered the master's words before he died: good and evil are only in a thought.

So the monk made a decision, he wanted to keep the child.

"I have a relationship with this child and want to take this child as an apprentice, you see?" The monk asked at Ling Dajun.

Ling Dajun first looked stunned, then surprised, and said, "Is what the master said true?" ”

The monk replied: "The monks don't speak. ”

Ling Dajun's expression was a little worried and asked, "Then can my son still get married in the future?" He's our Ling family's one-handed ......."

The monk secretly slandered himself, your son TM has grown into this virtue, do you think which girl will be blind enough to marry your son?

On his face, he said in a deep voice: "It's just a named disciple, it doesn't affect it." ”

Ling Dajun was overjoyed, said thank you repeatedly, and finally asked again: "Is the master going to take my son away?" ”

The monk glanced at Ling Dajun, the farmer in front of him, in his thirties, with a thick look of tiredness on his dark face.

"Not for the time being, I'll pick up the child when he turns nine."

Ling Dajun thanked him again. The monk finally calmed Ling Dajun and ordered: "You go to the door to guard, since your son is already my apprentice, as a teacher, give him a creation, as a meeting gift." ”

With a look of gratitude, Ling Dajun walked to the door and guarded. It's like a door god who came out of a New Year's painting.

The monk put the two-headed monster baby on the bed, untied all the clothes on the baby's body, revealing a fleshy body, and the baby bit his fingers, and saliva flowed everywhere.

The monk nodded lightly at the baby's little JJ with a wicked taste, and nodded with satisfaction, "This is up to me." ”

The baby didn't recognize his birth, and let the monk toss, looking curiously with his eyes open, and occasionally giggling.

The monk took out a dagger from his arms, and the tail of the dagger was carved with a statue of the Buddha, which was dark blue, and it looked like something of age.

The monk pulled out the scabbard, revealing a sharp blade glowing with a cold light.

The two-headed monster baby seemed to sense that the atmosphere was wrong, and his mouth was curled, and he looked at the monk aggrievedly, with tears in his eyes.

The monk patted the baby's belly and said softly: "Good girl, I will give you a small operation for the teacher, so that you can marry a daughter-in-law in the future, okay?" ”

Xu scratched the itch, and the baby's small fleshy legs were cocked, giggling.

The monk silently recited the mantra, raised the knife in his hand, and saw a flash of cold light, and saw the partial head of the two-headed monster baby being separated from the neck.

The strange thing is that except for a scar, the wound only oozes a trace of red blood.

The monk took out another talisman, clamped it on his fingertip and shook it, the talisman spontaneously combusted without fire, and when the talisman burned out, the monk gathered the burned ashes together and applied it to the baby's wound. Soon the wound began to heal.

The head that rolled to the side drivelled down at a strange speed after leaving the main body, turning into a black ball the size of a fist.

The monk carefully put the head in the box and placed it next to Li Juying's corpse. After reciting the "Mantra of Death" a few more times, Ling Dajun and Zhao Heitie, who came to deliver food, entered the house.

"Ling Dajun, go back and bury your wife with that box." The monk ordered as he ate the noodles.

Ling Dajun walked to the swaddling clothes and looked at his sleeping son, his heart warmed and tears welled up in his eyes. It's just that I'm suddenly stunned, what about that partial head? Where did it go?

I had to ask in a trembling voice, "Master? ”

The monk drank the last mouthful of soup, burped with satisfaction, and said: "The poor monk accepts apprentices, the requirements are too high, if you accept a two-headed monster, you will be laughed at by the people in the rivers and lakes." So, this is the creation I send to my apprentices. ”

"Besides, one day is a teacher, and a lifetime is a father. In the future, if this kid pesters me and says that I won't marry him a daughter-in-law, then won't I be blamed to death? ”

The monk put his hands behind his back, performed the dragonfly water light gong longitudinal technique, and disappeared into the vast snow in a chic and elegant manner. After the incident, the clothes are gone, and the merit and fame are hidden.

He left behind two mouths that could be stuffed with eggs.

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"I'll be back in nine years."