Chapter 5: The Great Monk with a Cigarette

The night is like ink, no moon, no stars, like a wind, coming from the nine heavens, blowing the remnant clouds, the shadows of the trees outside the grass temple, the shadows are more than enough, like ghosts. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhang Yinyuan didn't care about the strange eyes of the great monk Puzhi, and stuffed this strange prop into his empty hand without holding the rosary, and took out half a pack of crumpled cigarettes from his arms, and didn't care about the wound on the cheek that the smoke irritated, he asked the great monk to light the fire, took a deep breath, and made an appearance for the great monk.

In the temple, the bald old monk, the young man in sackcloth, sat on the ground, seemed to be chatting about something, the old monk glanced at the young man with strange eyes from time to time, turned his head, sighed, the young man's eyebrows danced, smashed his big mouth, smoked a cigarette from time to time, and waved his arms twice.

Outside the temple, there was no sound in the four fields, only the fierce wind and thunder all over the sky. The black clouds on the horizon rolled, like a demon quacking and laughing in the clouds.

A lightning bolt burst through the air, Pu Zhi stood up suddenly, didn't see any movement, was already standing at the door, raised his eyes to look at the sky, his frowning eyebrows gave him a more sympathetic feeling, I don't know what he saw, his nose opened slightly, exhaled a breath of turbidity, rose from the ground, and rushed out of the grass temple at the end, Zhang Yinyuan looked at Pu Zhi's back, his tongue stared at the front teeth, and the light in his eyes flowed (it seems that Cang Song is coming, I hope the old monk will talk to him for so long, let me live.) Thinking about it, he smiled bitterly, only to hear the muffled sound outside, the old monk said loudly: "Your Excellency is profound, why do you attack ignorant children, just afraid of losing your identity?" ”

There was a hoarse voice again: "Who are you, dare to meddle in my business?" ”

No matter how the two communicated, Zhang Yinyuan moved little by little to the statue in the grass temple that had already fallen off most of the paint and was still somewhat damaged, and found that the statue was indeed not tightly leaning against the wall but leaving a gap of about twenty or thirty centimeters.

(Fortunately, when I was a child, I accompanied my mother to worship the Buddha and saw that the Bodhisattva in the temple was not attached to the wall, so narrow, I could probably hide it。。。。。。 This big monk is blocking the door and pulling calves with Cangsong, he really can't get out, even if it is estimated to be more dangerous to go out, just hide here。。。。。 And the great monk said that ignorant children? Zhang Xiaofan? Hey, it's a pity that Zhuxian is still in junior high school, and I can't remember it very clearly. ）

Squeezed into the gap behind the statue, I don't know what happened outside, whistling and colliding, the magic tricks are staggered, from the small door of the grass temple is not shooting out of silhouettes, Zhang Yinyuan, who is thinking blindly, suddenly has a feeling of numbness all over his body, it seems that even the fine hairs are set up, from behind the statue out of an eye, looking out of the door, suddenly, Zhang Yinyuan froze, the Cangsong Dao people who were covered by black gas in the distance just flew into the sky, and a lightning happened to fall behind him, the dark clouds in the sky rolled, and the thunder roared, In the evil black air around Cang Song's body, there was a sense of openness and integrity, the howling wind, the dazzling thunder, and the black clouds, at this moment, it seemed to be all frozen, and only a loud voice came:

"Nine Heavens Xuansha, turned into divine thunder. Huanghuang Tianwei, lead it with a sword! ”

The dark clouds above the sky pressed down sharply, as if to be deposited on the ground, the thunder above the nine heavens exploded wildly, as if to wrap the earth, as if the sky collapsed, the feeling of the end of the world came in front of Zhang Yinyuan's eyes, Zhang Yinyuan looked at the sky blankly, forgot to breathe, the huge thunder turned the night into day, the thunder fell from the sky, wrapped in the long sword, fell with Puzhi, the great monk on the ground, his hands were folded, the whole body was golden, the jasper rosary in his hand was shattered, the robe was like moving and surging in the wind, and the cigarette in his mouth was warped. The fiery red cigarette butts little by little, the scene of the original slaughter, made Zhang Yinyuan have an urge to laugh, and Puzhi paused word by word: "Amitabha." ”

The huge word "Buddha" is like guarding the eight wilderness gates, which is different like a mountain in front of Puzhi!

The dazzling thunder, the sturdy Buddha, and the cigarette smoke that entered the chaos shook each other violently.

Like a nuclear explosion seen on TV, huge smoke and dust rose into the sky, and the roaring air wave swept the small grass temple into pieces, Zhang Yinyuan was also like a white plastic bag flying in the air, blown up by the violent air waves, and the dripping liquid splashed out between his legs and disappeared with the wind.

(Lao Tzu is going to pee。。。。。。 Lao Tzu has already peed。。。。。 I'm going to die if I'm so tall... This has to be 10 meters above the ground. Does the book say that the grass temple was destroyed?。。。。 Paralysis.... I don't want to die。。。。。。 But so high... The intense fear is far more terrible than the feeling of being haunted by a big snake at noon, and death is like the most real big hand, choking Zhang Yinyuan's throat, and only making a faint sound of "clucking" (it's over...) To GG... I don't want to die, I don't want to 。。。。。 is dancing frantically, only to feel a pain in the back, and then countless hands slapped on the body, countless knives cut like meat, high-speed flying college students and stationary tree branches are constantly doing zero distance, even negative distance contact, the enthusiastic tree tore Zhang Yinyuan's coarse linen clothes to pieces, blood dripping, Zhang Yinyuan finally with the help of a thick branch to pay the price of almost being knocked off the spine stopped flying, the whole body was in severe pain, every joint was wailing, Every inch of skin was moaning, and the faithful nerve endings transmitted every pain of the flesh to Zhang Yinyuan's brain through the highway of nerves.

"Uh-huh。。。。。 Woowoo。。。。。 "I can't even breathe in pain, I can only let out a meaningless wail, and the tears flowing from my eyes are so innocent and pitiful

"Oh oh oh 。。。。。 Mom..... ”

"Click... Turning his head expressionlessly, Zhang Yinyuan looked at the branch that was about to break (this horse... ）

"Click。。。。。 Syllable! Zhang Yinyuan's facial features on the ground were distorted, his whole body was covered in blood, and the mouths of different shades seemed to tell that this great college student had just fought on the tragic battlefield, thus leaving so many men's medals... Unconsciously, Zhang Yinyuan seemed to hear the sound of raindrops falling on the leaves (is it raining?). It seems that in the end, Puzhi taught Zhang Xiaofan the exercises on a rainy night。。。。。。 Well? Someone's coming? Heavy wheezing, staggering footsteps, through the rainy night into Zhang Yinyuan's ears, frightened Zhang Yinyuan felt no longer moaning, and even breathing revealed a little caution (at this time, the one who can still walk is either Cangsong or Puzhi, Cangsong wants to hide his identity, and when he sees me, he will definitely be hacked to death, the old monk who knows if he will be demonic, although he has cruel human nature, but he himself can't bear the will of 99 points, and the two points of this cruel human nature improvement are estimated to be useless, If you still hack me to death despite our friendship for half the night, it's no problem, the sky, the earth, the gods of the sky, please don't be a demon。。。。。。 I don't know if Zhang Yinyuan's insincere prayer played a role, or if Puzhi's injury was too serious, or if it was some other reason, the person who came just sat on the ground on the other side of Zhang Yinyuan's blood-filled tree, gasping for breath, and a familiar smell of smoke wafted in (, it's a great monk。。。。。。。 ）

"Two little donors, the old man has the heart to save each other, but he has the heart to be powerless。。。。。。" (Actually, the old monk is really a pretty good person if he doesn't fall into the devil。。。。。 I don't know if any of my cigarettes work。。。。。 It's a prop anyway. ）

"Hahahaha... Ha ha.... "Chapter 3 of Zhu Xian" "Suddenly with a bit of crazy laughter came (!) Finished... This guy is still crazy。。。。。 Please. Don't find me。。。。。 ）

"You, what are you doing?" A small child's voice came.

Zhang Yinyuan was stunned, child? Immediately reacted, it was Zhang Xiaofan (meaning that this is going to teach the Great Brahman?) I rub it, is this a great calamity and a blessing after not dying? ）