Hearing the old monk's words, Wu Zhen's hands stiffened, what had he experienced before to have such feelings!

Wu Zhen brought the cup closer, the small cup was very clear water, and the water surface was sprinkled with a layer of finely chopped emerald green vegetables, and the fragrance was emanating from these minced vegetables.

The cup is close to the mouth, drink it slowly, the mouth swings cold ice crumbs, mixed with a trace of sweetness, when the end of the dish slides through the throat, as if there is a fresh green rising from the bottom, swirling in the mouth, Wu Zhen silently feels this wisp of green, the tired soul seems to have been washed again, which is more refreshing than the sweetness between the mouths.

Wu Zhen still sighed, handed the cup back, and when he looked up, he saw the weakness in the two completely different eyes of the old monk, and he seemed to be getting older.

"Sit down!"

The old monk took the cup and said slowly.

Wu Zhen didn't find anything like a chair in the room, so he had to sit on the ground.

While the old monk turned around and put the cup, Wu Zhen could finally take a look at the things in this room, the dim light couldn't block Wu Zhen's sight, under the tenth-level soul detection, these things were clearly placed in front of him, except for the old man's body, everything in the room was clearly displayed in Wu Zhen's eyes.

Half of the space in the thatched hut was occupied by stacked firewood and a few bags of rice, these firewood were very new, neatly chopped, about the same size and thickness, on the top of the firewood pile was an axe, next to it was a bag of grain, there were still blood stains on several bags, the blood had long since dried up, but Wu Zhen could still smell a very strong bloody smell, these were the blood of powerful xenos.

There were several small cups in the window, all of which contained water, and small leaves floated on the surface of the water.

There is a loofah on the edge of the window, which is very clean.

Under the window is a small earthen stove with a small pot on the stove, and several small pots on the stove, including sugar pots and salt shakers. But there was no oil can, a kitchen knife leaned against the wall, with a few green green onions sticking to it, and a pair of chopsticks and a few plates were placed in front of the kitchen knife. One of the dishes contained chopped leaves, the others were cleanly washed and stacked on top of each other, and next to the stove was a small bucket filled with water. There were small wooden scoops floating on the water.

The old monk stretched out his left paw, pinched the scoop handle, scooped up some water, poured it into the cup, and then put the scoop into the bucket, held the small cup with his left paw, took the loofah pulp with his right hand, washed it in the cup a few times, and then scooped the water and washed it several times, and finally poured most of the cup of water into the cup. With his right hand, he reached into the sugar bowl, picked up a few grains of sugar, threw them into the cup, grabbed a few chopped vegetable leaves from the dish on the stove and sprinkled them on the water, and then gently placed the cup on the windowsill.

Wu Zhen has been staring at the movements of the old monk, since his body is half a zombie and half a human body, it must be very inconvenient to control, his movements are slow and strange, but Wu Zhen saw something different. He felt that it was all natural and full of the flavor of life.

After the old monk was busy, he dragged his heavy body and walked in front of Wu Zhen. He sat down slowly and let out a long breath, which seemed to others to be a simple action was also a huge drain on his body.

"You're also a monk?"

The old monk stared at Wu Zhen's bare black head and asked.

Wu Zhen touched it awkwardly. Rub your head and shake your head.

He was just burned up and down by the fire of the Boar King, although he looked a lot like a black monk. But it's not.

"I'm a monk, my name is Huixin!"

"Hello master, I'm Wu Zhen!"

The old monk smiled and nodded, and then said, "I want to temper you, can you accept it?" ”

Wu Zhenmeng, temper yourself? Why?

"Your heart is not still, oh! No, you don't have a heart! The old monk's eyes moved, as if he had seen through everything.

Wu Zhen was shocked, the old monk's words made him feel very strange, there was indeed something wrong with him, but did it have anything to do with his heart? The heart is just a pumping station for blood, and although I don't have a heart now, I have more organs in my body, and everything is functioning normally, which is stronger than when I had a heart. Restless? In this world, whose heart can calm down?

Someone can!

Wu Zhen looked at the old monk again.

The old monk stared at Wu Zhen and shook his head slowly, "No hurry!" ”

"Go about your business!"

Monk Huixin supported the ground from his hands and paws, first stood up on his legs, and then slowly supported his body, but his waist was still bowed very low, probably his bones were too old to support his body.

Wu Zhen also stood up, looked at the benevolent right eye of Monk Huixin, and couldn't help but ask, "...... you?"

"I'm human!" Huixin seemed to have guessed what Wu Zhen was going to ask, and he answered quickly.

Wu Zhen bowed down and said respectfully, "Thank you, master!" ”

Whether it is the refreshing water or something else that I am thankful for, I'm afraid only Wu Zhen himself knows.

Wu Zhen pushed open the door of the thatched hut and walked out step by step.

Behind him, the door closed softly.

Snort!

The feet rub against the ground and make a sound.

Squeak!

There was another sound behind him.

Wu Zhen stopped suddenly, turned around, and saw that the window of the thatched house was open, supported by a piece of firewood, and the old monk stood in the window, folded his hands, and chanted a Buddha horn softly.

"Amitabha!"

Wu Zhen looked at the old monk, nodded, and turned to leave.

The old monk stared at Wu Zhen's back, his hands folded motionless.

Intricate Buddhist scriptures popped out of the old monk's wrinkled lips and gently echoed inside and outside the thatched house, blown away by the passing wind.

Wu Zhen left and disappeared in front of the old monk's eyes, even if it was the eyes of an eleventh-level zombie, he couldn't see it, but he was still chanting, this sutra was called the Meditation Mantra, and he hadn't finished reciting it yet.

Desolate road.

Wu Zhen buried his head and ran north, there was only one or two miles left to reach Beicheng, he switched the zombie body, familiarized himself, and reduced his speed, like a sixth-level zombie who had lost his way.

When switching bodies, Wu Zhen noticed the changes in his soul, it was difficult to perceive, but he felt it, his soul changed, and it seemed to become a little lighter, and the black substance applied by King Jiang seemed to be a little more honest, which was unimaginable before, I don't know when, they began to change to the dark side, invading Wu Zhen's soul again and again, once it started, the process was irreversible, and Wu Zhen's remaining time would be less and less, until it could no longer be recovered, but this time there was an abnormality, The slightest good change was made in his soul.

Wu Zhen immediately thought of the old monk and the seemingly ordinary cup of water.

"Wu Tian!"

"Well, I'm here!"

"What's going on with the changes in me? Do you know? ”

"The god-level monk helped you, but it was far from enough, he was very powerful, but unfortunately, he was dying." (To be continued.) )