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I woke up from my tent.

It was a little cold, and there were two or three of them in the tent, and they seemed to be weak, and they twitched a few times from time to time.

I sat up and noticed that the tent was slightly damaged. The tent made a low thud of pain, a few drops of blood-red rain leaking through the wound, and occasionally a glance inside from the cold.

It looks like it's raining.

With a yawn, I came out of the tent, startled.

I saw the torrential rain outside, the rain curtain was even a piece, and the sky and the earth were blood-red. But no rain fell near his tent—

I looked up, and a dark shadow kept the rain out for me and my tent. I squinted and looked closely, and it turned out to be a giant creature - the four corners of the black shadow had legs taller than my entire body.

The legs are furry, and it looks very secure.

"You're awake." A dull voice sounded overhead. "The poor monk happened to pass by here, and looked at the benefactor's house, which was somewhat damaged, and it was a stormy time, so the poor monk made his own opinion...... I hope the donor won't be surprised. ”

"Uh...... Thanks a lot. "I ask it (?) Thank you.

Is it from Buddhism?

But...... Doesn't it mean that most of Buddhism is made by machines?

I cleaned up my tent, which had been staggered by the wind, and sat on relatively clean ground uncovered by standing water, waiting for the rain to stop.

"I can feel it," the voice came again overhead. "You just had a dream, didn't you?"

"Dreams?" I blinked and began to recall, "It seems like I did have a dream...... I dreamed of ...... Cart...... Person...... Death ......"

Things in dreams are the most elusive, and I can only remember some vague images in my dreams.

"Car?" The voice made a strange sound: "Snorr, isn't the donor in the Source Prison?" ”

Then he said, "Oh no, if that's the case, the donor should remember it very clearly." ”

When I heard the source hell, the spirit came: "Master, what is the source hell?" ”

"The poor monk called the sheep." The voice replied, "The Source Hell is an illusory shadow of the Holy City, a real past, a dream world, a wreck of war. Does the benefactor know 'Him'? ”

"'Him'?" I thought of what the tour leader looked like when he introduced me to the Holy City: "I don't know much. ”

The voice seemed to sigh, "He is a god beyond the source of hell." When there was no wasteland, He entered the Source Hell. He didn't do anything, and He made Source Hell become Source Hell - it wasn't called that at the time. The world of Source Hell has become a purgatory, and everything is in chaos. Later there was the wasteland. He still didn't do anything, and the wasteland began to become like the Hell. Alas......"

Well?

I'm a little confused. The statement of this sheep master seems to be a little different from the statement of the team leader and the route mage.

Didn't they say that there was no contradiction between the beliefs of Buddhism and the Holy City? How is it that in the mouth of Master Sheep, "He" is a wicked man who destroys the world - an evil god?

I voiced my doubts.

Master Yang listened to me quietly, and let out a snoring voice again: "Master Routing? The Buddhist monks have never had these two words. Most of it is arbitrary, which shows that its Dharma is not profound, and even ......"

Master Yang stopped talking, as if he had thought of something, and became silent.

I asked a few questions, but Master Sheep no longer answered, but let out a few dull sighs from time to time.

It seems that not all the Buddhas are harmonious......

I didn't ask anything, I was confused.

Around noon, the sky cleared.

Master Sheep also moved away at this time, and I was surprised to find that Master Sheep was really a sheep.

Well, though, Master Sheep seems to be a giant sheep. The height of a normal sheep is no more than a meter at most, and the sheep master ...... The legs alone are two or three meters tall.

But the whole thing looks furry, so I don't think it's scary.

The people in the village seemed to recognize Master Sheep and greeted him one after another.

So I asked the people in the village about Master Sheep. It is said that in fact, the sheep master is the "sheep", and they are gentle and frail. The creatures of the wasteland feel that they are easy to bully at first glance, so the current "sheep" imitates themselves as sheep, attracting other creatures to attack them, and then retaliate.

Is that what it looks like?

It is said that the sheep master family - let's call it "the original sheep" - the original sheep is very weak, and the fluffy and rolled up large pieces of cotton wool on the body cannot provide effective protection, and even when it rains, it will absorb water crazily, causing the original sheep to be unable to bear its weight, and it can not get up again when it falls to the ground, so it can only be slaughtered by other wasteland creatures.

Therefore, the original sheep is very rare at the moment, and Master Yang seems to be able to protect me from the rain because he has practiced Buddhism.

Then I found the leader of the team who was exchanging supplies with the villagers. I explained the damage to the tent to the team leader, but the team leader regretted that he had no choice but to find a way to fix it himself.

But even then, there are no materials.

The kind villagers offered to provide tools such as needles and threads, but they really didn't have any extra cloth to give me.

So I wandered around the village to see if I could find any materials to repair the tent.

I don't want to sleep every night with a leaky wind and sleep with the cold people that squeeze in.

I saw it on the dirt slope behind the village...... The sheep master and the black cat are looking at each other.

It's a weird scene.

The black cat was very comfortably coiled in a ball, lazily looking at the sheep master with half eyes open, and the sheep master, who was several meters high, seemed to be pacing around the black cat curiously.

The black cat saw me and jumped on my shoulder in a few steps.

"Master Sheep." I said hello—and my eyes fell on Master Sheep's thick fur.

Although it seems a little rude...... But......

"The donor wants the hair of the poor monk?" When Master Sheep heard my request, he thought for a moment, shook his body, and then dropped clumps of white wool. "Minor problem."

Naturally, I was overjoyed - the things that came from prostitutes, just made people happy.

Master Sheep's Dharma is profound, and the rain does not get wet, so does the wool it sheds have the effect of avoiding water?

I took the black cat and the wool to find a piece of normal stagnant water and tried it, but unfortunately found that the wool from the body did not have the effect of magically discharging rainwater, but it did not absorb water, and could barely be used as a material for repairing tents.

He took the wool to the house of the kind villager and repaired the tent with great skill - before it got dark. After all, for a long time in the past, I lived on my own, and my hands-on ability can be said to be very strong.

Some of the people in the team had slept for almost a day - it seemed that they were really tired along the way, and it was really physically exhausting to build the cloud bridge.

I was busy for a long time, and I didn't get any rest at all. Although I wasn't very tired before.

After staying in the village for a long time, Master Liyang also set off and left. It can move at night and not be afraid of the cold, which is the envy of me.

Tomorrow morning we were about to leave for the heart of the Holy City, so I set up my tent and went to sleep, staring at the white dots dotted on the cloth and falling asleep.

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