It's a remote mountainous area.

A woman was running desperately, her clothes torn in multiple places, and a pair of scissors in her hand, stained with blood. One of the shoes under his feet also ran off, the soles of his feet were worn out, and the blood-colored footprints on the ground stretched into the distance.

In front of it is a cliff, and the misty mountain mist sticks to the cliff wall and flows softly, and there is no bottom in sight.

Behind are seven strong men with sharp weapons, with fierce faces full of evil, scolding, chasing after the woman, and constantly closing the distance between them and the woman.

until the edge of the cliff that drove the woman to the brim.

......

A handsome monk with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes descended from above.

I grabbed a handful of pebbles by the stream.

Twist one and throw it away.

"Back to Ling Mountain. ”

Throw another one.

"Don't go back to Lingshan. ”

The stones fell to the ground, bouncing in the sand, and the sound was as crisp as flowing water.

"Back to Ling Mountain. ”

"Don't go back to Lingshan. ”

“......”

There were fewer and fewer stones in the handsome monk's hands, and the look of anticipation on his face gradually intensified.

When there was only the last mottled gravel left in his hand, he twisted it, ready to throw it out, but he was reluctant to throw it.

"Go back ......"

"Why go back......

He frowned, grimacing.

With a sigh, he turned around and walked back.

"Go back, go back. ”

He clutched the stone in his palm and muttered.

"Click"

It's just that he didn't take a few steps, and suddenly there was a crisp kiss.

The stone shattered in the palm of his hand, turned into powder, overflowed from his fingers, and dissipated in the wind.

The handsome monk sighed lightly and made an exaggerated exclamation:

"Why are you gone? Are you too ugly to look at? ”

"Hahaha...... Providence so, providence so. The young monk said shamelessly with such an expression.

Then, make a beautiful U-turn.

......

"Huh?"

"Wow!

On a misty cliff, a woman descends from the clouds.

"Sister Fairy!

The handsome monk's eyes lit up, he spread his legs, rushed into the air, and the soles of his feet were lotus flowers step by step, and lotus flowers were born step by step.

"Sister Fairy...... Uh......"

The handsome monk rushed to the woman.

"Fuck off. ”

The fierce woman used the last strength of her body to stab the scissors in her hand into the heart of the "bald monster" that suddenly came.

The rapid fall made her unable to breathe, and her face and lungs were like knives, tearing pain.

"Neither can death be defiled. ”

That's what she thought when she jumped off a cliff.

When suffocating, do the same.

"Uh...... My heart hurts. ”

The handsome monk hugged the unconscious woman, looked down at the scissors in his heart, and looked resentful.

Then he freed up his hand and pulled out the scissors little by little. The pain was so painful that he squeezed his eyebrows and inhaled the cool air, and when he was done, the wound healed without shedding a little blood.

"Where does the little monk look like a monster?"

The handsome monk understood that when this woman was confused, he took him for a monster.

While it was still in mid-air, the handsome monk looked and found that this was a deep valley, surrounded by mountains on three sides, and the mountains went straight into the clouds. In contrast, the cliff next to it is still the lowest.

"Huh? How did I get in? The handsome monk muttered.

In the deep valley, there is a village, isolated from the rest of the world.

The handsome monk placed the unconscious woman on the soft grass at the entrance of the village.

Saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter.

"Remember, you owe the little monk two towers. ”

The handsome monk said to the woman very seriously, and then stepped on the lotus and left.

In the woman's womb, she was two months pregnant.

People are always open to beautiful things, and that includes beautiful people.

The woman stayed in the village with the acceptance of the enthusiastic villagers.

......

Many years later.

A middle-aged monk and a blind girl passed by the edge of the cliff and stopped.

Xing is indeed an important way of practice in Buddhism.

The middle-aged monk is indeed spending his time cultivating Yan Xiaowu.

Doing is seeing and hearing, moving forward, and accumulating...... What is needed is patience, and a lot of time.

Even his two proud disciples back then, he had never bothered to cultivate them like this.

"Let's go down and have a look. The middle-aged monk's gaze looked through the clouds under the cliff and said.

"Good. Yan Xiaowu nodded.

A year ago.

A sudden plague shattered the millennia of peace in this small village.

The plague was mild.

It is not immediately lethal and even has a long incubation period.

No, it's been more than a year, and less than thirty people have died.

In the whole village, there are still 1080 people left.

yes, really mild.

However, for the villagers inside, it was the most terrible plague in the world.

Because the whole village was infected with the plague, a dark red sore the size of a mung bean grew on their chest, which was the mark left on them by the plague, and no one avoided it.

There is no onset of the disease, only because it has a long or short incubation time.

Anyone will die, but they don't know when.

The fear of waiting for death is often greater than death itself.

......

A monk and a woman appeared at the entrance of the village.

The verdant and vibrant mountains have always been endless.

This village, deep in the mountains, looks calm and peaceful.

"There are outsiders!"

I don't know who saw the two people standing at the entrance of the village, and after a scream, they startled a flock of crows hidden in the shadows with unknown symbols.

and countless villagers, like the walking dead.

They swarmed around with hideous expressions.