Wanderer of the whirling world

Chapter 360 Good people will be rescued by good people, and evil people will be tortured by evil people

Red leaves and yellow flowers are picturesque in autumn.

On the official road not far from Yanjing City, a group of monks were marching slowly.

"Master, Yanjing City is really magnificent and lively. We are still several miles away from the outer city. You see, there are more people coming and going than our Dalin Temple to offer incense."

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old monk in the team was looking left and right, looking at the surrounding scenery with novelty on his face, his eyes were almost not enough.

Beside him, a middle-aged monk in his 40s looked at his apprentice, shook his head slightly, and sighed:

"All dharmas are false views, like dreams like flames, like the moon in water, like images in a mirror, born of delusions. Cheng Guan, have you forgotten all the things my teacher taught you after you have just traveled far away? Buddhism, if you still linger on these foreign things, what is the use of practicing?"

The little monk named Cheng Guan heard the master's reprimand, put his hands together quickly, looked at his nose, nose and heart, and muttered in a low voice:
"The master is right, the disciple has been taught."

As he said that, he lowered his head, not daring to look around recklessly, but those pair of clear and bright black eyes were still turning around, secretly looking at the surrounding scenery.

The middle-aged monk swept away his spiritual thoughts, and he understood all the small movements of the apprentice. He couldn't help shaking his head and smiling bitterly, and continued to admonish:
"You can watch it if you want. You don't have to hide it. It's a kind of experience for you to go down the mountain to see this colorful world for the first time. But remember, use the heart as a mirror." All the kings of the temple, come into the mirror , get involved in my body, the body is the same as the void, and does not hinder each other.' Do you understand?"

Cheng Guan nodded, knowing that his master had quoted the Shurangama Sutra to educate himself. Although the things in front of him are beautiful, they are nothing but illusions. When they shine in their hearts, they are illusory, and they should be seen and heard without being attached.

But since the master did not forbid himself to enjoy the beautiful scenery, he was not so restrained, but boldly feasted his eyes.

Just after two glances, Cheng Guan suddenly felt a wrenching pain in his stomach, and a gust of warm current ran straight to the back of his thighs, as if he was in danger of bursting the embankment.

No, it must be because I ate too much vegetarian food last night and had a stomachache.

He hastily shouted:

"Master, I'm in a hurry, I need to make things easier!"

Before the words fell, there was a loud "Puff!", as if something had exploded in his body, and green smoke came out through his clothes.

Seeing Cheng Guan's embarrassment, the young monks around pinched their noses and laughed.

Seeing his disciple's face flushed, the middle-aged monk couldn't laugh or cry, shook his head and said:

"When you are away from home, I teach you not to be greedy, but you don't listen, go and come back quickly, everyone has to hurry, I won't wait for you, catch up later by yourself."

Cheng Guan got his master's permission, quickly clutched his stomach as if he had received an amnesty, ran into a small forest next to the official road, found a big poplar tree and squatted down.

After a burst of artillery fire, he felt a lot more relaxed. He breathed a sigh of relief, and just as he put on his pants, he suddenly felt a gust of hot air on the back of his neck, and he heard a slight exhalation sound.

Cheng Guan was slightly stunned, turned his head to look, and couldn't help being scared out of his wits.

He first saw the head of a huge sika deer, with long antlers protruding towards the sky, which was creepy.

Under the head of the deer is the body of a burly man, wearing gray-white linen clothes, wearing straw sandals, with his hands in his sleeves, standing beside him, it is unknown when he appeared.

The hair on the little monk's body stood on end, like a cat whose tail was stepped on, he jumped up and jumped up to a foot away, pointing at the monster with a deer head and a human body, he said:

"Mi Pojiao, you are from Mi Pojiao!"

The deer-headed monster also stood up, took two steps forward, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Little monk has some knowledge. The medicinal soup I made is only short of the last medicine. You monks are very merciful. Can you do me a favor?"

Sweat dripped from the tip of Cheng Guan's nose, and he said timidly:

"You...what do you want? I am a monk from Dalin Temple, and the master and ancestor are not far away, so don't mess around!"

The deer-headed monster laughed sinisterly and said:

"I'm just short of the heart and soul of a boy monk whose five aggregates are empty..."

Before the words finished, the ten fingers were pointed, and they grabbed the little monk's chest.

Although Cheng Guan is not very old, his martial arts are obtained from the authentic Buddhist sect of Dalin Temple. Fist", a punch blasted out, meeting the opponent's palm.

Facing the strong enemy of the evil faction, he dared not be negligent. This punch used [-]% of his strength, and the sound of wind and thunder was loud, it was really powerful.

There was only a muffled sound of "Peng", and the strange man's arm was hit by his punch, and he bent backward.

hit!
But it seems that something is not quite right... Although the punch hits, it seems to be hit in the cotton pile, and there is no strength.

Cheng Guan was startled, and saw that the arm of the deer-headed monster was bent ninety degrees by this powerful punch, but it kept swaying like soft noodles, and suddenly it was stretched very long. Folding back, it wrapped around his arm in an instant.

The little monk was scared out of his wits, and desperately wanted to pull out his arm to escape, but the weirdo from the Mipo Sect laughed strangely, and with a slight flick of the other arm, it also twisted and danced like a long snake, and wrapped around him neck.

"Ahhhh!"

Cheng Guan shouted for help, but his throat was strangled, and he could barely make a few muffled hums. In a blink of an eye, the veins on his neck were exposed, his face was flushed, and he stuck out his long tongue.

As he was dying, he regretted it inexplicably. Why did he insist on asking Master to take him down the mountain?Dalin Temple is great, although it is not as lively as the capital, but at least you will not encounter evil spirits and heretics, and lose your life.

Just as his consciousness was gradually dissipating, he suddenly heard a faint "click" sound, and at the same time felt his throat loosen, and cool air immediately poured in.

"Ah--"

Cheng Guan let out a long breath, and the force was so strong that there was a metal-like rubbing sound in his throat.

As soon as he woke up, he quickly jumped forward, and when he looked back, he saw that the man with the deer head of the Mi Po Sect was lying on the ground, motionless, but the deer's head was facing the back, as if his head had been crushed. People twisted a 180 degrees.

And at the same place, there was another fat man with blond hair and his roots turned upside down. He looked very weird and was looking at him.

Cheng Guan felt lingering fear, put his palms together quickly, saluted and said:
"Many...thanks to the benefactor for saving me! Poor monk Cheng Guan, a disciple of Dalin Temple, dare to ask benefactor Gao's name? I will definitely repay you in the future."

The fat man with yellow hair grinned:
"Little monk, don't be polite, tell me, what is this Mi Po sect?"

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(End of this chapter)