Weird: I can simulate fate

Chapter 8

The sage said: Men can't say no.

But Xu Ye really couldn't do it right now.

Even if those performing artists with both virtue and skill are dancing in front of him, undressing, he can only watch from a distance and not play.

The inner qi is not generated, and the meridians cannot be sensed, but the arteries and veins are twisting like Yangko, which is definitely not a good phenomenon.

For now...

Lie flat and die.

Boundless black clouds rolled in, and half of the face of the evil corpse appeared in the middle of the clouds.

Anger surged in the eyes staring at Xu Ye.

In the heretic secret method of living towards death, the slough of mortals is the key, which is related to the success of breaking the way in the future.

Now that it didn't notice it for a while, it was destroyed by blood food, how could it not be angry?
Even a hundred years ago when he was discussing Dao with Wang Yanting, the master of the Great Zhou Dynasty, he had never suffered such a big loss.

Ji An squatted beside Xu Ye.

With a mournful face, he said: "Brother, it seems very angry when you look at it like that, I'm afraid it will kill you soon, can we still fight this fight?"

Xu Ye rolled his eyes up and down.

Meaning: you ask me? ? ?

Zhou Tong found two wooden sticks from nowhere.

I slapped Ji An on the back of the head, and urged: "Stop talking bluntly, Brother Xu is about to die, while we are still breathing, let us carry him to a beautiful place and let him see for himself... "

His voice was choked up, and he couldn't speak for a while.

Ji An scratched his head, puzzled: "Look at it with your own eyes? What are you looking at?"

"Woooooooooooo, look at the place where his bones are buried in the future..."

"Ah? Big brother Xu is going to die? Oh my God, a white-haired person is giving away a black-haired person, why don't you open your eyes and see, oh, oh, oh..."

Xu Ye's eyes didn't move at all.

The only wish at this moment is to go quietly...

Then turn into a ghost and hack these two bastards to death!
The black cloud turned into nine hundred-foot giant dragons, opened its bloody mouth, and bit Xu Ye from all directions.

From a long distance, Xu Ye smelled the stench from the mouth of the giant dragon, and suddenly became dizzy.

A purple gold bowl suddenly flew into the sky.

The faster it turned, the bigger it became, and in an instant it was comparable to that giant face of the evil corpse.

The nine giant dragons were taken in by the golden bowl before they could get close.

Even the dark clouds in the sky have faded away, and they no longer bark their teeth and claws as before.

"Is Benefactor Xu okay?"

A gentle voice rang in his ears, but it sounded like heaven to Xu Ye.

Strengthen your spirits and look intently.

It was the middle-aged monk who had brought the quilt to him earlier!
I was surprised and delighted.

What is surprising is that this person can come and go freely in this evil corpse realm, as if entering a land of no one.

The happy one is that the savior has arrived. This appearance looks like a worldly expert, the kind with a starting price of ten.

Ji An guarded Xu Ye behind him, drew the long knife out of its sheath, raised the knife with one hand and pointed at the other, performing a night battle with eight Tibetan swords.

"Hey, where did the bald donkey come from, tell me your name!"

Not to be outdone, Zhou Tong shouted loudly.

"Twenty Wen for crossing the bridge, and fifty Wen for entering the city. Your alms bowl is quite valuable. The storage fee for valuables is [-] Wen. Pay it!"

Xu Ye: ...Destroy it, hurry up, I'm tired.

The middle-aged monk smiled warmly.

"The two benefactors are calm and don't be impatient. The poor monk is called Zhiming. He came here this time just to help benefactor Xu."

Ji An withdrew his knife and put it back into its sheath, "It turned out to be one of my own. I should have said it earlier. I was almost accidentally injured by my knife energy."

Zhou Tong: "Acquaintances get a [-]% discount, and there is no charge for crossing the bridge."

Master Zhiming smiled and nodded.

Then he looked at the evil corpse in the sky.

"Mr. Pang De is also a generation of great masters. The people in Xiangfan have received a lot of favor from you, why are they willing to degenerate now?"

Xu Ye was dumbfounded.

Duke Pound?
A hundred years ago, the great scholar of Wenyuan Pavilion, who managed the floods of the Wei River and left countless people alive?
How has it changed now?

The evil corpse seems to be extremely disgusted with this title.

Angrily said: "So what? Can you live forever?"

"The people in Xiangfan built a shrine and erected a stele for you, and the incense is still alive today. Mr. Jin An wrote a book and biography for you. The name of Mr. Pound will go down in history. How is it different from longevity?"

After Xu Ye lay down, he found that there were too many big melons to eat.

Be good, Wang Yanting, the national teacher, named Jin'an, what kind of romantic person is that?

To actually write a book and biography for this monster?

The evil corpse became more and more angry, and thunder broke out in the black cloud.

"Differences in Taoism do not conspire with each other, don't you want to open your eyes for the thieves who have harmed my Dao foundation today?"

"The poor monk is far inferior to Mr. Pang De. I would like to try my best. I only hope that you will find your way back."

Say it.

Master Zhiming pointed in the air.

The quilt that was given to Xu Ye before flew out of the ruins, and when it fell into the hands of the Zen master, it had turned into an ordinary-looking scripture.

The original version of Zen Buddhism——

"Guangsheng Lantern Record"

Seeing this, the evil corpse didn't say a word, rolled up black clouds and fled towards the sky.

The moonlight reappeared, but it was strange that there was a dark red moon in the sky.

The surrounding plants and trees, mountains and rivers are not like the scenery in the world.

Ji An opened his mouth wide and said in shock: "It's amazing, great monk, how did you attract a bed with a swish, and how did you scare that monster away with a swish?"

"Just a fluke."

Master Zhiming replied modestly, and looked at Xu Ye: "Benefactor Xu has been trapped in the hungry ghost realm for six days, and I'm afraid you won't be able to return to your physical body if you're too late. The poor monk will take you back here."

Xu Ye's eyeballs rolled around, and he kept looking at Ji An and Zhou Tong.

Master Zhiming knew his worries.

He smiled and said: "Please rest assured, these two benefactors will have their own fate in the future."

After speaking, he flew away with Xu Ye Huaguang.

Zhou Tong looked at the direction Xu Ye was leaving with a sad face, and sighed, "Brother is gone, I don't know when we will see you again."

"We'll see each other." Ji An patted him on the shoulder and comforted him.

Then he showed a smirk, "Brother Xu has always been afraid of ghosts, so let's find an opportunity to scare him."

"That's not good... that's the decision."

……

"Senior brother, I am a closed disciple, right?"

"You have never opened the door, so why close the door disciple?"

"It's just an analogy, huh? Are you awake?"

Xu Ye slowly opened his eyes.

The familiar meditation room, the familiar two eminent monks, and the familiar sauced pig's trotters in the hands of Master Zhishen.

Except for the special mental fatigue, the whole body is intact.

A big stone fell to the ground in my heart.

The nerves that have been feeling tense have never been so relaxed at this moment.

"Benefactor Xu is really amazing. First punish Tai Sui, and then hurt the evil corpses of outsiders. I have seen many juniors who are amazingly talented and brilliant in the cultivation world. You are not far behind them."

"Master, I have won the prize, and I need your advice to enlighten me a bit."

"Now that evil corpse is fundamentally damaged, it will not be tolerated by the human world. I think it will not be able to act fiercely in a short time,"

"It's a fluke, it's a fluke."

Master Zhishen's smile disappeared, his expression became serious, and the Demon Subduing Pestle was in his hand.

"It's just that the Dharma-protecting treasure enshrined in Liangdeng Temple fell into your hands? Could it be that you did the act of a gentleman on the beam?"

Xu Ye's expression froze.

This is really hard to explain.

How can we make up a plausible nonsense?
"Look at this... Is it possible that this is an imitation made by a skilled craftsman? The lame Zhang in the east of the city is the best at forgery, and last time he cheated me of two taels of silver with the imitation "Du Yufu Mansion Inviting God"..."

"The five-color orb condensed by the Arhat relic has gentle and vast mana, how can it be faked? It seems that Master Xu is unwilling to tell the truth. If so, hum!"

"Master, not so, master, don't, don't get excited..."

The old Zen master raised his hand high and then lowered it gently.

Spreading his palms, he handed back the Demon Subduing Pestle.

With a kind smile, he said, "Then treat it as a counterfeit, and keep it safe in the future."

Spreading out the other hand, it turned out to be an identical pestle for subduing demons, shrouded in the light of Buddha.

"Master already knew?"

"Before the appearance of all evils, the gods and gods are all abandoned. It is rare that the benefactor Xu has the heart. Let this second imitation be handed over to you as well."

Xu Ye's mood was surging.

How could such a magic weapon be an imitation?
"The younger generation will not let this broken precepts be dusted, and will not disappoint the master's expectations."

Master Zhishen looked at Xu Ye with a satisfied smile.

"Hey, I would like to shave or become a monk..."

"Twisted melons are not sweet, old Zen master!"

"But quench your thirst."

"..."

(End of this chapter)