The girl who wears a book just wants to cultivate immortality

Chapter 47 What About the Author
Seeing this scene, Hun Ya snorted lightly:
"Insects who practice Qi are beyond their limits."

After all, he waved his hand, intending to crush the two brats to death, but found that the soul lamp did not obey its commands.

Humming lightly, Hun Ya said to the people next to him:
"Go and deal with those, I'll look into the lamp."

After speaking, it turned into a wisp of black mist and got into the soul lamp.

In the soul lamp, Gu Zhifei had already walked in front of the warm light and saw the wick of the soul lamp.

In the warm light sat a blackened monk, reciting scriptures.

Gu Zhifei stretched out his hand to push him, but found that his push was in vain.This monk is only a soul body, without a physical body.He is long dead.

After staying in the world of cultivating immortals for a long time, it is not easy to be afraid of anything.Gu Zhifei stood on the side obediently, listening to the monk chanting scriptures.

After a while, the monk opened his eyes, his eyes were green, and looked at her:

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

Gu Zhifei shook his head: "Little master, you were also killed by this lamp?"

The monk closed his eyes: "Someone has come in, if you don't leave, you are going to die in the lamp like me."

He conjured a wooden fish out of nowhere, closed his eyes and tapped it, and stopped talking.

But Gu Zhifei didn't leave.There is such a monk in her novel, if not wrong.
She broke off the No. 13 lotus petals under the monk's seat, ducked down, shrunk inside, and closed the lotus again.

Sure enough, the plot here is exactly the same as in her novel.It's just that she met this monk before Leng Nuan.

As soon as she entered, Hun Ya from outside chased her in.

As soon as he saw the monk, he asked, "Why are you disobedient again?"

The monk still had his eyes closed, his mouth plausible, and he kept beating on the wooden fish.

"If you don't do anything, I will kill all the people in the village outside. You can choose, do you kill these monks, or choose a village?"

Hun Ya's threat had an effect, the monk slowly opened his eyes: "Benefactor, why bother to force you?"

"I let you choose!"

"Do you want to kill a group of people, or do you want to kill a few!"

The monk sighed: "Go out."

When Hun Ya heard the tone, it was the same as before, so he relaxed and left the Soul Lamp.

The monk did not cast spells as he wished.He stood up and bent towards the lotus flower under his seat: "Almsgiver, he is gone, come out."

Gu Zhifei listened to their conversation completely, and probably had an idea in his mind. After getting out of the lotus seat, he asked directly:
"Little master, do you really want to do it?"

Monk drooping eyes:

"Killing a person is killing, killing a village is also killing, what do you think is the difference?"

Gu Zhifei really wanted to crack open the monk's brain to see:
"Killing one person is no different from killing several people, but why do you listen to him? I see that you have absorbed the ghost energy of the soul lamp here and become the wick. It stands to reason that the ghost cultivator can't control you, so why do you listen to him?" His choice? If I were you, I would kill him!"

She knew that with her own strength, she might not be able to escape the soul lamp, and Ren Zhenzhen's side might not be easy.It would be great if she could turn against the Soul Lamp and cause some trouble for Soul Ya.

Except for those who practice the Buddha of Ultimate Bliss and other ghost and animal Buddhas in the Buddhist sect, none of the other monks require that they have no distracting thoughts and be dedicated to goodness.But that's the way it is, causing Buddhist disciples to be a little stubborn.

For example, in her eyes, the black monk is a little bit unable to turn around.

"Kill him?" The monk was confused, "It is necessary to create karma in this way."

Gu Zhifei felt that when he wrote this character, there was probably a string missing.No, she only wrote a few words about this monk. What does he care about her author if he grows up?

(End of this chapter)