The little monk returns to the vulgar

Chapter 255 Trouble

"Benefactor, you are the one who suffers, right?" Daoran asked.

Hearing this, the dwarf threw the sharp knife and the woman's head fiercely, and roared: "Master of suffering? Which eye of yours sees me suffering?! In this place, I am the emperor, and I can do whatever I want." What's the matter! You blind and bald man, let's see who is the sufferer!"

The dwarf scolded a few times, and the surrounding scene changed, from a bustling street to a magnificent palace, and the dwarf also directly wore a dragon robe, surrounded by eunuchs with low eyebrows and pleasing to the eye, as well as people holding all kinds of dishes. maid of honor.

The woman who had just been beheaded by him turned into a concubine in palace attire, was kneeling at his feet, but was soon beaten to death by several eunuchs, her body was not human-like.

The dwarf was wearing a dragon robe, grabbed the rice bowl made of gold, and started eating. The tragic corpse in front of him seemed to be the best seasoning for him.

The dwarf, who was full of oil, said to Daoran: "Look, do I look like a suffering person? The emperor's life is like this."

Daoran listened, and replied calmly: "The emperor doesn't need a golden rice bowl."

"What did you say?" The dwarf thought he had heard wrong.

Daoran continued: "The emperor doesn't use gold rice bowls, because they are too heavy, and they use porcelain. Also, the emperor's food does not have such a large piece of meat. Three crispy soup, lamb tongue sticks, sprouted tripe gizzards, gizzard sticks Wuzhen gratin and crab clear soup are all extremely delicate dishes, what you are eating now is just a large piece of stewed meat."

The dwarf threw the bowl on the ground angrily, and roared at Daoran: "How do you know, have you ever been an emperor as a monk?!"

"I have never been, but I have been to the palace. Everything in the illusion is controlled by you, but you have never been to the palace, and you have never seen the emperor. This palace of yours is fake, and even the clothes on your body are more like sackcloth. It's not a dragon robe. Benefactor, you should know that everything in front of you is fake." Daoran said.

The dwarf was silent for a moment, and everything around him changed again, turning into the original bustling street again.Every brick, every tile, every plant and every tree here is so real that Dao Ran couldn't find any flaws.

Because this is the place where this person once lived, not the scene he imagined.

"Little monk, what are you doing here? Are you also here to save me?" the man asked.

Daoran replied: "Amitabha, I just passed by this place, and I just want to return to the world by way from the city of death in vain."

But after finishing speaking, Dao Ran asked curiously: "Did someone from the Buddhist sect come here before, and wanted to save the benefactor?"

"Hehe, more than once. I have seen young monks and old monks. But in the city of death, they are no different from ordinary people. I killed them dozens of times, and they themselves cursed. After so many years, only one monk was killed. After I made a urinal, I was still able to speak calmly, but what I said was all nonsense about putting down the butcher knife and becoming a Buddha immediately, I drove him out when I got tired of hearing it." The man said cruel words in a cold tone.

Daoran didn't find it strange after thinking about it carefully.

It is certainly not the first day for the Buddhist sect to know about the issue of the city of dead dead, and there must be people in the Buddhist sect who are willing to devote themselves to it to save the resentful souls.But now it seems that the effect is not very good.

Dao Ran is not surprising. The conversion of Buddhism often depends on the power of mana, and confesses according to other people's heads. For example, Fa Hai likes to lock up his disciples. It doesn't work for a year. There is always a time when you "awaken" .

Many eminent monks also like this method, which is to create various "tests" for others with magic power, so that the other party can "awaken" amidst the ups and downs of life.

But the illusion in the City of Death is completely controlled by resentful souls. In this small world, the dwarf in front of me is probably more powerful than the Buddha, and can inflict endless pain and humiliation on others.

It is easy to give others a test, but how many eminent monks can persevere when they themselves are being tortured?Even Manjusri Bodhisattva is narrow-minded, not to mention other Buddhist monks who may be tempted to fall by the demon at any time.

No wonder the dead city has been here for so many years, and the problem is only getting bigger and bigger. This is indeed a tough nut to crack.

"Little monk, I have met a lot of monks, and many of them said they didn't come to save me, but they were just playing tricks on me, and when I cut him open, he cried and beckoned. I advise you, it's better to be honest and confess earlier, so that you will suffer less."

As the man said, Wu Short's figure suddenly became tall and mighty, and the sharp knife in his hand turned into a nine-ring sword, and he was looking at Daoran with ill intentions.

This person's sudden mood changes clearly indicate that he has fallen into madness.

But Daoran was not afraid, and said to the man: "Amitabha, it is said that you don't suffer from others, don't persuade others to be kind. I don't even know what you have experienced. If you open your mouth to persuade people to put down the butcher's knife, that is the real sin."

Daoran really didn't mean to save this person. This person's ability to enter the city of death means that he was innocent before his death and was innocently victimized.In this case, if you don't help him avenge, just say put down the butcher knife, even if there is a lie to reward Daoran, you can't say it.

It seems that Dao Ran's majesty and high charisma played a role, the man looked at Dao Ran carefully for a moment, then quickly returned to his original appearance, and said suspiciously: "You didn't come to save me, so why did you come to Death City? Huanyang doesn't have to go to the city of death!"

"It seems that you know a lot, benefactor." Daoran said.

"Hmph, not all those monks can only talk nonsense. I have stayed in the City of Death for so long, so I know a little bit about the rules of the underworld." The man said proudly.

"Since benefactor, you know the rules of the underworld, you should know that the sinners can't return to the world in the normal way, and the monk can only use the way to waste the dead city." Dao Ran said frankly.

"Sinful? You, a little monk, are also guilty? Did you do something outrageous? Did you kill someone or steal someone?"

Daoran thought for a while, but he didn't tell the story of him being tricked by the old Black Mountain demon. After all, the cause and effect are too complicated, and it will be impossible to explain it for a while.

Therefore, Daoran chose a simple and easy-to-understand explanation: "The little monk killed an emperor."

Sure enough, the man's eyes widened when he heard Daoran's words.

After all, in the eyes of ordinary people, killing the emperor is an earth-shattering event.

"You you you...you really killed the emperor? Which emperor?" the man asked in surprise.

"The founding emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Chai Xihui." Daoran said.

"Good kill! This stupid king should have died a long time ago! If he didn't want to make alchemy and collect some snake tax, I wouldn't have died in vain! My mother-in-law, who is clearly the crime of killing her husband, actually paid ten times the snake tax because of her!" tax, she will be exempted from punishment!
"She took my money and was happy, and finally she even fell in love with a Taoist priest who knows magic, and she is still happy and happy!" The man said loudly, and tears flowed down as he spoke.

Daoran understood most of what he heard, no wonder he hated him so much, the enemy not only escaped the punishment, but also went to cultivate immortality, even if he didn't become immortal, he might live for 200 years.Seeing the enemy getting better and better, without being punished at all, the resentment in my heart naturally couldn't be swallowed.

Now that I think about it, Chai Xihui really deserved his death. The snake tax not only made the people miserable, but also exonerated the wicked.

"Amitabha." Daoran didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only say this sentence.

"Little monk, you have avenged half of my revenge by killing the emperor. I will let you go there. However, other people may not be so easy to talk to. If you meet someone who does not want to listen to you, you will be sent straight away." There is a possibility of death by a thousand knives." The person reminded.

Daoran nodded, he was already prepared.

Suddenly there is a side road in the bustling street, it seems that it is not in the same direction as the high-rise building in the distance, but obviously, the location of the high-rise building is wrong, and the real exit is on this side road.

In the fantasy world, if one were to head towards the tall building wholeheartedly, he would only go further and further away.

"Thank you, benefactor..." Daoran finished speaking and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something and asked, "I don't know who your enemy is, benefactor. If I meet you by chance after returning to the sun, I might be able to avenge you."

"Really?" the man said in surprise.

"The sea of ​​people is vast, and I can't guarantee it, but maybe I can do my best." Daoran said.

"That bitch's name is Yan Xijiao, and she should be in Qingcheng Mountain now!" the man said excitedly.

"Okay, I remember it, I haven't asked the name of the benefactor yet." Daoran asked.

The man shook his head and said, "I am a resentful soul who will never be reborn, and I don't want to pollute the ears of the master. As long as you can help me avenge, in the next life I will tie a grass ring to repay my kindness."

Daoran didn't force himself, so he walked towards the side road.

The further you go in, the more distorted the surrounding scene becomes, and soon it becomes another look.

The bustling street disappeared, and instead came to a execution ground full of people. A woman with disheveled hair was wielding a ghost-headed machete, beheading the heads of those kneeling on the execution ground one by one.

Among these people, there are those in official robes, some in gorgeous clothes, and some with mean faces... More than a dozen people, all of them became decapitated ghosts under the woman's ghost knife.

But what is interesting is that after these people were beheaded, none of the splashed blood fell on the ground, and all was sucked in by the white banners hanging around them.

Daoran didn't waste any time, walked over directly, and said to the woman: "Amitabha, the female benefactor, the little monk is here to avenge you, what's the name of your enemy?"

The woman holding the ghost knife brushed away the messy hair on her face, looked at Daoran in surprise, and said, "What you said is true?!"

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Yangjian, by the Qiandeng River.

Shenxiu was looking at the few pieces of letter paper in front of her with a sad face. This was the news sent by Zhu Wei through the chamber of commerce.

The content is very simple, their business has been seriously affected by unruly people.

Qiandenghe's main business now is food, and then various groceries.Originally, because of Bai Suzhen's help, Zhu Wei got the first batch of food, and with the help of Dao Ran's name, he successfully opened up sales.

Once this business has a foundation, it will naturally develop quickly.

Zhu Wei is also a genius in business, and has managed to make the Chamber of Commerce look good in a short period of time.

However, something has gone wrong with the grain business recently.

On the way to transport grain twice, all the goods of the Chamber of Commerce were robbed.Zhu Wei immediately chose the reporter. As a well-known figure in the capital, Zhu Wei's reporter will naturally be taken seriously.

Kaifeng Mansion also made all-out preparations and dispatched the most capable personnel to arrest the murderer.

However, the thief was found, but in the end he couldn't catch anyone.

The reason is very simple, because these are not mortals at all, but three Taoist priests who know magic.

The food of the Chamber of Commerce was snatched by three people with magic, and after the snatching, it was directly given to the common people.These three Taoist priests claimed to be robbing the rich and helping the poor, and were loved by many common people.

Seeing that the government sent people to arrest them, the three of them were not afraid. After a few tricks, the servants sent by the government were hit by ghosts and beat the wall, and they wandered around for a day and a night without going out.

This method, mortals simply cannot resist.

Zhu Wei originally wanted to calm things down, but when he met such a monk with mana, he would give him some gifts, hoping that the other party would hold his hand high.

After all, doing business requires harmony to make money. It's just two carts of food, and he can afford to lose it.

However, these three Taoist priests didn't know what was wrong. Faced with Zhu Wei's overtures, not only did they not mean to make peace, but they arrogantly asked Zhu Wei to give up all the property of the Chamber of Commerce.

The three Taoists said that Zhu Wei is rich and unkind, and that only by donating all the property of the chamber of commerce to the people can he eliminate his sins.And only give Zhu Wei a month, if they don't agree, they will pick it up by themselves.

Zhu Wei really had no choice but to send a letter to Qiandenghe to ask Shenxiu for help.

Spells cannot be resisted by ordinary people. These three Taoist priests are obviously not bluffing liars, but people with real magic power.

Shenxiu also frowned after receiving the letter.

Although he is also a monk, his experience in fighting skills can be said to be very little, and he dare not fight with others easily.

But these three Taoist priests bullied the door, if Shenxiu couldn't deal with it, the Chamber of Commerce would really be destroyed, and if the Chamber of Commerce was lost, thousands of people on both sides of the Qiandeng River would lose their livelihoods.

This is not the only trouble.

In addition to the three Taoist priests coming to make trouble, Shenxiu also received two greeting cards, both sent by Buddhist disciples.

They heard about Shenxiu's former status as a disciple of Lingyin Temple, and they all said they would come to ask for advice.From the words, it seemed that they had suffered a defeat in the discussion of Lingyin Temple, and now that Lingyin Temple was destroyed, they couldn't find someone to take revenge on, so they turned to Shenxiu.

Shenxiu was no longer a competitive character, and originally thought of throwing in the towel, but to him, winning or losing in a law debate was not as good as what they had gained from a day of meditation.However, the other party obviously came here for fame, and they were not willing to let Shenxiu admit defeat, but wanted to argue openly and squarely in front of everyone.

Shenxiu is now in trouble and doesn't know what to do.

"Master, when will you come back?" Shenxiu couldn't help feeling emotional.

But at this moment, a slovenly female Taoist priest kicked open the door of Shenxiu's room and said loudly, "Don't wait for your master, he won't come back in a year or so. Let me handle this little matter for him." Let's deal with it!"

Shenxiu took a closer look, and said pleasantly, "Daoist Xuanji, you've finally recovered!"

(End of this chapter)