Fruit fairy

Chapter 131
The city gate opened, and a thin old monk with white eyebrows walked out slowly.

Although this thin old monk has white eyebrows and white beard, he has a ferocious face, a narrow forehead, eagle nose, and no flesh on his cheeks. He wears a patched robe, and there are as many as 108 bone rosary beads hanging on his chest.

The 108 rosary beads are also called "baiba pills", and the monks with this rosary beads are also called "baiba Muni", and those who understand Buddhism in this world will know that the monks wearing 108 rosary beads have entered the cultivation of mind. Its mantra can break through barriers, Fatao can see the heart, all falsehoods cannot enter the Dharma's eyes, and ghosts and ghosts can be annihilated with flying ashes with the flick of a finger.

A khaki gourd was hung on the waist of the thin old monk. This gourd seemed to have been touched for a long time, and it was shiny with oil.

After leaving the city gate, the old monk took off the gourd and pulled out the cork. After sniffing lightly, his eyebrows were beaming, and he thought:

"The only thing good about this Huangsha city is that the purple thorn fruit brew is clear and delicious, dense and sweet, which really wins my heart."

He took a sip and put it on the bottom of his tongue, and when the wine slowly entered his throat, the old monk tasted it carefully, then his brows relaxed, he smacked his lips and was about to take another sip, but he frowned, inserted the cork, and hung the gourd back to his waist between.

At this time, a short and sturdy figure in the yellow sand came into view, and when the person came close, he suddenly took half a step back in surprise, and he was relieved when he found a dry and thin old monk in front of him.

This short and stout man was Bai Yutong who was coerced by the Yuxi gang. He was extremely hostile after being hunted down all the way, and he had nowhere to vent his resentment. Unexpectedly, he punched straight to the door and slammed in the face, and cursed in his mouth:

"Unlucky, the monk who licks blood with a knife head is the most taboo, but it happened that I met you."

Before he could finish cursing, he heard a bang, and his finger bones hurt, his wrist felt like it was broken, and his whole arm was sore and numb.

Bai Yutong was startled, he was a martial artist of Houtian realm after all, this punch was at least a thousand to eight hundred catties in strength, but the skinny old monk opposite him didn't move at all, as if he hit a rock.

When the old monk looked over with sullen eyes, Bai Yutong only felt a chill in his heart, and he unconsciously felt an urge to kneel down and bow down.

Just when he was dazed and clumsy and didn't dare to speak, the monk lowered his eyes slightly, clasped his hands together and muttered to himself:

"My Buddha is merciful, seeing that the five aggregates are empty"

"Amitabha, cross people, cross mind, cross yourself."

"Sexual hatred and murderous thoughts, evil spirits in the heart, one thought of hatred, and a million barriers will be opened"

When the old monk recited in a low voice, Bai Yutong suddenly thought of something:
"The scorching sun and black sand are poisonous everywhere, not as good as the wandering monk in sorrow and sorrow."

This jingle was something he overheard by chance when he was being detained by the Yuhui gang in the past few days. He didn't know why at first, but after some inquiring, he finally understood. It turns out that the first sentence of this sentence refers to the three major disasters in the desert.

Scorching sun refers to high-temperature fire and poison, black sand refers to violent wind disasters, and poison everywhere refers to various highly poisonous things.

Although I haven't experienced the first two types, I feel terrible after hearing people describe them. As for the third type, it is even more terrifying.

The Scorpion King in the cave is just one of the desert poisons, and there are many other poisons that are said to be a hundred times more terrifying than the Scorpion King, but he has never encountered that.

But these things that are so terrifying in the eyes of ordinary people are nothing in front of the wandering monks in the Temple of Misery. For them, these disasters are like a whetstone that makes them sharper, and will eventually become the foundation for them to become Buddhas in the flesh. stepping stone.

In this way, the monks in the Temple of Misery are the scariest in this desert.

Thinking of this, Bai Yutong immediately fell to his knees and kowtowed, shouting:
"Also ask Master to save me."

In his opinion, although the scorpion egg poison on his body is terrible, it should not be difficult in the eyes of this master. If he can ask the master to save him, he doesn't have to join the jade gang.

After all, the feeling of being coerced and driven is very insecure. It is impossible to say when he will be reduced to cannon fodder, just like he needs to occupy the city gate alone at this time. explain.

Bai Yutong quickly told about the plan of the Yuxi Gang and the coercion, and the old monk immediately looked over with raised eyebrows:

"Yuzhu Gang? These bastards actually ran here to Amitabha Buddha. Those who become monks must not lie. Please forgive me."

While the old monk folded his palms together and recited silently, Bai Yutong beside him was shocked.

The old monk's eyes were dark and his appearance was ferocious, if he changed to this robe, he would look more like a bandit leader.

Just when Bai Yutong was afraid to speak, the old monk raised his head after meditating for a while and asked, "You said you came here under coercion, do you have evidence?"

"Master, please take a look." Bai Yutong hurriedly rolled up his trousers and said.

I saw his pair of calves were blue and black, thick and swollen, covered with dense bumps the size of rice grains, and the top of each bump had a smear of blood and bright red, and he was wriggling slightly at this moment, which was extremely frightening.

The skinny old monk nodded slightly after seeing it and said: "It is indeed scorpion egg poison, but fortunately, the time is still short. If the scorpion eggs hatch in another half a month, the donor's flesh and blood body will be a good breeding ground."

Bai Yutong hurriedly kowtowed and said: "Master, please be merciful and save the life of the villain. The little one is willing to serve you all his life, and please take him in."

But the old monk shook his head, looked into the distance and said: "Half a lifetime of killing is still unfinished, I only wish that the blue lamp will accompany the ancient Buddha and old monk to wash the marrow and cut the bones, just to wash away the sins, not to torture the cultivation base."

"I see that although the benefactor has been poisoned by the scorpion egg poison, he is not afraid of advancing and retreating in the face of danger. It can be seen that the benefactor is a man of considerable power. If I am not wrong, the thoughts in the benefactor's heart are contrary to mine. The words of service do not need to be repeated. Mentioning."

Without waiting for Bai Yutong's defense, the old monk held a lotus seal with both hands, and then repeatedly pointed out:

"With one thought of compassion, thousands of lotus flowers bloom, one flower and one pure land, and one land is like the Tathagata. The Buddha said that saving a person's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. All evils accumulate merits, goodness accumulates virtues, and sins can go away with merits and virtues."

As he blurted out a sentence of Buddhist Sanskrit, ripples appeared out of thin air and pierced into Bai Yutong's body.

Bai Yutong only felt a scorching warm current rushing towards his legs, followed by a heartache.

Just when he was in so much pain that he almost fainted, there was a dense sound of "Puff" on his legs. Immediately afterwards, blood splashed in all directions, and white insect eggs the size of rice grains came out from the bones of his legs. It sprayed out from the flesh and blood, splashing a ten-foot radius like a rain of blood, and when it fell on the ground, it quickly shriveled and stopped wriggling.

And Bai Yutong's legs suddenly turned into a sieve, covered with countless blood holes, dense bones can be seen everywhere, and in the blink of an eye, he was covered with gushing blood and became a blood man.

But at this moment, he was able to clenched his teeth and looked at his legs with a distorted face. He was considered a fierce person.

The old monk put away the lotus seal, and after glancing at him, his heart moved slightly. From his expression, he saw some shadow of himself when he was young, and he couldn't help but slightly nodded and said:

"Although the sky rains heavily, it does not moisten the rootless grass. The Buddhism is vast, and it does not cross the unfavorable people."

"There is a cause and effect for you to go through this catastrophe, but it fell on the old monk to resolve a lot of sins for me. The old monk has always been clear about grievances and grievances. Naturally, the blessings accumulated from you will not be used in vain. Today I will give you an article "The Flame "Bone Casting Sutra", it happens that your leg bones are riddled with holes and injuries, you can practice this sutra to recover."

Bai Yutong, who was on the verge of coma, suddenly regained his spirits, struggled a few times but couldn't get up at all, and finally could only hand in his hand and thanked:

"The master has saved my life and taught me Bai Yutong. The great kindness and virtue will never be forgotten, but I haven't asked the master's Dharma name yet. Please feel free to let me know."

The old monk folded his palms together and said: "The old monk's name is Kuchan, but he is just an ordinary wandering monk in Kusai Temple."

"In addition, this "Flame Casting Bone Sutra" is not the body training method of the Temple of Misery, but a self-created thing that the old monk felt while traveling in the clouds, so I dare to give it to you."

After finishing speaking, the old monk flipped his hands, and a round bone bead fell into Bai Yutong's arms immediately, and then Kong Kong grabbed it, and the short metal tube appeared in his hand, after a light twist, a Thick red smoke drifted out immediately.

"Master, this is you." Bai Yutong said with a surprised expression.

"Exorcism is done!"

The old monk sneered and strode forward, and after moving his lips, a sound transmission came into his ears, actually instructing Bai Yutong how to practice this exercise.

After the sound transmission disappeared, there was a sudden horrified scream from the yellow sand in the distance, and then, after a few violent roars, the world seemed to quiet down, and even the howling wind seemed to dissipate together.

Although there were faint howls of sand wolves in the distance, it soon became silent without any sound.

Just as Bai Yutong was listening intently, the sound of footsteps suddenly came from behind him.

"The city gate guard?"

Bai Yutong suddenly thought of something, gritted his teeth, sat up and pressed the bone bead into a bloody hole.

"Master Kuchan made it clear that this bone bead is refined from the bones of monsters, and it needs to be melted into the body with fresh blood. After it is completely melted, this exercise will naturally be remembered in my mind."

As soon as I thought of this, a more intense pain suddenly hit, as if a steel awl pierced into the head and then stirred it violently.

"Who's there? Report the source or don't blame us for being rude."

Just as the guard's voice sounded, Bai Yutong rolled his eyes and fell to the ground, unconscious.

(End of this chapter)