Cultivation little Taoist

Chapter 862
Huang Geng said: "Is it possible that you can calculate my fate? I warn you, if you dare to talk nonsense, don't blame me for being rude."

"Monks don't tell lies, and the old monk is incompetent, but this object can make the benefactor perform his own destiny." The old monk stretched out his palm while speaking.

He squinted and saw nothing.

Huang Geng opened his mouth and was about to yell, when the old monk waved at him and walked towards a stone house with four walls and no windows.

Stepping into the door and being in a dark place, the old monk turned his palm down. After a while, a bud tip as thin as a knitting needle grew on the ground, and several long and pointed leaves like cattails stretched out, each piece was bright red. Like blood.

"What is this?" Huang Geng asked in surprise.

Before the old monk could answer, Master Hu Li cried out in astonishment: "It's the dreaming grass! According to ancient books, this kind of grass shrinks into the ground during the day, and sprouts and grows leaves at night. With a leaf, you can dream about the future."

"Good eyesight." The old monk nodded and said, "What you think in your heart can be found in your dreams—"

"Don't be polite, don't you just dream about whatever you want? I want to see what it will be like ten years from now."

Huang Geng snatched the words, reached out and picked up a leaf.

As soon as the box was stuffed into his arms, he wobbled and fell to the ground, falling asleep.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, he yelled "Oh my god" and bounced up, with cold sweat dripping all over his head and face.

Can you be afraid?

As soon as he fell into the dream, he saw a little boy about ten years old.

The boy looks very much like Butcher Zhang when he was a child!
Both of them grew up in Yingu County, Huang Geng naturally recognized him.

Beside him stood a strong man holding a sharp knife, teaching Butcher Zhang how to butcher a pig: "Son, when killing a pig, the first cut must be accurate. Look carefully."

As he said that, the strong man stretched his arms and pulled a grunting fat pig and wanted to move the knife.

What almost knocked Huang Geng out of his wits was that the fat pig waiting to be slaughtered was him!

I am a dignified county magistrate, how could I be reborn as a pig?

It must be the old monk who used deceitful tricks to confuse me.

Huang Geng immediately turned his face, and yelled at the servants to drag the old monk out and chop him up!

"The path of all living beings is the six realms of reincarnation. Heaven, humanity, and Asura are the three good realms; the animal realm, hungry ghost realm, and hell realm are the three evil realms. If you are not benevolent or righteous, if you do wrong or evil, you will enter the three evil realms."

The old monk said calmly,
"You killed the old monk, and you have added another crime. The way of animals will never end."

"Nonsense, I don't believe in this evil!"

Huang Geng stopped the yamen servant and snorted, "I want to know, what will happen in five years?"

Huang Geng had his own plan for making this decision: As long as I don't die, I won't fall into the three evil ways.

Hmph, I want to find the person who killed me in advance, and take his life first!

With the dream grass in his arms, Huang Geng fell asleep for the second time.

As soon as he opened his eyes in a daze, he saw the magnificent mansion, and also saw an extremely familiar figure—uncle Huang Shicheng.

The emperor made three expeditions to Goguryeo, and his uncle led the Xiaoqi Battalion to fight the vanguard. He only set off a few days ago. How could he return home so quickly?

Without thinking too much, Huang Geng was about to greet his uncle when he heard a baby cry "Wow".

After being dazed for a while, Huang Geng finally figured out that this was in a dream, five years later.

It's unbelievable that after being reincarnated again, I actually became my uncle's biological son!
What surprised Huang Geng even more was that the woman coaxing him was none other than his mother.

In other words, when the uncle returns, he has accepted his sister-in-law as his concubine.

To be the son of man for the second time should be considered a strange fate.

Huang Geng was sighing to himself when, out of the corner of his eye, a five or six-year-old boy slipped into the bedroom.

Just at this time, Huang Shicheng and Huang Geng's mother put down the child to see off the guests. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the boy strangled his neck: "Ugly, once you are born, your parents will stop loving me. I will strangle you to death." !"

Huang Geng, who hadn't reached his [-]th day, struggled with all his might, but to no avail.After a while, I lost my breath.

Fortunately, before he died, he recognized the boy.

Who can believe that the boy is Tang Shun, the former county magistrate!
Tang Shun's sudden death was caused by Huang Geng and his uncle Huang Shicheng.

As the saying goes: Father and son cannot be made without enmity, and the debt owed in the previous life will not be able to escape in the next life.

As soon as Huang Geng woke up from the nightmare, he thought hard: After collecting the military rations, he will go to his uncle's house and find a chance to kill the boy. No, it is Tang Shun, his reborn enemy.

But at this moment, the old monk seemed to have a peek into his mind, clasped his hands together and said: "Good will be rewarded with good, evil will be rewarded with evil, wronged and wronged, when will it be possible?"

"Old bald donkey, shut up. Five years later, I will be born. How can I be reincarnated if I am not dead? I must find out who killed me!"

Huang Geng tore off another leaf of the Dreaming Grass, and entered the dreamland for the third time.

This time, he returned to the county government office—not walking swaggeringly, but being carried back by the government officials.

Hearing a "bang", Huang Geng was thrown onto the bed. He wanted to scold, but his throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't make a sound.

It took a long time before he turned his head reluctantly, and caught a glimpse of the almanac on the desk.

Looking at the day, it should be today, after leaving Luoxia Temple.

What happened, why is there blood on the neck?Before Huang Geng could figure out how to become famous, in a trance, master Hu Li, Wang Butou and Xian Cheng had gathered around and muttered.

The county magistrate said: "It seems that there is no hope."

Catcher Wang continued: "Then what should we do?"

Hu Li smiled sadly, and made a gesture of wiping his neck: "With him here, we will be deputy until death.

Now, the army rations have been confiscated, as long as he is sent back to the west, the three of us will be promoted and get rich.Do it! "

The ruthless words came out, and the three of them made a death move.

One covered his nose and mouth, one pressed his head, and the other pinched his neck. In the blink of an eye, Huang Geng came out of his body, opened his eyes wide and kicked his legs.

"You gang of wolf-hearted bastards, how dare you kill me! Even if I'm a ghost, I won't let you go!"

Waking up with a scream, Huang Geng suddenly felt wet in his crotch.

Hu Li approached with a smirk, and asked cautiously: "My lord, who wants to kill you?"

"Yes, yes..." Huang Geng was terrified, and hurriedly snatched the simple knife from the hand of the yamen servant, and stabbed it into Hu Li's heart.

The head catcher was shocked and stood there dumbfounded, Huang Geng drew his knife and stabbed again.

Seeing this situation, everyone thought that Huang Geng was bewitched, so they ran away.

To put it bluntly, the county magistrate deserved to be unlucky, he was knocked over by everyone, his feet were limp and he fell to the ground.

Huang Geng stepped over to catch up, and swung the Yuanpu knife to chop down!

Three lives, just a whimper.

Holding the blood-stained plain knife, Huang Geng poked it fiercely in front of the old monk: "Fuck your shit, heaven, I have the final say on my fate, what can heaven do to me?"

"Without shame and shame, one is an animal; with greedy greed and no dissatisfaction, one is a hungry ghost; with no conscience, one does all kinds of evil, one is hell."

As he spoke, the old monk took out the Dreaming Grass from Huang Geng's arms, "Good and evil, the grass and the knife. With compassion, the knife is like grass; with the thought of killing, the grass is like a knife."

"Old bald donkey, do you want to stop talking?" Huang Geng raised the blade and put it on the old monk's neck, intending to force him to hand over all the incense money.

Who would have thought that gleaming steel knife was as soft as grass blades!

When he was astonished, he saw the old monk pinching the blade of grass and touching his throat like a dragonfly.

When the thought of killing arises, the grass is like a knife, the old monk wants to break the precept of killing!
The murderous intention dropped suddenly, and Huang Geng finally understood: the one who really wanted to take his life was the old monk who was close at hand.

The master and the catcher are dead, and all the yamen servants have dispersed like birds and beasts, and no one can save him.In desperation, I only heard a burst of laughter hitting my eardrums: "Heaven's evil is still forgiven; self-inflicted evil, you can't live. Huang benefactor, reincarnation begins here, and the three evil ways that will never be restored are waiting for you—"

Not long after, Emperor Sui Yang was forced to hang himself by the rebels, and Huang Shicheng did not end well.

My story is over. "

The old monk clasped his hands together, bowed respectfully to Ye Feng and said.

Ye Feng frowned, "What do you want to say?"

"After Huang Geng's death, his descendants specialized in the study of dream divination, and obtained the Huaimengcao.

Later, it was really successful in research, and with so many famous tricks, it entered the palace and became a dream appraiser.

It's also time for the wicked to do evil. God has no eyes, but the Huang family has lasted for thousands of years, and the incense has never been broken until now. "

"You mean, Lao Huang is the descendant of Huang Geng?" Ye Feng said.

"That's right." The old monk clasped his hands together and said, "And I am Hui Yan from back then, the first generation disciple of the Weiyang Sect, the generation of Hui."

Ye Feng is a little confused now, the first generation disciple of Wei Yangzong should be a real eminent monk.

How can the law body be maintained in a woman's body?
Moreover, Buddhists all pay attention to saving suffering, so how can a woman really live in such a miserable life?
"The benefactor must be wondering, why am I here, right?"

Ye Feng nodded.

"Actually, I don't know." Master Huiyan smiled and shook his head, "After I regained consciousness, I was in this woman's body.

Perhaps, it has something to do with the wish I made in front of the Buddha. "

Ye Feng looked at the old monk, and the old monk explained: "After I killed Huang Geng, I made an oath before the Buddha.

If Huaimengcao falls into the hands of treacherous people in troubled times, I am willing to leave the pure land of bliss and re-enter the mortal world to protect the world.

Now I wake up in this woman's body, but I can't do anything.

Fortunately, the benefactor, a predestined person, came. "

"Does the Huaimeng grass have such great energy?" Ye Feng was curious, "Isn't it just a grass that can be used for divination and dreaming?"

Hui Yan looked at Ye Feng: "The benefactor's words are wrong. If it is an ordinary dream-bearing grass, it is naturally not in the eyes of the people of the sect, because its supernatural power can replace the effect of the dream-bearing grass.

And what I'm talking about is the motherwort with dreams.

The plant I used at the beginning is also the herb of Huaimeng Grass, which can turn grass into a knife with killing thoughts, worthy of any magical weapon.

Moreover, the range of influence covered is extremely large, which can make the celestial master of the sect fall into a dream and execute the killing.

It's a pity that the mother grass disappeared after I died, but seeing the situation of this woman and the location where I appeared, it is likely to fall into the descendants of the Huang family..."

"Does the Huaimeng herb have any characteristics that distinguish it from ordinary Huaimeng grass?" Ye Feng asked with burning eyes.

(End of this chapter)