The old monk is a monk who practices on foot and has been wandering all his life. The little beggar was not the first person he saved. He saved people along the way and saved many, many people.
The little beggar lying next to the fire woke up. His broken leg was wrapped with wood and spliced together, and medicine was applied to the wounds on his body. There is a stranger beside me.
The little beggar, who grew up crawling around and being bullied, didn't trust anyone. He was like a wild dog, showing his claws fiercely.
The old monk was not angry because of his attitude. He clasped his hands together, smiled slightly and recited the Buddha's name.
He does all this without asking for anything in return.
But the little beggar does not believe that someone can help others selflessly.
Because of this snow.
They stayed together in this ruined temple, which was slightly sheltered from the cold wind.
The little beggar couldn't stand the old monk's behavior.
Every day I have to kneel down and worship the Buddha statue in the ruined temple, which is covered with a thick layer of black ash.
said the little beggar.
"He is fake."
The old monk did not argue with him, but asked: "Why is it false?"
The little beggar said angrily: "I have begged Him for a long time, but He has never fulfilled my wish."
The old monk asked again: "What is your wish?"
The little beggar rubbed his shriveled belly, licked his mouth and said, "I want to be full."
This has been his wish since childhood.
But it never materialized.
The old monk gave him all the grain in his bag.
That was the first time the little beggar had his fill.
He stared at the old monk warily: "You don't want me to pay it back, do you?"
The old monk shook his head.
He smiled and said, "Now that He has fulfilled your wish, are you still angry?"
The little beggar snorted coldly: "He is not satisfied, it is you."
The old monk smiled lightly: "We met because of fate, and fate was brought by Him."
The little beggar didn't believe in gods and ignored the old monk's words.
later.
Winter goes and summer comes.
The old monk did not continue to wander, but stayed in the ruined temple to take care of the little beggar.
.
Outside the dream.
The talismans posted on the doors and windows were burning with black smoke, and many ghost figures gathered outside the hall. The 'bang bang' sound kept making the walls vibrate.
The place where the ink fountain line bounced shone with golden light, and the light gradually dissipated. This also means that the doors and windows cannot hold up for long, and soon the ghosts from outside will break through the door.
Zong Lin had a broken arm and was holding a mahogany sword in one hand. The blowing wind sensed that the talisman was burned out and the palace door burst open.
He quickly used his talent, and the [Black Falcon] blew up a gust of wind, lifting up the chicken blood with cinnabar in the barrel next to him, and sprinkled it all on the ghost statue that broke into the narrow side hall.
He was blindfolded and did not see the zombies besides the ghosts.
The zombies were all monks in the temple. They became stiff and bore the brunt of the attack. Chicken blood was splattered all over them, and there was a foul smell from the burning.
The movements of more than a dozen jumping stiffs became sluggish, but this did not affect their powerful evil aura at all.
Zong Lin stood still, blocking the front, cutting off one after another with the peach wood sword. The strange images continued to pour into the hall. Coupled with the stiffness, his entire arm was soaked with corpse poison, and he was numb and unable to exert strength. .
He can only use his spiritual points to display his talents.
The wind is like a blade, wrapped in chicken blood, cutting into the phantom carved from the dark wood——
This is a life-threatening style of play.
The jumping stiffness was only delayed for some time by the chicken blood, and the aggressive wind blown by the [Black Falcon] fell on their Vajra bodies, like scraping.
Seeing a jumping zombie rushing towards him, Zong Lin, who was blindfolded and blocked his ears, didn't expect it, and a mahogany sword stabbed into the jumping zombie's chest.
The peach wood sword with the incantation on it didn't bring much damage to Tiao Zheng, but it was enough to give Zong Lin a chance to dodge.
As the beads were thrown, the densely packed phantoms and a dozen jumps faded away like a tide.
The dim side hall returned to calm.
Zong Lin lifted the black cloth covering his eyes and saw Jiang Yao who had regained consciousness.
Her mental state is very poor. This is a side effect of the 'Dream' talent. It not only consumes the mental value of the talent owner, but also consumes the 'Dream' person.
Zong Lin has come into contact with many players, and he knows a little about Bai Mao's talent for 'dreaming'. People's dreams are divided into deep and light ones, and dreams during light sleep will retain a trace of consciousness. In deep sleep, the owner will not remember the dreams he has had when he wakes up.
As for outsiders who enter the dream, if they enter the dream in deep sleep, they can easily lose themselves...
At first glance, she was in a state of deep sleep.
Jiang Yao put away the peach wood sword and said to him: "Take Baimao, let's go back to Yizhuang!"
Zong Lin asked one more question: "Do you want to take the young novice along with you?"
Jiang Yao glanced at the little novice monk lying on the ground with his peripheral vision, his palms tightened, and the smooth texture of the Buddha beads slightly collided.
She shook her head.
"You can't take it with you."
It wasn't that the abbot of Qingyun Temple didn't allow him to leave the temple, but that he himself couldn't leave the Qingyun Temple.
Zong Lin asked no more questions.
Return to Yizhuang.
Jiang Yao almost fell, but luckily he held on to the wall in time and managed to stabilize his body. After struggling to reach the wall, she immediately fell into a deep sleep.
Sleep until five in the morning.
She just woke up.
The fire burned with orange-red flames. Zong Lin was infected with the zombie poison, which was much worse than before. In one night, the poison had spread to most of her body.
"How much Baiyu wound medicine is left?"
Zong Lin replied: "There is only one left."
Jiang Yao said: "You can eat it. We will leave this strange realm tomorrow."
Hearing this, Zong Lin took the last pill of Bai Yu's wound medicine.
The injuries given by little novices can not only cure internal and external injuries, but also remove corpse toxins. After a while, Zong Lin's body poison was completely removed.
He couldn't help but ask: "How long have you been in the dream?"
Jiang Yao's spirit has not fully recovered, but it is better than in the side hall during the day. It can be seen how much this 'dream' consumed her spirit.
She said calmly: "Three years."
The flow rate in dreams is slower than reality, especially dreams in deep sleep. She stayed in the dream for three full years, watching from the perspective of a bystander as the little beggar grew up and died——
From not being able to feel things in dreams to being able to feel everything in person.
Even though Zong Lin was mentally prepared, he didn't expect it would take so long.
He waited outside for several hours, but Jiang Yao actually spent three years in his dream.
"That's not the point." She didn't have time to tell Zong Lin everything that happened in the past three years, so she could only highlight the key points:
“I have explored more than 90% of the main line, and there is still a little left.
There's one thing I have to make sure of. "
Zong Lin's heart was beating fast, as if it was about to jump to his throat.
He was not in a hurry to ask about the main clue, but asked: "What's the matter?"
Jiang Yao said: "Looking for corpses."
In the little novice's dream, this place was a ruined temple a few years ago and was later rebuilt into a yizhuang. She had several guesses about the location, and Yizhuang was one of them.
The two began to dig.
Bai Mao, who was sleeping deeply, was awakened by their movements. When he opened his eyes, he saw deep pits dug out in the ground of Yizhuang.
