The hanging lamp monk clasped his hands together, faced the corpse, and muttered words, as if to save him.
Not long after, he opened his eyes, nodded and said, "What the donor said is true. Evil ways and evil ways do a lot of harm to people, and this trip is all about eradicating evil."
"But, uh...how did you find yourself here?" Fu Yunge thought for a while, and seemed to not know how to address him better, so he could only ask with the most basic honorific.
Unexpectedly, there was a look of compassion in the eyes of the hanging lamp monk.
He motioned for Fu Yunge to follow him. Fu Yunge followed him over the nearby hills with some confusion, and suddenly saw a small village lying quietly in the valley surrounded by mountains.
"This, this is..." Fu Yunge seemed unbelievable.
Here, the smell of blood just became stronger and stronger, as if it had found its source.
Fu Yunge didn't want to believe that it was the weirdo just now who massacred this peaceful little village.
"That's the truth. The poor monk feels the same sorrow." The hanging lamp monk stood quietly aside, the wind blowing fluttering the hem of his cassock. "If we could have taken one step earlier, this human tragedy would have been avoided."
"May all innocent people receive the blessings they deserve, and may their lives be peaceful and free from disasters. Amitabha."
As he spoke, he bowed his head and clasped his hands devoutly again, and his voice seemed to have a magnetic echo.
Fu Yunge looked at him, then looked back quietly at everything in front of him. After a while, he even heard the helpless shouts of people at that time, as well as the lingering sound of death falling to the ground.
It's like hearing a bell, the vibration is rejected, and the sound is deep in the bones.
The blue clouds float by, like flowing clothes. Wild birds fly far away, leaving behind bursts of cries.
It seemed like a long time passed before the hanging lamp monk slowly opened his eyes.
Fu Yunge stood aside and never disturbed him. Seeing how solemn and solemn he looked, a natural sense of awe arose in my heart, and I became even less willing to disturb him.
"The donor has been waiting for a long time." When he saw Fu Yunge who was still beside him, he lowered his head and said a little ashamedly.
Fu Yunge immediately waved his hand, indicating that he didn't mind.
The hanging lamp monk had finished praying, so he took one last look down the mountain, picked up the bronze Zen staff behind him, and returned to the original path with Fu Yunge.
"Wherever the donor wants to go now, I may be able to accompany you." On the road, the monk with a hanging lantern asked sideways.
Fu Yunge thought for a while and truthfully told him that he was going to Blackwater Sky Barrier.
After hearing this, the hanging lamp monk felt sad. He let out a long sigh, and the hand holding the staff loosened slightly, as if he felt the same.
"Blackwater Sky Barrier, do you know where it is?" Finally, Fu Yunge asked habitually.
However, the Xingdeng monk just shook his head regretfully: "What the poor monk knows, I'm afraid Fuduo will help the benefactor. The martial arts community has not heard of this place, but if you go south, there should be clues."
"Going south?" Fu Yunge refused to give up every bit of information.
The hanging lamp warrior monk raised his Zen staff and pointed into the distance: "The road the donor took is exactly to the south. Since it is named after black water, it must be a place rich in water. Living in the north is a desert, and facing water in the south..."
"And the poor monk comes from the south. When he crosses these mountains and fields, he will meet the swamp."
Fu Yunge asked along the way, but he was actually not sure. After listening to the words of the hanging lamp warrior monk, I felt an enlightenment.
You can reach Shuize by going straight south, which should be closer to Blackwater Sky Barrier.
Although there is still no accurate positioning, it is not easy to know this. Just wait until you meet Mizusawa and continue asking.
Hesitantly about to go, Fu Yunge looked at the hanging lamp monk again: "Then, where are you going?"
The hanging lamp monk held his Zen staff and shook his head with a smile: "I am very sorry that the place the poor monk wants to go is in the north, and I am afraid it will be difficult for him to go with the donor. I wish the donor a smooth trip and save Mr. Poinsettia."
Fu Yunge also said goodbye to him, and the two parted ways.
But after bidding farewell to the hanging lamp monk, his compassionate face and pious Sanskrit words made Fu Yunge linger in his mind, which was quite unforgettable.
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Two days of running, day and night. Fu Yunge finally crossed the dense mountain forest and encountered the waterway and the rolling low hills.
Coming out of the valley, Fu Yunge had already seen the sunlight getting brighter and brighter in front of him. The tributaries of the river beach gurgled, washing away a piece of soft sand from the valley, and accumulated it outside the valley, shining with golden luster.
It seems like I haven’t seen such gentle scenery in a long time. Fu Yunge couldn't help but slow down and observe everything around him calmly, feeling warm in his heart.
Not far away is the gathering river, drifting far away to the other side. Around a low hill, he looked as far as the eye could see, but he couldn't see clearly the scene over there.
The sun shimmers with flowing gold fragments, floating quietly on the smooth water.
Without hesitation, he decided to follow the river back down. After stepping on the soft sandy beach, he then stepped on the grass-growing soil, exerted his strength again, and ran downstream along the river.
The river is long and endless. Fu Yunge ran happily, but he didn't dare to forget his original purpose easily and asked everywhere.
I encountered several small villages along the river, all of which were sparsely populated. In the quiet life, Fu Yunge wandered around for several days and nights.
Finally, when he arrived at the next inhabited town, he realized something was wrong.
It's hard to describe the strange feeling I felt while walking down the river these days. Finally, when he entered this small town, he finally realized what the problem was.
The further down you go, the familiar and familiar the shallow accent becomes. Until here, by listening to the conversations of passers-by, he finally understood that this river was the river that passed through his hometown!
