Unable to answer this, Yang Zhao activated the transfer method.
"It seems that you have a good relationship with this great monk."
The beautiful woman in black said with a look of disdain: "He and I are not on good terms. Before he died, I loved eating intelligent creatures the most, but he wouldn't let me. He said something that would be detrimental to my moral character. He is always with me every day. Chanting sutras in my ears annoyed me to death. After he died, I felt that eating this intelligent creature would not be so delicious, otherwise I would have tasted anything from his corpse."
Forehead……….
It seems that the two people have a good relationship, but the beautiful woman in black has a strong appetite and her diet is a bit complicated.
"Great monk, this little girl next to me said that you might want to return to your hometown after falling leaves, so I brought her to see you. It's better for you to go home, so as not to be roasted by the ground fire here, always craving for me."
The beautiful woman in black raised her chin, Yang Zhao held her posture and saluted, and said in Chinese: "Junior Yunyang Guan Yang Zhao has met the master."
After the ceremony, she straightened up: "This junior is from China, Chi County. You don't know how many years have passed here. Are you willing to return to your hometown?"
There was no movement in the little graveyard, and the beautiful woman in black let out a laugh.
"I have already said that he is very stingy. I have discussed with him many times to let him move the grave, but he still won't agree. How could he agree to a strange little girl?"
Yang Zhao licked his lips and chuckled.
"With your magic power, you should be able to force him to move away."
The beautiful woman in black kicked the small grave under her feet.
"He only has a corpse left now. How can he be stronger than me? But he is already dead. If he doesn't want to, I can't force him."
After she finished speaking, she kicked her twice hard: "So I said he was stingy. When I buried him, I could hold back my saliva and not eat. How can I hold back now? Besides, we have been friends for so many years. Let me have a taste. What’s wrong?”
If Yang Zhao had known before her death that a friend was always thinking about eating her body, she would not have dared to ask him to help move the grave.
"People there attach great importance to death, and death is too important to be desecrated. If you had bitten him twice while he was still alive, he might have accepted it even though he was a monk."
The beautiful woman in black turned to look at Yang Zhao in surprise: "In other words, when he was alive, I could taste it. Why?"
Yang Zhao: "Senior, I just said it is possible that the Buddhism he believes in has this allusion."
Buddha cut meat to feed eagles, maybe this great monk can also learn from the idol.
"I said you, a great monk, are really unreasonable. You didn't tell me about such a big thing when you were alive. Why didn't I realize that you were such a stingy person?"
The beautiful woman in black, with a sneer on her face, kicked the small grave bag twice more.
The twenty-centimeter small grave mound suddenly became ten centimeters, and the thick volcanic ash on the grave mound was pressed down by a force before it could even rise.
When Yang Zhao first arrived, he felt that the tomb was a bit short. At first, he wondered if it was caused by geological movement.
Looking at it now, it is very likely that he was kicked short by the beautiful woman in black.
"Great monk, just stay here and be roasted by the fire. I won't bother to look at you from now on."
The beautiful woman in black held an umbrella and turned around to leave. Yang Zhao could only salute and say goodbye.
"Master, I bid farewell to you, Amitabha."
Yang Zhao turned around and quickly caught up with the beautiful woman in black, fearing that the beautiful woman in black would get angry and leave her here, and she wouldn't even know how to get back.
But before she took a few steps, she heard a sound of tapping metal from behind. The sound was clear and melodious, making people feel comfortable.
The beautiful woman in black who was walking in front of Yang Zhao suddenly disappeared. Yang Zhao looked back and saw that the beautiful woman in black was already standing in front of the small grave bag.
"Hmph, you monk are targeting me on purpose. You don't want me to help you move your grave, but you want a fellow countryman to take you back to your hometown?"
She kicked the ground, and a big hole instantly appeared on the ground.
The kicked-out sand and gravel still retain their original appearance, like jelly that has been dug out.
Yang Zhao took two steps back, just in time to see the body at the bottom of the pit.
This body was so miserable. The first thing that caught my eye was the broken head.
The great monk's entire skull was collapsed, and his facial features were sunken beyond recognition, but they were very clean. Someone should have wiped and tidied them up for him.
A pair of incomplete rosary beads hung around his neck. The beads on it were sparse and he didn't know how many beads were missing.
He was covered with a woman's goose-yellow dress. The dress was not big and could not cover the bloody cassock underneath.
The chest of the corpse was slumped, and the blood spread through the dress, blooming into a bright red flower.
This blood has a faint golden color, bright color, and no oxidation and coagulation.
Just like his corpse, although it looked extremely miserable, it didn't look like he had been dead for many years.
Beside the body were a tin staff and an alms bowl. There is also a yellow Qiankun bag inside the alms bowl.
The metallic sound they heard just now should have come from the alms bowl.
The beautiful woman in black here was still not relieved and walked around the big pit several times.
"I said, monk, do you really want to go back to your hometown?"
The alms bowl rang slightly by itself.
"How long have you been dead? Why didn't you tell me that you wanted to go back to your hometown?"
Tell you why? Let you go to Chixian Shenzhou to try other monks?
There was no movement in the alms bowl for a long time, and the beautiful woman in black circled the big pit a few more times.
The beautiful woman in black asked again without giving up.
"Monk, you want this little girl to take you back to your hometown." The word "little girl" is accented.
The alms bowl rang slightly again.
The beautiful woman in black circled the pit for another half circle to calm down her emotions.
"Okay, go back. You don't have to worry about me when you go back."
The beautiful woman in black stretched out her hand and grabbed it, and the body flew out of the pit. The tin staff and the alms bowl containing the Qiankun bag flew out of the pit with the body.
Then he took the body and walked forward without looking back.
Yang Zhao could only follow quickly behind.
In fact, she was quite curious as to why the alms bowl could ring on its own. After all, this was a monk who had lost his soul. How could he control foreign objects without soul consciousness?
But the beautiful woman in black didn't look right, so she didn't dare to ask.
The two of them took the body to the top of the mountain again. The beautiful woman in black quickly put away her umbrella.
When Yang Zhao saw this, he followed suit and closed the black umbrella, and the magma hell was replaced by the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers.
The sky is not covered by volcanic ash, the sun is just right, there is no scorching fire on the ground, and the ground is green and the water is clear.
It was like going from hell to heaven in an instant.
She carefully touched the black umbrella in her hand, wondering whether it was a teleportation array or a magic weapon to break illusions.
Or maybe it's something she doesn't understand now, but the benefits of this thing are undoubted.
