"Master? Can't be saved?"
Mai Fan shook his head.
"Then little monk, what should we do now?"
This player is so realistic. When it comes to use, he uses the honorific title for Mai Fan, and now he has become a little monk?
Mai Fan didn't care and made a promise to Fengyun Ke: "The donor's condition should be okay. Let's rescue the donor's friends first."
"As for the other people..." Mai Fan was talking when he suddenly saw () appearing on top of the corpses' heads, with the words "can be transcended" marked among them.
Hey, is this another opportunity for a new trigger?
It's no wonder that the original protagonist of this world always follows the original villain. With such luck, he is worthy of being the protagonist of the previous world.
Thinking of this, Mai Fan said: "I will make peace with them and set up an inscription to bury them temporarily."
"If the two donors arrive at their destination, let's find a good day and let them return to their hometown."
Fengyun Ke looked at the NPCs (corpses) in his eyes and didn't care much. He nodded and let Mai Fan watch the operation.
Mai Fan felt a burst of joy in his heart. He dragged the five corpses aside, lined them up, and began to recite the "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra": "If all sentient beings in the future may be dreaming or sleeping..."
The sound is not loud, but the effect is outstanding.
As Mai Fan sang, the words on the corpses turned into (already transformed)
And when the words above their heads completely disappeared, Mai Fan noticed the difference.
Now that the corpses of those NPCs are placed there, they are no longer as weird as when they first died.
If you want to ask this question to the game system, there is definitely no answer.
Mai Fan's hand poked at the diary again, and sure enough, there was a lot of clues in it.
'The place where sneakiness disappears has Yin Qi, resentment and blood Qi. '
'If there is a living soul that has not left and the body is not protected, it is easy to undergo corpse transformation or form a new ghost. '
Sure enough, this world seems extremely reasonable, how could it not fill the loopholes?
Then his profession as a Buddhist monk is very useful in some aspects.
After thinking about this, Mai Fan turned to where Fengyun Ke was. He found that the other party was giving his team leader a pill that he had never seen before.
Mai Fan looked at the red balls. After the team leader swallowed them, the blood bar above his head automatically increased by 5%.
The team leader's face also showed blood, and finally he no longer had to struggle on the line of life and death.
"Amitabha, donor, what is this?"
Fengyun Ke looked at the bottle in his hand, with a pained expression on his face: "This is the Qi and Blood Pill we got from killing the bandits. If it is a high-quality product in Tongjitang in the capital, it will cost one tael of silver per pill." ah."
At this point, the team leader suddenly interjected: "But if the master really likes it, we can give this bottle of elixir to the master! After all, my life and that of my apprentice were saved by the little master."
So good? The young monk was disrespectful.
Mai Fan didn't have the noble sentiment to do good deeds without expecting anything in return, so he happily accepted the gift from the other party.
Looking at the big character (can be conquered) above the opponent's head, the Zen staff in his hand was a little ready to move.
Later, I thought that they were just martial arts professionals in Yongzhong, so their match might not be suitable for me.
In addition, the level and attributes of the person opposite were even more ordinary among ordinary, so Mai Fan didn't think much about it anymore.
When the morning sun shines over the mountains early the next day, I say goodbye to this player and his main character.
...
Next, Mai Fan's wandering process at level six became much smoother.
He caught up with a few caravans heading towards Songshan on the official road, climbed into the wagons pulled by mules and horses, and no longer had to hold on to his own legs.
The trip was much faster now, and it didn't take long before we entered the territory of Songshan Mountain.
When he arrived near the Songshan Shaolin Temple, Mai Fan discovered some characteristics of the people living here.
It has a strong devotion to Buddha and has gathered many believers.
But these people are different from the prosperous people who study Buddhism in Chang'an. Most of the people coming and going in Songshan are warriors with strong qi and blood.
Songshan Shaolin, martial arts master.
There are countless lay disciples.
There are people who come and go here, and they do all kinds of things, but at their origin, they all come from the same place.
They met from different parts of the world and exchanged knowledge, thus becoming brothers.
This is also the reason why Songshan Shaolin has a high status in the world.
Shaolin is not just a temple, but has a ubiquitous martial arts influence.
It is precisely because of the high reputation of Shaolin in the world that a lot of things happen in this area.
Mai Fan has already seen three or four disputes since he entered the Shaolin realm.
There are many small sects and sects living in the Shaolin area, seeking protection, and if some sects have disputes, they will come to Shaolin for comment.
Just like this, Mai Fan was lying on the cargo box with great interest, watching the two people from the small sect squaring off.
He was probably at the stage of entering the martial arts world for the first time. Although Mai Fan had never learned martial arts, he did not feel that the people on the opposite side could pose any threat to him.
But the Jianghu people's fists and kicks are really lethal to ordinary people.
No, one of them accidentally flew out the knife in his hand and directly passed over the head of the mule and horse pulling the goods. The horse was so startled that it jumped up and down while pulling the carriage.
"What the hell!"
Mai Fan fell off his horse in a headlong dash. Just when his little bare head was about to come into contact with the ground, bang, someone grabbed him by his ankles.
"Hu... Amitabha..."
Mai Fan hung upside down and took a closer look, and saw a pair of monk shoes.
Huh? similar! He raised his head with all his strength and saw the red-skinned monk. He was carrying him with one hand and pressing the horse with the other hand, stopping the tragedy of riding horses in the city that was about to happen.
The people around him probably really respected the monk, and those who were watching applauded and cheered: "Okay!"
The monk was a bit naive, and he was a little embarrassed by the praise, so he subconsciously scratched his head.
He forgot that he was still holding Mai Fan in his hand. With a bang, the unprepared Mai Fan fell to the ground.
"Oh, little monk, are you okay? You are a young disciple of that church. Why didn't you just follow the master and go to the temple, but you went to play in the busy city?"
Mai Fan got up from the ground, patted the dust, and his demeanor changed. His demeanor was not at all like that of the Songshan monks. He greeted him very politely: "Amitabha, this senior brother, this young monk is from Huichang Temple in Chang'an." Come here, accept the name of senior brother and go to Shaolin to practice."
"I don't know what the name of this senior brother is. Can you recommend me to the young monk?"
The great monk was a little embarrassed. He seemed to have thought of something, and there was some evil in his eyes. He said to Mai Fan in a somewhat depressed tone: "With a status like a poor monk, he cannot be recommended by a young monk from Chang'an." people."
"Since you are here to study Buddhism, come with me into the mountain and wait for the gatekeeper's announcement."
