"You won't tell me what's going on with Niubi without taking the Tao number?"
"Don't tell~" Monk Buwen took a bite of the oily ham, his mouth full of oil and a smile on his face.
Qin Weijie was extremely annoyed by being forced to do so, and simply decided to randomly choose a Taoist nickname: "Ganbald Donkey! My Taoist name is Ganbald Donkey!"
Qin Weijie was not showing any respect to the monk at this time, pointing at the monk and scolding the bald donkey. This was no longer referring to mulberry and scolding Huai, but a blatant scolding.
Qin Weijie usually flaunts his civilized tips, but he was so rude today. I imagine this guy was very angry at this indifferent monk.
Qin Weijie originally thought that Monk Buwen would be furious because of this matter, but he didn't expect that Monk Buwen still held the ham and took two big bites. Then he looked at Qin Weijie with a smile on his face, as if asking: "My dear fellow Taoist, are you sure?" Yet?"
He hated the feeling of being hit on cotton the most. Seeing that the monk didn't care if it hurt or not, Qin Weijie became even more angry.
Qin Weijie and Monk Buwen didn't speak. Buwen Sanren, who had been silent for a long time, frowned and said, "You idiot! You coward! Come on Haohao! (Damn it, you fool, come on!) "
After saying that, Buwen Sanren waved his hand and slapped Qin Weijie.
This palm seemed soft, but the moment it hit Qin Weijie, Qin Weijie flew backwards and jumped three trenches before stopping.
He hit the earth wall of another trench hard, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his chest. Qin Weijie suddenly felt a jolt of joy in his body.
"Have I awakened to shake my body?"
Qin Weijie patted the dirt on his body, crawled back to the trench, and returned to Buwen and Buwen again.
Don’t ask the monk: “How is it?”
"I vomited out the blocked blood..."
"That's very good... Let's go ahead and give yourself a nice name, such as Zhahua Layman, Hongchen Sanren, Xiaoyaoshanren..." Monk Buwen helped Qin Weijie choose a name with a smile.
Qin Weijie's face is turning green now. Is the name you chose really awesome? Flower-picking layman? A scattered person in the world of mortals? Xiaoyaoshanren? If you don't recognize me, you can just call me the flower picker and the wanderer in the world.
Why is it that the name given to the monk always sounds like someone who often goes to romantic places? Could it be that the monk not only broke the abstention from meat and fish, but is also a flower monk?
Although it was not clear what kind of medicine Bu Qian Monk and Bu Wen San Ren sold in their gourds, it could be seen from the painstaking efforts of the two of them in helping themselves recover from their internal injuries that they probably had no ill intentions towards him.
Just take a Taoist number, otherwise these two guys would definitely not tell their old boss about their situation.
Qin Weijie lowered his head and thought for a while and then said: "How about I name it 'Wo Tian'? The name is domineering and catchy..."
Monk Bu Wen frowned: "I'm afraid I've violated some taboos. After all, daring to say the word "Wo Tian" is a bit arrogant!"
"Hey, monk, do you still care about this? It seems like you are a guy with no taboos, how can you have so many taboos! You can just live by it, you said it is just a code name!"
Qin Weijie said, but he was secretly teasing in his heart that Tom might be nicknamed Voldemort in the future, with one lying on the ground and the other lying on the sky. It feels inexplicably CP!
In fact, if I hadn't been afraid of not being able to get through the trial, I would have given myself a nickname, "F*ck".
Don’t ask the monk: “Okay, that’s it, blind man, what do you think?”
"Nonsense!" Buwen Sanren cursed somewhat unhappily, but it was considered a disguised admission.
"In that case, let's get started!" Monk Buwen nodded and put the ham aside. Then he and Buwen Sanren stood up and approached Qin Weijie step by step.
"I'm going! What are you going to do? If you take one step forward, I will shout. I really shouted!" Qin Weijie looked a little panicked when he saw the two people approaching him with unkind expressions.
The two of them didn't want to discuss with Qin Weijie at this time. Monk Wuwen stepped forward quickly, pulled open Qin Weijie's clothes, and left his upper body naked. Then, fearing that Qin Weijie would move randomly, he took out a golden bowl and cast a spell. He directly hung the golden bowl over Qin Weijie's head.
With the golden bowl hanging above his head, Qin Weijie instantly felt that his body could not move, as if someone had attached a holding charm.
"Hey! I'm not being particular anymore! It's such a cold winter, and my old wounds haven't healed yet, so you're just letting me freeze like this! What on earth are you going to do!" Although Qin Weijie couldn't move, his mouth was still not sealed, so he opened his mouth to ask.
Monk Buwen smiled and forcibly straightened Qin Weijie's body into a cross-legged meditation posture: "Keep the precepts!"
Qin Weijie wanted to interrupt, but the monk was probably tired of Qin Weijie's talk of asking for answers. He picked up the ham on the side and stuffed it directly into Qin Weijie's mouth, thus blocking his talk.
At this time, Buwen Sanren behind Qin Weijie finally moved. He saw Buwen Sanren holding a langhao pen, dipped it in scarlet cinnabar, and started to draw on Qin Weijie's back. Qin Weijie couldn't see what he drew, so he had to let him go. painted.
Buwen Sanren is obviously not good at speaking. He does the hard work himself and does all the talking without asking the monk:
"Mysterious method, nine years of initiation, twelve precepts, fifteen fifteen thoughts, and eighteen seals. The master who didn't listen to it three years ago...that is, your master helped you initiate it. Now your master has attained enlightenment and died. I specifically asked the poor monk and Bu Wen to keep the precepts for you when you are twelve years old."
"There are nine precepts in the Dao of the Taoist Heavenly Master, which are to do nothing, to be soft, to be feminine, to be nameless, to be quiet, to do good, to have no desire, to know what to do, and to give in. When it comes to following the teacher, the Dharma You have all come out of the Mysterious Altar, and you should keep these nine precepts. Today we are entrusted to keep the precepts for you. I hope you will not let down your master's painstaking efforts..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Weijie had not yet reacted. He only felt a burning sensation on his back, and a faint stream of clear water filled his eyebrows. The next second, his consciousness seemed to fall into a cool and comfortable pool, and he lost consciousness in a daze.
When Qin Weijie opened his eyes again, he felt relaxed all over. The physical damage caused by forcibly driving magic, Xuanqi and the power of death last night seemed to be half healed. His body seemed to have undergone a transformation, and he could not feel any improvement, but There is a mysterious and mysterious feeling.
"What about a magical world? Why is it so fantasy..." Qin Weijie woke up leisurely and murmured.
"Hey~ Blind man, wake up, wake up!" Monk Buwen hurriedly greeted Buwen Sanren who was standing aside with a cold expression.
Qin Weijie looked at the two of them and frowned slightly: "How did my master die!? Lao Niubi is definitely not simple. How could he die for no reason!?"
Monk Buwen glanced at Buwen Sanren. Buwen Sanren didn't say anything. He just nodded. Seeing this, Monk Buwen slowly said: "At the beginning of last year, the city of Jinling was destroyed. You must have heard about the massacre by Japanese invaders. ?”
Qin Weijie clenched his fist: "Jinling City has been destroyed, and the Japanese invaders have committed countless crimes! I just wish I could kill a few Japanese to serve the country!!"
"Haha, I saw that right! He is a bloody man..." Monk Buwen laughed, but there was a trace of sadness in his voice, which was in great contrast to his usual cheerful personality.
"With a handle, don't fight! (With a handle, no problem!)" Buwen Sanren also fits the sentence.
Monk Bu Wen continued: "The city of Jinling was destroyed and the Japanese invaders massacred the city. The whole country of China was shocked. All the Xuanxiu monks went down to save the country and gathered at the Purple Mountain of Jinling. Your master and his disciples went with him.
During the March massacre of the city, the Xuanxiu righteous men fought to save innocent people, but they encountered the Onmyoji, Shinto ghosts, ninjas, and wizards from the Empire of the Rising Sun. Even though I, the Chinese Xuanxiu, had all kinds of miraculous skills, I still couldn't defeat the guns and the crowd. Monsters, our defeat was not to those monsters who stole skills, but to the progress of civilization.
In order to save the people, Ziyao Ziyao, the Taoist sect of Shenxiao, blocked the machine gun with his body... Master Ruxin of the Golden Buddha Temple blew up the enemy's ammunition depot and did not come out in the end...
Mr. Lin Qixian, a scholar, is famous for his soft temper in the world, but he became hard-edged for a while. That day, I watched him lift the three-foot Qingfeng sword and recite, "Kill one in ten steps, leave no trace in a thousand miles." During the enemy battle, he killed seventeen people in a row and finally died as a martyr. When he died, he looked up to the sky and shouted, "Who said that I, a Confucian scholar, are useless? You know that I, the Confucian disciple, also have a knight-errant mind!" '...
Under the Zhonghua sect, the poor monk also saw a young monk with no sect. The poor monk still does not know his name. He only remembers that that boy was holding a silver gun and killed seven people in a row. He was seriously injured and exhausted. He vowed to hold the gun even to death. Standing, he shouted, "I will turn into a ghost after death, but I will also give birth to your flesh and blood." The bandits for dozens of days were so frightened that they did not dare to come forward..."
Monk Buwen burst into tears as he spoke.
Qin Weijie also clenched his fists, his nails digging into his flesh, his eyes were red and he took a deep breath, pretending to be innocent and asked: "Where is the old cow's nose? You didn't embarrass me, did you? Can you die a heroic death?"
"The real person is called a hero. Because all three disciples died in the battle, the real person was heartbroken and furious. He wrote a line of blood on the gate of Jinling City, 'Kill a thief every day, sacrifice an old friend with blood', and then one by one The sword was hidden in the dark, and for half a month, it killed the leader of the Japanese invaders every day, and there would be another head added to the city gate every day, so that the Japanese commanders did not dare to go out.
In the end, the Japanese invaders were frightened and organized seventeen true onmyojis of the time, carrying hundreds of shikigami and ghosts, plus seven Shinto ghosts and three shadow-level ninjas to ambush your master. On that day, the real person knew that it was an ambush, but he was still determined to die. He only left a few words before leaving.
'Today, I will kill the Xuanmen monks and damage the foundation of Xuan Dao. A hundred years ago, our ancestors were confused and taught such a bunch of beasts. Today, I will clean up the door for my ancestors. The Chinese things passed down by our ancestors, today Then give it back to China on my Chinese land! '
No one witnessed the bloody battle that day, except that no one came out of the Villa where the real person was ambushed from that day on. Someone entered the Villa three days later, and when they returned, they only said, "It's just like Abi Hell, no one will survive." "
"Hahaha! That's awesome! Lao Niubi is really capable! He killed well! Killed him to death! Killed beautifully!" Qin Weijie turned around and looked up to the sky laughing happily, but Monk Wuwen clearly saw that Qin Weijie A line of clear tears on the side of the face is like a gurgling clear spring:
"Hahaha, Lao Niubi is awesome! No shame! Just die and become an immortal! I won't think about it anymore! The two masters were entrusted by Niubi, and they have completed their tasks perfectly... It's a pity, boy! To keep up the good work, my talk with my rich grandpa broke down some time ago. I don’t have any good thank you gifts for you two. If I meet again in the future, I will thank you. I am still sleepy without realizing it, so I will go back to sleep... "
As he spoke, Qin Weijie walked away, leaving only a figure pretending to be strong.
Returning to the bunker, Qin Weijie locked the door tightly and cried for several days, without eating or drinking. When he came out of the room again seven days later, his whole body was as thin as a withered body, his eyes were blood red, and two bloody tears had solidified on his cheeks. superior……
