I Really Don’t Want To Be a Natural Disaster

Vol 2 Chapter 975: astray

Outside Heian Temple.

A black cat is biting a garland bracelet and is playing cute under the tree.

Such a cute wild cat should have attracted many tourists who were queuing up, but beside him stood a giant two-meter tall man.

Huge sweat was barefoot, his clothes and trousers were stretched by the strong muscles, and when he looked at the man with the fleshy face, he could see that he was not a good person.

This also led to such a cute black cat, who squatted under the shade of a tree for half an hour, but no one dared to come forward and lick it.

...may be crushed to death by the giant.

"Young Master, will you be okay?"

Miaomiao was a little worried. .

This is the first time the young master has gone far in his life.

They also promised to take good care of the young master.

A hundred years ago, Miaomiao had an experience of working as a messenger in the palace.

Now, the times have changed, and everything has become a vague and unfamiliar appearance.

"Probably not, the young master is smart."

Ju'er is very confident in the young master.

"You can rest assured, this little brother is a big fried chicken demon who can make an old cow half-dead!" Butter exhaled, excited, excited, and panting.

Butter can be considered convinced by that punch.

That powerful punch, the pleasure of Taiyi's knuckles sticking to the flesh, even made the butter haunt your dreams, which is unforgettable to this day.

The taste of being dried into the soil is too ecstasy.

Just as the three foreign demons from Beiju Luzhou were boredly waiting for Yi Rin and Xuan Ci to go sightseeing, a strange person caused a commotion among the tourists.

I saw him wearing a black vest, with his **** pouted, his face almost touching the ground, and turning around on the ground three times to the left and three to the right.

╥ω╥)#~~It's Xuanci!"

The black cat purred and covered its eyes in despair.

Niu Tou scratched his head vigorously, making a loud noise—that was where his horns were, and muttered to himself, "Is your brother in a hurry to urinate?"

As we all know, the dog family has always had an ancestral bad habit, that is, they like to defecate in the same place.

In a different place, they will feel uncomfortable.

So when Niutou saw Brother Gou's action, he made a guess without having to use his brain.

Brother Gou didn't "wake up" to his strange actions at all, and in the eyes of normal people, it was like a mental illness.

The two demons, Black Cat and Ju'er, have lived in the human race for hundreds of years. Even in the "hundreds of years" in ancient times, they know that Brother Gou's actions are not very good.

But they haven't had time to step forward to stop them,

Brother Gou got up quickly, and stepped in front of Butter, Black Cat, and Ju'er with a solemn expression, pointing in a certain direction:

"There's a demon there!"

Brother Gou's voice did not fall, he moved with the shadow, and instantly rushed out in the direction of the demonic energy.

The speed was so fast that the tourists were smacking their tongues.

I wonder if this neuropathy used to be a sprinter.

"Wait! Brother dog, don't be impulsive!"

The bull snorted, stomped on the ground, and rushed up to stop it.

"Papa."

Miao Miao opened her big cat's mouth, and the chrysanthemum bracelet in her mouth fell beside her feet.

A cat and a chrysanthemum were silent for a moment.

Miao Miao with white eyes,

The chrysanthemum trembled its leaves,

Unanimously, they said:

"Two idiots."

……

……

In the underground Zen room.

Yi Rin was told by Zen Master Tianxin that she was in her previous life, and asked back in a calm manner:

"Why did the master say this?"

"When a person is about to die, his eyes can see through falsehood."

"One of the six great magical powers of Buddhism... the power of fate?"

"Exactly."

Yi Rin nodded calmly and sighed, "I haven't seen you in a hundred years, Zen Master Tianxin, you seem to..."

"Lin Shizhu, the poor monk's time is short, and he lives on until now. He doesn't seek longevity, just waiting for you."

"wait for me?"

"You came all the way here, but for Chunzhen?"

"No, I'm here for Wang Xiaohu."

Zen Master Tianxin hardly breathed, he made a sigh, his forehead slumped slightly, and then raised again: "Back then, the dead leaves wanted to cross him, and the poor monk also wanted to cross him, but I didn't expect that it was destined to cross Chunzhen in the end. , but not us."

"Please elaborate."

"One day, Chunzhen will go astray. At that time... only... Lin..."

Thump!

talking and talking,

Zen Master Tian Xin exhaled his last breath and fell in front of Yi Rin.

Fuck?

Yi Rin hurriedly stepped forward and probed for Zen Master Tianxin's breathing and pulse.

Zen Master Tianxin... is dead!

Irin didn't have time to feel sad for the death of Tenshin Temple, but she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"You made it clear!"

It is said that monks don’t play riddles!

Irene was speechless.

But just when he wanted to lift up Zen Master Tianxin,

There were footsteps on the stairs.

Chunhan walked in, grief-stricken: "Master Tianxin has passed away!"

Yi Rin turned around and looked at Master Chunhan, who was kneeling in front of Zen Master Tianxin's body: "I haven't found the answer I'm looking for. Did Master Tianxin tell you the second half of the sentence in advance?"

Chunhan knelt on the ground and raised her head, tears flowed from her cloudy eyes.

After a while,

He told the story of Wang Xiaohu that he had known over the past hundred years.

Listening to Master Chunhan's narration,

Irin finally understood the identity of the man in front of him in the past.

It turned out that he was the king of Zhengbei who dominated the north back then!

After the civil strife ended that year, King Zhengbei came to his senses, regretted his life, and hated the past.

Law name: Chunhan.

During Xia Xiaoman's 50-year reign, Master Chunhan followed Zen Master Tianxin, and while he was comprehending the Dharma, he was also comprehended.

In the past, in order to compete for the throne of the emperor, King Zhengbei, who did not hesitate to use his troops to conquer the world, actually let go of his obsession and became a monk, which had to make Yilin sigh, the words of the Buddhist family are really sharp, and they can liven up a prince. Probation.

Back to Wang Xiaohu.

Wang Xiaohu was originally a monk in Ping An Temple.

Until ten years of the real calendar.

At that time, he was planning to go to Jambuzhou in Nanzhanbuzhou to study Buddhism and go south to collect Buddhist scriptures.

Unexpectedly, something happened.

On his way south, he met his parents who had been separated for ten years.

That is the old Wang's house next to Lin's house.

During the war, the villagers of Qingniu Village were displaced and wandered alone in the war, struggling to survive.

But the father and mother did not know that Wang Xiaohu became a monk in Ping An Temple, lived on the streets, and became a beggar.

On the streets of a certain city, Wang Xiaohu suddenly felt something in his heart and unintentionally found his flesh and blood relatives. At that time, in the bumpy life, Wang's father broke a leg and his mother was blind.

Wang Xiaohu was furious, and when he asked who did it, the husband and the queen made it clear that it was the poisonous hand of a Xuanmen monk from the Sword Casting Villa.

So, Wang Xiaohu, alone, smashed the red dust, and went to Zhujian Villa to ask for an explanation.

The people at Cast Sword Villa were bitten to death, and there was no way that there would be monks in the sect who would attack ordinary people.

Of course Wang Xiaohu didn't believe it. After all, it was his parents' words. They could even describe that the person who attacked them was carrying a huge sword case.

This is the usual attire of the disciples of Zhujian Villa when they walk in the mundane world.

Wang Xiaohu's cultivation base was shallow back then, so of course he couldn't fight a sword-casting villa, and he was blasted out of the mountain gate after being injured.

It's not over yet.

Wang Xiaohu couldn't ask for an explanation, so he returned to the residence where his parents were temporarily housed.

What Wang Xiaohu didn't expect was that the instructions and comforts he gave to his parents before going out turned into a final farewell.

What greeted Wang Xiaohu was not the concern and greetings of the two parents, but... two **** heads.

Two **** human heads were hung on the beams of the roof, their faces were hideous, and they looked terrifyingly dead.

Wang Xiaohu is crazy.

His parents were brutally murdered, and his Buddhist heart, which he had been cultivating for more than ten years, completely collapsed.

It is said that on that day he braved the heavy rain, knelt in front of Heian Temple, kowtowed a hundred times, and disappeared in the rainy night.

About a month after Wang Xiaohu left Qingdu.

In Xuanmen, there was news that Zhujian Villa was destroyed.

One night, in Casting Sword Villa, there were no chickens and dogs, and all the heads fell to the ground.

This tragic incident made Wang Xiaohu famous on the road, and even surpassed the popularity that Lin Yi left in the past.

After all, Lin Yi has been dead for ten years, and he is already an old man, and he is not as popular as Wang Xiaohu.

"and after?"

Yi Rin didn't expect that in the past 100 years, his brother from the same village, Wang Xiaohu, had such a bumpy experience. He couldn't help frowning and asked about Wang Xiaohu's follow-up.

But among them, perhaps because of the reasons others narrated, there are several things that Irin felt wrong.

"Later, there were rumors that he betrayed Buddhism and joined the Moruo Temple under the recommendation of the contemporary saint of the Moruo Temple. Later, for nearly 50 years, Junior Brother Chunzhen completely disappeared in the Xuanmen and searched for traces."

"The Holy Maiden of the Mara Temple?"

"Yes, there are rumors that the Holy Maiden of Moruo Temple has feelings for Junior Brother Chunzhen."

Hearing this, Yi Rin was not surprised. After all, Wang Xiaohu's charm value has always been quite high.

Back then, in Qingniu Village, as soon as he showed his face and took off his clothes, the young girl in the village was ignorant.

Seeing that Yi Rin was silent, Master Chunhan sighed Amitabha, and took the initiative to name the saint who pulled Wang Xiaohu into the Mara Temple.

"The Holy Maiden of the Mara Temple is named 'Yan Qianxiu'."

……

Yan Qianxiu!

Also from the same village!

It's that Xiu'er!

Yi Rin frowned more and more deeply~www.readwn.com~ Then, Yi Rin temporarily put the question back in her mind and asked, "Master Chunhan, you said, I came to find Zen Master Tianxin, and I can find the answer, but Zen Master Tianxin, He died before the answer was given."

"No, Master Tianxin has already told the 'answer' to the Taiyi benefactor." Perhaps because of the limited cultivation of Master Chunhan, he could not see through the person in front of him at a glance like the dead Zen Master Tianxin, who was in the Xuanmen a hundred years ago. Lin Yi, who left behind a fierce name and various legends in the world, still calls Yi Rin "Taiyi".

I saw tears in Master Chunhan's eyes, pointing to the fallen body of Master Tianxin.

When Master Tianxin fell, each of his hands maintained a strange gesture.

The left hand bends the fingers and twists the flower, and the right index finger stands up alone.

When he fell, the only raised index finger of his right hand pointed stiffly in a certain direction.

"Ah, this... Master means: in the south?"

When Yi Rin saw the riddle left by Zen Master Bai Tianxin with his life,

She was stunned for a moment.

After a while, Yi Lin folded his hands towards the body of Zen Master Tianxin, in admiration.

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