Chapter 275: Weak Paper Monster VS Great Monk (7)

"It's you." He gritted his teeth. Before falling into the icy lake, he did feel the force behind him.

Thinking that he was deceived, he became anxious and angry, and pinched him again.

"Hey, hey, hey, stupid monk, don't be angry." With the previous incident as a prelude, the girl was already on guard and quickly backed away.

Then the two of them started fighting in the house. No one knew who kicked the paper fire to the wall, and the house quickly caught fire. It was strange to say that the moment the house caught fire, the girl and Kong Wu were already outside the fire.

Kong Wu was able to come out, and Yan didn't think it was strange, but this weak girl, Yan felt that there was something wrong with her.

"Hey, hey, hey, my house, my house, was destroyed by you. You have to compensate me." Although they were far apart, the girl moved to his side as if she had teleported, grabbed his sleeve and refused to let go, crying with snot and tears, and her sadness was visible and audible.

The nightmare noticed the girl's little action and sensitively realized that the girl had feelings for him, but it glanced at the cold monk and sighed silently, thinking that the girl might be self-indulgent.

"What kind of monster are you?" In the big cargo, Kong Wu stood under the dead tree with his eyebrows raised, his eyebrows pressed down, and murderous intent swirled in his eyes.

"Although I pushed you down, I also saved you. You stupid monk." The girl threw a paper knife at him in a rage.

These paper knives look like ordinary pieces of paper, but once you get close, you will know how sharp they are, and their speed is so fast that they can cut open people's intestines on the spot. The nightmare lurked in the depths of the dream, and shrank his body in fear, thinking that the girl was not scary, but the girl who was not loved was scary, and all the moves were fatal.

Kong Wu quickly dodged, turned his wrist, took out the golden pen, and a large passage of scriptures appeared at the tip of the pen.

The nightmare felt a headache and quickly hid himself deeper.

The girl held her head and cried out in agony, "Stupid monk, dead bald donkey, stop, stop."

Kong Wu stopped chanting, looked at her and said, "Are you convinced?"

"I..." The girl threw a large stack of paper knives and paper arrows, and they went all over his body, "I want you to die."

"What if I don't want to?" Kong Wu took out a piece of gray cloth from his sleeve. When it came out of his sleeve, a golden light flashed, and the cloth instantly turned into a large net, covering the girl.

"Dead bald donkey, I just want to keep you here to accompany me, why bother to kill you?" There was no girl in the cloth bag, only a large white paper.

"Amitabha. You little paper demon, you dare to do evil in front of me." Kong Wu raised his hand and the cloth bag came to his hand. He took out the paper, thought for a while, picked up the golden pen and silently wrote scriptures on it.

The hidden nightmare looked at the trapped paper demon, and there was a rare bit of pity in his eyes.

"You stupid bald donkey, stupid monk, I don't want these things that bind people. You should wipe them off quickly, and I can forgive you. Otherwise, when I get out, I will definitely take your blood for revenge." The paper in Kong Wu's hand kept struggling, but its struggle was in vain.

"If you concentrate on practicing, then these scriptures can help you. If your bad roots are hard to get rid of, then these will be regarded as my monk's salvation for you." Kong Wu finished writing the scriptures and threw it aside to fend for itself.

"Stupid monk, are you really going to leave like this? You don't care about me? At least take me with you?" The book emitting golden light jumped up and was forced to be pressed back, "Stupid monk, take me with you. What if I am picked up and used for firewood? Stupid monk? Although I was rude to you first, you are a master, you shouldn't be angry with me, right? Stupid monk?"

It could only watch his back getting farther and farther away, and then fell to the ground dejectedly.

Nightmare remembered its gnashing of teeth very clearly, "If I meet you next time, I will definitely take your heart's blood to wash away today's shame."

Kong Wu's next dream was a large area of ​​white snow. He walked alone in the mountains covered with heavy snow, and small ice crystals condensed on his eyebrows and beard. He twisted the Buddhist beads and walked in the heavy snow day and night, until the spring when the ice and snow melted and the willows sprouted. There were only a few grass whiskers left on the rotten straw sandals on his feet.

Nightmare wondered in his heart whether he would walk to death like this, and he finally stopped.

Yan had captured a little demon and wanted to eat his soul to help him cultivate. The demon had just cultivated a little human form, and looked like a thin and weak child of seven or eight years old. He knelt under the willow tree, wiped his tears and begged Yan to eat his limbs and save his life.

Yan felt that the little demon was a little pitiful, but thinking about what Kong Wu had done to the paper demon before, he felt that he would definitely not care. It was surprised again.

Kong Wu took action, and after a fierce battle, he shattered Yan's soul, and Yan tried his best to inject a chaotic energy into his head.

Yan was seriously injured and fled, and the little demon had already fled when the two fought fiercely, so Kong Wu was left leaning against the willow tree and spitting blood.

Yan was worried that he would die now, and he covered his eyes and couldn't bear to watch. After thinking about it, he felt that it would be better if he died, and if he died, it could get out of this dream, so he looked forward to his death. It also selected many young monks. It had not had time to see their new and strange dreams. How could it be trapped in one person's dream?

Nightmare expected him to die at any time, but he kept walking and walking with one breath, and walked back to his own home.

Nightmare felt that this would be his own home because he saw the two old men supporting each other and staggering with tears in their eyes.

At night, he slept on the tree outside the old man's house.

Other nightmares did not pay attention because it was still missing the world outside the dream. When it was awakened by the fire, it saw Kong Wu crying again.

The weather in this autumn was the most dry. There were piles of dead firewood and dry branches behind the hut. The hut made of bamboo strips was burned.

Nightmare thought Kong Wu would go to save it, but he didn't. He watched the fire burn the hut to ashes.

The hut burned down, and Kong Wu continued to walk forward. This way he walked to the end of the world, and he cried again. He said something that Nightmare couldn't understand, such as he couldn't comprehend the nature of all living things, and then fell into a deep cliff.

Nightmare felt a little pitiful for him, and felt that he was purely asking for trouble. Anyway, after coming out of his dream, it was depressed for a long time before it regained its confidence and sneaked into other people's dreams.

(End of this chapter)