"What? You demon, do you want to discuss Buddhism with me?" The little monk shook his head, his movements stiff, like a mummy just dug out of the grave, not yet used to life in the human world.
The cracking sound from his neck wasn't normal; it sounded more like the rattling of a window after a bearing has broken.
"How dare a demon say such a thing? You defend the heavens, but have the heavens ever treated you kindly?"
"There will be a goddess in the world, and when the heavenly ladder descends, she will wash away the sins of mankind."
"Is that all you're telling me?" The monk threw off his veil.
A patch of green had already grown on the top of his head; it was newly grown hair. He then pointed to the kasaya he was wearing, saying, "This is my means of livelihood. If I weren't poor, I wouldn't believe in this."
The old woman seemed dumbfounded. She glared at him fiercely, jumped off the roof beam, and then dragged the worried old man back onto the beam. Holding the old man hostage, she said, "He's a living, breathing person. I'll kill him right now."
"What does it have to do with me?" The young monk sat cross-legged on the ground. "How many people die in this world? Go ahead and kill them."
"Old woman, run away quickly! Run away quickly! It's my fault! I shouldn't have brought him to see you, I shouldn't have been greedy. You said monks were delicious, so I actually went and caught one."
"Oh..." The monk gave a meaningful smile, and just when the old woman thought he was angered, he closed his eyes again, "I can't see!"
Old woman: ...
"Old woman, I've heard that monks can't see blood, is that true..."
"Alright, I'm not a monk anymore." The monk took off his outer kasaya, revealing the Taoist robe underneath. He produced a duster from somewhere and swept it on his shoulder. "Any more questions?"
The old man rubbed his eyes, looking at him incredulously. "Old woman, I... I must have been seeing things, I..."
"Go to hell!" The old woman stuck out her long tongue, and the moment it shot out, it pierced the old man's chest and lungs.
"Old woman!" The old man reached out his hand, as if wanting to stroke the old woman's face again, but the old woman was already a demon and had no heart.
Seeing him like this made her smile with relief. "Look at this, this is what humans are like."
“Yes, three times now.” The little monk nodded in agreement.
The old woman continued muttering like a lecturer, "Humans are so fragile, how can they compare to our great Manchus?"
"Lord of the Rivers?" The little monk perked up his ears.
The rhythmic tapping of the wooden fish in his hands became disordered, the tinkling sound turning into a series of tinkling sounds. The old woman seemed to have vented her anger, glaring at him resentfully, "Where is your compassion?"
"Last time I met a demon who said he was hungry, so I fed him."
The old woman's face was so hideous that her nose and eyes were indistinguishable. Her face, which looked like a bloody paste, was collapsing. Fortunately, she pushed her face up with her hands, which barely kept it from deforming.
"Alright!" The monk struck the wooden fish faster, the sound of the wooden fish changing from ding-dong-dong to ding-ding-dong, and then from ding-ding-dong-dong to dong-dong-dong-dong, creating a very strong rhythm.
This stopped the old woman, who was about to ridicule her, in time.
"Was the music you just played nice? I'm a humble monk, but I'm just a music practitioner. It's all useless. I wonder when I'll ever be able to put it to good use."
The old woman seemed to realize something and was about to jump off the roof beam when she saw flames erupt on her body.
It seems the wind is picking up in the sky.
Scattered yellow papers drifted by, as if pitying this decaying world.
"Look!" A tear rolled down the old woman's face as she squeezed out a meatball with a spoon. "The mourning period for the tyrant has begun."
"..." Now the little monk was really panicked.
The only thing he was sure of was that the tyrant wouldn't show up, but the paper money in the sky really wasn't thrown by him!
"Master...did you do this?"
“You wicked child.”
"I can be even worse," the little monk snorted and jumped off the roof beam.
Sure enough, only a human-shaped outline remained on the ground. The old man was gone. When he turned his head again, the flames on the fleshy ball that had been dancing on the roof beam were gone, and she even ran away lively.
"Twin flowers, twin flowers, it must be the twin flowers. When there's danger, I can transfer the main force; the demons won't be afraid of my little tricks. How could I not have thought of that?"
“You wicked disciple, no, you are not permitted.”
“Master, what you are saying now is like the mountain breeze to me. When it blows, it only feels comfortable, not intimidating. It would be best if it came to me every day.”
“You wicked disciple.”
"Master, please have pity on me! My junior brother will continue to go mad if you don't come back, seeing that you're gone. I finally managed to find him the most reliable person. Please think of me instead!"
The voice seemed to have vanished, and there was no reply for a long time.
The young monk ignored him and stood before the tree in the courtyard. "Those people call me the Buddha of Good and Evil. I can hardly distinguish between good and evil in the human world. The only thing I can do is act according to my own whims. The moment I entered this courtyard, I set it up..."
"Um?"
The young monk looked up at the sky, and in a panic, he pulled a robe from his storage bag and put it on. He then put his veil back on his head, looking completely different from before.
He was certain that the monster couple was hiding in the tree in the yard, because when he entered, the tree had the strongest death aura, and now that death aura had become even stronger.
His caution stemmed from the fact that his magic array was being sabotaged from the outside, and it seemed that someone in the sky was also watching them.
The destructive aura outside was unique; demonic energy floated all around, but the main attacker...
The moment the formation shattered, the young monk knelt on the ground, gripping his staff tightly. Was this newcomer friend or foe?
"The ancestor is coming soon, you must clean up quickly."
"Alright! Master, just watch me!" A woman rushed into the courtyard, completely ignoring him, and cleaved the tree in two with a single palm strike.
The tree's roots, already rotten, couldn't withstand her force and shattered all around.
The tree looked as if it had been swept away by a fierce wind, uprooted, with many corpses covered in white cloth lying at its base. The stench of the dead was overwhelming, and the little monk instinctively held his breath.
"Why are you sitting there if you don't like the smell! You're so stupid!" The girl smiled and looked at her expressionless master. "Master, I've finally met someone even stupider than me."
Wen Xueshan glanced at him indifferently. "He's not stupid, he's faking it."
Little monk: ...
"Master... can't you praise me?"
Wen Xueshan seemed to remember something, crossed her arms and moved a little further away from him, "After praising me, you went back to baking by yourself?"
"Then master!" The girl drew her sword and thrust it towards the two dying in-laws, "Isn't it because you enjoy watching me kill you!"
The young monk was filled with astonishment: How terrifying! These master and servant are both ruthless!
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