Chapter 277: Weak Paper Monster VS Highly Enlightened Monk (9)
"Heartblood is for you. We are even now." Kong Wu pulled out the tip of his pen and handed it to her. He dropped his hands to his side with a look of relief on his face.
He had long seen through the four phases. After knowing the cause and effect, he was willing to give up his life to help the little paper monster.
"Stupid monk, you are not allowed to die. You are not allowed to." The paper monster supported his body. At the same time, its soul began to repair at an extremely fast speed, solidifying from its originally transparent appearance that was about to disappear into a human form.
The heartblood of the highly enlightened monk is indeed worthy of its reputation.
It seemed that there was no place for him to perform here. Shi Yi quietly retreated to a corner, ready to be a spectator of Nightmare and Kong Wu. He happened to bump into Nightmare who was hiding.
Nightmare immediately shrank himself into a thin ball of chaos, covering his eyes with his hands, but secretly looking at the soul that was suddenly squeezed out of his body.
Shi Yi rarely saw such a shy monster. He smiled friendly, waved to it and retreated to a more corner.
Nightmare slowly became bolder, and its body shape returned to normal. It began to move towards Shiyi's direction little by little.
"What are you?" Shiyi asked.
"I am Nightmare." Seeing that she had no intention of hurting herself, Nightmare took off her hands that covered her face and looked at her boldly, but her voice was small and soft, just like a girl.
"Nightmare?" Shiyi repeated, as if she was a little surprised.
Nightmare saw the doubt in her eyes and explained, "It is the nightmare that people often talk about."
It carefully paid attention to Shiyi's expression, ready to run away if she changed her expression, but Shiyi didn't.
Shiyi smiled and asked it, "You are so shy, you must be afraid to sneak into the dreams of humans, right?" Nightmare
nodded, and felt that he seemed to be a little too cowardly in front of her, so he shook his head quickly.
"Are you really not afraid?" Shiyi raised his eyebrows high, as if he didn't believe what he said.
Nightmare shrank into a small ball and said timidly, "I was scared at first, but I gradually found it interesting, so I was not afraid anymore."
"You are so good." Shiyi praised it.
Nightmare happily spun around. It was alone in the Sutra Library, used to loneliness. No one ever talked to it, and no one praised it.
Shi Yi stood aside, quietly watching it and smiling.
It was rare to encounter such an interesting little thing in so many small worlds. If possible, I really want to take it back.
"You don't have to feel guilty. I owe you." Kong Wu's soul left his body and was grabbed by the paper demon.
"You are not allowed to leave. You are not allowed to leave before you convince me." A ball of blood and tears rolled down the paper demon's eyes. That was the spirit of its life.
"I owe you the me of five hundred years ago. At that time, I was not able to understand the world, but I am different from the me of five hundred years ago,"
the paper demon interrupted him anxiously, "What do you want to say?"
Kong Wu's soul reached out and caught the blood and tears of the paper demon. He gently squeezed it, and a puff of green smoke came out. With compassion in his eyes, "We are different. It was like this five hundred years ago, and it will be like this five hundred years later."
"I don't care. I want to be with you. I don't ask for anything, just to be by your side. From now on, wherever you go, I will go." The paper demon wanted to hug him, but he pushed him away.
"Have you heard of the Udumbara flower? It grew before the Buddha. It takes a thousand years to sprout, a thousand years to bud, and a thousand years to bloom. It withers in the blink of an eye, and its beauty lasts for a moment." Kong Wu put his palms together and chanted Amitabha.
"I don't want to listen," the paper demon went to his arms again.
This time, Kong Wu did not dodge, but said lightly, "Donee, our earthly bond ended five hundred years ago."
"I don't believe it. If it had, why would you sacrifice your life to save me?" The paper demon hugged him tightly.
Although there was no warmth on his body.
"One thought of stupidity means the end of Prajna, and one thought of wisdom means the birth of Prajna. Donee, take care of yourself in the future." Kong Wu turned into gold powder and disappeared on the spot. The paper demon reached out to catch it, but in vain, he grabbed a ball of air and held it in his hand.
"How could he be so cruel? He was willing to sacrifice his life to save me, but he was unwilling to admit that he had feelings for me. Even one sentence, even one sentence would be fine." The paper demon collapsed to the ground, his whole body stained with blood red.
Shi Yi didn't know how to comfort her, and he still stood silently, but suddenly there was something in his hand. She lowered her head and saw that it was a ball of chaos like a palm.
She subconsciously thought that this was a nightmare. It was sure that the nightmare thought she was sad too and was comforting herself.
But, people like her, who shuttle between different small worlds, have long been accustomed to the separation of life and death, joy and sorrow, and the most precious thing is their own soul, and the most stingy thing is their own feelings.
She just thinks that the paper demon is stupid.
Outside the temple.
Yan, leaning against the door, looked at the monks meditating and chanting in the temple, with a cruel look in his eyes.
These women were instigated by it. It asked them to burn down the Pushan Temple and not let any monk in the temple go out.
It doesn't care whether it is a high monk or a wandering monk, as long as it is in its way, it will not let any of them go.
Women and children dressed in civilian clothes are blatantly piling various hay and firewood under the wall of the temple.
Some of the people who burn incense knew them, approached them and asked them what they were doing, but they were ruthlessly driven away. It was as if they were enemies. So
there were still some people who chatted with them at the beginning, but no one wanted to pay attention to them later. They burned their own incense and went down the mountain without looking back after burning incense.
"Ladies, what are you doing?" The ascetic monks in the temple first discovered the women piling up firewood.
"You monks, you are deceiving the heavens and the earth. Today is the day you die." The women were already prepared. The leading woman stood at the gate, blocking them from coming out.
Looking closely, the eyes of the women surrounding the temple walls were covered with a faint blood-red color. Because they had been deceived by Yan, everything they said and did was ordered by Yan.
"Dear female donors, the sea of suffering is boundless, please turn back before it is too late." The ascetic monks thought that they were just deceived for a moment and that they could still communicate with them through proper negotiation. Who knew that they would directly light torches.
"Someone, put out the fire." The monks were in chaos and quickly fled in all directions to find buckets of water to put out the fire. Of course, there were also timid ones who fled directly from the gate.
"Dear female donors, the Bodhisattva is compassionate. As long as you put down your butcher knives, you can become a Buddha right away." The little monk rushed out, ready to convince others with Buddhist principles, but the women took the lead in throwing burning wood at him.
"Master, help. Master, someone wants to burn down Pushan Temple." The little monk crawled into the temple to look for Kong Wu. He didn't know that Kong Wu was already dead.
(End of this chapter)
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