Volume 3: The disputes in Mingzhou City are gone, and it is difficult to carve a rotten wood for a hundred years Chapter 241 Journey to the West
The dark clouds in the sky were a bit low, and occasionally there would be a flash of lightning. Then a few breaths later, there would be a muffled "boom" sound.
Li Si and the old monk sat together under the eaves in front of the Buddhist temple, watching the sky getting darker.
Summer thunderstorms always come suddenly.
The wind became stronger, causing the mugwort on the beams to sway constantly. Speaking of which, the things that were hung up during the Dragon Boat Festival have not been taken down yet.
"It's thundering." Li Si, who was sitting next to the old monk, suddenly spoke softly.
"Yes, it was thundering." The old monk nodded and gently flicked the rosary in his hand.
It was already July, and there were only three months left before the old monk's death. Dugu Bufu left in early July, in a hurry, as if he was avoiding Li Si, and did not let Li Si see him off. He only left a notebook for practicing swordsmanship, and then left in a hurry.
The tiger girl is still there. Although Li Si told her that if she stays any longer, things might get unexpected. After all, no one knows whether the old monk will be possessed or when, she still seems to have no intention of leaving.
There is no way. The life span of martial artists in this world is really long, long enough for them to stay in one place for a while. This period of time can be a few months or a few years. Anyway, whether it is the former or the latter, for a person who can live for two or three hundred years, it is not a long time.
The rain began to fall. Summer rain is always very strong, like a downpour, with a clear and distinct crashing sound when it hits the ground. The air seems to be washed clean, and the dust is taken away by the rain, leaving only a faint mist lingering in people's noses. The air in the rain is always not bad, or it often carries a refreshing smell, allowing people to calm down and not be disturbed by other thoughts.
The old monk would always watch the rain, so when he was a child, Li Si would often accompany him to watch it. This could be said to be some kind of tacit understanding between them.
Of course, they don’t just watch the rain, sometimes they also play some games when they are bored.
For example, at this moment, the old monk bent one of his fingers and flicked it towards the air in the rain.
A finger-wide beam of energy shot out, breaking a line of falling raindrops into small pieces before finally dissipating in the yard.
"Twenty-two drops."
The old monk smiled and said a number lightly.
Li Si, who was sitting aside, rolled his eyes, and also bent his fingers to release a stream of energy as wide as a finger.
When it comes to this kind of hidden weapon kung fu of hitting acupuncture points from a distance, he doesn't think he will lose to the old monk.
"Twenty-eight drops." Li Si said after taking a casual glance at his results.
The old monk raised his eyebrows, stopped the rosary in his hand and said.
"Count until the rain stops. Whoever loses will clean the temple. Miss Shuhu cannot help."
"Okay." Li Si accepted the bet frankly. He has always liked gambling because he wins more and loses less.
By the time the tiger girl came out of the kitchen eating the snacks she had made, the plants on both sides of the yard had already suffered. The strong air blew them all over the place, and some of them were accidentally hit and even the soil was turned over.
Shaking her head silently and ignoring the two people who were about to fight in front of the Buddhist temple, Shuhu Girl sat on the other side of the yard and ate pastries by herself.
Another quiet and peaceful day...
If only it could continue like this.
I don't know why, but the Tiger Girl suddenly thought of this. But if you think about it carefully, this kind of peaceful life with some excitement is not bad, isn't it?
"Bang!"
At this moment, a burst of energy suddenly exploded in the yard, and the wind blew rain everywhere, soaking the tiger girl.
"Old monk, you just violated the rules!"
"Really? When did we make rules?"
"Okay, wait!"
"Bang bang bang bang!"
For a moment, there was a strong wind in the yard, with continuous explosions, and the raindrops in the air were broken into pieces one by one.
The tiger girl wiped her face and smacked her lips. In the wind and rain, she silently looked at the cake in her hand. Well, maybe she could add some more sugar next time. It always felt a little not sweet enough.
…
There are thousands of houses in Mingzhou city.
Li Si hadn't returned for three months, and everyone was a little confused, but considering the relaxed tone in his letter, no one was worried yet.
It was not until the strange old man noticed something was wrong that he found Zhang Susu to find out what was going on.
After learning that Li Si had something going on at home and would not be back for the time being, the strange old man left with a gloomy face. Of course, he knew where Li Si's so-called home was. But what could be going on there, the strange old man didn't know, but it seemed that he also had a vague understanding.
So he wrote a letter to Li Si.
More than ten days later, Li Si replied to the letter, briefly explaining the matter of the old monk. Li Si did not hide anything because the old monk asked him to say it.
One night in late July, a team of soldiers defending Mingzhou City suddenly fainted for unknown reasons.
When they woke up the next day, they all said that they had seen a ghost.
What kind of ghost was it? They said it was a procession of about a hundred people carrying a sedan chair to escort the bride. The scary thing was that they were escorting the bride at night, and no one in the procession had a face.
Fortunately, the team seemed to have left the city, and no one had seen any ghosts escorting the bride since then. However, there was one less boss in the puppet shop on East Street.
The strange old man left Mingzhou City , but he did not go to Jinshan Temple, but went to Tianmen Mountain.
What is he going to do? He is going to go there and wait for it to be over.
…
September, the first night after the Double Ninth Festival.
Li Si and Shu Hunu both went to sleep, and the old monk sat alone in the Buddhist hall, reciting the Buddhist scriptures. This was supposed to be a scripture to remove distracting thoughts, but for some reason, the old monk became more and more troubled the more he recited.
Gradually, countless distracting thoughts filled his mind. Until finally, like a taut string that finally gave out, his last bit of Buddhist thought broke in two.
The surging internal energy enveloped his whole body in an instant, and strands of blood were entangled on his thin body, appearing faintly.
The monk's robe fluttered, and with every breath, the flesh and blood in the old monk's body seemed to grow back, supporting his shriveled skin.
The figure kneeling in the Buddhist temple seemed to have been reborn in an instant. The flesh under the skin squirmed, and the skeletal body became strong and powerful again. The rock-like muscles gradually bulged, making the figure three times bigger.
Under the wide monk's robe, the red skin exuded hot internal energy. Until the "old monk" opened his eyes again, there was no longer any clarity in his eyes.
"You almost succeeded, monk. It's not that easy to make me die with you..."
With a dry laugh, the "old monk" stood up, looked around, saw that there was no one around, and finally disappeared into the hall.
In the side courtyard, Li Si, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly felt a powerful internal energy rising into the sky.
He woke up in shock, picked up the rotten wood sword immediately, and rushed to the Buddhist hall where the old monk was, but the hall was empty.
A few breaths later, the Tiger Girl also rushed to the corridor with a sword in hand. Seeing the empty Buddhist temple and Li Si standing in front of it, she opened her mouth but said nothing.
Li Si glanced at her sideways for a while, then walked out of the temple alone with his sword in hand.
"Just stay here and don't follow me. I'm going to kill him."
After leaving these words, Li Si disappeared in front of the gate of Jinshan Temple.
The next day, Minjiang River.
Heng Liancheng of the Sishui Gang stood on a long boat, holding a long sword in his hand and watching the merchant ships passing by.
Today, the Sishui Gang has become stronger by relying on the imperial court. However, Heng Liancheng has also learned one thing in the past ten years of hard work: a bandit is always a bandit and can never become an official. He put himself in a good position and lived a more relaxed life, but he also lost his ambition. It must be said that this world is always like this. In order to get something, you have to give up something.
The Minjiang River flows into the sea with turbulent waves. Heng Liancheng looked at the river in front of him and didn't know what he was thinking for a moment.
But at this moment, someone next to him suddenly pointed to a stretch of river bank on the side and said.
"Boss, look what that is..."
Heng Liancheng glanced over subconsciously, and then he just stood there in a daze.
Yeah, what is that?
It was a huge shadow of Buddha, attached to a monk on the river bank, walking across the river.
The phantom was larger than two long boats put together, and it was mixed with a vast internal energy that made Heng Liancheng shocked. Wherever it passed, the river water was pushed aside, boats overturned, and wooden oars broke.
On the turbulent river, the monk under the Buddha seemed to be walking on a flat road, with a smile on his face, a seal in his hand, and he walked slowly on the river water among the waves, passing by countless overturned and broken boats.
His figure was so small compared to that of the Buddha, but the Buddha moved with him.
Heng Liancheng was stunned. He assured me that he had never seen such a scene in his life.
It was just like seeing the real Buddha, except that this Buddha had a ferocious look in his eyes.
