Seeing that he was so determined, he didn't want to stay here any longer and cause trouble, so he put down several bottles of elixirs and left the cave with the cautious young monk.
The first time he walked out, Changsheng saw the endless desert outside.
No, calling it a desert is a bit too much. The land here is better than the sand in the desert. If you bend down and pinch it, it can still have a shape, and it will not be loose and unable to clump.
But it's not much better. Looking at it, everything is dim and yellow. Even if there are a few green plants, they are almost covered by the endless sand, giving it a dim color, not like the green plants seen elsewhere.
The green color gives it a feeling of vitality.
This place looks very much like a desolate and declining place. The geographical location is not good and the land is not fertile. Naturally, few people will settle here.
Changsheng looked at it for a while, then threw the sand in her hands back to the ground with some emotion. When she was in Gujia Village, she would also go to the fields to see. The land in Gujia Village was not the best, but it was much better than here.
Chang Sheng, who is already a high-level monk, can naturally tell that there is no aura in this land, as if something has sucked away the vitality.
"Pity."
"What a pity? Do you know what was posted here?"
At some point, the man in bearskin followed him out. Now he was leaning on the edge of the cave, looking at Chang Sheng leisurely. Something dark flashed in his eyes, but his voice was still full of emotion.
The meaning of the joke is to make people think, well, this is not a serious and good person.
The little monk immediately grabbed the hem of Chang Sheng's clothes. Before Chang Sheng woke up, he was alone with the male donor. Amitabha, as a Buddhist cultivator, cannot lie, but this male donor is really very good.
He is difficult to get along with. He always teases himself with a few words. Don’t think that he doesn’t know anything because he is young. He is just teasing himself, right?
At this moment, the man didn't mind the way the little monk looked at him. He seemed to be looking at Changsheng with a smile, waiting for her answer.
"I don't know what happened here, I just think it's a pity that this good land has been ruined like this. How should we cultivate it in the future?"
"ah?"
The man seemed stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter! He laughed so hard that he shed tears.
"How are you going to farm this land? Hahahaha, it really made me laugh. You are the first person to say this in so many years. Do you monks still have to care about farming? Isn't this all the work of us mortals?"
"No one stipulates that monks cannot farm. Before I became a monk, I was just an ordinary farmer. Although I am not very proficient in it myself."
Speaking of this, Changsheng blushed a little. In fact, Grandpa Gu had taught her, but she rarely practiced it, so she went to practice.
The man in bearskin sighed and looked at the vast expanse of sand. He didn't know what to say to be worthy of this tormented land.
After a long time, he sighed and looked at Changsheng with unknown meaning.
"You monks are so good. You always come and go, and you don't have to pay attention to the life and death hatred of the mortals below. How wonderful. I want to be a monk even if I'm good, but unfortunately I can't always do so."
For some reason, Changsheng felt a faint hostility from this man, but when Changsheng took a closer look, it disappeared. She couldn't be sure of the other person's intentions, so she could only try to be gentle and harmless. After all, she didn't want to
Hurt someone who saved you.
After thinking for a while, Changsheng spoke warmly.
"When I was a mortal, I also thought that it would be great if I could become an immortal. If I became a cultivator of immortality, I might be able to save the people I love back to life. However, it was only after I truly became an immortal that I realized that this sentence is true.
. Even if you are a monk, there are many things you cannot do. Monks are not omnipotent."
The man stared at Changsheng for a long time with a strange expression. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he swallowed it and changed his words.
"You are really a strange person."
"A lot of people say that."
Changsheng has become accustomed to this. She doesn't think there is anything strange about her, but many people say so, maybe they have their own opinions.
The man seemed to have figured out something, and now he looked at Chang Sheng and the young monk with a smile.
"I changed my mind and don't want to bask in the sun. Do you want to go out? Take me with you. I'm very obedient and strong. I can do anything. It would be a loss if you didn't take me with you!"
As he said that, the man opened his arms, as if to show off his strong body, but he had to wear a bear skin on a hot day, and it was almost going rancid. It was fine when he was tightly wrapped before, but when he stretched out
Opening his arms, the rancid smell was immediately gone.
It's okay to live forever, just hold your breath. It's just a pity for the little monk, he is too young and has never encountered such a situation. Every Buddhist cultivator has six pure roots. At most, there will be some sandalwood on his body. I was caught off guard and inhaled it.
He took a big mouthful and almost vomited it out, but in order to prevent the male donor from feeling sad, the young monk Hui Xing thought about holding it back, but failed and suddenly started to choke and cough violently.
“Cough cough cough cough——”
"Isn't it? Hit me like this?"
The bearskin man suddenly screamed in disbelief. Changsheng rolled his eyes at him and gently helped the young monk calm down.
It's not your fault, poor little guy, why are you holding yourself back like this?
With a long sigh, the bearskin man explained uncomfortably.
"Is it that bad? I feel okay. I just wear a little thicker clothes. I am a mortal, and I am not dust-free like you. People who eat whole grains will naturally have this kind of problem. No
Strange, not strange.”
Changsheng ignored him and finally managed to make the little monk stop coughing. He was about to leave with him, but the man in bearskin stopped.
"Hey, hey, don't go, take me with you. My compassionate immortal cultivator, please take poor me with you. If you don't take me with you, what will happen if I die?"
Changsheng really wanted to give him a blow or ignore him, not because of his attitude, but purely because of the tone and posture of this person's words, etc., which gave people the feeling that, well, he wanted to beat him up.
Sin, sin, sin, how could she treat her benefactor like this?
After much deliberation, Changsheng still took him with him.
"Thank you, you are such a good person. By the way, my name is Wu Si Shang, just call me Lao Wu. This is 'Wu Si Shang', don't get me wrong."
He told Changsheng his name carefully, and then sat on Changsheng's Flying Sword Du Xuanjin with a smile, feeling more leisurely and comfortable than Changsheng's master.