The first thousand one hundred and seventy-six chapters
"What?" The bamboo pole demon was startled.
He brought over the bamboo basket that was safe and sound, with only some dust on it.
"Is this grass a magical medicine?" the bamboo pole demon confirmed to the old monk.
After he nodded, the bamboo pole demon thought thoughtfully, "So, before the young monk died, he asked me to use this herb to save him?"
The bamboo stick demon took out the flowerpot and was about to pull the weeds, but he held back and said, "No, what if it's not the case? Then when the little monk wakes up, he will have to kill me."
"Why?"
"He holds this pot of grass and talks to himself every day. He doesn't just treat it as a magical medicine." said the bamboo stick demon.
"You can pick off the leaves, chew them and apply them on his wounds." The old monk said, "It doesn't mean that you will destroy the whole plant."
At this time, the fat monk he was holding moved and slowly woke up.
The old monk slashed the back of his head with a knife, knocking the fat monk unconscious again.
"Forget it, let's get in the car and leave first." The old monk said that he was trapped in the enemy camp and it would be better to escape as soon as possible so that he could treat the young monk on the way.
"Yes, let's go first." The bamboo pole demon greeted the prisoner, while he drew out his knife and walked to the old monk.
"What are you doing?" The old monk frowned slightly.
"Don't worry, I won't kill him." After the bamboo pole demon said it, he put the knife on the unconscious fat monk's neck and shouted to the monks on the street: "Listen to me, now, I
Make some conditions, and if you say nothing, I will kill your abbot."
The streets are full of monks, but the monsters don't speak.
"Ahem." The prisoner reminded him, "You just said you wouldn't kill him, and everyone heard it."
"Uh." The bamboo stick monster could only put it another way, "If any of you dare to say no, I will cut off one of your abbot's fingers."
The bamboo stick monster laughed, "If your abbot knew that his hand was crippled because of you, you would probably have a hard time in the future, right?"
A trace of fear flashed across the faces of the monks.
A monk asked: "You, tell me, what do you want?"
"Very good." The bamboo pole demon pointed to the carriage behind. The strong horse had been smashed to death. "Prepare two carriages, one full of food."
The monks agreed and someone started to make preparations.
"Get out of the way and send us out of the city. After we leave the city, you are not allowed to follow us," the bamboo pole demon said.
"Well, what about our abbot?" The monks looked at the person in the old monk's hand.
"Don't worry, we will let him back when we are safe," the bamboo pole demon said.
The monks did not dare to say anything when the abbot was in the hands of others, not to mention they were not opponents.
They hurriedly prepared the carriage and food requested by the bamboo pole demon and sent them out of the city.
After leaving the city, driven by prisoners who knew the way, the bamboo pole demon and the others ran all the way south. After making sure that the monks in the city had not caught up with them, they turned west.
In the carriage, the bamboo stick demon pulled out the sword for the young monk, picked the leaves from the grass stems, and carefully applied it to the young monk's wound.
Strange to say, as soon as the grass blades were applied, a glistening green light appeared in the dark carriage, making the young monk's face shine green.
At the same time, the wound on the young monk's chest healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
My breath used to be as smooth as a hairspring, but now my breathing is becoming more and more even.
The bamboo pole demon breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay, I can't die."
The old monk looked at him strangely, "A monster and a monk are completely unrelated to each other. How did you get together?"
The bamboo pole demon rolled his eyes and said, "Monk, if you can't speak, don't speak. What does it mean to be together? Let me tell you, I am different from your junior brother. I am a pure man."
"Who said you're not a man anymore? I mean...why do you two have such a good relationship?"
As the old monk said this, he knocked out his junior brother with a knife.
"Why are we in a good relationship? I like women, women."
The bamboo pole demon wanted to explain when he saw the old monk, so he stopped him: "Don't say it, the more you talk, the more ambiguous it becomes. We are from the Eastern Wilderness. As for why we are working together, what, isn't your junior brother also getting together with the monsters? He even had a close relationship with the dead city lord."
The bamboo pole looked to the left and talked about it again. The relationship between him and the young monk cannot be explained clearly in a few words.
"Eastern Wasteland?" The old monk was surprised, "It's so far away, where are you going?"
"Shennong City." said the bamboo pole demon.
"Why are you going to Shennong City?" said the old monk.
"The young monk said that an old friend is waiting for him." At this point, the bamboo pole demon suddenly thought, "Could this grass be their token of love?"
"Ahem." The old monk interrupted him, "What kind of love do you have for a monk?"
The bamboo pole demon pointed at his junior brother, "Under his leadership, the monks still marry wives. It's just a matter of marrying wives. The key is to steal other people's wives. I'm not telling you, old monk, the morals of the monks in the Central Plains are too corrupt. People. Although the young monk kills people, drinks alcohol, and eats meat, he is still a good monk."
The old monk was a little embarrassed.
He changed the subject, pointed at his junior brother who was knocked unconscious again, and asked, "What should he do?"
"Yeah." The bamboo pole demon pondered for a moment, "Tear off his clothes."
"Ah?" Everyone looked at him in surprise.
"Don't you have any special hobbies?" asked the man who stole the monk's wife.
"What are you talking about?" The bamboo pole demon felt that he was insulted, "I mean, take off his clothes and throw him to the roadside. In this way, even if he wakes up soon, his first priority is to find some clothes. Instead of catching up with us."
"Oh." Everyone suddenly understood.
They did as he asked and took off the fat monk's clothes.
"Hey, he is indeed a eunuch." said the bamboo stick monster.
They were in trouble when they lost the monk. Without him, it was too heavy.
In the end, the old monk took action and threw him far away, and even added some extra kick to ensure that he wouldn't wake up for the time being.
After this matter was done, the old monk breathed a sigh of relief and said, "By the way, what kind of Buddha did this young monk worship and what kind of Tao did he realize? This fingering method is actually a law, and it will kill if you take action. It is too overbearing and does not look like the secret knowledge of Buddhism. ."
The bamboo pole demon shook his head, "I don't know that, but I remember what he called this finger, the flower finger."
"Pick your fingers?" The old monk was startled.
He was familiar with Buddhist classics and picked up allusions about holding flowers at his fingertips, "Buddha held flowers and showed them to the crowd. At that time, everyone was silent, and the only venerable one smiled. The Buddha said: I have the Dharma Eye, the wonderful mind of Nirvana, and the truth is infinite. Appearances, subtle teachings, no written texts, teachings to outsiders, and instructions to the venerable ones."
The old monk raised his head and looked at the young monk with a surprised look on his face, "Mo, could it be that he belongs to a sect outside the Buddha's teachings?"
"Amitabha." The old monk clasped his hands and tried hard to suppress himself, but he still got excited: "I thought it was just a legend, but I didn't expect that a sect outside the sect has actually appeared. The Buddha will return with the great road, the Buddhist city will be saved, and the Central Plains will be saved, haha ,Ha ha…"
The bamboo pole demon and the others looked at each other, "Is this old monk crazy?"
"You are crazy." The old monk said, "The teachings outside the teaching are another sect besides the Buddhist teachings by words and deeds. It only appeared in the record of 'Buddha held flowers and showed them to the public', and was never mentioned again. Many monks who study Buddhist classics believe that it is a headless case. However, some monks believe that this sect really exists, which does not establish writing and cannot express words... There are even rumors that this is the Buddha's road, and the Buddha will eventually return with it. , save the people of the Central Plains from fire and water!"
The bamboo pole demon was surprised and pointed at the young monk, "Don't tell me he is Buddha."
The old monk was startled, and his enthusiasm subsided slightly.
He frowned and looked at the young monk. The Buddha should not be a murderous person.
The car became quiet.
After a long time, the bamboo stick monster changed the topic and asked the little boy: "Your sister's name is Goudan. What is your name? Isn't she Gouwa?"
The little boy shook his head and refused to say anything.
"Don't say pull him down." The bamboo stick monster looked at the little girl, "What's your brother's name?"
The little girl looked at the little boy.
"You're going to say it, I'll treat you to noodles with braised meat." The bamboo stick monster tempted the little girl.
Along the way, the little boy described to the little girl more than once how delicious the meat braised noodles were.
"Shit!"
In front of the food, the little girl blurted out.
"Pfft...haha..." The bamboo pole demon couldn't hold it back and laughed, "Your mother also took great pains to provide you with a better life, haha..."
"Why are you laughing?" The angry voice of the little boy came from the car, "You woke up the little master."
"What, are you awake?"
"You laugh so hard, it's hard not to wake up." A weak voice came from the car.
Outside the carriage, the prisoners drove the carriage one behind the other, along the road, towards the dark and gloomy wilderness.