Bringing The Farm To Live In Another World

Zhao Hai walked forward slowly with Yi Qing, turned around Yi Mansion and walked into a small alley next to it. This small alley was full of low-rise houses, and they were obviously quite old. The people in the alley, looked at But compared to people in other places, their lives are better, their clothes are newer, their faces are rosier, and there is a hint of pride in their expressions. ※%w.

Zhao Hai looked at these people and said in a deep voice: "Who are the people here? Why do they seem to have a better life than people in other parts of the city?"

Yi Qing hurriedly said: "To return to the master, many of these people live better than other places because their families work in the Yi Mansion. Our master still takes good care of his servants."

Zhao Hai nodded without saying anything. After a while, he followed Yi Qing to a Shi'an intersection. Yi Qing pointed to a grocery store opposite the intersection and said in a deep voice: "Master, that's the grocery store. Feng Old man Zheng usually doesn't go out. Even if he wants to buy goods, he only goes there once in a long time. He uses the teleportation array for the first time. At the same time, he also recruits some people nearby. He sells the things he makes in the shop, which can only be regarded as support. my own life."

Zhao Hai nodded and said in a deep voice: "Okay, you can go back."

Yi Qing was stunned for a moment, but he still responded, turned around and left, while Zhao Hai held a Zen staff and slowly walked towards the house called Feng Ji Grocery Store.

Soon Zhao Hai arrived at the door of the grocery store, and then he whispered the Buddha's name into the store: "Amitabha, I wonder if there is anyone in the store? A poor monk passed by here to beg for alms and wanted to come and ask for a drink of water."

"Here we come!" An old and kind voice came from the shop. Then an old man walked out of the cargo. The old man is not tall. His waist was a little bent, his hair was thick, and he had a kind smile. He was obviously Feng Zheng. When he saw Zhao Hai, he couldn't help but be stunned. Then the smile on his face became even brighter, and he immediately walked towards Zhao Hai. He bowed and said, "I've met the master. I didn't expect that a master would come to my shop today. Master, please come in and invite me."

Zhao Hai raised his palm and saluted: "Thank you so much, donor. I'm just here to ask for a drink of water."

Feng Zheng hurriedly said: "Master, please come in quickly. I will give you some water right now. Master, sincerely pray to the Buddha. How about asking the Buddha to tell me a scripture?"

Zhao Hai announced the Buddha's name in a low voice and said: "Amitabha, that's fine, old benefactor." After saying that, he followed Feng Zheng into the shop. Feng Zheng immediately let Zhao Hai into the backyard.

The yard behind the shop is not very big, with a few houses inside. It also looks a bit old, and it looks like it has been lived in for a long time. There is a small wooden table and a few small wooden benches in the yard.

Feng Zheng asked Zhao Hai to sit down on the wooden bench, and saluted Zhao Hai: "Master, please sit down for a moment, and I will get you some water."

Zhao Hai quickly stood up and said: "Donor, there is no need to be so polite. Just tell me where the water is and I will go there."

"Hey, Master, what did you say?" Feng Zheng quickly stopped Zhao Hai, and then said: "Master, it is my honor to come to my house. How can I let Master go to the water by yourself? Master, please take a seat."

Zhao Hai had no choice but to sit down. Feng Zheng entered the room and walked out after a while. He was holding a teapot and a cup in his hand. He put the teapot and cup on the table, and then poured some into the cup. A glass of water was given to Zhao Hai.

Zhao Hai quickly thanked him and took the cup. The water in the tea was green and looked not as good as the grass in early spring. It was very beautiful and smelled with a faint fragrance. It smelled very good. Zhao Hai couldn't help but sigh: "Good." Tea, thank you donor."

After finishing speaking, he drank the tea in the cup in one sip. Then he put down the cup and thought about it for a moment: "It's a little bitter when I put it in my mouth, but then it has a faint sweetness. It's really good tea."

"Hahaha, as long as you like it, master, that's fine." Feng Zheng said as he sat across from Zhao Hai and looked at Zhao Hai with a smile on his face.

Zhao Hai looked at Feng Zheng and said with some confusion: "Donor, are you the only one in your family? Do you have other family members?"

Feng Zheng smiled and said: "Master, I have no other family members. My only son has been dead for many years. My daughter-in-law has also returned to her natal family and remarried. My wife has also passed away long ago. I am the only one left, Master." , I think your husband looks like he is from Tiefo Temple, right? I wonder why you didn’t go to the city lord Yi’s house, but came to me to ask for water? "

Zhao Hai looked at Feng Zheng, smiled slightly and said: "Don't the old benefactor know why the poor monk came here? The poor monk has already drank the sweet tea from you, the old benefactor, isn't the old benefactor still worried?"

When Feng Zheng heard what Zhao Hai said, he couldn't help but be stunned. Then his face changed, his back straightened, and his whole expression immediately changed. He no longer looked like an old man. , on the contrary, he seemed to be ten years younger all of a sudden. He looked at Zhao Hai coldly and said in a deep voice: "Who are you? You actually know about my sweet tea!"

Zhao Hai looked at Feng Zheng, then sighed and said: "Amitabha, this poor monk is an outer disciple of Tiefo Temple, his name is Jinghai, old benefactor, you have hatred in your heart, but you don't know where you got this evil technique. Practice by yourself, and you have achieved some success. Otherwise, you would not attack my junior brother Nie Guo. It’s just that the poor monk is very curious. Why did you attack my junior brother Nie Guo? You should also know that you did this. , will lead to revenge from my Tiefo Temple, do you think you can hide it from me, Tiefo Temple?"

Feng Zheng looked at Zhao Hai and said: "You are such a powerful monk. You have just arrived in Rongcheng and you can find me. Hahaha. I have hatred in my heart? Of course I hate it. I am devoted to Buddha. I just pray for the safety of my family. But the Lord Buddha let my only son die at the hands of robbers. My daughter-in-law remarried and took my grandson away. What kind of Buddha did I return the favor? Why should I respect Buddha if Buddha doesn't protect me! "

"Amitabha, is this why the old donor hates you? But even if you hate the old donor, you can't kill people at will. After all, we didn't kill your family."

"Hmph, it wasn't you who killed me, but Lord Buddha. Then I will naturally seek revenge on you, Lord Buddha's disciples. Isn't this a cycle of cause and effect?"

Zhao Hai whispered the Buddha's name. I don't want to speak out anymore. There is really nothing to say to someone who is so extreme that he is a bit crazy.

When Feng Zheng saw that Zhao Hai was silent, he thought that Zhao Hai was running out of words. He sneered: "Monk, why don't you speak? You are talking, hahahaha, monks like you. I have seen through it a long time ago, you Apart from being able to deceive people, what is its use? Of course I will take revenge, I will kill all the monks in the world!"

Zhao Hai announced the Buddha's name in a low voice: "Amitabha, donor, you have deep evil thoughts in your heart. You killed a few more and took their souls to practice exercises, so your whole body is full of sins. It's better to follow the poor monk up the mountain. The poor monk will not kill you. Every time Recite the sutra every day to purify your sins so that the donor can be liberated as soon as possible."

"Fart!" Feng Zheng shouted angrily: "What sin do I have? I'm just taking revenge. What crime can I have in revenge? Monk, I don't care how you found me, but if you come today, you must die. You have already Drink this sweet tea. After drinking the sweet tea, your hands and feet will become weak and all your skills will be lost. You have no strength now, so you just have to die."

After saying this, Feng Zheng closed his eyes slightly and recited the incantation softly. At this moment, Zhao Hai stretched out his hand and touched the big point on Feng Zheng's chest. Feng Zheng stopped his incantation and stepped back. , moves dexterously, and does not look like an old man at all.

However, Feng Zheng looked at Zhao Hai in surprise at this time and said sternly: "You can still move? Didn't you drink that sweet tea?"

"Amitabha, it seems that the donor's practice is really not up to the mark. The incantation was interrupted so easily by the poor monk. The poor monk is really curious as to how you killed Junior Brother Nagong."

"Hmph, that monk is very stupid. I said I didn't have the energy to go up the mountain to listen to their sermons. So I asked him to preach a sutra for me, and he actually started to preach. Hahaha, his eyes were closed when he was chanting sutras. Of course, you can’t see me using the spell, so I can kill him easily. You, a monk, still have strength after drinking sweet tea, but it’s useless, just suffer death.” After saying this, Feng Zheng formed a seal with his hands, then moved his right hand towards Zhao Hai, and a gray light shot straight towards Zhao Hai. The light was very fast, like lightning, and shot directly in front of Zhao Hai.

Zhao Hai leaned back, then turned over, and then rushed towards Feng Zheng. Feng Zheng obviously rarely made moves with others, so he couldn't cope with it. He watched Zhao Hai arrive in front of him. He raised his hand and sealed several large acupuncture points on Feng Zheng's body.

Feng Zheng's spiritual energy could no longer move, and he couldn't speak. He could only stare at Zhao Hai, wishing he could eat Zhao Hai alive.

Zhao Hai ignored him, but stretched out his hand and carried him to the room. The reason why he wanted to enter this room was because he could feel that there was a strong evil spirit in this room, but this The evil energy seemed to have shrunk, and if he hadn't been mentally strong, he wouldn't have been able to detect it.

Zhao Hai entered the room carefully. It was a small living room. There was an Eight Immortals table in it. There were four stools on the four sides of the Eight Immortals table. Inside, against the wall, there was a large Buddhist niche. The Buddhist niche looks very beautiful. There is a Buddha statue inside. The Buddha statue has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, with hands in Dharma seals and a kind look on his face. When most people see this Buddha statue, they will definitely think that the person who worships this Buddha statue must be a devout person. How can a person of Buddha imagine that the person offering this Buddha statue is actually a person who wants to take revenge on Buddhism?

Zhao Hai stared at the Buddha statue with a heavy expression, because he could clearly feel that there was a lot of evil energy gathering in this Buddha statue. This was definitely not an ordinary Buddha statue.

Zhao Hai put Feng Zheng on the ground, and then slowly walked towards the Buddha statue. When he reached the Buddha statue, he stretched out his hand and slowly turned the Buddha statue around. When the Buddha statue turned around, Zhao Hai couldn't help being surprised, because the Buddha statue Behind it, it turned out to be another look. Behind it was another statue, carved with a green-faced demon elephant with fangs, blood-red eyes, claw-like hands, and a mace. Under this demon, there were many steps on it. The white bones look very terrifying.

As soon as Zhao Hai saw the demon statue, he couldn't help but whisper the Buddha's name and said: "Amitabha, this is actually a special magic weapon. It's really unexpected."

At this moment, the eyes of the demon statue flashed red, and then a cold voice came: "There are actually Buddhist disciples, hahahaha, little monk, you found me, you are unlucky, I will take your soul." Finished." After saying that, the demon statue's eyes flashed red and shot straight towards Zhao Hai.

Zhao Hai naturally couldn't let the red light hit him. He ducked to the side and got past the red light's attack. At the same time, he punched the demon statue. The demon statue seemed to have its own intelligence. He actually moved to the side to pass Zhao Hai's punch, and then a green light shot out from the demon statue. This green light was not directed at Zhao Hai, but at Feng Zheng behind Zhao Hai. .

Feng Zheng had already been hit by Zhao Hai's acupuncture point. He couldn't miss the blow at all and was directly hit by the gray light. After shooting the gray light, the demon statue returned to its original appearance. Nothing special.

Zhao Hai could also feel that the evil spirit in the demon statue had completely disappeared. At this moment, Feng Zheng's body was changing. He was shaking violently, and then he Bursts of black smoke came out of his body, surrounding him. From time to time, bursts of roars came from the black smoke. The sound was like a wounded beast, with endless pain and endless The wildness and endless magic power made everyone who heard the voice feel chilled in their hearts, as if they had seen the devil coming to the world.

Zhao Hai's heart was as solid as stone, and naturally he would not be affected. However, he looked at the black smoke with a solemn expression. Soon the black smoke began to shrink inward. After a while, a monster appeared in the black smoke. This monster had white hair. Fa, over two and a half meters tall, with muscles like iron on his body, his eyes are blood red, black energy flashes on his face, the nails on his hands are like daggers, and his fangs protrude from his mouth. Now he is inhaling hard, and as he With his movements, the black smoke on his body was slowly flown into his two nostrils. Until all the black smoke disappeared, he exhaled a breath, but this breath was also as black as ink, and then But this breath surrounded the monster again. From time to time, a human face flashed in the black air, with endless pain on his face, and bursts of ghostly howling sounds came from his mouth, which made people hear Everyone feels cold in their hearts and finds their roots standing on end.

At this time, the monster was staring at Zhao Hai with a pair of blood-red eyes. After a while, it laughed loudly and said: "Hahaha, okay, although this body is not very good, there is boundless hatred in this body." , it can be turned into the power of my Seven Sins Divine Fist, hahahaha, speaking of which, I really have to thank this old man. If he hadn’t picked me up and helped me absorb people’s souls, I might be dead now. Although my body is not very good, it’s okay. No one will doubt me. As long as I achieve great success, I can take revenge. Greedy God, how dare you plot to kill me and cause me to have to use my body to resurrect my soul? I must let you die without a burial place to satisfy the hatred in my heart." (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!