I Can’t Be a Sword God

Night, dark and terrifying.

Among the withered forests, there are faint lonely souls wandering. The north wind howled furiously, sweeping the top layer of snow, rolling over the ground like thin sand.

Looking from a distance, there is only one solitary lamp in the boundless wind and snow.

It was an inn.

In the high sky under the moon, two figures, one big and one small, appeared on the rugged mountain road in front of the inn.

These are two monks.

An old monk, who looked haggard and bony, was wearing a thick cotton monk robe, which seemed to be so heavy that he would fall down. There are a few strands of white beard under his chin, which seem to be blown off by the wind.

Next to him was a young monk who looked about seven or eight years old. He was also dressed in a thick cotton coat, dressed like a ball, with red lips and white teeth, indescribably delicate and lovely. His face was flushed, and he didn't look cold.

An old monk and a young monk came to the door of the inn and knocked on the door.

Tuk tuk.

"Who is it?"

With a bewitching answer, a woman in a red kerchief poked her eyes out.

The old monk said: "Shopkeeper, our master and apprentice are traveling monks passing by. If you want to stay overnight, by the way... have some vegetarian food."

The woman stared and raised her eyebrows: "There are not many serious businesses all day long, but you monks with no money are happy to come here, no, no, go elsewhere!"

"Hey." The old monk grabbed the crack of the door and begged: "You look at the barren mountains and mountains, and there is probably only one shop like yours in a radius of tens of miles. Even if you don't give food, you can let us eat it in the firewood room. Just one night."

The woman's eyes sparkled, and she was about to say something more, when she heard a rude question from behind: "My lady, who are you talking to?"

"It's nothing, the two poor monks who beg for alms are worse than beggars, their bodies are stinky and have no meat, and they learn to be monks, I will drive them away!" the woman replied.

"Don't, don't."

I saw a fat man with a face full of flesh yelling repeatedly, then pulled the woman away and opened the door.

The wind and snow poured into the house, and the candlelight in the door dimmed instantly.

"Hey, two masters, it's freezing, come in and have a bowl of hot soup and rest for the night." The man greeted the master and apprentice very enthusiastically and entered the house.

"Amitabha, thank you very much, the benefactor." The old monk thanked repeatedly.

The little monk followed suit, looking solemn and cute.

"Go fry two vegetarian dishes, warm a bowl of hot soup, and serve the two chefs." The man raised his eyebrows and said to the woman.

The woman was still a little reluctant, but she didn't dare to disobey, so she could only twist her waist that was not slim but voluptuous, and ran to the back kitchen muttering something.

The inn is not big, there are only three or five tables in the small hall on the first floor, and there are actually guests at this time.

The two monks were arranged by the man at the only vacant table, and next to them were three high-ranking guests who looked like wandering rivers and lakes, all with thick eyebrows and big eyes, beards and scars. Their coir raincoats and bamboo hats were piled up beside them, and it seemed that they had come from afar.

These three high-ranking guests were chatting happily. When they saw two monks sitting over, they looked at each other and smiled.

One of them first teased and said, "Little monk, do you know...why are there more people in the north than in the south?"

The little monk glanced at him and shook his head slightly.

"Hey." Another high-roller said with a smirk: "Look at the weather outside, the winter in the north is bitterly cold, and every family can't go out, so they can only give birth at home."

"Ha ha……"

The old monk sighed slightly, as if lamenting that these people are not taboo about meat and vegetables, and they even tell dirty jokes to their children. But the strange thing is that the old monk didn't stop him either.

At this time, the man brought two plates of vegetarian dishes and two bowls of hot soup, put them on the table, and greeted: "You two, please take your time, drink the soup first, to warm your stomach."

The old monk did not thank him, but sighed again.

The little monk put his palms together and closed his eyes to chant sutras.

"Eh?" a high-flyer asked, "Monk, why don't you eat it? Do you think his handicrafts in this small restaurant in the mountains are rough?"

"Yeah, why are you sighing?" The other person said with a smile, "I'm sighing that this vegetarian dish is not to your taste. Do you want to eat meat?"

The old monk sighed leisurely: "The poor monk is sighing, you are born obsessed, and ruined the fate, why bother?"

"Um?"

As soon as he said this, the expressions of the guests in the inn changed.

The old monk didn't talk nonsense, he clasped his hands together and chanted: "Amitabha——"

boom--

With his Buddha's name, it seemed that the world changed drastically, and all the lights and shadows around him seemed to fade away.

A warm small building in the mountains suddenly turned into a rotten house built of dilapidated tree trunks, and the wind and snow all around suddenly poured in.

The vegetarian dishes on the table instantly turned into two plates of severed human fingers, while the two bowls of hot soup turned into bright red blood, steaming in the cold wind.

And the high-ranking guests at the same table turned into three wild badgers. The guests at the other tables also turned into various goblin beasts.

As for the boss and the proprietress of the back kitchen, one turned into a wild boar and the other into a long snake.

The upheaval was only in a flash, and these mountain spirits and wild beasts all turned pale with fright, until now they knew that they had violated the Tai Sui, and they wanted to run away.

Unfortunately, the old monk said again: "Good, good——"

In an instant, there seemed to be invisible fluctuations spreading. These monsters that gathered in the mountains to harm people unexpectedly collapsed at the same time!

Amidst the bang bang, only one monster survived.

It was the long red-spotted snake transformed by the proprietress.

The little monk stood up at some point, raised his hand, and took the long snake into his palm, turning it into a small red light.

"You are the only spirit in the field who has thought of kindness. Because of your kindness, you are allowed to come to my Town Demon Tower to listen to scriptures for five hundred years."

The little monk said softly, and without giving the snake demon any chance to resist, he directly stuffed it into his sleeve with one hand.

The lively and lively scene just now turned into only two masters and apprentices in the snowstorm.

The young monk said to the old monk again: "Twenty-four people have died here, just recite the scriptures twenty-four times for salvation."

"yes."

Hearing this, the old monk sat down on the ground with his legs crossed, and began to chant scriptures.

After a long time, he stood up again and asked, "Master, where should we go next?"

It turned out that among the two, the young monk was the master!

Listening to his question, the little monk thought for a while and said, "The Buddha Fate Meeting is about to start, let's go back to the mountain."

As he spoke, he raised his hand.

A dead leaf on the ground was rolled up by an inexplicable force, and it suddenly swelled in the wind, expanding to the length and width of Zhang Xu.

The young monk stepped on first, followed by the old monk.

Immediately, a huge dead leaf rose up against the wind and whizzed away.

In the early morning, the outline of Shenluo City can already be seen.

Hongdu Mountain and Bailong Temple are at your feet.

The two monks did not enter the temple directly, but landed on the ground from a distance, and watched for a while.

Today is the day when the Buddhist Fate Meeting at Bailong Temple begins.

The so-called Buddha Fate Meeting is a grand event that has been passed down for thousands of years in Bailong Temple.

That is to say, monks or people who uphold the Dharma all over the world can come to participate and strive for the Buddha's frontier Dharma.

The final Buddha fate is divided into several levels. The best fate method may be a treasure of Bailong Temple, the top grade fate method may be a certain volume of ancient scriptures in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and the middle grade fate method may be a disciple of Bailong Temple , the low-grade fate method may be a consecration by the elders of the temple to exorcise evil spirits...

As for what kind of Buddha relationship can be obtained, it all depends on destiny.

In the early years, the Buddha Fate Association was once a supreme event of Buddhism in the world.

It's just that in the past few hundred years, with the rise of Yunfu Temple and the decline of Bailong Temple, the Buddha's relationship will gradually show signs of dimming.

But it can also be called together with the Huadu Conference, and it can be regarded as the only grand event in Shenluo City.

but……

This year's Huadu Conference was suddenly held in winter, and it was approaching the time of the Foyuanhui, which had been held in winter, and the reputation of the Foyuanhui fell to the lowest level in history...

This also allowed the monks of Bailong Temple to see the true colors of these so-called pious believers.

When you have a woman, you forget the Dharma...

God damn it.

So this year's Buddha Fate Association was also forced to carry out some reforms.

Originally, it was a conference that believers watched spontaneously. In order to attract people to come, this year, the first round of the Buddhist Fate Meeting was changed to see which participant can attract more popularity.

And now is the time to start enrolling.

At the gate of the mountain temple, a small episode happened.

The little monk who recorded the list of contestants smiled and asked a handsome participant.

"Name?"

"Li Chu."

"Profession?"

"Taoist priest."

"..." The smile on the little monk's face gradually disappeared.

After confirming that the person in front of him was very serious and not joking, the little novice asked slowly.

"This benefactor... are you here to kick the pavilion?"

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