Reborn Zombie Supreme

After everyone left, only the fisherman girl was left squatting on the ground, silently picking up fish.

"Woo~"

Her sobs were also very unpleasant, disturbing people and not wanting to go shopping. Plus, a light rain fell, and the whole street was deserted.

Only the fisherman girl squatted in the rain.

Paji,

He Cheng stepped on the water and stood in front of the fisherman girl. The rainwater fell on him and disappeared in an instant.

He is the nemesis of the dragon, so naturally he does not tolerate water.

"People are easily deceived by color, but they don't know that beauty will be nothing more than a pink skeleton after a hundred years. After all, money is something external to the body. Only oneself suffers in the sea of ​​suffering, endless, and cannot find the other side. After death, all the things in the previous life will be gone. It's an illusion, and you can only struggle out of the sea of ​​suffering." Her voice was steady, as if she was talking to herself.

"If they all understand, Lingshan won't be able to live in it." He Cheng lowered his head to see her reaching out to grab the lively fish on the ground, and her face was splashed with muddy water.

"The world is so big that any place can be a spiritual mountain. If we can save all sentient beings from the sea of ​​suffering, why worry about not being able to live there?" The fisherman girl stood up and looked at He Cheng, "I want to go back to the river to fish."

He Cheng bent down and picked up the basket. He didn't know what expression to use when looking at the Bodhisattva who looked exactly like an ordinary person without using magic.

There was only one thought in my mind, "How upright."

He followed the fisherman girl and walked slowly back to the river bank. There was a small boat swaying in the rain.

The fisherman girl trotted into the boat, turned around and shouted to He Cheng: "Master, come in and take shelter from the rain. Master, come and take shelter from the rain~"

He Cheng turned around and saw that it was a scholar jogging in the rain. His two wide sleeves were raised above his head, like two big cattail fans.

At the beginning of the period, when he heard that someone asked him to take shelter from the rain, the scholar was overjoyed. He was about to agree, but when he turned around, he saw the ugly fisherman girl: "It's so ugly. I'd rather be wet, I'd rather be wet..."

He Cheng grinned and walked into the fishing boat under the scholar's puzzled gaze.

It was getting dark very quickly, and the whole town had become quiet due to the rain.

The sound of the Buddha's name "Amitabha" caused a ripple in the calm river water.

In the fishing boat, He Chenghu sat on a pony, casually grabbing a live fish, and looked at the fisherman girl who was meditating with her eyes closed: "Venerable Wisdom said that the Buddha's heart can be borrowed. May I ask Master Guanyin, how can I borrow it?"

"The general is interested in this?"

"very interested!"

He Cheng nodded vigorously. Of course he was interested. If he wanted to collect three hundred Buddha hearts in this world where Lingshan was the only one, he would be hunted by Lingshan. He would not refuse if there was a gentler way.

The corpse Buddha's body is rarely used now because it is not powerful enough. There are too many things on him that are not powerful enough and need to be upgraded urgently.

"This is the relationship between the general and the Buddha..."

The fisherman girl smiled slightly, her appearance was so ugly that it made people smack their teeth.

"General, please listen carefully. Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, walking in the deep Prajnaparamita for a long time, sees that all five aggregates are empty, and can survive all hardships..."

As soon as she opened her mouth, He Cheng seemed to have been put on a tight spell, and felt a headache.

The fisherman girl did not pause. A copy of the Guanyin Heart Sutra, with fifty-four sentences and two hundred and sixty words, was delivered to He Cheng's ears smoothly. When the sound stopped, He Cheng scratched his head and stood up reluctantly, "I can listen to the Sutra." With this look, we really have no connection with Buddha."

He had suffered a lot just now, and his brain felt as if a red-hot iron rod had been inserted into it and stirred up. After twisting it for dozens of times, the iron rod was pulled out, and his brain was stuck out with it.

"Amitabha, it seems that the general's road to becoming a Buddha is very bumpy. Only with great perseverance and perseverance can he achieve the right result."

"I'm already in the right state."

He Cheng sat down again: "Master Guanyin, I want the Buddha's heart. What's the use of chanting sutras?"

"The Buddha's heart of the poor monk is in this "Guanyin Heart Sutra", which is my Buddha's heart. I think the general seems to have an epiphany, why not listen to me reciting the Heart Sutra again."

"No, no need!"

He Cheng left the ship,

This is different from what He Cheng understands, the Buddha's heart, the Buddha's heart.

Killing Buddhas to obtain their hearts is a way to increase his strength. However, he only gets a headache when listening to sutras and chanting, and he instinctively wants to avoid it.

"It's weird, it's weird!" He Cheng scratched his hair and couldn't figure it out.

the next day,

The fisherman girl transformed by Guanyin Bodhisattva once again went to the streets to sell fish. The difference was that this time she transformed into a very handsome woman. She was still in the same position as yesterday. At dawn, people were taking to the streets one after another.

The butcher selling pork yawned, and threw half of the dead pig on the chopping board. When he turned around and saw a woman in front of him, he cursed secretly: "Bad luck," and he thought to himself, "I have to drive this ugly woman away, so as not to She's holding up my business!"

The butcher came to the fisherman girl aggressively. As soon as he opened his mouth, he smelled a fresh fragrance, which was completely different from yesterday's fishy smell. When the fisherman girl turned around again, the butcher was even more shocked: "Beautiful! So beautiful!"

He used to sell pork, and his voice could be heard in half the town. Now when he shouts, naturally a group of people, both men and women, gather around him, marveling at the appearance of the fisherman girl, and rushing to buy fish.

But these are not good people either.

Someone immediately said, "I'll buy you a fish, how about you let me kiss it?"

"You are such a dirty person!... Hehe, I bought all your fish, you marry me as my wife and help me sell pork." I heard that this was the butcher.

There was a lot of shouting and yelling, which was completely different from the yelling and cursing yesterday.

"You want to marry me?"

"Of course I do!"

"As long as any of you can recite the Guanyin Heart Sutra overnight, I will marry him."

"Is it true?" Some people don't believe that you can marry such a wife who is more beautiful than a fairy by memorizing a scripture?

"Of course it's true..." Before she could finish speaking, an old man from the crowd squeezed over, "She is my daughter. She is dedicated to Buddha. If any of you can recite the Heart Sutra, she will definitely marry you!"

The old man winked at the fisherman girl.

"That's right, this is my father. He has his parents' orders. You should be able to rest assured, right?"

"Who is this old man? I've never seen him before." People around him started talking.

"What the heck, carrying a book is not about getting paid, and you won't suffer any loss. Besides... look at his old arms and legs, how dare you lie to us? Just chop him to death!"

"Right!"

He Cheng also accepted the Bodhisattva's mission and came to be a father, adding a bit of credibility.

On this day, no one was interested in doing anything. They held a copy of the Guanyin Heart Sutra and recited it, and no one fell asleep all night.

The sound of the Heart Sutra being recited all over the town was like being attacked from ten sides, causing He Cheng to have a splitting headache.

He hid on the clouds, but could still hear chanting from time to time.

On the third day,

The old man was sitting on the second floor of the teahouse, and the handsome fisherman girl stood behind him, serving him tea and water respectfully.

There was a line standing in front of the tea table, and there was a queue downstairs.

Most of them came to get wives, and some were women who came to get concubines for their husbands or to get wives for their sons.

Everyone came to recite the Heart Sutra, and the fisherman's daughter checked on them.

But what a pain in the ass.

"Being plotted!"

Fortunately, these people have no Buddha nature and chant sutras just like a running account, so their brains are not suffering.

When the 300th person was read, boom!

It seemed as if a wall exploded in He Cheng's mind, instantly becoming transparent.

28 Buddha hearts, one more!

"Tsk! No, no, no, keep reading!"

He endured the headache and listened to more than 600 people, boom!

29 Buddha hearts, plus one more.

At this moment he seemed to have found a trick.

He Cheng turned to look at the fisherman girl beside him. The fisherman girl smiled at him: "Dad, if you are tired, why don't you go back and rest?"

"Not tired, not tired." When good things come to an end, he certainly doesn't feel tired.