The Most Powerful Young Man

The mountains and forests are lush and lush.

In a small town surrounded by mountains, a house, an old bed, and two windows, fortunately it is pasted with a layer of paper, otherwise you will have to feel the bitter breeze in winter.

Huzi felt that he had had a long dream.

In my dream, I saw thousands of troops.

He didn't have a clear understanding of the soldiers' warfare. He just felt that the sound of horseshoes, the screams of soldiers, and the shouts of killing were echoing in his ears.

Even the sound of the iron piercing the skin is as subtle as silk.

He stood in the midst of the army, trembling.

He could only run wildly, but fortunately, he was not hurt by those people. Finally, he found an inconspicuous corner, which was under the towering city wall, and the gray bricks were engraved with the vicissitudes of life.

He hugged his knees, sat on the ground, crying, crying to his sister.

The body was trembling constantly.

Finally, a man walked up to him.

Lifting his head and looking at the man, Hu Zi suddenly felt a sense of security for some unknown reason.

The man smiled, stretched out his hand and looked at him.

He subconsciously wanted to hold that hand, but at that moment, a war horse neighed suddenly, making him stunned a little.

Then, there was a clear wooden fish sound in the empty valley, echoing in his ears, making him suddenly awakened.

I saw that the man standing in front of him suddenly flew into a rage, and accompanied by an angry shout, a black air soared into the sky.

"Smelly monk, dare to stop me and not let me find a container, then you will be my carrier!"

"You Buddhists, don't you want to cross the world? Then you will be my ferryman!"

"come!"

With a roar, all the surrounding pictures freeze.

Above the sky, the dark clouds that had weighed down the city suddenly revealed a golden light.

With a "OK".

The man standing in front of Huzi finally showed a smile on his face, which turned into a black light and slammed into the golden light.

"The monk is still kind-hearted after all!" These words were full of sarcasm.

With a swing, Huzi suddenly opened his eyes, still the dilapidated bed.

The first person I saw when I opened my eyes was the little monk sitting in front of him.

"Little monk, I..."

Meizi rushed forward and pulled Huzi into her arms.

"You messy boy, you slept for three days and three nights, are you really going to scare your sister to death?"

Back in her sister's warm arms, Huzi cried out.

While crying, he was still standing with the little monk sitting by the bed.

He always felt that the word "good" before was spoken from the mouth of the young monk.

"Meizi, I'm going back first." The little monk stood up and said with a smile.

"Huh? Ok... Then, thank you for saving my brother! By the way, what was his illness before?"

The little monk was silent.

After a while, he laughed and said, "Huzi has nothing to do, but I will retreat for a few days, so I don't have to look for me."

"Huh?" Meizi asked for a moment, "What are you going to do?"

The little monk just smiled, but didn't speak.

He turned around and walked out of the house.

"Sister, the little monk is weird today." Huzi whispered.

When I was speaking, my nose ran into my mouth.

"Shut up first!" Although she saw her brother wake up again, she was still angry and reprimanded.

Huzi shook his head and nodded quickly.

However, he always feels that waking up from his dream is very good...

The little monk slowly returned to his house.

After closing the door, he finally let out a long sigh of relief, and the expression on his face changed drastically at this moment.

"Such a heavy evil..." The little monk gave a wry smile, walked a few steps forward, and sat cross-legged on the futon.

Holding the wooden fish in his hand, he tapped slowly.

His lips squirmed, and he muttered Sanskrit that others would not understand, and asked the Buddha in his heart.

The Buddha did not answer him, but a voice rang in his ears.

"I really want to send me away, do you have such great ability?" The voice listened dryly, and was murderous.

The little monk did not speak, but still concentrated, reciting the scriptures.

"It's easy for God to send it to God. If you are jealous of me, why promise me?" the voice continued.

The little monk slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were no longer as piercing as they used to be, but instead filled with resentment.

Fortunately, soon, he suppressed the resentment again.

"I really didn't expect that you would hide in a child's body. No wonder I looked for you for three days and didn't find it." The little monk sneered and said, "There is only the innocence of a child, and the heart of a child. , Can you cover up your grievances, right?"

"What we are talking about is not a topic at all," the man said.

"Yeah." The little monk nodded, closed his eyes, and re-chanted.

"Well, if you help me achieve what I want, how about I leave your body?"

The little monk ignored him.

"Then I take a step back, you help me find a body again, and I will leave."

The little monk continued to chant.

"Mother, do you really think I don't have a temper?" That voice finally got angry.

The little monk laughed and said, "Donor, are you scared?"

"What am I afraid of?!" the voice said in anger.

"You are afraid, I really saved you." The little monk said, "Otherwise, why bother in such a hurry?"

"Hmph, do you really think that I will make you so smooth? Yes, your cultivation level is very high, and you even have a Buddha's heart. With your cultivation level and understanding, it is not difficult to become a Buddha, and it is even possible. Sit on the ground and become a Buddha, but what can you do even like this? You are still a mortal now, a mortal womb. Since this is the case, how can you threaten me?" The voice sneered.

The little monk felt that the voice in his heart was just using this method to conceal the deep fear in his heart.

"Do you really think that I didn't have a back hand?" the voice continued.

The little monk sighed and said, "The donor, the Dazhong Dynasty is over. Even if you can really be a human again and find your body, what about it? That body is just your hiding place. You really think that you can recover the Dazhong Dynasty. , Can we still use our own power to destroy the nations and slaughter the common people?"

The voice fell into a short silence for an instant.

I don’t know how long it took before the voice re-said: "Do you know who I am?"

"know."

"..."

At this time, it was completely silent.

For three days, the little monk did not go out.

For these three days, Meizi would walk around the door of the little monk every day.

At noon on this day, suddenly, the village head came towards the little monk's house.

Behind him, several young and strong men followed.

"Meizi, what are you doing here?" the village head frowned and asked.

Meizi was taken aback for a moment, shook her head, and her face was a little red.

"Okay, that little monk is still in the house?" the village chief asked.

Mei Zi is a careful girl, and she immediately noticed that these people were coming on fiercely and that they were not kind.

If it were changed before, the village chief would never directly address the little monk anyway.

It sounds a bit abrupt and weird no matter how it sounds.

Meizi felt that she had seen the few people standing behind the village chief, not from this village, but from Suiyang.

"The village chief, you are looking for the little monk, what's the matter?" Meizi asked.

The village chief looked at Meizi's eyes and gradually softened. He laughed and said, "It's nothing, but there are some situations that need to be confirmed with the little monk. You should go back first."

Meizi shook her head.

"The little monk can't see you now." Meizi said.

"Huh? Why?!" The village chief was taken aback, his brows frowned.

A young man behind the village chief, wearing a sheep fur, said unhappyly: "Little girl, get out of the way, I can tell you, that little monk is not a good person!"

"Nonsense!" Meizi suddenly became angry. She roared like an angry lioness, "Why do you say that? What proof do you have? What are you?"

This is the most angry time in Meizi's life.

It's the first time that she has such a red face when she grows up.

Because she always feels that she is a girl with no father and no mother, and she has no reliance on others. She can only be bullied. It is not a big deal to be bullied herself, but she still has a younger brother, if it is true. What about my brother?

Therefore, in Meizi's view, for so many years, she hasn't lived for herself a day, but for her younger brother.

But now she really couldn't stand it anymore.

She felt that what the guy in sheep fur said was like farting.

The young monks have not been in their ravines for a long time, but how many people in each household dare to say that they have not received the favor of the young monks?

Now someone dared to shamelessly say in front of her that the little monk is not a good person.

What is this nonsense?

If she had brawn strength, she would definitely skin the young man in front of her.

"Hmph, you know what a fart, I don't bother to talk to you." The Yang Qiu man turned his face away with a cold snort.

Judging from his appearance, it seemed that he didn't want to have any disputes with Meizi.

On the one hand, it was because Suiyang had instructed before, that he must be careful, because the little monk was unusual, too much fanfare, and would only startle the snake.

On the other hand, it was also because he felt that arguing with a woman was meaningless. If you win, you won't be honorable, if you lose, you won't be honorable.

Meizi snorted coldly and said, "The little monk fell ill in order to save my younger brother. Now he is still in retreat. You can't go in and play foolishly. Although I don't understand the retreat, I always hear people say that it's immortal cultivators. You can't be disturbed."

"Heh, maybe that guy has already run away, right?" Yang Qiu said the young man.

Meizi ignored him, but still stood still, motionless like a wooden stake.

This is telling them with a clear posture, as long as I am at the door of the little monk, none of you can get in!