Cannon fodder for his brother

Chapter 579 My Sister Is The Devil 4
Master Yide?
Ning Hong took Ning Zhaozhao's hand and stood aside listening for a while.

He has a bit of an impression of Master Yide.

After all, in the past year and a half, I have heard too much.

A true enlightened monk.

He is best at slaying demons and eliminating demons, and helping the righteous way.

However, this temperament is too rigid, which has offended many people.

"Master, are there really evil spirits here?" On the mass grave, Master Yide was sitting on the ground, turning the beads in his hand and chanting the rebirth mantra in his mouth.

The people in this mass grave are all poor people.

There is no place to bury the dead, and no one to send them back and forth,

He gave them a ride, "If there is an afterlife, I hope everyone is safe and well, and can live a long and happy life."

"Master, it's a bit gloomy here."

The little novice shook his body in fear.

"Don't be afraid. If you don't do anything wrong in your life, what are you afraid of? The master is still here."

"But, master, although I have never done anything wrong, I still feel very scared!"

The little novice grew up in a temple, so naturally he never did anything wrong.Even an ant has never been crushed to death.

But at this moment, seeing this windy mass grave, my heart still felt cold, and a cold feeling penetrated into my mind.

"Master, why don't we go back to the temple first and find a few more brothers to come over?"

"The demonic energy here is too heavy." Yide sighed, it was already too late.

Thick fog rose up around the mass graves, shrouding the entire mass graves.

The little novice monk shivered with fear and hid behind Master Yide.

"Amitabha Buddha, benefactor, the Dharma is boundless, if you turn your back and be right, don't make mistakes again and again."

"Hehe hehe, old bald donkey, you said, let me turn around. If I turn back, I'm afraid those so-called righteous people will pull out my muscles and bones, cut off my head, and hang it up to publicize you righteous people. of majesty.”

A crisp and playful voice came from the other end of the mass grave.

"Is it a girl?"

Is this person who is endangering one party actually a female ghost?
"Hahaha, you are mistaken, I am not a girl."

It became a man's voice again.

"If you are willing to take refuge in my Buddha, the poor monk promises that you will be safe."

"Then what about the people I killed? I killed so many people, and once I convert to Buddhism, I can forget the past. Then, aren't these people who died at my hands too wronged?"

"You can recite the mantra for them a few more times, so that they will have good rewards in the next life." Yide sighed.

"donor--"

"I think you can ask those who died first to see if they are willing. Hahaha——"

Oops, Master Yide's face changed slightly.

He pulled the little novice back a step.

A series of messy footsteps immediately sounded in front of him.

Master Yide took a closer look, and saw several corpses suddenly stood up in the smoke, attacking them.

He clasped his hands together, and a long string of mantras came out of his mouth.

These incantations turned into golden ropes, entangled these ghouls, and crushed these corpses one by one.

"Master, monks are compassionate, but why are you so cold and heartless? There was Patriarch Bodhidharma before him, who sacrificed his life to feed eagles, but why can't you do it?"

The irony in that voice grew even stronger.

"Amitabha, only those who should be crossed will be crossed. These are already crazy and not very human. It is useless to say more."

"Haha, you are such bald asses, you always like to talk to yourself."

Suddenly the voice cooled down, changing from a delicate female voice to a rich male voice. "Since you don't want to save ghosts, you might as well stay here to keep them company -"

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The little novice monk stumbled to the market.

At the last moment, his master threw him out.

His life was saved, but the master was haunted by the corpses.

The master's life is in danger, and he must find someone to save him.

The man who was neither male nor female spoke erratically and was so vicious.

There is another mountain outside this town. There are many temples and Taoist temples on the mountain, and the incense is also very strong.He went to ask those people for help, and asked them to come forward to save Master Yide, but those people drove him out.

No one is willing to come to the rescue.

However, there was an apprentice from the Taoist temple who looked at him with sympathy.

"Don't be stupid, no one dares to go."

Taoist apprentices have been in the Taoist temple for many years, and I have seen many people come to ask for help, hoping to purify the mass grave, but no one has ever dared to go.

Because a few years ago, they had been there once.

The whole army was wiped out, whether it was the temples on the mountain or these Taoist temples.

All of them died in mass graves like these chivalrous men today.

Therefore, the place is getting more and more evil.

"If that's the case, then why, they still throw the corpses in the mass graves."

"That's not so clear."

The apprentice closed the door and also closed the little novice's last glimmer of hope.

He has to go back to his monastery and call some more brothers——

However, my heart felt a little cold.

So many masters died in the mass graves. If his brothers went there, they would just die.

Thinking of this, the young novice felt so sad that he couldn't help squatting on the roadside and crying.

"You cried?"

Ning Zhaozhao squatted down beside him.

Suddenly a woman approached, and the little novice wiped away tears in embarrassment, "Female benefactor."

He took two steps to the side.

"You keep crying——"

Little novice: "—"

I'm afraid this female donor is not a fool.

"Ah Cha, come back."

Ning Hong just went to buy a few buns when she saw that Ning Zhaozhao who was with her was gone. She felt cold and was about to call out when she saw Ning Zhaozhao squatting next to a young monk.

It also keeps people crying.

"Oh."

Ning Zhaozhao nodded, stood up, returned to Ning Hongze, and held his hand.

"Don't run around next time."

"know."

Her brother is the most important thing, she is just curious.

There wasn't a single hair on his head.

"Little monk, if you need help, you can go to Qinghe Villa. I heard that there are many capable people and strangers gathered there, planning to attack the mass grave."

Ning Hong dropped these words and left.

The monk sat alone in the market and wept.

I'm afraid it's the disciple of Master Yide.

Master Yide was afraid that something had happened, and the little monk would have nowhere to ask for help, so he was crying here.

"Brother, he has been crying."

"Crying won't solve the problem."

"But he's funny crying."

"If you don't cry, you should smile more. My brother likes to see you smile. If you cry too much, it means that your brother is gone."

"Then—don't cry, never cry." Ning Zhaozhao hugged Ning Hongze's arm tightly, she would never cry, she wanted to be with her brother forever.

Another month has passed.

People from Qinghe Villa have already gone to the mass graves.

During this period, there was no news.

But, just two days ago.

The people from Qinghe Villa are back.

He also rescued the dying Master Yide——

(End of this chapter)