Daqin storyteller: I have become a sword fairy all the way

In November, the cold wind blows, among the mountains and rivers.

The bright moon hangs high and there is no cloud in the sky. A monk in cassock and holding a Zen staff walks alone on the path in the mountains.

This path is located in the middle of the mountain, and the road is very steep. Generally, no one will take this dangerous path except for urgent matters.

But the monk didn't care, he walked on the steep path step by step with a Zen stick in his hand.

From time to time, the roar of wild animals can be heard in the surrounding dark forest.

If you were an ordinary person, if you were traveling in such a place late at night, you would basically have lived enough.

But the roar of the beast and the rush of the river under the cliff seemed to him like a passing cloud. His steps were steady, and he seemed to be still reciting scriptures in his mouth. What was even more amazing was that he was on such a steep path. Close your eyes and walk.

The monk walked with his eyes closed all the way, but he could turn every corner precisely, step over every stone on the road, and even avoid ants on the ground.

The monk walked along the path for nearly two hours, and a ruined temple appeared at the corner of the path.

There was a flickering fire in the abandoned small temple, it seemed that someone was resting there for the night, but the monk didn't stop, and walked steadily, but when passing by, he gave a shallow salute to the small temple, and then continued on his way.

But the people resting in that small temple were not any decent people, but two vicious desperadoes.

They have been hiding in the mountains for the past few days, for fear that the government will find them and arrest them and behead them.

When they heard footsteps outside the small temple, they woke up with a start, and the blade was already in their hands.

One of them was lying on the crack of the door, and just saw the monk bowing to the small temple. He noticed the Buddhist staff in the monk's hand and the cassock on his body through the moonlight.

Those two items are definitely not ordinary products. The cassock is the best silk and satin, with golden patterns sewn on it by drawing gold silk.And the top of the Zen staff is made of pure gold, and the entire Zen staff is engraved with various scriptures, which is priceless.

The two desperadoes both noticed the valuables on the monk, and an idea inevitably came to their minds.

I have already killed many people, and I will kill another one. Besides, in this deep mountain and old forest, no one will know how he died, and even his body will not be found.

A desperado said: "Brother, if you become a monk, you and I will sell his cassock and Zen stick, and you will be able to sell it for a good price. Then you can fly away and live a stable life!"

Another replied: "Let's do this last vote, and we'll wash our hands when we're done!"

The two outlaws looked at each other and nodded at the same time.

Immediately, the two of them rushed out of the door without saying a word, they just clenched the blade tightly in their hands and stabbed straight at the monk.

But this time the situation was completely different from what the two of them had expected. This time the blade in their hands did not pierce into the body as before, but made two crisp snapping sounds, and the two blades actually broke apart.

The monk turned around at this moment, and gave a shallow salute to the two bewildered desperadoes.

"I've seen two benefactors, but I don't know why they stabbed me with knives?"

The two desperadoes looked at the broken blade in their hands, and when they heard the monk's words, they became angry for a moment.The two men took out the dagger from their waists and stabbed the monk again.

But this time the result was the same, the two daggers snapped, and one of them was injured by the split blade.

The monk said with some doubts at this time: "Is this the etiquette here? The poor monk has been taught."

The two desperadoes couldn't bear this kind of humiliation at this time, they rushed forward to fight the monk, but no matter how hard they beat, the monk didn't move at all, as if the fist couldn't hit him at all.The two tried as hard as they could, but they couldn't make the monk hurt a single hair.

"No, brother, this monk is weird, let's withdraw." One of them said.

And the other person looked at the pure gold Zen stick in the monk's hand with eyes full of reluctance, and he snorted coldly and said, "Hmph, you and I have nowhere to go, so we have to kill this monk, or you and I have nowhere to go." You must be trapped to death in this mountain by the government!"

As soon as the words came out, the two were about to rush up again, when they heard the monk say: "It turns out that the two benefactors wanted to kill the poor monk, no wonder."

As soon as the words fell, the monk opened his eyes that had been closed all the time, his eyes were as bright as two suns, and in the rays of light from his eyes, there seemed to be scriptures of various shapes floating.

The monk stared at the two men, closed his eyes after a while, and said in a deep voice: "The poor monk has already seen the lives of your two brothers. According to what the poor monk saw, your two brothers carried 37 lives in their hands. There are no fewer than hundreds of people who have been involved in the disaster, and they should be extremely vicious people."

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful. Although your two brothers killed innocent people so indiscriminately, my Buddha believes that if you walk the right way in the next life, you can also be a good person."

The two just opened their dazed eyes when they heard what the monk said, and they laughed for a while.

"Hahahaha, damn it, I really met a crazy monk. I think his eyes are also a valuable thing. I'll dig them out and take them away!"

As soon as the words fell, the two men were about to kill the monk.

But the last time the monk didn't stand still, his figure swayed, the Zen staff in his hand shook violently, an extremely tyrannical force spread from his whole body, and golden lights burst out from his body, and there were scriptures in the golden light. Text flow.

The monk said again at this time: "Poor monk Tang Xuanzang, you should clean up the world's evil spirits for my Buddha. You two have committed a heinous crime. I should send you to meet my Buddha and repent for what you have done in person!"

The two felt the terrifying aura from Tang Xuanzang, and they also realized that they had kicked an iron plate, and they turned around and were about to run.

But Tang Xuanzang stood where he was, and a phantom appeared behind him. The four great Vajras stood in two rows, glaring at the two who were running away.

With a thought in Tang Xuanzang's mind, King Kong behind him made a sudden move, rushing towards the fleeing two at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye.

The two of them suddenly felt that the moonlight in front of them was covered by something.

They raised their heads, and the Four Great Vajras in front of them were looking down at him.

As soon as one of them screamed, he was smashed into a meatloaf by the King Kong's fist, and the blood exploded like a water balloon and splashed out.

The remaining one sat on the ground paralyzed, already incontinent from the fright, he looked at the four King Kongs in a trance, as if he was about to faint from fright.

At this time, Tang Xuanzang stuck his Zen staff on the ground and walked slowly.

Seeing Tang Xuanzang approaching, the desperado who was still alive kowtowed frantically as if grabbing a life-saving straw, with tears streaming down his face, wanting Tang Xuanzang to save his life.

But Tang Xuanzang made a shallow salute, and then the veins in his hands popped out, and he grabbed the man's head like a chicken. With a strong hand, he crushed the man's head like a watermelon.

Then the golden light flowed on his body, and the blood stains all over his body disappeared completely. He looked at the two inhuman corpses on the ground, and whispered: "It's good, the benefactor has a good journey."

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