Konoha completion plan

Chapter 40 Death of Pharmacist Dou

A sharp and substantive feeling came, followed by a kunai stuck in the opening of the bag in almost no particular order - Dou Xin said "Sure enough", ignoring the pain caused by the sharp blade piercing, Immediately, he turned around, without even looking at the kunai in his hand, he stabbed backwards.According to the position, strength, and angle of the opponent's kunai piercing, Dou instantly calculated the position where Yuren should appear!
But this whirling pierced a void, and passed through the clone without any success, without piercing or cutting anything.

The second thing I didn't think of was that Youren didn't pull out Kunai from his body. This is very inconsistent with the ninja's fighting habits when grasping Kunai.Generally speaking, in order to continue to cause damage to the enemy, Kunai will still hold it in his hand after stabbing the enemy-and pulling out Kunai will cause a lot of bleeding from the wound and increase the damage.

But... Yuren didn't pull out the kunai, but kept it in the body of the bag.And this is not due to inexperience, but a strategy derived after thinking.

The specific ability of this bag is not very clear to people, so it can only be used as a reference according to the cunning and cunning guy in the comics.And this guy has a ninjutsu technique of "healing wounds and destroying wounds", which can instantly heal wounds—and leave Kunai in the wounds to see how he heals them!No matter how much chakra is prepared for healed wounds, the weapon must always be pulled out.

……

Obviously, Dou will not have such an opportunity!
There was a slight pain and coolness on the back of Dou's neck, and then it quickly became hot, but his body fell headlong in disobedience.

A person held Kunai upside down, and cut off most of the back of the neck, and the dense neck nerve center was cut open by Kunai at once...

Blood trickled down the ground.The human avatars dissipated one after another, and the blue eagle in the sky, which was the same color as the sky, swooped down, grabbed the pocket with a pair of sharp claws, and flew towards the sky.Whether it was the attack just now, or taking the corpse away at this time, Youren never covered up his tracks.It wasn't until the human-incarnated eagle grabbed the dead body and flew into the sky, out of the range of Pamphlet Street, that there was a burst of screams around, and the security personnel quickly approached and sealed off the area where the incident occurred.

People grabbed the corpse and flew for more than 30 miles before landing in a valley.As soon as the eagle landed, it became a man.

Firewood was found nearby, and all kinds of dry wood were piled up in a pile, like a high bed.Dou's body was placed on top, and then set on fire.The raging flames and thick smoke rose up, and they were reduced to ashes in the flames. In the end, only a few fragments of bones remained... His ashes were scattered in the valley and dispersed with the wind.

"That's it..." Youren felt a little emotional, but he couldn't say it out.After standing for a long time, the pungent smell between the nostrils had almost dissipated before he sighed.

He jumped up, turned into a big bird again, and flew to Baanchu Street... The street where the murder took place was still under martial law, and he fell down from a hidden place, and once again shaved off his short hair with kunai stubble.

Then he took off his clothes and put on a monk's robe.He clasped his hands together and calmly recited "Amitabha"...

Putting on a hat like a monk's pot lid, carrying a package on his back, he recited the only thing he knew, "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva's form is not different from emptiness and is not different from form" before entering the short book street.When people on the street saw him as a monk, they all respected him, especially after the vicious incident just happened, they all hoped that the "Master" could bring some psychological comfort!
"Little master... this little master, please stop..." A middle-aged man dressed as a servant hurriedly stopped Youren, and forced a thick stack of bank notes into Youren's arms, " This is a gift from my master to the little master, the little master has traveled hard..."

"Amitabha, the poor monk is an ascetic monk. He does not accept money, does not ask for food and lodging, and only takes everything for himself!" Although it is a thick pile, it is actually not much money. person image.If there are nobles from Bamboo Street to endorse—even if those patrols have the ability to reach the sky, they will not be able to find out their own heads.And I was fooling around, no, after using Buddhism to influence the nobles in the short book street... then I really can sit back and relax!
Thinking about the déjà vu of "who is suing me?" Youren burst into laughter.As for how to pretend to be an expert?
Standing alone, acting differently from others... This is already half of an expert.

Ordinary monks want to ask for alms and donate, but they don’t want to ask for alms, don’t donate, don’t want any material, and they don’t want to take what they don’t get through their own labor!

Ordinary monks don't eat meat and meat, and are bound by precepts, but he just doesn't teach these precepts!

……

The middle-aged servant was a bit difficult to deal with, after all, the young master didn't charge money, so it was hard for him to tell his master.Youren, on the other hand, has an attitude of "all beings are equal", and he said to the middle-aged servant very compassionately: "Don't make it difficult for the donor, the poor monk will explain to your master!" Just one sentence made the middle-aged servant feel the smallness. The vast and stalwart compassion of the master is just like the tall Buddha in the temple, so peaceful and full of love for the world.You walked unhurriedly to the owner of the middle-aged servant, clasped his hands together, and said "Amitabha" again.

"The poor monk has seen several benefactors... The poor monk has already felt the heart of the benefactor, and presumably the Buddha has already felt it. However, the poor monk has his own practice, and he does not accept gold, silver, money, or alms. Everything he needs, They all have to work with their own hands. The Buddha does not need gold or silver. My Buddha’s Dharma is boundless. With my eyes, I can see the three thousand worlds. With my mind, I can know the meaning of sentient beings in the six realms. Don't blame the benefactor..."

Every word and deed is a proper moral monk.There is no such aggressive sense of oppression, nor does it make people feel guilty.

Overall, it makes people feel very "comfortable".

The master and the people around him also felt that feeling, the master couldn't help asking: "I don't know where the little master is practicing?"

"In the temple, it is full of gold and silver. It is not a place for my Buddha to set foot. Therefore, the poor monk practices in the world, and wants to stop all evil in the world..."

"Master Gao Yi!" This is a noble person... The host has passed from "little master" to "master" unconsciously.

If monks with such a mind and enlightenment are not "masters", then what is a "master"?Those bald men in temples whose eyes shine when they see merit money?The master made up his mind at once - he must find a way to let the master stay with him for a few days, teach himself about Buddhism, and let himself be a little more Buddha-like.

(End of this chapter)