The cannon fodder of fast time travel has to struggle

Chapter 460 Red Dust Tribulation ([-])

"It's empty, you go down the mountain."

"master……"

"Go, become a Buddha or a demon, it's all in your mind. Remember, this is your own calamity, and it has nothing to do with others. You must not hurt innocent people."

"……Yes!"

Xiang Wan clasped his hands together, said goodbye to the old monk with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and a solemn appearance, and turned to leave.

In this life, she transmigrated to a monk whose dharma name was Kong Kong.The one who spoke to her just now was Master Cixin, the abbot of Nanyue Temple.

Nanyue Temple is the most prosperous temple in Nanyue Kingdom.There are hundreds of monks in the temple, and there are also many lay disciples.The original owner is a disciple who is valued by compassion, but he has not been able to heat the ring scar, so he cannot be regarded as a real monk.One of the reasons is what Compassionate Heart said, he has not exhausted his six faculties, and the world of mortals has not yet been resolved.

In fact, the original owner did, as Ci Xin said, went down the mountain to cross the calamity, and met the doomed calamity.It's just that this catastrophe happened to the person who shouldn't have appeared the last time, so it's a bit aggrieved to die because of this.

Nanyue Temple is located on the top of Qiyun Mountain. The uphill and downhill are all on the legs. There is only one official road, and it is all stone steps.People who come and go rarely take human sedan chairs, because good men and believers are afraid that this will disrespect the Buddha.

Wearing a monk's robe and carrying a simple bag, Xiang Wan walked down the mountain on foot.People who greeted her on the road nodded their heads, and many people stopped to watch.

There is no other reason, but because of the appearance of the original owner, coupled with this expression without the slightest distraction, if he is a little older, he is a typical appearance of an eminent monk.But now, the immature face seems to be a little inconsistent with the temperament of the whole body, and the breath of abstinence is very strong.It's no wonder that Ci Xin would say that he is not in the world of mortals, probably because of his face.If he is in Nanyue Temple, people who have seen his face will inevitably have distracting thoughts.

Compassionately asked the original owner to go down the mountain to experience, so as to put an end to his idea of ​​ruining the reputation of Nanyue Temple.

It's not that she doesn't respect Compassion, it's that she has experienced it more and will naturally see some things more clearly.

Being a monk has its advantages. At least in this life, Xiang Wan can live in peace.

When we got down the mountain, it was noon and the sun was shining brightly.Xiang Wan followed a river and came to the man's only way.

Slight waves, gentle breeze, quiet and pleasant.Xiang Wan raised his hand, picked up a few stones from the side of the road, held them in his palm, and stood quietly by the water, staring at the river under his feet.

After a while, a shadow slowly swam over, Xiang Wan's fingertips moved slightly, and all three stones were thrown into the water.After a while, I saw a big herring about one foot long floating on the water with its white belly turned over.

"Amitabha, good is good!"

Xiang Wan picked up branches, scaled and disemboweled the big herring, lit a fire and roasted it.

When you go out, you can not bring any seasonings, but salt is essential.Sprinkle salt while turning over and roasting. After a while, it will be golden on both sides, and there will be bursts of fragrance.

"Benefactor, if you don't come, the fish will be burnt."

Xiang Wan didn't turn his head, his eyes and hands were on the fish, as if he was talking to the air.

The breeze blew, and no one answered.

Xiang Wan was not in a hurry, and continued to grill her fish. When both sides were golden, she held up a branch, blew on it, and took a bite.

With a sound of Gada, the imaginary fish did not enter his mouth, but an extra figure appeared in front of his eyes.

"Hmph, the monk kills and eats meat, but the Buddha will spare you!"

Looking up, black-clothed, black-haired, evil eyes were looking at Xiang Wan with interest, and most of the fish in his hand had been bitten off by him.

Coming uninvited has always been this person's usual tactic.

"The poor monk helped it reach the ultimate bliss early, and the merits are immeasurable." Xiang Wan folded his hands together and said indifferently, "It's a benefactor, so aren't you afraid that the poor monk will poison you?"

"Hahahaha, you little monk, you are really interesting." The visitor gnawed the fish clean in two or three bites, threw the branch away, and said disdainfully, "Killing the fish and roasting the fish, and now talking about poisoning the fish is quite to my liking. How about , join my Tianmen sect and let you be a guard, how about it?"

He really did whatever he wanted. For a person whom he met for the first time, he dared to go to the Tianmen sect.

"Master Water, can this poor monk see your fortune?"

Xiang Wan stood up and faced Shui Yuntian.

This person was the catastrophe ordained by the original owner, and he was also the chief culprit who made him extremely unwilling to die in vain.

Shui Yuntian founded the Tianmen Sect when he was only a teenager.Because of his unfathomable inner strength and martial arts, as well as his ruthlessness towards those who disobeyed, many people who had to submit became his subordinates.Because this person acts too casually, he will do everything possible to get the Tianmen Sect to whomever he likes, causing the Tianmen Sect to become unstable. Even if he uses poison to control it, he cannot prevent everyone from trying to overthrow him. .

Originally, he wouldn't have seen Xiang Wan so soon, because in the previous life, the original host saved his life by a coincidence, which was calculated by the disciples of the Tianmen Sect, and has been entangled with the original host ever since.

Shui Yuntian had many enemies, and the original owner who was entangled by him naturally also experienced many dangers.

The original owner lost his temper after being teased by him, but she, Xiang Wan, was not made of mud.

In terms of stature, Shui Yuntian was half a head taller than Xiang Wan, at 1.9 meters tall.In terms of appearance, Shui Yuntian and the original owner are not the same type, but they are both very attractive.His casualness can be seen from his loose hairstyle and casual attire.Such a person is moody, has a changeable personality, and his strength cannot be underestimated.

According to the setting of the plot, Xiang Wan couldn't avoid him.Since they had to meet each other sooner or later, Xiang Wan chose not to delay.Earlier, perhaps more things can be changed.

"Heh, I can't tell, you little monk, you can still see your luck?"

Shui Yuntian was surprised, but his disbelief showed on his face.He never believed in fate, nor did he accept fate.If not, he would have died in the hands of those people long ago.

"I see the benefactor, with evil spirits between his brows, fearing bloody disasters in the near future. However, his forehead is plump, his peaks turn around, and he looks like a nobleman helping him."

Xiang Wan took the opportunity to take a closer look at Shui Yuntian's appearance. His eyebrows were slender, his nose bridge was straight, his lips were as thin as paper, and his cheeks were slightly thin. At first glance, he looked like a heartless person, but his eyes were slightly raised, with a peach blossom appearance.Such a person, if he is ruthless, he will become romantic, and if he is affectionate, he will die until death. It is really not an easy role to deal with.

Ferrying him is like ascending to the sky, the system really dug a deep hole for her!
"Monk," Shui Yuntian squinted his eyes, stretched out his hand to pinch Xiang Wan's cheek, with a fierce look in his eyes, "You provoked me! Do you know what will happen to those who provoked me?"

Xiang Wan was neither humble nor arrogant, her eyes were calm, "My fate is up to me, not to God, and not to you!"

With a slight movement of the fingertips, the stone was thrown, fixing Shui Yuntian in place.

Breaking free from his grasp, Xiang Wan took out a bundle of hemp rope from his bag.

"The poor monk has already told you that there is a bloody disaster recently. Since I met me today, it is fate, so why not let me help you through this calamity. Oh, I forgot to tell you, the poor monk is your nobleman."

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