The Little Monk's Path to Physical Transcendence

Moonlight fell from the window, and the mouse's body lay stiff on the straw.

The little monk held the mouse's body in both hands, stopped when he walked out of Nangong Ling's prison, and asked without looking back: "You won't escape from prison, will you?"

Nangong Ling smiled wryly.

After this drastic change, his heart was ashamed, how could he have the idea of ​​escape from prison?

The little monk didn't wait for his answer, and walked out with the little mouse in his arms, and read a volume of "Ksitigarbha Sutra" for the creature that had saved Nangongling from disaster in the moonlight and firelight.

May the human body be cultivated in the next life, and there will be no more pain.

After reading the scriptures, the skinny little mouse was turned into ashes together with a ball of dry grass and a few pieces of firewood, and re-entered the cycle of reincarnation.

In the sporadic light of the fire, the little monk continued his practice.

Wuhua escapes, Nangong Ling refuses to speak in order to protect his elder brother, Ren Ci is still in a coma, and the huge beggar gang has no leader for a while.

Fortunately, because of Nangong Ling's incident, the Beggar Clan united even more with the same hatred, and there was no major matter to deal with for the time being.It's just that he suffered a big change after all, and he treated the young monk like a god, so he kept the young monk for a few more days.

The little monk also wanted to have a beginning and an end, at least he had to wait until Nangong Ling confessed, but the news in the capital was getting worse day by day, and the few people he cared about the most since he left the mountain were all involved in this turmoil, how could the little monk rest assured Can you?

There is no way to worry, the little monk knows that his ability is not in the game of brain power, what is valued most by him is force.It's useless for him to appear now, the capital city is like a deep pool, hiding all the waves under the calm water surface, even a young monk will be swallowed by such deep water.

Although the atmosphere in the capital was tense, that was just the atmosphere. There were only plausible rumors and no definite information at all.But here Nangong Ling's mouth is loose, it seems that just a little stimulation can harvest the truth.

After nearly ten days of busy work, the big fish has not been caught yet, even the young monk can't be reconciled.

Before the little monk was about to run out of patience, Nangong Ling finally let go.

He was originally one of the most famous heroes in the world, but he was only deceived by Wuhua's hypocrisy before, this layer of disguise has been torn by Wuhua himself, what else can make him keep silent?

——Of course, it may also be related to the recent whereabouts of Wuhua that they deliberately let Nangong Ling hear.

After escaping from the beggar gang, Wuhua not only did not disappear, but became more high-profile, and the reputation of "Wonderful Monk Wuhua" in the world became more and more resounding.

Relying on Nangong Ling's understanding of Wuhua, she naturally knew that Wuhua's intention to make such a publicity was nothing more than whitewashing the peace.

It is undoubtedly a very profitable business to exchange the death of his own brother for a bright future that is not suspected.And when the plan failed, it even became his instinct to pretend to be a saint as if nothing had happened.

"You're here." Nangong Ling sat cross-legged on the rotten straw, looking up at Shi Xin who came by the moonlight.

Looking at a little monk who was the complete opposite of his elder brother.

His elder brother is engraved with the words "extraordinary and free from vulgarity" from the top of his head to his toes, wishing he could pack himself into a contemporary living Buddha.He has to be elegant, merciful, and praised in everything, and he has indeed made Wu Hua in the eyes of the world into the seven wonderful monks.Shi Xin was completely different, except for his bald head and the Zen stick in his hand, there was nothing related to Buddha in his body.

But it is such a child who seems to have nothing to do with the Buddha, but he is the most compassionate in his heart; and Wu Hua, who is covered with splendid Buddha's light, has the most Buddha's mouth and snake heart.

The little monk naturally also saw Nangong Ling sitting cross-legged. Compared with before, Nangong Ling seemed to be much calmer, without the arrogance of the past.

"Do you have anything to say?" the little monk asked.

Nangong Ling said: "In the current situation, is it up to me to say it or not?"

Although he has decided to reform his mistakes, there is still a bit of resentment in his heart, and he has been forced to such a point where there is no way to retreat, so he can no longer hold back in words.

The little monk doesn't bother with him, as long as he can explain clearly, isn't it just a bad attitude, what's the big deal?

"Although you said that, at least you can choose how to say it!" The little monk enthusiastically introduced, "If you honestly say everything that needs to be said now, then you can be regarded as a crime and a meritorious service. If you insist on covering up for your brother , then it’s really up to you to say as much as you want.”

Nangong Ling boasted that she could see through the mortal world like calm water, but she couldn't help clenching her fists when she heard the little monk's last sentence "Oh".

If he hadn't been unable to beat him, he would have beaten the little boy up!

The little monk was keenly aware of Nangong Ling's mood swings, and reminded him again kindly: "You don't have any martial arts now, and your body is weak, so don't have violent mood swings, otherwise it will be easy..."

Before he finished speaking, Nangong Ling frowned, and a stream of blood overflowed from his lips instantly, but after a while, his chin was wet and dripped on the skirt of his clothes, as if it became the accompaniment of the little monk's speech.

"...He vomited blood." The little monk finished speaking blankly, seeing the gushing blood, he couldn't bear to look directly at it, and began to think about it like a conditioned reflex.

"Although you are a prisoner now, I didn't lynch you. I told you not to fluctuate your mood so much! You just got deprived of martial arts and don't take good care of yourself, you still need to fight!" The little monk looked full of hatred, She didn't know what kind of stimulation what she said would be a kind of stimulation to Nangong Ling.

Another gust of blood gushed from Nangong Ling's lips.

"Enough!" Nangong Ling casually rubbed his sleeves, completely ignoring the blood stains on his sleeves, all he wanted was to shut up this nasty little brat.

A brat with high martial arts skills should disappear from the world!Nangong Ling spoke violently in her heart.

"Don't you want to know about Wuhua? I'll tell you everything, from now on, shut up!" Nangong Ling was expressionless with half of her face covered in blood.

Before the little monk could reply, Nangong Ling couldn't wait to speak: "Wuhua and I are the sons of Shi Guanyin and Tianfeng Shishilang. Back then, Shi Guanyin returned to the Central Plains after studying art in Dongying, leaving our brother and father behind. Then our brothers also pursued to the Central Plains, but the Central Plains is so vast, where can we find people?"

The little monk took out a small book and wrote down all the key words in the book, so as not to lose anything.

Nangong Ling just turned a blind eye and continued to tell: "Father was disheartened and determined to make a name for himself in martial arts, so he went to challenge Master Tianfeng. After losing, he was seriously injured and had no choice but to entrust Wuhua to Master Tianfeng. I took me to wander around the rivers and lakes alone. Later, I met the leader of the gang, but the leader of the gang beat him to death regardless of his father’s serious injury! How could he be the heroic leader of the Ren gang when such a thing spread? So he had no choice but to adopt him. Put me down, the upbringing of me is all for showing people!"

The little monk's pen stopped.

"You probably don't want to listen to these old things." Nangong Ling was disheartened, "I know what you want to hear. Wuhua has attacked you many times, but I just don't feel that you have already overwhelmed him at a young age. Shi Guanyin is right. We don't have any mother-child relationship, and we just want to take the opportunity to control the Central Plains martial arts. If you want to know how much land her plan occupies, I will explain it to you in detail."

"It's not urgent." The little monk bit his pen and pondered, "It's just the story of Tianfeng Shishilang you just told, I seem to have another version here."

"Wuhua even wants to get rid of it with your own hands. Why do you think that what he told you...is true?"

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