Can pigs become immortals?

Gathering the energy in my heart, I roared in horror, and the stone layer that wrapped me was instantly wiped out. Everyone in the courtyard was shaken and couldn't stand still. Uh... by hand?

In the confusion, I grinned and smiled brightly at the monk.

It may be that the way I appeared was too shocking, and the monk's usually calm face unexpectedly showed a frightened expression for a moment.

I smiled disdainfully in my heart, oh, mortal!

Just when I was about to show off my skills, I suddenly heard a series of banging on the door.

When I looked back, there were twenty or so members of the caravan, armed with weapons, and rushed out of the door. The consul, with his arms akimbo, pointed at the bandits in the courtyard and yelled, "You grandsons! I have seen you for a long time!" There is a problem, and I have been sneaking with grandpa for several days, and the world of being your grandpa is in vain! I am waiting for you!"

The consul yelled: "Brothers, let me go! Whoever Tamade is not wearing a red turban, I will kill him! Kill him!"

"cut!"

"cut!"

"cut!"

As a result, the heroes of the caravan went off together, and the two sides fought together, screaming and killing, but it was completely impossible to tell who was the bandit and who was the good citizen.

Because of the joining of me and the monk, the scene soon became one-sided.

Less than half a stick of incense, the bandits all lay down on the ground, wailing endlessly.

The consul asked some of the men to get ropes to tie up the bandits, and then led a few people towards the monk.

I was standing next to the monk, and when the consul approached, he suddenly raised his head to meet me, and then took several steps back in shock.

The consul's voice trembled, "Master, this... this brother... why does he look so, so weird?!"

The guy behind him also turned pale, and said tremblingly, "Monster, is this person... a monster?!"

I know that I have transformed into a human body, but they are like this when they see me, could it be that my body is ugly, they are not shocked when they see the scarred face servant, I am even uglier than this guy ? !I am very unwilling!

"You two benefactors, don't panic," the monk came out to smooth things over.

Still, the monk is so courageous, he didn't scare me to death when he saw me just now.

The monk said: "The stone benefactor has stayed at this temple a few days ago, but he doesn't like to go out on weekdays. The stone benefactor likes to collect some fierce beast masks and wears them all the time on weekdays. The poor monk has been scared a few times."

Then the monk turned his head to look at me, and pretended to exhort: "Benefactor Shi, don't wear a mask at night again, it's easy to scare other guests."

What can I say, I can only nod my head in humiliation, then turn around and go back to the Buddhist hall.

Behind him, the man cursed softly, "I'm scared to death, there's something wrong with this guy!"

I was sitting on the futon, depressed by myself, there was nothing around to look like, so I could only touch my face with my hands.

Why is it ugly, the skin is smooth and firm, two eyes, one nose, one mouth and two big fangs, this is not human... Wait, big fangs!

I felt my two large overturned tusks protruding from my mouth, reaching high on the tip of my nose.

Well, I figured out why the monk said it was a beast!

I covered my face with both hands, mobilized my mana, and when I put it down again, the fangs had disappeared.

At this moment, the monk just came in, so I quickly turned around, pointed to my face, and said, "Monk, how do you feel now? Are you handsome?!"

The monk looked at me and said with a smile, "Handsome, it's just a pity..."

"What a pity?"

"It's a pity that it is not as majestic as before."

Yes, I interpret it as jealousy.

twelve

So, that night, I bared my two big fangs and completed my first real meeting with the monk.

The monk smiled and asked me: "Do you want to continue to sleep in the Buddhist hall, or do you need a guest room prepared by the poor monk?"

I knew it, he had already seen that I was not a rock, this time I couldn't hold back my appearance, I was a little annoyed, so I said rather stiffly: "I can sleep wherever I like, you care! "

The monk didn't know me, so he stuffed the black iron and gold stick under the Buddha table, and sat down cross-legged on the futon next to me.

He said: "The donor is light, the poor monk is a little tired, and wants to rest here for a while."

In fact, I still have some things I want to ask him, but since he has said so, I don't have to ask again.

However, the words were in my stomach, scratching my heart and lungs, and I couldn't vomit quickly.

I pretended to place the futon and said, "Then tonight, I will also rest here."

The monk ignored me, I still wanted to harass him, I brewed up the opening topic, and then I asked him: "What about those people outside?"

The monk still ignored me.

I was a little depressed, so I made a suggestion, "Shall I eat them for you? This will save trouble."

The monk finally spoke: "Send off the official tomorrow."

"Oh."

After a while.

I asked him again: "How do you see that I am not a rock?"

The monk ignored me again.

I said again that I was going out to eat people, but he ignored me.

snort!

I yawned.

The days ahead are long, sleep first, and ask questions tomorrow.

Early the next morning, it was just dawn.

The people in the caravan began to pack their things and prepare to go on the road.

I was bored sitting on the threshold in front of the Buddhist hall, I was a little troubled, in fact, I really wanted to stay here, but I didn’t know how to say it, I plucked my hair, damn it, why can’t I think of a reason to stay in a fair manner La!

The monk was talking to the consul, and the consul said that he had just sent a man to report to the yamen here.

The monk walked towards me after chatting.

He asked me: "What is the plan of the benefactor in the future?"

What should I say, I have plans, I want to stay, but I don't want to beg you, can you beg me to stay?

"... "

It may be that my silence has expressed my unintended situation.

The monk spoke again: "If the benefactor has no other plans, the poor monk would like to ask the benefactor to stay in the temple. Sometimes there are many affairs in the temple, and the poor monk is too busy alone. I wonder if the benefactor is willing?"

Of course I would, very much!

I controlled the ecstasy in my heart and said: "Since you are too busy, it is okay for me to stay and help you."

I went ahead and said, "But you have to tell me how you saw me coming!"

The monk smiled and said, "Okay."

I looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to speak.

However, he just looked at me with a smile.

"You said it!" I urged him.

"Let's talk about it later, now ask the benefactor to accompany the poor monk to the kitchen to prepare breakfast."

kidding me!Get ready to fart, don't go!

kitchen.

The porridge was boiling in the cauldron when the officers and soldiers arrived.

The monk went out to help, and before he left, he told me: "There are no more pickles. I will make sweet porridge today, and I will add some sugar to the porridge later."

I chuckled, and as soon as the monk left, I grabbed two handfuls of salt and sprinkled it directly into the pot.When it came out of the pot, I still felt that it was not enough, so I sprinkled it again.

The dinner table.

The consul carried the kettle to add water to the bowl, took two mouthfuls of porridge, and then picked up the pot to add water. Just as he was about to add water for the third time, the clerk next to him pulled his face and said to him: "Boss, don't add more, drink water." More urine on the road."

The consul wiped his face, and looked at the opposite face not only did not admit his mistake, but also I who was confident, raised my heart, picked up the bowl, closed my eyes, and drank the gruel in the bowl in one gulp.

When he put down the bowl, his face had turned pale green.

Hmph, let you call me ugly last night!

The bandits were taken away by the officers and soldiers, the caravan also set off on the road, and the original silence in the temple was restored.

The monk sat on a low stool and washed the dishes.

I squatted by and watched him wash the dishes.

"Don't do that again," he said.

"You tell me how you saw it, and I won't do it."

The monk was silent for a while, and said: "Now is not the time to talk about it. I will tell the benefactor later when the poor monk understands it."

Play tricks!I don't think so.

After washing the dishes, the monk re-boiled a pot of very thin porridge, and then mixed in the leftover porridge from the morning.

The monk said that food is hard-won and should not be wasted, so he took the porridge bucket and took me down the mountain.

I feel a little ashamed of my wasteful behavior. After all, life is not easy. When I was a weak pig, I often endured hunger and hunger. I suddenly became more powerful, but I kind of forgot the hardships of the past.

Because I was doing deep self-reflection while recalling the hard times in the past, and at the same time thought that I could correct my mistakes, and I was very satisfied with myself, so I followed the monk obediently all the way and expressed my regret to him At the same time, he offered to help him carry a bucket of porridge.

The monk was very relieved to carry both buckets of porridge for me.

He said to me: "Please benefactor, wait for the poor monk at the entrance of the town. It is inconvenient for the poor monk to find someone with a bucket."

So the monk left. Before he left, I didn't ask him, where is the town?

I am a wild boar. I didn’t want to go down the mountain to seek death before I became a spirit. After I became a spirit, the monk was the first person I met. I didn’t even know there was a town at the foot of the mountain, and how could I know where the entrance of the town was!

I closed my eyes, let go of my spiritual sense, and looked for a place with a lot of people.

After I found it, I saw no one around, and there was a wind blowing under my feet, and it came quickly.

There is a century-old banyan tree at the entrance of the town, and many mules and carriages carrying passengers are parked here waiting for passengers.

The coachmen squatted in the shade of the trees to watch some children play around the salesman carrying the load.

I also put down the porridge under the shade of the tree and waited for the monk to come.

I sent my spiritual consciousness to take a look in the town.

I have slept on the cliff for hundreds of years. Before that, although I had never been down the mountain, I had heard from the weasel who loved to go down the mountain to eat chickens. There were few and poor people down the mountain, and there were not even a few chickens.

Looking at it now, restaurants, shops, small stalls, elegant gardens and mansions, and cars and horses flow like a bustling scene.

I was lamenting the changes of the years, but suddenly I heard the cry of a child.

I followed the sound.

It was a five or six-year-old girl who was sitting on the ground crying, holding a broken windmill in her hand.

I rarely see human cubs, even though she wrinkled her nose and lost her eyes from crying, she still thinks it is very cute.

So, I couldn't help but squatted down and asked her, "little girl, why are you crying?"

She held up the windmill, sobbing and saying, "I fell down...pressed...broken...wow..."

I was very distressed when she cried. When I saw several windmills stuck in the peddler's load over there, I comforted her and said, "Then buy a new one."

With tears in her eyes, the little girl said pitifully, "But, I don't have any money..."

money?

I have no money either!

I saw a driver under the tree counting the copper coins he earned today, so I followed the example and turned a small stone into a copper coin.

I showed the money to the little girl and asked her, "Is this enough to buy a new one?"

"Well! Enough!"

So, I took her little hand and went to the shopkeeper.

The little girl picked a red windmill and happily played in circles beside me.

I also became happy in my heart.

I handed the money to the peddler.

When the salesman was about to take it, two hands suddenly grabbed my wrist, one on the left and the other on the right.

I looked to the right, and it was a monk. He looked at me and said, "Donor, where did you get the money?"

I looked to the left, but it was a man I didn't know.

He stared into my eyes, and slowly uttered a word: "Demon."

Animal nature tells me that this man is dangerous.

Before I could move, the monk pulled me back and stood between me and the man.

The man's face was as sharp as a knife, and his expression was solemn.

Because we didn't know what the man wanted, the monk and I looked at him warily.

The salesman saw that something was wrong, so he hurriedly carried his burden and walked away.

The little girl was not in the mood to play with the windmill anymore, so she just stood aside and looked at us blankly.

But the man's eyes wandered between me and the monk for a moment, but he turned and left without saying anything.

I watched the back of the man getting more and more blurred, until he suddenly disappeared into the crowd, and my tense body slowly relaxed, only then did I realize that I was covered in cold sweat.

Although the man left suddenly, I still have a feeling of heart palpitations for the rest of my life.

Why do men suddenly come and leave suddenly?

He can see my demon body, and he can also use the spell of Apparatus. He should not be a mortal, so who is he?

I was thinking about it.

The monk turned around, still not intending to let me go, he asked: "Benefactor, where did you get the money?"

My face became hot, and I spread out my hands to show him the stone that had changed back to its original shape due to fright and instability of mana.

The monk confiscated my stone and paid the bill.

The person the monk was looking for was a beggar in the town. He told a few beggars that he was going to give alms at the entrance of the town.

I looked at the human beings who were eating standing, sitting, or squatting, or who were blind or deaf, or who had broken arms and legs, and my heart was full of pity.

I sighed to the monk: "It depends on a strong body to hunt food in the mountains. If I were like them, how could I survive to this day!"

However, the monk ignored my sentimentality. He took out two copper coins, handed them to me, and said, "The benefactor works for the poor monk. This is the benefactor's wages."

I was surprised, still get paid?

This was an unexpected surprise.

I quickly took it over and asked happily, "Is there any more after that?"

The monk smiled kindly and said, "As long as you are here, there will always be."

Today is a bright spring day with just the right amount of sunshine.

I played with the two copper coins comfortably, looking at the sun through the money hole for a while, the sun was so dazzled that I couldn't open my eyes, and then I threw them up high and then caught them.

When I was having a great time, I suddenly saw a beggar with a broken leg sitting next to me eating porridge and looking at me like a fool.

I collected the coins uncomfortably, and then stayed away from him.

I heard that beggars in the world will steal money!

However, after I walked away, I heard the beggar whispering to other beggars: "This man looks decent, I'm afraid he is not a fool, he is happy like that on two pennies a month."

Another beggar also thought so, and said: "I can't see that the monk is also a black heart. He only gives people two pennies a month, and a fool can't bully him like this!"

I looked at the two copper coins in my hand and suddenly felt that they were not fragrant.

I went to the monk and asked him to give me a raise.

But the monk said: "Benefactor, do you know Zhaoming Temple?"

I shook my head.

"Zhaoming Temple is an official temple built by the imperial court. The household registration of the poor monk is in Zhaoming Temple. The imperial court distributes monthly money every month. Does the benefactor know what this means?"

I still shook my head.

"This means that as long as the court does not change and the poor monk does not die, he will always have money."

I was still puzzled and asked, "But what does this have to do with my salary increase?"

The monk smiled: "It has nothing to do with the wage increase, but it means that as long as you are willing to work for the poor monk, you will definitely get the wages."

The monk smiled more and more kindly, "Benefactor, you are not deeply in the world, you don't understand, no matter at what time, it doesn't matter how much money you have, the important thing is..."

"What is it?"

"It's a stable job!"

I suddenly realized.

The monk is indeed a black heart!