The spare tire is broken [Quick Transmigration]

At this time, there was only the sound of the carriage, and the two had gradually moved away from Annan City.

The system was also stunned, and asked for a moment: "Could it be fictional? Isn't the storybook all written in nonsense?"

Cheng Muyun didn't answer, and rummaged through the pile of books for a while, and found this book, with a few words written on the cover: Qingzhou Peach Blossom Anecdote.

He flipped through it at random.

"..." Sure enough, it was not made up.

Cheng Muyun decisively opened the curtain and said, "Go back, go back to Annan City."

Jiming reined in his horse and asked, "What's wrong?"

"If you don't want the story about our bed last night to be sung in the streets and alleys, go back immediately." After Cheng Muyun finished speaking, he handed the script to Jiming.

The story in the storybook clearly took place in Cheng Muyun's peach blossom forest.The story of the ghost and the scholar is very charmingly written. Although most of them are fictional, the description of the characters is undoubtedly a certain scholar Cheng Muyun once seduced.

It seems that this Huangjia Bookstore is mostly based on various rumors, not completely fictional.

Ji Ming flipped over casually, his face was a little stiff, and then he decisively turned around and went back to the way he came from.

***

afternoon.

In the Tingyu Pavilion of the Huang family's house, there are dark clouds outside the window, and the light inside the building is even more dim.

Tingyu Pavilion has three floors, and the first and second floors are where Ms. Huang lives.The third floor is a separate study room, the whole room is full, except for a desk and a chair, there are bookshelves.

There are too many books, and even a few are scattered on the ground.

Ms. Huang was sitting at the desk, writing furiously.She frowned slightly, wrote a few strokes and then crumpled the paper up and threw it on the ground irritably.

"Why did you go so fast? Alas, I haven't collected enough materials." Miss Huang was very distressed, and raised her hand to grab a bun, not minding that a strand of hair was caught out of the beautiful bun.

"Well, that young man in white is also pretty, if only he could stay for two more days."

At this moment, a faint voice came from above her head, like a sigh.

"Miss Huang."

She looked up and saw Cheng Muyun sitting on the beam, her eyes widened slightly, and she was about to scream.

This situation and this scene suddenly appeared on the beams of the house, without a sound, there could be no other things except ghosts.

Cheng Muyun fell lightly and said, "Don't call me, or I'll eat you."

No, Miss Huang calmed down, tilted her head and said, "You're not that kind of person, no, ghost, I've seen quite a few ghosts, man-eating ghosts are different from you."

Cheng Muyun leaned on the desk, thinking that Miss Huang was quite interesting, "Do you see a lot of ghosts?"

Ms. Huang nodded, "Well, for the purpose of collecting materials, how can I write a storybook without collecting materials?"

"..." Cheng Muyun was silent for a moment, and asked, "You are talking to me so calmly at this moment, you are probably collecting materials."

He could see that although Miss Huang's face was calm, her skirt was trembling slightly, "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you, just ask a few questions."

Cheng Muyun pointed to the few books that were still scattered on the table, and said, "You have already written me in the story book, so you should be paid some money."

Those scripts are exactly the "Peach Blossom Anecdote" series.

Ms. Huang's eyes widened slightly, and she said, "Ah, you are that gorgeous ghost from Qingzhou Peach Blossom Forest! I went there last year to look for you, but I couldn't even see Peach Blossom Forest."

Cheng Muyun glanced at her and said, "You're not my preferred type, so you can't enter the Peach Blossom Forest."

Miss Huang didn't mind at all, she got up and said, "What do you want to ask? Let's chat while drinking tea."

Next to the study is a small tea room.

Ms. Huang lit the incense, made tea, sat upright, and asked, "Your surname, sir?"

Cheng Muyun: "Cheng."

Ms. Huang was slightly taken aback, she seemed a little surprised, but quickly adjusted her expression, and asked: "Mr. Cheng, what do you want to ask, I know everything you want to ask. After all, I wrote it without your permission. Ben, I'm sorry for you."

Cheng Muyun didn't care about the story, but she wasn't afraid that Ms. Huang would lie to others. How could a ghost who is proficient in illusion and charm be afraid that ordinary people would not tell the truth.

He took out a book from his lapel, put it on the table and pushed it away, "I'm here this time, and I want to ask who wrote this book."

This book is quite old, so it must not be written by the twenty-nine-year-old Ms. Huang.

Ms. Huang glanced at it, and replied calmly: "Ah, this book was written by my grandmother, and she is no longer alive now."

Cheng Muyun: "Are the stories in this book fictional or what?"

"I don't know too well, but the scripts published by our Huangjia Bookstore are all based on certain true rumors." Ms. Huang flipped through the scripts, "The details may be fictitious, but the Taoist leader and the fox demon , should be true."

Things were exactly as Cheng Muyun expected, he wanted to say goodbye, but remembered something.

Now that you're here, let's ask another question, "Miss Huang, I still have something to ask."

"Well, just ask."

"Before, you promised to build one more tower, what happened?"

Miss Huang looked at him for a moment, then suddenly sighed and said, "If you tell this, you might get hurt, do you really want to know?"

Cheng Muyun could hear three points of pity and seven points of sympathy from her tone, which was even more inexplicable, "Please tell me."

Miss Huang said: "Master Ji Ming never accepts money or gifts for eliminating demons. He only asks others to build a stupa, no matter how big or small, a stupa will do."

Cheng Muyun couldn't understand more and more, the pagoda was for accumulating merit, Jiming didn't seem to care too much about accidents, why was he so obsessed with building the pagoda.

"Why do you say that building a pagoda makes me unhappy?"

Ms. Huang sighed slightly, and said: "Actually, I have been very curious about the rumored Master Ji Ming for a long time. I went to collect materials two months ago, and I was caught by the snake demon, and happened to be rescued by Master Ji Ming and sent home. .”

She took a sip of tea, with a dejected look on her face, "I thought this was a great opportunity to collect materials, but during the five-day journey, he ignored me at all, and didn't say a single extra word to me. Very much."

"No way, I could only sneak in while the pagoda promised by my father was half built, and then, I saw that there was only one jade tablet enshrined in the pagoda, with three words engraved on it." , looks like a name."

When Ms. Huang said this, she became more and more excited, "After that, I went to some nearby villages and towns, and asked the craftsmen who built the pagodas in those places where Master Jiming asked to build pagodas, and they all had this name in them. "

Cheng Muyun: "What's the name?"

Ms. Huang dipped her tea and wrote three words on the table.

One stroke at a time.

It was "Cheng Muyun".

"..." Cheng Muyun's fingers trembled slightly, and he lowered his hands, hiding them in his sleeves.

Ms. Huang has a strong desire to confide, but she didn't find anything wrong with Cheng Muyun, and continued: "I guess, there must be a touching love story in it. For the past 50 years, Master Ji Ming has been doing it for this girl named 'Cheng Muyun. 'The person who builds the pagoda collects merits, only for that person to have a better next life."

"Woo." She picked up the veil and pressed it at the corner of her eye, "I'm so touched, so, this Mr. Cheng, you must not be sincere to Master Ji Ming. You are a ghost, you have no heart." the best."

Cheng Muyun was stunned when he heard this, and asked, "Then why did you want to keep Master Jiming behind?"

Ms. Huang said: "Isn't it to break his defenses and become his most trusted person, so that we can know this earth-moving love story."

Cheng Muyun: "..." Okay, it seems that he was affected by jealousy, and his IQ is not very good.She actually misunderstood this Miss Huang who only had a storybook in her heart.

He got up, saluted, and said: "Thank you for your frankness, I will take my leave."

Miss Huang stood up, and asked eagerly, "Can I write a story about what happened a few days ago?"

Cheng Muyun glanced at her and smiled, "Anything you want."

***

Cheng Muyun left from Huangfu and walked out along the Qingshiban Road.When he squinted his eyes and looked up to see the top of his head, he was still in a daze.

Dark clouds overwhelmed the city, and some rain was already wrapped in the wind, rushing towards us impatiently.

It's raining.

Cheng Muyun sighed, and said, "System, do you know why Ji Changhuai became a monk?"

System: "Huh? You're so smart that you don't even know it. How could I know it?"

"Taoism cultivates this life, and Buddhism cultivates the afterlife."

"Afterlife?"

"Humans and devils always end up in ashes and smoke, and there is no afterlife." He felt a little complicated, "Ji Changhuai cultivated my afterlife."

"Ji Changhuai has been a monk for 50 years and has no long-term possessions. Everywhere he goes, he kills demons and subdues ghosts. Saving everyone in sight is accumulating merit for me. Reincarnation."

System: "Woo..."

Cheng Muyun ignored the sobbing system, and asked again: "Do you know why I became a ghost? I couldn't figure it out before, but I understood what Ms. Huang said just now. Ji Changhuai's meritorious deeds for me are close to consummation , At this moment, I came back, my soul was too strong and impure, so I couldn't be reincarnated, so I became a ghost in the place of death."

It took a long time for the system to ask, "Why didn't he say anything? Why didn't he say anything after doing so much?"

Cheng Muyun smiled, "To be reincarnated, it is best not to bring the memories of the past with you. If you have memories, you will have obsessions. He spent 50 years cultivating the afterlife for me. How could he be trapped by memories and obsessions at this moment? I won't let me reincarnate. Besides, he probably doesn't want to repay his kindness..."

Before he finished speaking, Cheng Muyun stopped, and Zhong stared into the distance.

In the distance, in the drizzle, gray-clothed monks came along the bluestone road.He held the umbrella with his right hand, his eyes were calm, and when he stopped, he tilted the umbrella slightly to cover Cheng Muyun's head.

Cheng Muyun raised her head and met Jiming's eyes.

Suddenly, he remembered how he looked at Ji Changhuai, who was dressed in green, walking towards him in the blood stains many years ago.

With the patter of rain, the two walked forward in silence. The sewage splashed on the gray monk robe, but penetrated Cheng Muyun's white clothes.

The wind pierced Long Street, leaving behind a whimpering sound, just like the system at this time.The system whimpered in Cheng Muyun's mind, crying miserably.

Cheng Muyun listened patiently for a moment, then suddenly asked: "System, what is the progress bar of the repair now?"

When the system heard it, it cried even worse, "Whoa, I'm so touched, Ji Changhuai is so miserable, what about you? You only care about your progress bar!"

Cheng Muyun: "..., you are enough, don't forget that you are an AI, what are you here for?"

System: "Woo, it's still -30%, nothing happened."

Cheng Muyun sighed, "Sure enough, it's about the same as I thought."

The system asked: "Why, how?"

"It's an endless cycle. I'm standing here, based on the fact that Ji Ming is a monk, and he exists because he accumulated merits for me to build a pagoda. This is a cause and effect. Once he returns to the vulgar, the cause is gone, and my effect is gone. gone."

System: "Ah? If you're gone, wouldn't the world line collapse? It's completely collapsed, and you can't get in."

Cheng Muyun said seriously: "It's like this. This is an endless loop. If Ji Ming doesn't return to vulgarity, the progress bar will not open. If he returns to vulgarity, I will be gone."

The system panicked and even forgot to cry, "Then what should I do?"

Cheng Muyun: "There is another way. I let Ji Ming transcend me and go to reincarnation. Just cut off the cause and effect."

The system nodded again and again, "It's a good way. Yes, yes, this is fine."

Stupid and extremely easy to deceive, but it makes people feel a lot more happy.

Cheng Muyun's tone became a little more relaxed, "You are what you say, have you thought about it? I am now the only concern of Jiming in the world. If I am reincarnated, Jiming will be completely fulfilled. But my wish, maybe I will become a Buddha immediately and completely." Cut off the world of mortals. And fix the progress bar of the fart."

System: "..." It's better to shut up and be amazed.

Cheng Muyun sighed, "It seems that we can only start with the other protagonist, Tang Xi... As expected of a world with an 85% success rate in crossing the catastrophe, it's just complicated."

"Will he prevent you from going to the Lushan School?"

Cheng Muyun didn't answer, but he knew Jiming wouldn't.Ji Ming's purpose is very simple. From the beginning to the end, there is only one purpose, and that is to send Cheng Muyun into reincarnation.

The way of ghosts is not the right way. No matter how powerful the ghost king is, he will eventually disappear under the thunder of heaven. The faster the ghost grows, the easier it is to be discovered by the way of heaven, so Jiming prevents Cheng Muyun from practicing.

If you have obsessions in your heart, you cannot enter reincarnation, so Cheng Muyun is going to the Lushan School, and Jiming never stops him.See it, put it down, and then you can enter reincarnation.

Ji Ming didn't ask the reason and didn't explain what he did. Talking too much and thinking too much will only make his obsession worse.

He stopped.

Ji Ming also stopped.

Cheng Muyun said: "Let's go, let's go to Lushan School."

Jiming didn't ask much, he didn't ask Cheng Muyun what he had talked with Miss Huang before, and he didn't ask why he insisted on going to the Lushan School.

As always, only one word was returned.

"it is good."