Resurgence of Terror: Three Burials of Poor Monks, Funeral Burials

Resurgence of Terror: Three Burials of the Poor Monk, the Burial of the Funeral Author: Love Apple Pie

[Terror recovery + invincibility + system + funny]

[This book is completely fictional and does not involve the slightest reality]

Once through the world of horror and recovery, awaken the system of Purdue sentient beings.

It's just that this way of scaling seems to be...

Namo Gatling Bodhisattva, six pure depleted uranium bombs, [-] rotations per breath, saves the world with great mercy!

With tattoos on Dawei Tianlong's body, clothing-exploding lunatics can abuse gods.

The hundred-meter Jie knife is carried on the shoulder, and the souls of the dead under the knife are boundless.

Sorry, the Buddha he cultivated is really different from yours.

The poor monk was buried three times, buried in the sky!Burial ground!Bury all beings!

Chapter 1 Apprentice, You Are Not Human

In the dark deep mountains and old forests, there stands a small temple.

In the quiet night, only the faint candlelight flickered in the temple.

Around the temple, there is an endless sea of ​​forests, with no trace of human habitation in sight.

"Through..."

Tang Sanzun looked out the window, in the endless darkness, trying to recall what happened in the last moment.

The headache was splitting, and the memories of the past could not be recalled clearly.

But...he finally came to the conclusion of his time travel.

Quickly put one hand into the waistband of his trousers.

"Well, it's a good thing you have a handle!"

Immediately he let out a long breath of relief.

Under the headache, Tang Sanzan subconsciously touched his head again.

no hair!

He suddenly had some unpleasant premonitions in his heart: No way!Could it be that after this time travelling, he became extremely smart? !

With such panic, under the candlelight, Tang Sanzan hurried to a small bronze mirror.

It wasn't until he saw how he was dressed that he suddenly reacted!

"Little novice monk? Have I become a monk?"

Tang Sanzan was startled at first, then his face suddenly collapsed, his dark eyes were full of grief and indignation!

I'm such a handsome young talent of the Tang family, I didn't even get married in my previous life!

Time travel is fine, why the hell did you give us a monk status?

"No! How can this be done? I will find the abbot of this temple tomorrow. I want to return to vulgarity!"

Tang Sanzan quickly made a decision in his mind, just kidding... Being a monk or something doesn't exist.

I shoulder the heavy responsibility of human reproduction, and I want to contribute to the human population.

Even after time travel, I will never give up on this lofty idea!

But the next moment.

The severe pain as if his head had exploded caused Tang Sanzan to fall pale on the bed in an instant, falling into a coma.

Before he fell into a coma, he vaguely seemed to hear some strange words such as "Pursuing all sentient beings system" and "Natural Buddha son".

Candles go out.

Outside the house, an elderly monk dressed in cassocks as bright as blood-stained red.

Taking a deep look at Tang Sanzan in the room, his cloudy eyes were full of complexities.

A breeze blows.

The figure of the monk disappeared, or maybe... he never appeared.

"Oh, oh, oh!!"

The crowing of the big rooster seems to separate Yin and Yang.

The light of the morning sun shines on the endless forest, and everything seems to be full of life with the arrival of dawn!

Tang Sanzan woke up in a daze, his complexion still pale.

In my mind, there are more memories about this world.

but.

Before Tang Sanzan could think about it, there was a knock on the door.

"Sanbu, are you awake? I have prepared breakfast for my master. After eating, come to the meditation room and explain something to my master."

A friendly voice came from outside the house, and then there was no more words.

A hunched and kind figure instantly appeared before Tang Sanzan's eyes.

Master Sisheng, also known as the master, and himself is an old monk who lives with each other in this ruined temple.

Even though his head was still a mess, Tang Sanzan didn't care too much, after tidying up his clothes casually.

Tang Sanzan came under the locust tree outside the house.

There is a stone table and two stone benches under the tree. A bowl of porridge and some pickles are neatly placed on the table.

Tang Sanzan walked to the table and sat on the stone bench.

"Amitabha!"

Subconsciously clasping his hands together, he said a Buddhist mantra.

Only then did he come to his senses, in the extra memory in his mind, he had done this before.

"Forget it, anyway, I'm going to have a showdown with the master right now, so let's treat it as a young monk before returning to vulgarity, and fulfill my last obligation."

After Tang Sanzan muttered silently, he began to eat.

It's strange, it's just porridge with pickles, but it tastes extra sweet and delicious.

Before he knew it, the bowl was empty, and even the pickles in the small dish had been eaten up by Tang Sanzhun.

"call……"

After filling his stomach, Tang Sanzan let out a long breath, and stood up with complicated eyes.

It's time for a showdown with the old monk.

Just thinking of the lonely old monk who worked tirelessly to raise himself.

Tang Sanzan felt a little unbearable, after all, he was supposed to be the other party's successor.

Inherit this small ruined temple, and in this endless forest, chant scriptures and worship Buddha.

but.

Thinking of Buddha, Tang Sanzan hated it from the bottom of his heart: "It's just a group of high-ranking, contemptuous and hypocritical guys."

After muttering to himself, Tang Sanzan silently walked towards the meditation room.

There were still some mixed memories in his mind, which made his thoughts slow down, and he hit the wooden door with a "bang" unknowingly.

Behind the wooden door, it was not locked.

Being bumped by Tang Sanzan, it opened directly.

The meditation room is not big, only about a dozen square meters, and there are no decorations in it.

Two futons, two wooden fish.

And a huge Buddha statue enshrined in the center of the meditation room.

and many more!

Buddha statue? !

Tang Sanzan, who was covering his forehead, looked at the weird and weird Buddha statues in front of him.

His eyes became dull.

If I remember correctly, the Buddha statue should not be golden, have a compassionate face, and have a wide body and fat body.

Either it is the angry-eyed King Kong, mighty and domineering; or the appearance of saving all living beings and so on.

Although Tang Sanzan looked down on those things of Buddhism in his heart.

However, I have to admit that Fomen is indeed very skilled in facade decoration.

Otherwise, Buddhism will not become the most prosperous existence in the world.

only.

In Tang Sanzan's memory, he knew a little about Buddhism, and he had seen a lot of faces of Buddha statues.

but!

In his memory, there are thousands of Buddha statues.

But only... there is no face of this extremely strange and grotesque Buddha statue in the meditation room in front of him!

Even in the memory that merged with this world in my mind, it was just chanting scriptures and worshiping Buddha every day.

But for some reason, it seems that I have never seen the real face of the Buddha statue that I worshiped!

A gust of wind blows.

Tang Sanzan looked at the Buddha statue in the meditation room and the old monk sitting cross-legged on the futon.

The blood-red cassock is so dazzling.

Tang Sanzan only felt a chill down his spine!

Suddenly, he remembered with horror that the temple he was in was actually built in the middle of a desolate mountain and old forest.

Surrounded by thousands of miles of forests, let alone human figures, you can't find even the slightest bit of fireworks in a radius of ten miles!

Except for the big rooster raised in the backyard of the temple, Tang Sanzan realized that he didn't seem to have seen any other living creatures? !

The intermittent and mixed memories in my mind are pitifully monotonous.

There is only one monk, one temple, and one rooster.

For the rest, there is only a monotonous life of chanting scriptures and worshiping Buddha.

Even Tang Sanzan couldn't remember exactly what scriptures he was reciting and what Buddha he was paying respects to!

Are those strange scriptures really Buddhist scriptures?

"Ahem..." In the meditation room, the old monk's cough pulled Tang Sanzan out of his panic.

The kindly face was still so familiar, not at all strange.

"That's right, if the master is that, why keep me until now? If you want to kill me, you should have killed me long ago, right?"

Tang Sanzan thought silently in his heart, even though his head was full of questions.

But resisting countless confusions, he bowed to the old monk, and then sat cross-legged on the futon next to the old monk.

Then, Tang Sanzan looked at the old monk silently without saying a word.

After a while, sitting on the futon, he only felt his mood gradually become peaceful.

It was as if he was influenced by the old monk's mentality of letting the flood torrent and I stand still, which made him relax and calm down.

And, for some reason.

Tang Sanzan always felt that the old monk in front of him might solve his doubts soon.

"Ten years, ten years have passed since I picked you up."