Lin Jingyu, who was two years older than Zhang Xiaofan and had a good relationship with him, said,""Xiao Fan, ignore him. My dad said that monks like to talk nonsense the most. You'd better not provoke them, lest your family finds trouble with you.”
Zhang Xiaofan obediently replied with an " oh " and then ran to the side to play. When he left, he curiously looked back at the old monk, who gave him a gentle smile.
The old monk looked at Lin Jingyu and thought,""His talent is excellent, but why is his heart so unyielding and weak?”However, he still took a few more glances at Lin Jingyu.
The old monk did not stay any longer and walked straight to Zhang Xing. He said,""Little benefactor is polite. I felt that what little benefactor said just now made sense. May I ask who taught you? Is it your father?"
Zhang Xing couldn't figure out what the monk was doing, so he said,""This was just a random thing that the kid said. No one taught him.”
The old monk nodded and said with a surprised expression,""It's rare to have such insight at such a young age. Although people in this world can't transcend the Nirvana Realm and obtain eternal life, Buddha, Dao, and Devil all have their own special methods to prolong life.”
"We humans don't have a lifespan like demons. They all have an innate advantage. It's normal for them to live for a few hundred years. Little benefactor, are you interested in learning the supreme Buddhist Dharma to prolong your life? Moreover, if you have a body of Buddhism, you can rely on it to help the world in the future. With your temperament, you will definitely have a bright future.”
After saying that, he placed his palms together and chanted the name of Buddha. He looked at Zhang Xing expectantly.
Zhang Xing's eyes turned and his heart lit up."This old monk wants to ferret me over and make me become a monk. There's no way. It wasn't easy for Yours Truly to transmigrate and have yet to enjoy the bliss of the mortal world. How can I accompany a monk like you to face the wooden fish and the bell every day, eat vegetarian food, and chant Buddha until the end of my life? Besides, I'm not a child you can deceive.”
Although he thought so, Zhang Xing still said tactfully,"Thank you for your favor, Master. I still have an arduous task to carry on the family line, so I'll forget about learning the supreme Buddhist Dharma to prolong my life. There are so many children here, and there must be someone among them who can catch your eye. Goodbye."
The old monk watched as Zhang Xing walked away. He did not show any disappointment or regret, but he muttered something vaguely."What a pity for such a beautiful piece of jade. However, I can't let that character of mine fall on this child. What a pity."
Zhang Xing did not care about the mysterious monk behind him. Before he transmigrated, he did not have any bad feelings towards those monks and nuns. Firstly, there were too many fake monks. Secondly, those monks were completely different from the ones in the past. Now that a monk had appeared and said that he wanted to convert him, it would be strange if he did not avoid them.
Back home, Du Xiaohua patted her son's head lovingly and said,""Little Peng, send these rabbit meat to your grandparents in the afternoon. Also, bring some for your uncle. But be careful on the way.”
" Eh?" Zhang Xing agreed readily. He had done this kind of thing a few years ago, so he did not have to worry about anything. Moreover, at the age of eleven, he was very strong because he often worked and cultivated the Transcendence Art, so he was a little taller than other children of the same age.
His grandmother's house was not far from Caomiao Village. It was about twenty miles of mountain road. In the past eleven years, Zhang Xing had thought through many things and accepted the fact that he had transmigrated to another world in another time and space. The past was the past, and the failures in the past were in the past. Now, he had to work hard, but he could no longer live a mediocre life.
He raised his head. The scorching sun was scorching the earth, making it indescribably hot and stuffy. However, he still walked out of Cao Miao Village without any hesitation.
On the night after Zhang Xing left, the wind and rain mixed together. Cao Miao Village was dead silent. The rolling thunder made this small village seem as if it would drift away with the wind and rain at any time, destroying all vitality and aura.
All of a sudden, a golden light seemed to shine in the darkness, making the small grass temple as bright as day. Besides the howling wind and rain, there was a burst of Sanskrit that seemed to come from the sky.
A flash of lightning illuminated the surroundings of Grass Temple Village, and the figures of a monk and a man in black were clearly seen.
The two figures were moving up and down between the two magic treasures. The mountain-like aura seemed to freeze the grass temple in the wind and rain, but it also seemed that the wind and rain had taken the initiative to avoid this world.
If Zhang Xing was present, he would definitely be able to see that the monk was the one he had seen during the day. As for the black-robed man who seemed to have fused with the darkness, he had never seen him before.
The monk raised the magic treasure in his hand and chanted some complicated Buddhist incantations. An incomparably fierce power attacked the black-robed man. The black-robed man grunted and staggered, as if he had suffered a considerable injury.
Suddenly, a red light flew out of the man's sleeve and flew toward the monk's face before disappearing.
The monk muttered," Evil demon, you actually used such a vicious demon. If you want to take this Blood Swallowing Pearl, kill me first. Otherwise, you will die!"”
Under the illumination of the golden light, the black-robed man moved his hands, and red light flew out from the monk's body. The black-robed man shouted and retreated quickly, disappearing into the darkness. There was no trace or aura left.
The wind and rain continued, and the golden light dimmed.
In the faint golden light, one could vaguely hear the monk say softly,""Forget it, forget it. Today, I have to create this endless karmic sin to achieve this endless merit.”
His voice drifted far away and could be heard clearly in the rainy night. Following that, there were continuous screams and howls, as well as the occasional barking of dogs and the sounds of other livestock. The screams gradually died down.
Only the wind and rain remained. Wherever the lightning passed, the entire Cao Miao Village was dead silent. Then, a pungent smell of blood drifted in the wind and rain. The rainwater flowing on the ground turned into a blood-red color, which was shocking.
It was as if a bolt of lightning had streaked across the sky, but it also seemed as if this bolt of lightning had originally been crimson red.
As he got closer, he realized that it was a fat self-cultivator riding a scarlet immortal sword. He slowly landed in front of the grass temple and muttered to himself as he watched the golden light leave,"Looking at this Buddhist light, it seems like a fellow Daoist from the Heavenly Chord Temple. However, why would he commit such a crime? This matter needs to be investigated carefully.”
Then, he saw the two youths lying in the grass temple. He shook his head and picked them up one by one before disappearing into the wind and rain.
Three days later, Zhang Xing returned home after delivering the items. When he reached the entrance of Cao Miao Village, he could smell a strong and strange smell from afar. It was the unique smell of blood and rotting things.
The smell wafted into his nostrils and made him want to vomit. On the roofs of the village, the trees beside him and the ground were filled with crows, cawing and making unpleasant sounds.
An ominous feeling rose in Zhang Xing's heart. He ran home crazily. There was no one inside or outside the house. There was no one in the village, but the ominous feeling was even stronger. He followed the scent and came to the grass temple. The place was filled with corpses like a small mountain. The bodies of adults and children were piled up together. Flies were flying all over the sky. There were many rats and crows pecking at the corpses. The blood had dried up.
This was a battlefield, a mountain of corpses piled up by humans.
Zhang Xing almost fainted when he saw this. He forced himself not to cry. He searched the corpses one by one, and the familiar faces were piled up one by one, but he still could not find his parents.
After a while, he sat down on the ground dejectedly because he found his father's body. God seemed to have played a big joke on him, as if he could not live in peace after transmigrating. Therefore, he could not help but cry, as if he wanted to vent the tears of his previous life. He cried until he was dying, and his face was ashen, even if he had an adult soul.
Life and death, pain and separation seemed to have always been with him, whether it was in his previous life or now.
A bright light flashed in the sky. Then, a few people flew over on their swords. They slowly lowered their magic treasures and came to Zhang Xing's side. They were slightly surprised and said sympathetically,"Little brother, I'm sorry for your loss. The dead can't be brought back to life. We're from the Green Cloud Mountain. Two kids and an adult who are about your age have joined our sect. Come back with us. We have to deal with this place immediately to prevent the plague from spreading and harming the area.”
Zhang Xing heard that he was right, but he still held some hope in his heart and asked,"Exalted Immortal, what are the names of the two children and the adult you mentioned? Did you see anyone else alive?”
The man in the lead shook his head and looked at the strong boy."The two kids are called Lin Jingyu and Zhang Xiaofan. The middle-aged man is crazy. Zhang Xiaofan calls him Second Uncle Wang. Other than the four of you, the 247 people from the 42 families are all here. Yesterday afternoon when we came out to do some work, we discovered the situation here in the sky and came to check it out. Now, we are here to get rid of these corpses.”
The last bit of hope in Zhang Xing's heart was destroyed. He couldn't help but look at the corpse with a defeated expression."That's right, they're all dead. Father! Mother!" He sobbed hoarsely as he desperately searched through the pile of corpses. However, there were too many corpses piled up together, and his eleven-year-old body was still too small. After a while, he was so tired that he could no longer move. However, he continued to pant and persevere.
Everyone looked at the boy who was so young but had such persistence. He did not hate the unpleasant smell and their expressions were a little unbearable. Therefore, the man in the lead said,"Little brother, please have some self-respect."
Zhang Xing knelt on the ground with a thud. Tears were still streaming down his face. He kowtowed and said,"Exalted Immortal, please help me find my mother's corpse and bury them together in filial piety. If I succeed in the future, I will repay you greatly!”
His appearance was pitiful and pitiful, but his expression was sincere and firm. It seemed that if they did not agree, he would kneel down and not get up.
Everyone was moved when they saw him. The man in the lead helped him up and said,"You don't have to do this. We'll help you. It was the duty of cultivators of our generation to help the weak. There was no need to mention anything about repaying them. Moreover…Sigh."
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Zhang Xing kowtowed a few times to the freshly erected grave and swore an oath to the sky before leaving with the Qingyun Sect disciples. The Grass Temple Village under his feet became smaller and smaller until it could no longer be seen. However, the seeds of revenge were buried in his small body.
The flying sword flew higher and higher in the air, faster and faster. The airflow cut Zhang Xing's face and made him feel a little pain. The whistling wind blew fiercely, making people unable to open their eyes and suffocate.
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