It was raining heavily, and the little monk Ming Jing and the others had nowhere to hide from the rain.
He simply lay on the ground and continued sleeping.
The heavy rain lasted the entire night.
On the second day, the east side of the road was in chaos. On the 318 National Road, people started to hurry early.
All of a sudden, the drivers saw a lot of dead people in the open space beside the road.
There were more than thirty corpses.
Seeing so many dead people all at once, it was inevitable that she would feel goosebumps and chills down her spine.
As they moved forward, they found a person sitting cross-legged beside the corpses.
The person was surrounded by a flickering golden light. Upon closer inspection, it was a golden bell.
Only then did the drivers gather their courage and move forward.
Soon, seven or eight SUVs stopped by the national highway.
A dozen people got out of the car.
Seeing Xu Tian sitting cross-legged with golden light around him, someone guessed,""Is that monk ferrying them?”
"Looking at him, he should be chanting scriptures to ferry souls.”
"What happened here? So many people died.”
"Call the police."
At this moment, an off-road vehicle came from behind and saw that the dozen cars in front had stopped.
In order to prevent any accidents, the SUV honked.
"Beep…"
A loud horn sounded on National Route 318.
The " corpses " crawling on the ground actually moved. Some even sat up straight.
This scene scared the people standing on the side of the road, and their bodies trembled.
After a while, Little Shami Mingjing and the others all stood up and wrung the water off their clothes.
She looked at the people on the road not far away in confusion.
At this moment, on the road, a burly man cursed loudly,"Are you crazy?”
Then, they all got into the car and breathed out fragrant breaths.
Little Shami Ming Jing and the others were dumbfounded.
He was scolded the moment he woke up. Who did he offend?
Xu Tian put away the golden bell, carried the box on his back, and asked,""Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. It's just too wet and uncomfortable.”
Hearing the little monk's words, Xu Tian looked up at the east. It was red.
The sun should be out.
"It's okay," he said."It'll dry up in a while."”
Then, he held his nine-ringed monk staff and slowly walked toward National Route 318.
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At noon, the scorching sun was high in the sky, and the heat was unbearable.
Xu Tian and the other thirty plus people lined up on the side of the road. The thirty plus streamers were all dispirited.
He staggered as if he was going to faint at the next moment.
Zhang Dewei raised his phone high and broadcasted everything around him.
This was his first time doing a live broadcast.
1.2 million fans.
"F * ck, bro, you don't care about martial arts ethics. You're not looking for an eminent monk to calculate your fortune. You're f * cking going to ride on the popularity.”
"Good fellow, I call him good fellow.”
"You've gained a million fans in two months. You're really a genius.”
"I remember that at that time, there was a brother who said that he wanted to go and read the fortunes of his parents.”
"Tell me, are the two of you following the eminent monk?”
"Don't say anymore. I didn't go. My intestines are turning green with regret.”
"That's the difference. They go when they say so, but you're so arrogant.”
"That's why she became a millionaire and you became her fan.”
"F * ck, I'm dying of laughter."
"Previous poster, stop talking. He has exited the live broadcast room. (comical)"
Zhang Dewei looked at the bullet screen and his eyebrows twitched. He said,"The eminent monk said that it wasn't my time yet and that I hadn't cultivated enough. I came to cultivate with Grandmaster.”
"Isn't it because I've cultivated enough that my fortune won't come? An eminent monk was an eminent monk. One word, awesome. Pfft."
"... Uh..." The little monk bumped into Zhang Dewei and said,""This is two words."
Then, the little monk Ming Jing ran forward."Master, are you hungry?"
The little monk touched his growling stomach and looked around. There was no place to beg for alms.
At this time, Xu Tian said,"Bear with it. You can ask for alms 300 meters ahead."”
Hearing Xu Tian's words, the fans in Zhang Dewei's live broadcast room discussed.
"F * ck, can an eminent monk be so precise as to ask for alms?”
"It can't be true, right?"
"Could it be that the eminent monk said it on purpose to comfort little master Mingjing?”
"No, don't forget that I, the senior monk, am an eternal god.”
"Three hundred meters ahead, we can definitely beg for alms.”
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After walking for a while, hundreds of cars were parked not far away.
There were hundreds of people by the roadside.
Some people were cooking by the roadside, while others were boiling water and making instant noodles…
Some were singing loudly, while others were dancing…
Such a scene was too common on Route 318.
"F * ck, the eminent monk is really accurate. You can really beg for alms here.”
"See, I already said that I, the High Monk, will always be a god.”
"If you say you can beg for alms at three hundred meters, then you can beg for alms at three hundred meters.”
Looking at those people cooking, the little monk Ming Jing swallowed a mouthful of saliva and then took out a bowl from the box.
"Master, I'm going to cook."
After the novice monk Mingjing left, a girl waved at Xu Tian from a height of more than 20 meters.
"Senior Monk Wuchen…Senior Monk Wuchen…"
Xu Tian looked up. It was the girl who had given him water.
As the girl shouted, many of the hundreds of people looked at Xu Tian.
"Is that Senior Monk Wu Chen? The eminent monk on the Black and White Snow Mountain was illuminated by the Buddha's light.”
"He's in his seventies or eighties, but he's still in such good spirits. As expected of an accomplished monk.”
At this moment, a middle-aged man walked toward Xu Tian with a phone in his hand.
"Senior monk, can I take a photo with you?”
The middle-aged man in front of him had a strong physique. He wore a large gold chain around his neck and a Buddhist prayer bead on his wrist.
One of them had a round face and looked ferocious, making it difficult to communicate with him.
He thought that it was a big tiger, but who would have thought that it was a kitten who spoke. Her voice was gentle and polite.
Xu Tian smiled and said,"Sure."”
As long as there was a first time, there would be countless times.
I'm talking about taking photos, not wearing colored hats.
After the middle-aged man left, the others came up one after another to take photos with Xu Tian.
As he patted, Xu Tian's stomach let out a clear "Gu Gu" sound.
In an instant, dozens of people brought bowls of white rice to Xu Tian.
At this moment, the little monk Mingjing, who had just returned from begging, was holding a bowl of rice that he had painstakingly melted.
"Is this the difference between me and Master?"”
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