I Can't Be Sword God Chapter 232

232 The old monk and the little monk

The night was dark and terrifying.

Among the withered trees, there were lonely souls wandering. The north wind howled, sweeping up the snow on the top layer like a thin layer of sand.

Looking from afar, there was only a single lamp in the vast snow.

It was an Inn.

The moon was high in the sky, and two figures, one big and one small, appeared on the rugged mountain road in front of the inn.

They were two monks.

There was an old monk who looked Haggard and skinny. He was draped in a thick cotton monk's robe, which felt so heavy that it was going to fall on him. A few strands of his white beard were almost blown off by the wind.

Beside him was a young monk who looked seven or eight years old. He was also wearing thick cotton clothes and dressed like a ball. His red lips and white teeth made him look delicate and cute. His face was red, and he didn't look cold at all.

The two monks, one old and one young, came to the door of the inn and knocked.

Du, du, du.

“Who is it?”

An enchanting voice answered the door, and a woman with a red headscarf peeked out.

“Innkeeper, we're travelling monks who are just passing by. We're here to stay for the night and would like to make some vegetarian food,” the old monk said.

The woman glared at him and raised her eyebrows. there's not much proper business all day long. On the other hand, you poor monks are having fun. No, no, go elsewhere!

“Eh.” The old monk leaned on the door and pleaded, ” “Look at the barren mountains. There's probably only one shop in a radius of several dozen miles. Even if you don't give us Food, at least let us stay in the woodshed for a night.”

The woman's eyes flickered and she was about to say something when she heard a forthright voice behind her, ” “Wifey, who are you talking to?”

it's nothing. They're just two poor beggars who beg for alms. They're even worse than beggars. They're so stinky and don't have any meat on them. They even learned to be walking monks. I'll chase them away now! The woman replied.

“Don't, don't.”

A chubby man with a face full of meat called out. Then, he pulled the woman away and opened the door.

The wind and snow poured into the room, and the candlelight in the door instantly dimmed.

Aiyo, Masters, you must be freezing. Come in quickly, have a bowl of hot soup, and rest for the night. The man warmly welcomed the master and disciple into the house.

“Amitabha. Thank you, benefactor.” The old monk thanked him profusely.

The small monk also put his palms together, looking solemn and cute.

“Go stir-fry two vegetable dishes and warm a bowl of hot soup for the two chefs.” The man raised his eyebrows and said to the woman.

The woman was still a little unwilling, but she didn't dare to disobey. She could only twist her not-so-thin but fleshy waist and run to the kitchen while mumbling something.

The inn wasn't big, and there were only three to five tables in the small hall on the first floor. At this time, there were guests.

The two monks were arranged to sit at the only empty table by the man. Next to them were three wealthy guests who looked like they had traveled the world. They all had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and there were scars on their cassocks. Their straw rain capes and bamboo hats were piled on the side. It seemed like they had also come from afar.

The three guests were chatting happily when they saw the two monks sit down. They looked at each other and smiled.

“Little monk, do you know why there are more people in the North than in the South?” one of them teased.

The little monk glanced at him and shook his head gently.

“Hehe.” look at the weather outside, ” another rich man said with a smirk. the winter in the North is bitter and cold. No family can go out. They can only give birth at home.

“Haha!”

The old monk sighed slightly. He seemed to be sighing at these people who were not afraid of meat and vegetables and even told dirty jokes to the children. However, the strange thing was that the old monk didn't stop him.

At this moment, the man came with two plates of vegetables and two bowls of hot soup. He placed them on the table and said, ” “Please enjoy your meal. Drink the soup first to warm your stomachs.”

The old monk didn't thank him. Instead, he sighed.

The small monk simply put his palms together and closed his eyes to chant.

“Eh?” One of the rich guests asked, ” monk, why aren't you eating? Are you complaining that this small shop in the mountains has rough craftsmanship?”

“Yeah, why are you sighing again?” “Are you sighing that the vegetables don't suit your taste, and you want to eat meat?” another person laughed.

The old monk sighed. I'm sighing at all of you. You're so stubborn. You've destroyed the laws of fate. Why bother? ”

“What?”

As soon as he said this, the faces of the guests in the inn changed.

The old monk didn't waste any time. He formed a seal with both hands and chanted, ” “Amitabha …”

Boom–

As he chanted, the world seemed to change and all the light and shadow around him seemed to fade.

A small, warm building in the mountains had suddenly turned into a dilapidated house made of broken tree trunks. The wind and snow suddenly poured in from all sides.

The vegetables on the table instantly turned into two plates of cut fingers, and the two bowls of hot soup turned into dark red blood, still steaming in the cold wind.

The Jianghu swordsman at the same table turned into three wild Badgers. The guests at the other tables had also turned into various mountain spirits and wild beasts.

As for the boss and the lady boss of the kitchen, one had turned into a wild boar, and the other into a long snake.

The drastic change happened in an instant. These mountain spirits and wild beasts were all shocked. It was not until now that they realized that they had offended the Grand Duke and wanted to escape in all directions.

Unfortunately, the old monk added, ” “Excellent, excellent …”

In an instant, there seemed to be an invisible fluctuation spreading. These monsters that had gathered in the mountains to harm people actually collapsed at the same time!

Among the banging sounds, only one spiritual monster was spared.

It was the red-spotted snake that the lady boss had transformed into.

It was unknown when the little monk had stood up. He raised his hand and caught the long snake in his palm, which then turned into a small red light.

you are the only monster here who has good intentions. Because of your good intentions, you are allowed to listen to the Scriptures in my demon-subduing Pagoda Forest for five hundred years.

The little monk said softly. He didn't give the snake demon any chance to resist and directly put it into his sleeve with one hand.

In the blink of an eye, the boisterous scene just now had turned into only the master and disciple in the snow.

“Twenty-four people have died here. You just need to recite the Scriptures twenty-four times to send them to the afterworld,” the little monk said to the old monk.

“Yes.”

When the old monk heard this, he sat cross-legged on the ground and began to recite the Scriptures.

After a long while, he stood up again and asked, ” “Master, where are we going next?”

It turned out that the little monk was the master between the two of them!

After hearing his question, the small monk thought for a moment and said, ” “The Buddha's fate meeting is about to begin. Let's return to the mountain.”

As he spoke, he raised his hand.

A dead leaf on the ground was swept up by an inexplicable force and suddenly expanded to ten feet in length and width against the wind.

The little monk stepped on it first, followed by the old monk.

Immediately, a large piece of dead leaf Rose up in the wind and whistled away.

In the morning, the outline of shenluo city could already be seen.

Hongdu mountain and white Dragon Temple were right under their feet.

The two monks didn't enter the temple directly. Instead, they landed on the ground from a distance and looked around.

Today was the beginning of White Dragon temple's Dharma fate meeting.

The so-called Dharma fate meeting was a grand event that had been passed down in White Dragon Temple for thousands of years.

All the monks in the world or those who advocated Buddhism could participate and fight for the Dharma before Buddha.

The final Dharma fate was divided into several levels. The Supreme-grade Dharma fate might be a Supreme treasure of White Dragon Temple, the high-grade Dharma fate might be an ancient scripture in the sutras Depository, the mid-grade Dharma fate might be to become a disciple of White Dragon Temple, and the low-grade Dharma fate might be to be blessed by the elders of the temple to drive away evil.

As for what kind of fate he could obtain, it was all up to fate.

In the early years, the Buddha's fate meeting was once a Supreme event for all Buddhist sects.

However, in the recent hundreds of years, with the rise of the Yunfu temple and the decline of the White Dragon Temple, the fate of Buddha would gradually show signs of dimming.

However, it was also known as the flower Capital Conference, and it was considered the only two grand events in shenluo city.

But,

This year's Huadu meeting was suddenly held in the winter, which was close to the meeting of Buddha's fate that was always held in the winter. The reputation of the meeting of Buddha's fate suddenly fell to the lowest in history.

This also allowed the monks of White Dragon Temple to see the true colors of these so-called devout believers.

With a woman, he forgot about the Buddhist Kasaya.

Pious my ass.

Therefore, this year's Buddha's fate Association was forced to undergo some changes.

Originally, it was a meeting that the believers would watch on their own. This year, in order to attract people, the first round of the Buddha fate meeting was changed to see which participant could attract more popularity.

It was time for the registration to begin.

At the entrance of the temple, a small incident happened.

The young monk who was recording the names of the participants asked a handsome participant with a smile.

“Name?”

“Li Chu.”

“Occupation?”

“Daoist priest.”

The smile on the little monk's face gradually disappeared.

After making sure that the person in front of him was serious and not joking, the little Shami slowly asked.

“Benefactor Wanwan, are you here to challenge the dojo?”

Chapter end