Chapter 756 Everyone is Greedy

Chapter 756 Everyone is Greedy

Chapter 756 Everyone is Greedy
In the endless yellow sand, a middle-aged monk led a young novice monk, carrying the same scripture shelf as Tang Monk, and walked westward with difficulty against the wind and sand.

The middle-aged monk had a bitter face and an ordinary appearance. His skin was dark and rough, his body was strong and sturdy, and he had a bald head but a curly beard. He looked somewhat like Bodhidharma.

The little monk was of a completely different style from him. He was handsome, with picturesque features and fair, delicate skin.

The pair of monks seemed very uncoordinated walking together. It seemed that the little novice monk was abducted and coerced by the evil monk and had to submit and was kept by his side.

"Brother Immortal, you can obviously perform transformation magic, why don't you use it instead of shaving my head?"

The pretty little monk said with a bitter face: "My long hair, which I have been growing since I was born, is now all gone."

"Pay attention to your address. You have been reincarnated four times. According to seniority, you should call me great grandfather. Moreover, you should at least call me 'Master' when you are at work. Don't call me by the wrong name next time."

The middle-aged monk said with a straight face: "Don't you feel that this hairstyle is strangely familiar? This is for your own good, so that you can find the feeling and stop being trapped in the female appearance and losing your true self!"

The young monk touched his bald head, his eyes blurred, and murmured: "It does feel familiar. It turns out that I was a monk in my previous life, but I can't remember anything..."

"The mystery in the womb is not so easy to solve. First cut off the three thousand strands of worries and sever the bad karma of this life, and then slowly find the feeling in the future."

The middle-aged monk said this meaningfully, and then he stopped talking to the young monk. He quickened his pace and walked forward in the wind.

The young monk hurriedly followed, and behind the middle-aged monk, his sturdy back seemed like a wall blocking the strong wind. She even felt as if she was hiding in the house, and not a speck of dust or grit got on her monk's robe.

This must be the method of an immortal. Although the little monk has lived in the tribal tent all her life, she has had a vague glimpse of the world in her dreams. She is born with knowledge of many things and knows and masters them without having to learn.

After the immortal rescued her, he did not take out a flying sword and fly her with her on it as she had seen in her dream. Instead, he shaved her hair, forcibly stripped off her clothes, and threw her a blue-gray monk's robe, despite her resistance.

Then he took her on a walk westward, saying that he was going to visit another old friend.

The young novice monk is Zengren Zhuoma, and the middle-aged monk is naturally Wenrui.

Although she had only been with him for a day or two, Zhuoma had gradually come to believe that she must have had a significant karmic entanglement with this immortal in her past life. However, she doubted his claim that he had done her a favor in her past life and came to her in this life to repay the favor.

She has had a special ability since she was a child, which is the ability to identify whether the other person is lying.

Although this ability is not 100% accurate, it can allow the little girl to detect a lot of malice from others. She may not be able to see through white lies, but she will never be able to hide malicious deception.

Even if the respected master who was widely trusted by the tribesmen said with certainty that she was a priceless Buddhist treasure in her previous life, her destiny in this life was to restore this skin into the appearance of a magic weapon and offer it to the Bodhisattva.

However, Zhuoma could see at a glance that the master was deceiving her, and the look in his eyes was full of greed and evil thoughts.

As she grew older, more and more people looked at her with greedy eyes. Most of them were men of all ages. They tried their best to hide their greed for her body because they were afraid of retribution.

Later, she also saw greed in her mother and father's eyes, as if she was really just a rare treasure. However, the immortal looked at her without greed, but with a hint of disdain and irritation, as if looking at a piece of garbage that was bought at a high price but found to be completely worthless.

It's purely the feeling of buying a product but being fooled.

Zhuoma has known how to protect herself since she was a child. She understood that her beautiful appearance was valuable, but she did not have the strength to keep this wealth, and sooner or later it would be taken away brutally and plundered.

This was the first time in her life that someone, and a man, thought that he was worthless and a money-loser. For no reason, Zhuoma trusted him a little more.

However, the feeling that person gave him was still extremely terrifying.

Zhuoma is not an ordinary timid girl. She is not afraid of life and death and has taken it lightly. She did not even blink when the evil mosquito pounced on her, but she was still instinctively afraid around the immortal. It was obvious that she must not have had any good experiences with him in her previous life.

So, during this period of time, the little girl has been in a state of trust and vigilance, following the immortal closely and accompanying him as he travels westward in the wind and sand.

The journey was not difficult. Walking behind the immortal, the wind and sand were blocked by an invisible barrier, and even the scorching sun during the day and the cold at night could not invade.

Whenever they set up camp to rest, the immortal could conjure up fresh fruit juice and countless delicious foods that she had never seen in her dreams. These foods contained wonderful energy, and after eating them, they could replenish physical strength and greatly relieve fatigue.

"Master, Master, where are you taking me? Why do we have to walk? You are an immortal, and immortals can fly, right?"

After walking a long way, Zhuoma bravely asked. She was not afraid of hardship or fatigue. The daughter of a tribesman, even if she was spoiled as a holy girl to be worshipped as a Buddha since childhood, was much more tenacious than the daughter of a wealthy family in Jambudvīpa.

But she really couldn't help her curiosity and didn't understand where the immortal was going to take her.

"Go to Lingshan."

The middle-aged monk answered casually: "As for why I didn't fly, it was because I was afraid of disturbing the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas on Mount Lingshan. Don't forget, I am the number one enemy of Buddha in the world."

He remembered something, stopped, and said to the girl seriously: "When you get to Lingshan, be alert and don't let anything slip, otherwise the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas will regard you as a partner of the Buddha's enemy and press you under the mountain for 500 years, feeding you copper balls and molten iron every day!"

"If you're afraid of being exposed, why go to Lingshan?"

"I took such a big risk just for a little loser like you!"

The middle-aged monk said unhappily, "The old friend on Mount Lingshan has a supreme method of practicing both Buddhism and science. If you learn this method, you can visualize a top-level scientific laboratory in the sea of ​​consciousness. With just one brain, you can replicate expensive experiments that require countless resources to implement."

"After the Buddha manifests and liberates the believers, that old man will definitely accompany the Buddha to the Western Paradise. If I can steal this ability before he leaves... ahem, borrow it for my own use, I wonder how much research and development funds I can save!"

The greed in the middle-aged monk's eyes flashed by for a moment, but was keenly caught by Zhuoma.

(End of this chapter)