Miss Cannon Fodder Wants To Escape Death Flags - chapter 126

Fanyin Temple.

These three words sound unremarkable at first, and when combined, they become a well-known Buddhist and Taoist leader in the cultivation world. Whether monks or ordinary people, when they hear this name, they will often show admiration and say “decent master.”

Ningning thought so long ago.

It wasn’t until she saw Mingkong’s body clock and pestle, and the passionate Buddhist scriptures rap of the young master Yonggui.

There seems to be something wrong with the Buddha’s light-filled Sannyin Temple.

Today, Ningning finally got the opportunity to personally experience how abnormal this place is.

——Shortly after the exchange and study between the Xuanxu Sword Sect and the Wanjian Sect, the Fanyin Temple has held a three-year Buddhist Dharma conference.

This meeting is a grand event in the Buddhist school. In addition to Buddhism in the Eight directions, all major immortal sects will also send their disciples to participate in the event.

Xuanxu Sword School is one of them.

This time, Ning Ning, Pei Ji, Zheng Weiqi, Lin Xun and He Zhizhou came here with Tian Xianzi.

“Don’t look at the name’Dharma Conference’ which is quite boring, as long as you participate in it, you will find that it is actually very interesting.”

Tian Xianzi walked at the forefront, transmitting the secret to the young disciples behind him: “During the Fa conference, every elder of the Fanyin Temple will give a small class. The content of the teaching is different for the students of the major sects to study. Dharma, experience the life of cultivating Buddha in the Fanyin Temple.”

Ningning looked up at the scenery inside the temple while listening.

Before the midwinter, the world is still endless white. The ancient temple is leaning against the cascading peaks of the mountains, the glazed tiles are magnificent, the temple body is rich in vermilion, and the dense and deep cypresses are all stained with flawless white.

The colors were all around, but when she looked around, she could only see the crowds coming and going.

The masters in the Fanyin Temple come from all corners of the world, without exception, all with big flesh-colored heads. When they gather together and walk in a staggered manner, they look like boiling eggs in a frying pan, or waves that are undulating and surging from side to side.

When the winter wind passed by, Pei Ji who was beside him coughed slightly.

After training for a period of time in the teacher’s gate, his body has recovered a little. Although he can walk on the ground as usual, the injury caused by the sky thunder is extremely serious, and his spiritual consciousness is still weak.

Ningning glanced at him, and said warmly, “Do you feel cold?”

Pei Ji shook his head: “No problem.”

He lowered his long eyelashes to look at her when he spoke, and then subconsciously pursed his lips, forcibly suppressing the discomfort in his throat.

Pei Ji was dressed in black today, and was lined by the gloomy dark black. The whole face looked paler, especially the thin lips were bloodless and looked too dry.

Ningning glanced upwards and saw a jade-white hair band hanging down with her black hair.

It was the one she gave him in Luan City.

After Ningning gave it to Pei Ji, he never saw how he used it.

She thought he liked the dark nature, and felt that this color was too abrupt. Later, when she came back from the desert, she heard He Zhizhou say that the hairband had been hidden by Pei Ji in the skirt of her chest until the last thunder fell. It **** long hair.

At that time, He Zhizhou asked her half-jokingly: “I said Ningning, looking at the look that Junior Brother Pei cherishes so much, wouldn’t you give him the hairband?”

Just because of that sentence, Ningning was red-haired.

It’s strange to say that Pei Ji has never used it generously, and since Tianhe returned to Xuanxu, she often tied the strap to her hair.

When she noticed this change for the first time and stared intently, he even blushed awkwardly.

“I’ll come back to Fanyin Temple for the first time.”

Ning Ning retracted her thoughts, lowered her head with a chuckle, and lightly hooked her fingertips, which happened to fall on his little finger: “Maybe I can see Mingkong and Young Master Yonggui, and I don’t know what they are doing.”

As she spoke, she hooked her finger up.

This force was caught off guard, although it was only used on the little finger, it caused Pei Ji’s entire left hand to move upward. Immediately, the soft and gentle touch gradually stretched, and Ningning covered his palms with five fingers in turn.

Pei Ji has never tried to hold hands with her in such a large public place-not to mention the pure place of Buddhism.

The clenched left hand stiffened slightly.

“Pei Ji.”

Ningning’s voice lingered in her ears, very low, and she smiled: “Why did you never use this hairband before, but suddenly you put it on these days?”

Between her words, the warm spiritual power spread from the palm of her hand, like a gurgling stream of water, passing through every stripe on his hand, passing through the blood, spreading to all parts of the cold body, dispelling the uncomfortable cold air. .

Ningning’s hands were much smaller than him, pressed down softly, like a ball of cotton without bones.

She passed her spiritual power slowly, adjusting her hand holding movements awkwardly and awkwardly, sometimes rubbing her fingertips against the cocoons or scars in his hands, and itching while warm.

Pei Ji: “…”

Pei Ji’s eyes darkened slightly, and suddenly he spread his five fingers to break free from the restraint, and with a backhand grip, he wrapped Ningning’s entire right hand in his hand.

“That’s right,” he coughed again, feeling the warm current flowing in his hands, “I just want to use it all of a sudden.”

Ningning: “Huh—”

As she said, she took a step closer to him, bringing a reassuring heat, looked at Pei Ji’s eyes without blinking, and almost leaned into his ear and smiled: “Really?”

The aura of the black-clothed boy beside him was obviously messed up for a while.

He can slay demons and demons in full view, and he is also used to being embarrassed with scars and blood stains, but such a soft, almost ambiguous behavior makes him feel hot in his ears.

Pei Ji didn’t respond immediately, and increased the strength of her hand, trying to touch the back of her hand with her fingertips like Ning Ning.

“and also.”

The two of them walked at the end of the Xuanxu Sword Sect’s team, and the others rarely looked back. He touched her jerkily, his throat moved slightly: “Now it is…different from before.”

He had never hoped before, and only dared to stare at her from a distance. Perhaps the hair band was the only thing that could be obtained from Ning Ning’s hands.

What’s more, based on the relationship between the two of them before, if they were used, it would always feel like an overstatement.

But now it’s different.

This is… a gift from a girl he likes.

She also liked him.

Pei Ji gave birth to an idea he had never had before, and wanted more people to know, Ning Ning gave it to him.

It’s similar to some kind of declaration of sovereignty, or a green, quiet show off.

So naive.

Ningning smiled lightly.

Xu Ye heard the laughter, Pei Ji pressed her palm with her thumb, and made a silent and faint protest.

The group followed Tian Xianzi through the crowds, and in a short time, they arrived at the Falun Dafa platform in the center of the Fanyin Temple.

“The elders who gave a small class are all on the forum. You can take a look at it yourself. If you are interested, try it.”

After Tian Xianzi finished the introduction, he hurriedly smiled: “We will have a test for the teacher and the resident of the Fanyin Temple. Let’s say goodbye first. Don’t miss it.”

Master is a true sword idiot, every time he goes to a new place, he has to compete with the local master.

——The outcome is often that both lose and lose. Tian Xianzi has no money to heal the wounds and illnesses, so she can only eat and drink pitifully, staying in the opponent’s sect as a rice bug.

Although he didn’t intend to do this, Ningning has reason to suspect that this is a new type of touching porcelain.

She was not surprised at this, Chaotian Xianzi waved goodbye, and Ruqi turned his head, and looked at the masters on the platform in turn.

The recruitment of this small class is very similar to the welcome of the community. Each elder sits on a futon, with many small dark gold characters floating in the air, all of which are condensed with spiritual power to introduce the content of the small class in detail.

“I attended a Dharma conference before.”

Zheng Weiqi seemed to recall a not-so-good old thing, and her facial features gradually turned into a rugged bitter gourd: “In short…you must choose carefully. If you encounter an unreliable monk, you will be tortured very badly.”

Ningning curiously asked, “Sister, which small class did you choose last time?”

Zheng Weiqi’s expression is a little bit drunk: “The music theory is appreciated.”

He Zhizhou was happy: “Sister Zheng, you won’t be arranged to ring the bell, are you?”

After he said, he gave Ningning a message: “That’s not it! There is the clock tower weird Amoxicillin in Notre Dame de Paris, and we have the clock tower sword repair Zheng Weiqi in the Fanyin Temple!”

Ningning glanced at him in shock.

What is Amoxicillin, it is called Quasimodo.

“That’s not true, Mu Gu Chen Zhong has someone to take care of it, and I can’t reach it.”

Zheng Weiqi’s eyes were blank, and she fell into memory: “I just entered the hall with dozens of monks, sitting in a small house in the dark winter, knocking on the wooden fish for three days and nights, knocking and chanting. ——Do you want to hear? Reveal the truth and reveal the truth, Polo reveals the truth, Polo monk reveals the truth…”

——I don’t want to listen at all!

Moreover, the senior sister’s eyes are blank, and her tone is more and more like a repeating robot! That paragraph of Buddhist scriptures was simply engraved in her DNA, so terrifying!

“Everyone, look over there.”

Lin Xun, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke up. He was still not accustomed to crowded places, and when he spoke, he took a step beside He Zhizhou: “Is that the little master forever? Why would he sit on the futon like the elders?”

Ning Ning searched his gaze and saw a figure that seemed to be familiar. Yonggui obviously saw them too, nodded, showing a very kind smile.

“The elders of Buddhism have limited energy, and some disciples who are successful in cultivation can also get the opportunity to start small classes.”

Zheng Weiqi explained patiently, frowning after she said: “But this… doesn’t seem to be reliable.”

Ning Ning felt the same way: “Senior Sister, be more confident, and let’s get rid of the’look’.”

Although the eternal Buddhism rap is wonderful, Yueyin is just an external way of cultivating the Taoism. In terms of his own habits, he is actually not that weird.

For this reason, the small dark gold characters that appeared next to the little monk said: Wu Chan.

“Life is like running clouds and flowing water, and the five aggregates are empty to have no regrets. Greed, anger, ignorance, and enlightenment can be realized immediately, and you can become a Buddha in Zen.”

Yonggui said slowly: “Being detached from the five elements and looking at things with your own mind is the’Zen’ in Buddhism. If you have any discrepancies in your life, you can talk to the little monk about the previous one, maybe I can investigate it. One or two.”

“really?”

Zheng Weiqi became interested: “Little master, I want to make money, I want to practice swordsmanship, and I want to go down the mountain to lower the demons. However, now that there is too little time to take care of everything, what should I do?”

Yonggui smiled and said, “Why is this so difficult?”

After saying that, he lowered his head, rummaged in the storage bag for a while, and after a while, took out a few pebbles and a wooden cup.

As expected by Ning Ning, the little monk put the stone into the wooden cup and looked up at Zheng Weiqi: “Donor, is the cup full?”

This routine is old-fashioned.

Judging from his proficiency in digging out the storage bag, this so-called “Zen machine” should be a philosophical story of mass production. As long as he encounters a nearly appropriate problem, he can put it in.

Zheng Weiqi seems to be looking at a little mentally retarded. In order to take care of the face of the young master, she still cooperates very well: “It’s full.”

“Actually not.”

After all, Yonggui was young. Seeing her obediently in her own sleeve, she was so happy that she forced the corners of her lips to press down, and took out a handful of fine sand from the storage bag, gradually filling the gaps between the stones. : “Look, this is full.”

His voice and movements were completed at once. Zheng Weiqi pretended to applaud suddenly, but unexpectedly, she heard serious voices beside her: “No, it’s not right, it’s not full yet!”

It is He Zhizhou.

“The basic component of sand and stone is silica, and □ □ can just dissolve silica!”

He Zhizhou thought, his eyes gleamed, and the more he talked about it, the more excited he became: “As for the stone in the cup is limestone, the main component is calcium carbonate. As long as the appropriate amount of dilute hydrochloric acid is added, the dissolution reaction can occur. In this way, the cup can be emptied. There is a lot of space-as long as the chemical reaction is still there, the cup will never be full, it is amazing!”

Yonggui couldn’t understand this pig saying, and looked at him with the look of a mentally ill patient.

Yonggui tried his best to use a euphemistic tone: “This benefactor…could it be that he was chanting some ancient spell?”

The little master Yonggui received Zheng Weiqi’s praise, and his heart was almost full of joy.

Although Sister Zheng was occasionally unreliable, she was always a good cultivator who respected the old and loved the young. Seeing that he was so innocent, her heart of righteousness arose, and she took advantage of the trend and made her name in the hands of the little monk.

Ningning is not very interested in small classes. Compared to staying in the main hall for a few days and nights, she prefers to stroll around the Fanyin Temple freely;

It happened that Pei Ji was too lazy to participate, and the two hit it off and wandered around the forum.

He Zhizhou and Lin Xunai joined in the fun and watched all the tasks. After Ning Ning asked which door he had decided, He Zhizhou smiled and raised his finger to an old monk not far away.

Ning Ning lifted her eyes and looked at the small dark gold characters beside the person. She couldn’t help but be shocked with a quick glance.

Good guy, four characters in the book: [System. Service. Seduction. Confusion.].

*

Although the name of Fanyin Temple is “Temple”, it actually occupies a huge area, far more than the size of a temple. The lofty mountains and ridges in all directions belong to it, and it is far from possible to visit them all in one day.

Taking into account Pei Ji’s injury, Ningning didn’t go to the colder mountains, but just walked around the temple. When I returned to the temple, it was dusk.

Unexpectedly, the two of them had just walked up the temple gate and not a few steps before they actually saw He Zhizhou and Lin Xun in a small courtyard not far away.

Ningning was very interested in their small class, and pulled Pei Ji forward curiously. When she saw the scene in the courtyard, she couldn’t help being stunned.

There are quite a lot of people attending this small class. They are all Buddhist cultivators. To talk about lay people, there are only He Zhizhou and Lin Xun.

It was cold in the yard, but everyone took off their coats and was holding the scriptures in their hands.

The Buddhist cultivators gathered their eyebrows intently, and some people’s upper body was not even an inch stranded. The dantian gathered qi, and the chanting sound from the throat was full of qi, which was shocking.

Compared with them, He Zhizhou and Lin Xun are like two thin little chicken cubs.

The two huddled side by side in the icy corner, the corners of their eyes and eyebrows were at a loss, shaking constantly because of the cold. While trembling, she pitifully opened the Buddhist scriptures in her hand and read a familiar phrase: “Revealing the truth, revealing the truth, Polo, demonstrating the truth, Polo, the monk, declaring the truth…”

The sight here was terrible, and in the middle of the courtyard, there was an old monk with a smile on his face, and Ming Kong with the same happy face.

In front of the two monks, there was also a steaming stove.

“Master, it’s worthy of being a stove with spiritual fire. It’s really comfortable and reassuring.”

Mingkong said, raising his hand, and stuffing a snack in his mouth, showing a very compassionate smile from the corner of his mouth: “The snack melts in your mouth, and the fire is warm to the heart. It’s nice in winter.”

The old monk also smiled, gently raised his head and looked to the corner: “Does anyone want to have a bite? It’s sweet and waxy. If it comes, you can still feel the temperature of the fire, how nice it is.”

Ningning was stunned.

What is murder and condemnation.

——It turns out that in [System. Clothes. Seduction. Confusion], the so-called “uniform” is not a noun, but a thorough verb!

Look at He Zhizhou and Lin Xun.

Both of them had eyes cracking, and they were so angry that they barked dogs, but they were helpless about it. They were like two hollowed out corpses. When they raised their heads to face her, their eyes were full of tears.

Poor, so pitiful.

Especially Xiao Bailong knew nothing about everything, he Zhizhou was confused to draw this small lesson.

Ningning looked sad, and quietly withdrew from the courtyard with Pei Ji.

As the evening was approaching, many small classes ended the whole day of teaching. She deliberately looked for Zheng Weiqi in the crowd. After some toss and turns, she finally saw the master sister at the main entrance of the hall.

Zheng Weiqi’s Zen enlightenment is over. I don’t know why. When Senior Sister Zheng walked on the road with a blank face, she was not like a sword repairer, but like a homeless female ghost.

Ningning felt bad, and tentatively called: “Sister Zheng?”

Seeing that the other party turned his head in a daze, he added: “How are you learning?”

Zheng Weiqi looked at her faintly, her dark pupils were like a pair of gloomy bottomless pits, and Ning Ning’s back was chilly.

The scene was quiet for a moment.

After a while, the senior sister seemed to be smiling but not smiling, her mouth twitching a trace of arc.

Ningning saw her stretch out her hand to the storage bag, took out a handful of fine sand and smashed it forward against the wind. Her face was covered by the sand, and she smiled grinningly in the wind.

Immediately, Zheng Weiqi carried a flag, while holding a pot in her left hand and a cup in her right hand, and kept pouring tea, letting hot water pour on her hand, and finally took out a scorpion and stung wildly in her arm.

Zheng Weiqi is laughing wildly: “Is the flag moving or full and I have to learn to let it go? If you want to pollute something pure, or want to frame people with no evil intentions, sin will hurt yourself. Stinging people is its nature, and compassion is mine. Nature, my nature will not change because of its nature-hahahahahaha!”

Ningning:…

Ningning’s eyes became sharper and sharper.

Help! Sister Zheng is crazy!

*

This Fanyin Temple is terribly staying.

There was a small class on the second day. He Zhizhou, Lin Xun, and Zheng Weiqi were deeply hurt. After they came back, they were as sad as a funeral. After some discussion, they decided to go to the Lunfa platform immediately and cancel their names on the registration form. .

“He asked me to recite a hundred Buddhist philosophical stories during the time of a stick of incense.”

Zheng Weiqi walked on the way to the Lunfatai, with a sad expression: “Is this something that humans can do? No! The most incredible thing is that several Buddhist cultivators have actually memorized it!”

“How did that happen?”

He Zhizhou had no gods in his eyes: “I thought this little class was about a dozen monks dancing around me in cassocks. I can definitely resist the temptation… Why is it so?”

Lin Xun was trembling by the cold wind: “Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…”

“So,” Ning Ning asked cautiously, seeing that he was about to arrive at the Forum, “Are you really planning to sneak out and destroy the name?”

Zheng Weiqi vowed: “There are so many people in a small class, even if one or two of them disappear, they won’t be noticeable-the only thing we have to be careful about is that our actions tonight must never be noticed.”

So in order to ensure safety, Ningning and Pei Ji were respectively arranged at the two entrances of the Lunfatai, standing motionless to keep the wind.

In the cold winter night, everything seemed extremely lonely and deserted. A round of the moon sprinkled bright and white, like water flowing on snow.

Ning Ning was looking around with full concentration, feeling a sudden spiritual power without any warning.

This spiritual power is soft and deep, like a magnificent green hill standing quietly. She didn’t feel right, and quickly used the sound transmission to wake up the people inside, but she didn’t expect a hurried wind to pass in her ears as soon as the voice fell.

“It’s so late, what is the little benefactor staying here for? Seeing you look around, is it looking for someone?”

The gentle young man’s voice was as clear as snow, Ningning looked up and saw a monk with a sword eyebrow star.

As he said, he turned his gaze slightly, passed Ningning, and looked straight at the three shadows standing in the Lunfa platform: “Or, doing something else…bad things on purpose?”

This person came silently and appeared next to her almost instantly, presumably his cultivation was extremely deep.

Sure enough, in the next moment of suddenness, Ningning heard his polite voice: “Poor monk is silent.”

It turned out to be the Jiru elder of Fanyin Temple.

The host was caught on the spot for doing bad things, and the scene was very embarrassing for a while.

“I, I am—”

If they talk about a walk, the group of them are separated and scattered, and Zheng Weiqi and others still stand sneakily at the front of the list. If they are explained in this way, it will only increase suspicion.

Ning Ning really couldn’t think of a reason, so she could only delay the time and rack her brains to make up excuses. At this moment, Pei Ji’s voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

He whispered: “I found them.”

what? Who do you find? Who will be found?

Ningning couldn’t understand the logic in this sentence, so she nodded blankly along what he meant, and listened to Pei Ji continue: “You have to be psychologically prepared, they are not the same as usual.”

He paused, and emphasized: “After all, it’s… sleepwalking.”

Ningning stayed.

Pei Ji said something very serious!

This sentence was worthy of a fall, and it was not only as silent as the elders stunned, but the other three people on the forum were equally stunned and exchanged glances with each other in a hurry.

He Zhizhou: “Sleepwalking?”

Lin Xun: “Feasible, feasible?”

Zheng Weiqi: “He said that, we can only do it – wait, who knows what virtue is sleepwalking?”

He Zhizhou: “Look at me!”

The new snow was shining in the moonlight, and there was a very brief silence around. In the boundless night, Ji Ruming clearly saw a certain figure on the platform of discussing the law slowly moving.

The kind of standing squirming.

The moonlight wet the man’s face, and he saw the appearance of the young sword repairman.

His face was bloodless and his expression was erratic. His eyes were half-open and half-closed, only a small gap was revealed. Looking through the gap, he could see the rolling white eyes and the crazy eyeballs.

Immediately after the moonlight dimmed, the three bodies rose up suddenly, all hanging down their necks and arms, and began to move slowly, stiffly. The scene was very weird at one time, and Miao Zhai had to call his brother when he saw the corpse.

Especially the young man who rolled his eyes was getting deeper and deeper, and he had begun to grind his teeth while his mouth and eyes were skewed.

Just like He Zhizhou, Ningning thought of Yuanmou from the history textbook very untimely.

“This……”

Silent as dumb for a moment: “This is sleepwalking?”

His last word was still stuffy in his throat, and he saw He Zhizhou getting closer and closer. While walking along with the zombies, he muttered a demonic whisper from his mouth: “Hydrogen, helium, lithium, beryllium, boron, carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, fluorine, neon. , Sodium Magnesium Aluminum Silicon Phosphorus…”

This is a normal periodic table of elements, but Jiru knows nothing about it.

He only thought it was so weird and terrifying. What this man said in his dreams was like a spell from the ancient times, which made people totally incomprehensible!

“Jie is like an elder.”

Pei Ji’s tone was light: “My disciples often sleepwalk in groups, do you want me to wake them up?”

Ji looks complicated.

Jiru: “Should I not use it anymore? I heard that sleepwalking can’t wake up halfway…or else, let’s just quietly?”

He paused, and then hesitated: “Unexpectedly, the pressure on the disciples of the Xuanxu Sword Sect would be so great, how can you raise a good child with this kind of illness?”

Pei Ji was silent, and after a while, she pointed her finger at the plum blossom next to her.

Jiru suddenly realized: “Oh! Do you want to say that the fragrance of plum blossoms has come from the bitter cold, and you have been practicing swords for many years. You must endure such hardships?”

Pei Ji shook his head and pointed at He Zhizhou and Lin Xun not far away: “Sword Xiu.”

Then he glanced at the plum branches hanging in front of him: “No money (before plum).”

Ningning said “Wow” in her heart.

Pei Ji, super know how to draw inferences from one another!

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