Chapter 16 Once upon a Time There Was a Mountain...

The old monk at Tongshou Temple was about to cry.

Really, even if it was forcibly endured, the tears were already swirling in the eyes.

Sin!

He was originally a rude street liar, occasionally relying on fairly good poker cards and mahjong cards to spend some money in the lowest-end gambling stalls on the street, of course, not too much.

More to be discovered.

If he is found, he will be chopped off.

He didn't want that.

He also wanted to live a long life and live in peace.

Therefore, he cautiously wandered and lived.

As for finding a decent job?

He did it before he was fifty.

He has worked as a convenience store waiter, a vegetable cutter at a food stall, a car cleaner, a parking boy, etc.

That was when he was happiest.

Although they are all hourly workers, they are not regular workers, and they don't earn much, but they can earn a little bit every day, and occasionally there are working meals.

But as soon as he turned fifty, such a job said goodbye to him.

More young people took his place.

However, he did not complain.

After all, he was much happier than the guys who jumped off the roof after the financial tide receded.

At least he's still alive.

Live like a person.

Therefore, the cardboard box where he lives is the cleanest, and he cleans the surroundings every day.

until……

An old monk appeared.

It was a misty morning, and the old monk fell in blood at the door of his 'home'.

If it was in other places, he would be out of sight and out of mind, and he would go away.

But at the door of the 'home', he couldn't turn a blind eye.

He didn't know what happened to the old monk.

Just carried the old monk into the house, and then cleaned the blood.

Then, treat the old monk with the treasured medicine.

To live a long life, medicine is necessary.

He always leaves a portion of the campaign funds to buy necessary medicines.

From cold medicines and antidiarrheals to iodophors, bandages and more.

These seem to be basic, but at critical moments, they are all life-saving things.

He has seen many "neighbors" who lost their lives because of a cold.

The old monk was seriously injured.

There are scars all over the body.

Many are deeply visible.

To be able to live is inconceivable to him.

Likewise, there is the resilience of the old monk.

After he disinfected and applied medicine, the old monk woke up in the evening.

A little weak, though.

But also normal.

Ordinary people are so badly injured,

It's probably already cold.

"Thank you, thank you."

The old monk thanked him with difficulty.

"you are welcome."

"If you die at my door, I'll be in trouble too."

"Eat quickly, recover quickly after eating, and then leave quickly."

He talked to the old monk in a cold tone.

Then, two cans were taken out of his 'spare dry food'.

Canned food is easy to store and can be stored for a long time.

Canned meat, in particular, is a treasure in hard times.

He also hid three.

Now take out two, just to let the old monk recover quickly.

Even, he has already prepared a speech on how to make the old monk eat these two canned meats.

But contrary to his expectations, the old monk didn't seem to mind eating meat at all.

Completely different from the old monk he knew.

The old monk is not just this weird.

Apart from not eating meat, this old monk is also very interested in playing cards and mahjong.

Probably a fake monk!

The previous injury should also have been caused by the discovery of cheating!

That's what he thought at the time.

Then, the distance between the two was so close.

After all, it is half a peer.

The diary goes by day by day.

The old monk's bald head has long been covered by a layer of short white hair, and his body is getting better. He wears his old clothes and walks around the 'home' for a long time.

Sometimes pick up cans with him.

Occasionally, something useful is found in the trash.

then?

Naturally, change to drink some beer.

He drinks, chats and laughs with the fake monk.

It was him who laughed.

Because this fake monk always told him some legends as real things.

With nose and eyes.

He wouldn't believe it.

Then, after a few months, the fake monk suddenly said that he was leaving and had some things to do.

He didn't hold back.

How can people like them keep others?

Absolutely no regrets!

He didn't send fake monks, he went home early.

Then, looking at the clothes left by the old monk, he was in a daze for a night.

Have a good day.

Another month passed.

After his life was quiet, the old monk reappeared.

He was still wounded and bloodied at the door of the 'home'.

"Hey!"

"Although we are liars, we have to have a bottom line!"

"Just eat two meals, don't overdo it."

"Otherwise you will die on the street sooner or later!"

He said that, but he 'lifted' the fake monk home neatly.

The days that followed became the experiences of the past.

between cycles.

Every time the fake monk leaves, he always comes back hurt.

After he has cultivated well, the fake monk will tell him stories.

Those stories are how to deal with monsters and monsters.

The protagonists in those stories all have views, breathing, and techniques.

He listened to it interestingly and remembered a lot.

Originally at his age, he couldn't remember a lot of things at all, but somehow, he remembered everything the fake monk said, not a single word.

He was a little weird at first.

But later, I got used to it.

He only thought that the fake monk had an interesting story, and he remembered it.

Another month since the fake monk left.

He drew 1 word on a cardboard in his 'home'.

He counted carefully.

A full 80.

"It's been so many years?"

He looked at these words in amazement.

Before he knew it, he and the fake monk had known each other for almost 10 years.

"It's also luck."

He thought so.

In the past 10 years, every time the fake monk came back, he was injured all over, but he didn't die. Is this not luck?

But good luck always runs out.

This time it is.

The fake monk is back.

There was a big hole in his chest, and his face was torn apart.

If it wasn't for his familiarity, he wouldn't have recognized it at all.

"what happened?"

He wanted to carry the fake monk back to his 'home' as before, but was stopped by the fake monk.

"The origin and the extinction, just in an instant."

"You always say you don't have a name."

"I'll give you my name."

The fake monk ignored him and said it to himself.

He has lost his name since he moved into his new 'home'.

So did most of the people around him.

Everyone is called by name.

Or, just a 'hello'.

"From now on, you will be 'Tongshou Temple'."

"It's handed to you too."

"As for more?"

"I can't teach you anymore, I need you to touch it bit by bit."

After speaking, the fake monk handed him a cloth bag and raised his hand.

He was proud and neat, and his bald hair was gone.

One bald head remains.

Before he could protest, the fake monk seemed to have a smile on his bloody face, and then he tilted his head to death.

When he thought that the fake monk was immortal, the fake monk died.

Moreover, after the fake monk dies, the corpse simply rots.

In a breath, it turned into ashes.

Only the cloth bag remains.

Inside the bag was a key and a power of attorney for real estate.

Tongshou Temple!

The fake monk left him a temple in the street market of Tongshou Town.

It's small, but it's amazing.

Why did the fake monk cheat?

With such a temple, a little operation will make a lot of money.

Then, he soon found out.

What the fake monk told him turned out to be true!

those stories!

Those monsters and monsters!

The so-called contemplation, breathing, and techniques are all true!

Because, someone really looked for him to exorcise.

If it wasn't because the client's face was too serious, he almost laughed.

And he really wanted to laugh at that moment.

Because, if at that time, he really laughed out loud.

There is no need to carry out such dangerous things in the name of 'Tongshou Temple' like now.

Even if he tried to avoid risk again and again, he still couldn't escape.

This time, it's dead!

You know, that's--

Tsuchimikado!

Thinking of this family, the old monk of Tongshou Temple felt his scalp go numb.

Even a branch is the same.

That's not something he can resist.

Using 'substitute hair' to fool the other party is already his ultimate.

Then, using the 'boat crossing technique' to sneak in here to save people, just because I was afraid that in the future, I would not be able to eat, sleep, and...

But once found.

The old monk of Tongshou Temple still wanted to cry.

Thirty years to go.

Sure enough, am I going to die halfway?

It is so sad.

Thinking in the bottom of my heart, the old monk of Tongshou Temple has adjusted the front of his clothes.

Then, the solemn-faced hands clasped together.

Some habits, with the passage of time, have long been imprinted in the bones.

Even in the face of life and death, it will not change.

After doing all this at Tongshou Temple, Hui Lijing and Liang Jie were surprised to find that the old monk in front of him suddenly changed.

Where is the difference, they can't tell.

But there is always a feeling of facing eminent monks.

The serious face always reminded them of the statues in the temple, and the calm eyes, as if they were seeing a Bodhisattva, and the long breathing made people feel calm.

This?

Hui Lijing and Liang Jie looked at each other.

They don't know what happened.

Just when Hui Lijing wanted to ask, a mutation suddenly occurred.

The big river, which was already turbulent, suddenly rolled with huge waves.

A sound like thunder echoed in the sky——

"Tongshou Temple!"

The voice was loud and filled with palpable anger.

"How dare you use 'substitute' to fool me!"

"Are you humiliating me?"

The questioning, under the anger, became extremely sharp.

The old monk of Tongshou Temple looked up at the dim sky, and did not put down his folded hands, just bowed slightly.

Seems to be apologetic.

It seems to be a habit.

"good very good!"

"Since you want to save people!"

"Then I'll let you save enough!"

The voice growled.

The tumbling river suddenly subsided.

The moment Hui Lijing and Liang Jie rested in the river, their expressions changed drastically.

They felt as if they were being targeted by some beast.

Without hesitation, the two pulled out their guns.

next moment--

Whoa!

With a splash of water, a thin figure jumped onto the boat.

The whole body is dark green, the face is hideous, the mouth has fangs, and the limbs are like toads.

boom!

Hui Lijing raised her hand and shot.

The monster fell down and fell into the river.

However, Hui Lijing couldn't be happy at all.

More monsters jumped out of the river.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Bang bang bang!

The sound of water coming out was endless, and the sound of gunshots continued.

The voice in the sky is disdain.

"Don't you want to save people, Tongshou Temple?"

"Why don't you take action?"

"You don't think that a mere bullet can make the 'water ghost' I raise shy away?"

"Or are you doing a so-called test?"

Speaking of this, the voice snorted in disdain.

"The human heart cannot stand the test!"

"You already failed once decades ago!"

"Now?"

"You're just repeating the same mistakes!"

"Whether it's the two on your boat or the one on the shore, they can't stand the test - especially the guy on the shore called Jason, who is a lost dog himself, who came across the ocean, When I was in a state of panic, my heart was still full of obsessions, if it wasn't for him, how could I have discovered what happened here, you might have successfully rescued people."

"Do you think that a guy like him could pass the so-called test to inherit Tong Shou Temple?"

the voice asked.

"Why not?"

The old monk of Tongshou Temple replied.

Different from the angry, sharp sound of such a voice.

The old monk's words were calm and indifferent.

But this tone of voice, more and more exciting to the other party.

"Just him?"

"He still wants to pass your narrow tests?"

"unless……"

"He drank the 'Ghost River' in front of him!"

The voice said angrily.

However, after speaking, he let out a chuckle.

Although his 'Oi no River' is just a projection of a branch.

But even the projection is derived from the 'Kawaii of Oni'.

After an ordinary person falls, the breath must be melted into a skeleton, and then the soul becomes the nourishment of the water ghosts.

As for the skeleton?

After a little processing, he can become a new skeleton warrior.

Or in other words, simply soak in this 'Ghost River' and become a new 'Water Ghost'.

Jason drank his 'Oginokawa'?

how can that be?

Thinking of this, the inexplicable wanted to laugh even more.

"If Jason really drank the 'Oi no River', I would not only admit defeat, but I would also join your camp to help you guard the 'Fear' flag together and become a member of your 'Fear' flag."

This one said straight.

Very straightforward, without any hesitation.

Because he thought it was impossible.

The old monk of Tongshou Temple did not answer either.

He also thought it was impossible.

But at this time, Jason, who had eaten a 'roasted ghost', stood up, carried his bag, and walked towards the 'oni no river'.

'Roasted Ghost' was a little salty, and he felt... thirsty.