God-level funeral: creating a mysterious past

Chapter 71

As soon as the little novice finished his dinner, he felt his stomach swell and panicked. He planned to walk around to digest the food in his stomach, but he didn't expect that at this moment, a black figure suddenly fell from the sky and rushed towards the little novice. past.

"Pfft!" With a muffled sound, the black sword pierced the little novice's chest into his flesh.

The little novice stared wide-eyed, pointed at the black figure in front of him, and stammered, "Why do you want to kill me? We have no vengeance!"

The little novice monk did not expect that he would be attacked by a sneak attack shortly after finishing his meal. Moreover, he was stabbed without even a chance to resist.

Hearing what the little novice said, the masked man in black sneered, then pulled out the long sword in his hand, and drew it out slowly.

The bright red blood slowly flowed down the blade of the long sword.

Looking at the blood on the big long sword, little Shani's eyes were full of fear and despair. He knew that he would die today, so he grabbed the man in black by the trousers, "Please, can you let go of the people in the village?" Everyone, let them go!"

"Let them go? Hahaha, little bald donkey, how much do you think your condition is worth? Let me tell you, as long as we leave your body here, you will definitely be torn apart by wild beasts!" The man in black looked The little novice said with a loud laugh.

"Please let them go!" The little novice showed a painful expression on his face. He was unwilling to die so uselessly, but the reality was always so cruel that he had no room to resist.

The man in black looked at the little novice monk's expression, and a ferocious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Little bald donkey, just obediently die!" After the man in black finished speaking, he kicked violently, and the little novice flew several meters away, and fell heavily on the ground, splashing a cloud of dust.

The old man who had just come over and wanted to clean up the dishes looked at the little novice lying on the ground and was stunned for a moment.

"What are you going to do!? What happened to the little master?" The old man looked at the little novice lying on the ground not far away, his body trembling, and he kept asking.

Hearing the old man's words, a mocking smile appeared on the face of the masked man in black.

"Are you a pig? That bald donkey was pierced through the heart by my sword, and he is already dead. You foolishly asked him what happened?" the masked man in black said mockingly, with a smear banter.

"How is it possible?" The old man was shocked when he heard what the man in black said.

"How is it impossible?" The masked man in black sneered, and then put the long sword in his hand on the old man's neck. The cold blade was against the old man's skin, "Hand over the money, or the kid That's your end!" The man in black looked at the old man in front of him and said coldly, with a stern and murderous intent in his voice.

Hearing the man in black's words, the old man showed a sad expression on his face, then reached out to touch his waist pocket, took out a few copper coins, and handed them to the masked man in black, with a low voice Said, "Here you are!"

The masked man in black looked at the copper coin handed over by the old man, smiled disdainfully, then stretched out his hand to take the coin, looked at the old man and said, "What I want is money, not these scraps of metal!"

The little novice who fell not far away saw this scene with his weak eyesight. He moved his lips and wanted to say something, but unfortunately no sound came out. He just breathed his last.

"Where is this place? Is it the Western Pure Land?" The little monk looked at the world surrounded by white mist and asked suspiciously.

The little novice walked for a while, and saw a house in the white mist not far ahead. This house looked very dilapidated. It was a two-story wooden building with the words "Santuchuan" written on the plaque.

The little monk looked at the house in front of him, hesitated for a moment, then walked towards the house, wanting to enter the house.

Just when the little novice came to the door, the door suddenly opened, and a figure with a golden mask frightened the little novice's body, and then sat down on the ground.

"Who are you?" Little Shani looked at the strange figure that suddenly appeared in front of him, looked at him vigilantly and asked.

Hearing what the other party said, Zhang Chuan glanced at Xiao Shani lightly, and then said, "You can call me Yan Jun."

"Yan Jun? It's Yan Mowang, right!" There was a look of horror in his eyes.

Yan Mo Wang, also known as Yan Luo Wang, is the god in charge of the underworld. This kind of existence makes the little novice very frightened.

"Please save the people in those villages, they are being threatened by bandits!" He said urgently to Zhang Chuan, knelt down on his knees, and bowed to him.

"I can save them, but you also understand that you need to give me some incense money."

"Incense, incense money?" The little novice was taken aback. Although he sometimes went to the temple to give some incense money, it was the first time that such a god directly asked him for it.

After searching in his pocket several times, he found a copper coin, put it in his palm and handed it to Zhang Chuan, "I wonder if this much is enough for Yan Jun?"

"Well, how about I send you into reincarnation now?" Picking up the coin, Zhang Chuan said to him in a cold voice.

"Yan Jun, there are only so many things in my body. If my soul can be used as currency, please show mercy!"

He bowed his head heavily to Zhang Chuan again, clasped his hands together.

"Host, there is a golden light shining behind the other party's head, which may have the power of merit. If you can get this thing, it will be of great benefit."

"Kindness?" Zhang Chuan murmured to himself, then looked at the little monk, "If I want the power of merit in you, would you be willing to exchange it?"

"If I can save the people in the village, even if I fall into the animal realm, I will be willing to do so. I can let Lord Yama take away my merits."

"Very good, then you can sign the contract with this piece of paper."

A piece of dark yellow paper appeared in front of the little novice, with densely packed text written on it, but he didn't even read it, and wrote his name directly on it.

"Think about it clearly. The power of merit is so precious that it is unimaginable." Seeing the other party's determination, Zhang Chuan also decided to persuade him again, although he really wanted to get the power of merit.

"My little monk has already thought about it. If you covet this kind of merit, you have violated the precepts. I also ask Yan Jun to save people."

"There's no rush. Take a look at this first and tell me after you've chosen the package."

He handed the book of life and death to the little novice, and the dazzling product names on it made the other party a little confused, and patted his bald forehead.

"Uh, the Buddha's light shines everywhere, Vajra Arhat, what are these, what are these!?"

(End of this chapter)