I am a professional at killing time travelers

Zheng Qiu carried Huikong to a small mountain village and dropped him off. To be honest, this small mountain village was not a carefully chosen place, because the Seven Heroes Continent was now in ruins and the disaster of the exiled immortals was still spreading, so every mountain village was in the same predicament. Maybe he could give some psychological comfort to those little people if he went there.

Huikong landed on the ground and clasped his hands together, while Zheng Bing, a hundred feet away, hid in the void and quietly protected him.

Zheng Qiu did not stay. At this time, the battle to slay the immortals had already begun. It was time for Zheng Qiu to go to the imperial city of Zhao. Although he did not bring any guards with him, his reputation was no less than anyone else's. If he went there, he would represent two forces.

One is the long-renowned Wuxian Palace, and the other is the new Tomb Sect.

Huikong looked clean and walked in the village with his hands clasped together, but he was dressed in rags and looked a little shabby.

At this time, a little girl of seven or eight years old secretly opened the wooden door and looked through the crack in the door at the bald man with strange costumes.

Buddhism has become extinct on this continent. Even Zheng Qiu saw the Buddha for the first time, let alone this group of mortals.

Huikong walked to a well, slowly shook the windlass on the well with both hands, took out a bowl from his arms, gently scooped up a bowl of water, slowly brought it to his mouth, took a sip, and gently wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve.

He looked up and saw the little girl still peeking at him through the crack in the door.

The corners of his mouth lifted up to reveal a friendly smile: "Little donor! May I ask where this place is?"

The little girl quickly closed the door, and the sound of the door being locked could be heard from inside.

Huikong smiled gently, looked up at the blazing sun in the sky, and his eyes changed as he looked towards the mountain behind the small village: "There may be evil spirits there. Everything is fate. Since I am here, I will give you a chance!"

Huikong walked towards the back mountain step by step. Many people stretched their heads to look at him along the way. Huikong did not approach him to chat with him, and soon he arrived at the back mountain.

This sight made Huikong stunned: "Why is this? Why are there so many new graves? This place is filled with evil spirits, yin is strong and yang is weak, and thousands of evil spirits are whispering. It's a pity that I don't have any cultivation skills, so I can only perform a ritual for you!"

Huikong sat cross-legged and began to chant the "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra".

"The Buddha said: Be careful and contemplative..."

Amidst the Buddhist chants, evil spirits emerged from the mountains. Even ordinary people without any cultivation could see the shadows of the evil spirits.

The Buddha's voice was accompanied by countless golden lights, which could save people from disasters. Waves of merit and virtue turned into star rays and fell on Huikong's body.

As the power of merit spread, the evil spirits in the mountains began to dissipate.

After reading the Buddhist scriptures, the evil spirits in the mountain disappeared, and only the pure soul remained with its hands clasped together.

Zheng Bing narrowed his eyes slightly: "This method is amazing! It doesn't matter if the Dantian is damaged. With the power of merit, I can still have the strength of the Qi Refining Stage. If I can save enough souls, it won't be a problem to cross the Mahayana Tribulation! It turns out that the boss was right to arrange me to come here!"

Huikong stood up and bowed slightly to the many new graves: "May all the donors from far away not suffer from the suffering of reincarnation. I will take my leave now!"

After the ceremony, the soul dissipated and the gloomy atmosphere in the mountain disappeared.

Huikong, on the other hand, appeared to be glowing with golden light.

At this time, the little girl who peeked at him at the beginning ran over and said, "Who are you? What are you doing in our Jiaoyue Village?"

Huikong looked at the little girl and half squatted down: "Little donor! I am a monk! From another continent, I came here just to preach the Dharma. All things are impermanent, they are the law of birth and death. When birth and death are extinguished, nirvana is happiness!"

"You bald guy is still rude! I'm talking to you nicely, why are you telling me tongue twisters?"

Huikong's mouth corners suddenly curled up. It was true that this was an undeveloped Buddhist land. It would be of little use for him to use Buddhist classics to enlighten people. He should change his strategy and not just rely on the experience of his predecessors.

Huikong stood up and clasped his hands together solemnly: "I am a poor monk Huikong. I have come to exorcise the evil spirits surrounding this place."

The little girl raised her head and looked at Huikong in confusion: "Is Nemo mentally ill? Where did the evil spirits come from here! Don't those unbearable and terrifying things come from outside the village?"

Huikong was stunned: "A hundred ghosts are parading at night here?"

The little girl scratched her head: "I don't understand what you are saying!"

"By the way! Do you have anything to eat? My family hasn't had a good meal in a long time! It would be great if you had something to eat!"

Huikong was about to answer no, but then he remembered that when he was thrown down, Zheng Qiu seemed to have stuffed something into his arms. He took it out and saw that it was actually two breads. Huikong was not stingy and gave the bread to the little girl directly.

"Please use it, benefactor!"

The little girl laughed, took the cake and turned away.

But before the little girl had taken a few steps, the door of a house suddenly opened, and a skinny young man rushed forward and snatched the bread from the little girl's hand.

The little girl was unwilling and rushed forward to try to get it back. The man kicked the little girl to the ground and began to eat the pancake voraciously, not caring about choking. In an instant, most of the pancake was eaten.

Huikong frowned and stepped forward to protect the little girl: "Why are you doing this, benefactor? She is just a little girl. Aren't you afraid of going to hell for using such heavy hands?"

The skinny man was holding a small piece of bread in his hand, and his throat was choked with pain. He turned around and cursed "idiot" and rushed back to his yard.

There was a footprint on the little girl's clothes, and her face was also dirty. Huikong helped the girl up and dusted off the dust on her body: "Little donor! I have another piece! Take it!"

The little girl seemed to be used to being treated like this. She didn't cry even when she was beaten. But Huikong put the last cake in her hand. Her eyes were red at this time: "Big baldy! Why are you so nice to me? You only have two cakes!"

Huikong smiled and said, "I am Buddha! You can call me a monk! I am not a bald man!"

The little girl was slightly stunned: "You don't even have anything to eat, so why do you care who you are?"

Huikong still had that gentle smile on his face: "The most important thing is not who I am, but to escape from this sea of ​​suffering! There are eight kinds of suffering in life: suffering of birth, suffering of aging, suffering of illness, suffering of death, suffering of separation from loved ones, suffering of meeting with those we hate, suffering of not getting what we want, and suffering of the five aggregates. Those who enter my Buddhist sect will not suffer from the cycle of reincarnation, and can practice to attain the Arhat fruit."

The little girl's eyes sparkled: "If I enter this door of yours, will I not be hungry?"

"It's Buddhism! Those who seek Buddha are not afraid of any suffering!"

"I don't understand what you're saying! But I think you're pretty awesome! Why don't you take me home? I'll melt this pancake into the porridge, and we'll have a good meal together!"

The little girl had her own thoughts. She and her mother were bullied in the village. If there was a boy in the family, their lives would be better.

When Huikong heard Chu's results, he realized that his preaching was paying off, so he told the girl to go ahead and protect him.