i turned into a monster

Chapter 86 Meeting Muscle Bodhisattva Again
After Mrs. Hong's wedding was over, Bai Ze took Bai Yu and others down the mountain on foot, and then prepared to walk back.

By the way, travel to the mountains and play in the water.

After flying around for a long time, you will find that walking on your feet is the greatest romance.

Every step is full of poetry and picturesque.

The most beautiful scenery in the world is often hidden in the most ordinary life. This is the beauty of the world of mortals and the charm of the world.

Finally, they came to a ferry, ready to cross the river by ferry.

At this moment, a commotion broke out on the ferry carrying a group of people slowly approaching from the opposite bank.

"Hmph, I can tell at a glance that you are not human! A bold monster, how dare you steal the sky and change the sun, pretend to be a ferryman here!"

A middle-aged man grabbed the boatman's hand and twisted his arm on his back, preventing him from moving.

"Shangxian, spare your life, Shangxian, spare your life!"

The boatman showed horror on his face, and quickly explained: "Although I am a demon, I have never harmed anyone. I am just a ferryman here."

"shut up!"

The middle-aged man opened his eyes wide with anger, and yelled loudly: "A monster is a monster, how can there be a monster that doesn't harm people? I see that you are mixed in the crowd and have ulterior motives. I will accept you today and do justice for the heavens!"

After finishing speaking, he let go of his hand and took out a mahogany sword from nowhere. He held the sword in his right hand and rubbed the fingers of his left hand on the sword. The mahogany sword shone with a layer of golden light, and then he stabbed at the boatman. .

"No!"

The boatman screamed in horror and wanted to jump into the river to escape, but found that he had been locked and could not move.

He was about to be stabbed to death by a sword.

"Clap!"

Suddenly, a big old hand grabbed the mahogany sword from the side, and then, there was a low and thick sound.

"Amitabha, the boatman didn't harm anyone. Why did the donor be so aggressive and hurt his life?"

I saw a tall old monk appearing with a young monk. The old monk was dressed in shabby cassocks and looked very poor.

Judging from his skeleton, he should have been a muscular monk when he was young, but now he is old and frail, and his muscles have atrophied.

"Monk?"

The middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment, and then sneered: "You are also a cultivator of the human race, and you actually speak for a monster? What is your intention?!"

"Amitabha, the benefactor has made a fortune. As long as he doesn't do evil, monsters have the right to live." The old monk said in a deep voice.

"Hmph, if you are not of my race, their hearts must be different. How can monsters not do evil? You, great monk, have lost your head!"

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, then glared and said: "Get out of the way quickly, otherwise, I will clean up with you."

"Benefactor, calm down."

The old monk said with a look of compassion.

"Let go!"

The middle-aged man scolded, he exerted all his strength to mobilize his mana, and the mahogany sword shone brightly, but he couldn't break free from the old monk's hand.

"Donor, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot."

The old monk's expression was still compassionate.

"Let me go!!"

The middle-aged man got angry, and shouted loudly: "Bold monk, what is your intention to shield the monster, I suspect now..."

"boom!!"

However, before he could finish speaking, the old monk punched him in the face with such force that his entire face was sunken, and the shock wave spread, causing the old monk's tattered cassock and snow-white beard to fly up.

The body of the middle-aged man flew upside down for dozens of meters like a cannonball, fell into the river, and floated on the water without moving.

"Master, you... did you kill someone?" The young monk behind him turned pale with fright.

"Don't worry, he's not dead."

The old monk withdrew his fist indifferently, broke the mahogany sword and threw it on the deck, cursing and saying: "Hmph, do you really have a temper like an old monk? This bull-nosed man doesn't listen to his good words, so he just needs to deal with it!"

"Forehead……"

The corner of the little monk's mouth twitched, he was used to his master's unconventional way.

"Thank you mage, thank you mage!"

The boatman quickly knelt on the ground, thanking Dade, he never imagined that there are such sensible human cultivators these days.

"You don't need to be too polite. Now that your identity has been exposed, you should leave quickly, otherwise your life will be in danger."

The old monk said calmly.

"Yes, yes, Xiao Yao resigns."

The boatman nodded respectfully, then jumped into the river, turned into a carp and disappeared quickly.

But at this moment, the people on board were all terrified, they all shrank their heads and stayed away from the irritable old monk. What they were afraid of was actually a monster.

"See the sky, punting the boat."

The old monk said to the young monk.

"Yes, Master."

The little monk took the boatman's bamboo pole and began to punt the boat. Although he was young and thin, he was surprisingly strong. He easily pushed the boat and rowed slowly towards the opposite ferry.

"Master, why are you always so kind to monsters? Are you born a good person?"

The little monk looked at the master suspiciously.

"Hehe, no, no..."

The old monk laughed at himself, with a hint of memory in his eyes, and sighed: "When I was young, I had a very murderous intention, no different from that person just now, and my morals are higher than his, so the one who died in my hands There are countless monsters...Thinking about it now, it's really a heinous crime."

The little monk asked thoughtfully, "Then how did you change? Could it be because of your uncle?"

As far as he knew, his uncle was a genuinely kind person who was afraid of stepping on ants when he walked.

"No."

The old monk shook his head, with a complicated smile on his face: "Although your senior uncle couldn't understand me killing innocent people indiscriminately and often beat me up, but I didn't take it seriously, I still think monsters are bad and must be killed. "

"Until later, I was abolished by others."

Having said that, there was a smile from the heart on his face.

"More than 400 years ago, I was in this country, and I was severely injured by a mysterious monster, and I escaped."

"More than 300 years ago, I was in this country again, and was seriously injured by an unrivaled monster. That unrivaled monster even destroyed me and exiled me."

"Initially, I was full of resentment and wanted revenge."

"Until suddenly one day, I accidentally discovered that the two encounters I encountered...was the same monster!"

"My heart was touched."

"That monster is so powerful that it could have easily killed me, but it was willing to give me a chance to reform, and it let me live twice. Even the second time, it was actually taken from another group of monsters. Rescued me and, by exile, sent me to safety."

"Gradually, I began to reflect on what he said to me. He said...the murderous intent is too serious to achieve a positive result."

"In fact, your uncle has said this to me many times, but I don't take it seriously, but it's different when you say it from that person."

"As a monster, it has such a compassionate heart, but as a monk, I am so bloodthirsty... Hehe, ashamed!"

"Since then, I've been enlightened."

"I no longer have prejudice against monsters, and I no longer kill monsters when I see them. What I care about is no longer race, but good and evil."

"How are monsters with good intentions different from humans? Since they were born in the world, they naturally have the meaning of existence and the qualifications to survive."

"It is precisely because of this state of mind that after I was abolished from the Taoism of Tianlong Yuce, I actually practiced Bodhi Yuce again. The Taoism is even better than before. Not long ago, I broke through the limit of Bodhi Yuce and reached the ten-thousand-year Taoism .”

The little monk was shocked.

He asked: "Master? Isn't it only the legendary heavenly book that can achieve ten thousand years of Taoism? Jade policy can also be done?!"

The old monk rolled his eyes helplessly, and said with a smile: "Hehe, the monster race has not practiced martial arts, and they can reach the Taoism of more than ten thousand years. Our human race is uniquely blessed, but is it still restricted by the martial arts?"

"The exercises we practice are only auxiliary. Even without the exercises, we can still practice, but not so fast."

The little monk said excitedly: "That is to say, it is possible for me to reach ten thousand years of Taoism in the future?!"

The old monk smiled and nodded: "Anyone has the possibility. Of course, this requires a lot of experience and understanding, and it depends on fate after all."

"That's great, I want to become a powerful person in the future, flying to the sky and escaping from the earth, swimming in the mountains and rivers, hahaha."

The little monk became excited.

But the old monk is very calm, because he knows that the end of the Dharma era is coming, the ceiling is rapidly coming down, his little apprentice was born in the wrong era, and he is destined not to become a powerful person.

But these words, he did not say.

suddenly!

Just as the boat was about to dock, the old monk saw several figures standing on the ferry ahead.

The person at the front had white hair and white clothes that were as snowy as snow. That person smiled and nodded to him.

"This……"

The old monk trembled and opened his mouth wide.

　Our life is a process of reconciliation with the world.

　　In the end, there are no enemies, only old friends.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)