Yang Ni was a little strange. Logically speaking, it should be that Cookie discovered that someone else had arrived first and then notified him. Why did the girl have no warning at all this time?

As soon as his thoughts arose, Cookie explained in his spiritual consciousness: "I don't know either. I didn't feel anything at all just now, and this person is so strange. Although I can see him with my eyes, he does not exist in my spiritual sea."

The man in red didn't know the communication between the two. His incubation period was less than 1 minute left. If he hadn't been afraid of Cookie's fireball attack, he might have rushed forward to it at this time.

At this moment, he saw another person coming, and he couldn't think about why he searched for it and there was no trace of anyone, but at this time he came to him.

The man was still far away, and he had already knelt down on the ground again, kowtowing and crying: "Save me, save me."

"Amitabha, donor, get up quickly."

This person calls the Buddha's name, but in fact his voice is extremely immature.

There was a little darkness outside the door. When he came in from there, the three people inside couldn't see him clearly.

It was not until he walked into the room that Yang Ni suddenly realized that this man was actually a bald monk, and he was a monk who was only eleven or twelve years old at most.

The cookies are already very cute, with a slim face, round eyes, white and tender skin, and bright red mouth, which is the standard loli appearance.

But this little monk is even cuter than her.

He was wearing a dark yellow cassock that looked slightly wide and long, and had a large patch on his shoulders. He stood on his chest with his hands in his arms. He looked at the man in red kneeling on the ground, and a look of unbearableness appeared on his face.

To describe this little monk, one word is enough, that is "round".

His head is also round, his face is also round, his eyes are also round, his hands are even round, and even his belly is round.

Yang Ni had no words yet. Cookie's eyes lit up at first, and she unconsciously opened her mouth and said, "Wow, what a cute little brother!"

This is the first death she met even younger than herself since entering Huangquan Street.

The man in red couldn't care about anything cute or not at this moment, and he still kept his kneeling position. Even so, the little monk had just reached his chest.

He cried and said, "Master, my incubation period is only a few dozen seconds. If you don't save me, I will die here."

The little monk sighed slightly: "Oh, Amitabha, why is life happy, and why is death hard? All of this is just a bubble illusion."

When he said this, he was not artificial at all, and it was a kind of self-expression.

The man in red rolled his eyes and continued to cry, "Master, it doesn't matter if I die, but I still have a family of old and young people. I came to this ghost place because I couldn't let go of them."

The young monk sighed again and continued, "No gathering without fate, no debt, no love, no desire, just join the monk."

He kept walking forward as he said this. Although his steps were small and his speed was not fast, he was very firm and showed no hesitation at all.

When the whole sentence was finished, he had already walked in front of the man.

The man in red was stunned by what he said, and even forgot to cry.

But then, the little monk stretched out his white and fleshy little hand, tiptoed slightly, and gently pressed his hand on the forehead of the man in red.

Cookie spoke again and reminded: "Hey, little monk, be careful, that guy has smallpox virus on his body!"

The little monk was unmoved, and his palm still fell on his forehead.

"You, you..." Cookie stomped her feet in anger.

The man in red had tears on his face, and he still had an incredible expression.

The little monk slowly took his hand back: "Amitabha, cut flesh and feed eagles, sacrificed his life to feed tigers, who would go to hell if I don't go to hell?"

For a moment, no sound was made in this small circular room.

Cookie said to Yang Ni in his spiritual sense: "Time has come. It seems that he can live another 10 minutes. It's just a pity that cute little monk. You said he is not a little fool."

Yang Ni took a step forward, broke the silence, and asked, "Children, you have also been infected with the sky. What are your plans next?"

Unlike cookies, Yang Ni knows something very well.

This is a game with difficulty of 8. There is no more difficulty than this on Huangquan Street. Similarly, those who can be selected and have the confidence to enter this game are not incompetent people.

You should know that Yang Ni won five games in a row before he received the game of Plum Blossom 8. Therefore, we can draw the conclusion that the man in red is not as incompetent as he is, and the young monk is not as harmless as he looks.

The little monk looked up at the direction of the two, with no slight slight sensation on his face, and he said calmly: "Everything is done as it will happen."

Seeing that the little monk didn't care, Yang Ni nodded, signaled to Cookie and turned around and left.

Cookie asked in her spiritual sense as she walked, “Will there be any problem keeping them together?”

Yang Ni said: "The little monk is a little bit enchanted. Let him see some things with his own eyes. There is nothing here, but there is no lack of cruelty."

The two of them did not go far, but instead took the cover of a "z" corner and observed here carefully.

Sure enough, after doing all this, the little monk turned around and was about to leave.

Behind him, the man in red had a flash of eyes and a struggled expression appeared on his face, but this struggle only took a short moment and soon returned to normal.

He first looked back at Yang Ni, where Cookie left, confirmed that the two had walked away, then slowly stood up, opened his mouth and said, "Master, wait a moment."

The little monk stopped, looked back and said lightly: "What else do you have to give me advice?"

The man in red patted the dust on his clothes, his voice no longer had the panic he had before and said, "Master, I don't understand one thing, I want to ask for advice."

The little monk raised his eyelids slightly and replied, "If you have any questions, please tell me."

The man in red asked, "You mentioned just now that you cut flesh and feed the eagle and sacrificed yourself to feed the tiger. I wonder what the outcome of these two people?"

These two Buddhist stories are introductory and almost everyone knows, but many people just know that there is such a thing, but few people know the final result.

The young monk still answered seriously: "The Buddha calls his own flesh a pigeon meat to repay the goshawks, and the meat is gone and the flesh is flat. Mahasattva Qing killed his body, and his blood is gone and his bones are clean, and he devoted himself to Tushita."

The man in red nodded and continued to ask, "Then they all became Buddhas after they died?"
Chapter completed!