The Dharma Sea of ​​the Green Snake

Chapter 436
In the evening, the sun sets.

"it is finally over!"

After dismissing all the pilgrims, Pei Wende finally stretched himself, and no longer had to worry about his image in front of outsiders.

"You're just wasting your time."

Appearing quietly behind Pei Wende, Xiaoqing with a cold expression remained elusive as usual.

"For those vulgar mortals, I wasted my time in cultivation."

"If you can use these wasted hours of the day to practice, your progress will only be faster and more obvious."

Shaking his head without looking back, Pei Wende retorted with a smile on his face.

"You don't understand, this is a way of my practice."

"Besides, my life has never been all about cultivation. Haven't you realized this yourself?"

It's rare that he didn't complain about Pei Wende, because the current Xiaoqing has indeed changed a lot.

Compared with the snake demon who only wanted to practice longevity at the beginning, Xiaoqing now has too many "human" desires.

"Hmph, that's without affecting your own practice."

After a brief silence, Xiao Qing, with a milder expression, crossed the incense table and sat opposite Pei Wende.

"If I'm not mistaken, you used the 'Fate Art' again today?"

"Fate" is one of mountains, medicine, fate, fortune-telling, and divination, and it is also the secret of Taoism.

When Pei Wende devoured Dan Chenzi's primordial spirit, he also obtained many Taoist secret arts from the other party's memory by the way—the fate art was one of them.

"You should know that frequently tampering with other people's fate will bring disaster to yourself!"

The sentence pattern is obviously questionable, but Xiaoqing adopts a positive tone here.

People who practice "fate" usually have the ability to observe the fate of others.

And since he can observe the fate of others, he can't help but tamper with their fate.

This practice of "changing fate against the sky" is the instinct of all fate practitioners, and it is also their own irreversible fate.

"No way, you can't let me die, can you?"

Sighing slightly, Pei Wende did not continue to quibble, but very helplessly stated the facts he had observed.

"Knowing that the old woman will encounter wolves after going down the mountain..."

"And I can change this fate by letting her stay in the temple for one night. How could I not do that?"

The backlash of "Fate Art" is real. Although Pei Wende doesn't know how this weird mechanism is formed, all the seniors who practice Fate Art have proved this point with their own experience.

Therefore, what Pei Wende can do is to change certain tragic endings while minimizing the impact as much as possible.

"As for the so-called disaster?"

"It's a big deal, I'll be unlucky again tomorrow, anyway, it won't affect me much."

Pei Wende, who was used to it, said so, but Xiaoqing was staring at him intently.

"That's because you are an extraordinary person, and you have meritorious deeds to protect yourself..."

"However, have you ever thought that if the 'grandmother' you are talking about is an existence capable of affecting the general situation of the world, how much disaster will it bring you if she escapes the fate of 'mortal death'?"

When she said this, Xiaoqing's voice was calm and indifferent.

Because now she is no longer the ignorant monster she was back then, and she also has her own clear understanding of this world.

"Do you still remember what happened to Yuan Tiangang, the last master of Taoist fate?"

"As a Daoist cultivator with a great achievement in primordial spirit, he unexpectedly died at the end of his life when he was less than a hundred years old. Even after his death, even the primordial spirit was sent to the underworld for reincarnation by ghost messengers."

"Do you want to end up like him too?"

Facing Xiaoqing's questioning, Pei Wende could only laugh forcefully.

"It's just a legend after all. Maybe Yuan Tiangang is hiding in a Taoist temple in Zhongnan Mountain right now?"

"Anyway, I know in my heart that I will definitely not put myself in danger."

Not knowing whether she believed it or not, Xiaoqing stared at Pei Wende expressionlessly for a long time before she looked away and said softly.

"You know it yourself."

"Then continue to search tonight?"

Seeing that this embarrassing topic was finally successfully transferred, Pei Wende naturally gave an affirmative answer.

"Definitely continue! I have a hunch that I must find that guy tonight!"

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Ciguang Temple is a wild mountain temple in the Weishan area of ​​Tanzhou.

This temple is said to be a Buddhist temple built by Liang Wudi Xiao Yan himself during the Southern and Northern Dynasties.

As for whether such a statement is true, no one knows.

After all, the legendary Emperor Wu of Liang was a fanatic who became a monk three times and was redeemed by ministers three times. It is not surprising that he built Buddhist temples anywhere during his reign.

Even the commandment that monks should not touch meat was customized and promoted by this pious emperor.

Since the end of the Northern and Southern Dynasties and the Sui and Tang dynasties unified the Central Plains, this place has gradually fallen into ruins.

Especially in this day and age, most of the time, Ciguang Temple has been reduced to a place where scholars who come to Beijing to take the exam, or wandering monks who wander here temporarily stay.

However, this situation has changed in recent times.

Because a famine is spreading across the entire territory of the Tang Dynasty, countless refugees fleeing from the famine, either actively or passively, have to live in the wilderness.

In contrast, although the Ci'en Temple is dilapidated, it can be regarded as retaining a complete main structure.

For those refugees who just need a place to shelter from the wind and rain, this is tantamount to a gift from heaven.

It's just that this gift from heaven is not something ordinary refugees can enjoy.

Just like now...

"There's a temple here!"

Accompanied by a loud call, a burly man with a hideous scar on his face appeared at the gate of the temple.

And behind him, men with knives and guns, and last time a wooden stick in their hands followed closely behind.

Obviously, after several months of raiding, this group of fellow refugees has given up conscience and the law, and has become one of the gangsters entrenched on the way to escape.

"The old rule is that the men are killed and the women are kept, and the remaining old and weak women and children serve as 'rations' when necessary."

After saying this, the fierce-looking strong man pushed open the gate of the temple and rushed in.

And the gangsters who followed him cheered as usual, looking forward to the upcoming "bump harvest".

For them, human nature has become a burden to survival.

But the thugs who were immersed in the carnival didn't see it. Just as they rushed into the temple collectively, the headless Wei Tuo, who was guarding outside the temple, quietly lowered his raised arm.

For monsters, this is also a carnival.

—Recommendation ticket—/—Monthly ticket—

(End of this chapter)