Chapter 57 The little novice in the meditation room
Who is chanting?
Tan Wanjun's mind came to the same thought that Fang Yu had just heard when she heard the chanting.
The difference is that when Fang Yu hears this voice, she always feels very familiar.
As Fang Yu got closer and closer to the Zen room in the inner hall, the voice gradually became clearer.
"There are no worries, so there is no fear. Stay away from upside-down dreams. In the end, the Buddhas of the three times will reach Nirvana. According to Prajnaparamita, they will obtain Anuttarasamyaksambodhi."
After getting closer, Fang Yu discovered that the sound was actually in the Zen room, but because the sound was too low, Fang Yu felt as if it was coming from a distance.
And from this tone, Fang Yu could tell that the owner of the voice seemed to be very weak and felt like he was going to die in the next second.
Fang Yu stepped forward and slowly opened the door of the Zen room, and then saw a bald little novice monk sitting cross-legged on a futon. Next to the futon, a broken pole was scattered on the ground, with traces of black on it.
Bloodstains.
The little novice monk's head was lowered and he was wearing a torn Zen robe. A rag could be clearly seen wrapped around his shoulders and up to his chest. The rag was stained with blood, and he was obviously injured.
And the chanting sound came from the novice monk's lowered head, intermittent, the tone was as ethereal as the wind, but hoarse as a broken gong.
Fang Yu frowned.
Isn't this a familiar voice?
Fang Yu quickly walked around to the little novice monk. The little novice monk knew nothing about Fang Yu's movements. His thin body was still sitting cross-legged and he was chanting sutras feebly.
Fang Yu knelt down and reached out to slowly lift his forehead.
The little novice monk was like a marionette, completely unresponsive and allowed Fang Yu to hold his chin and lift it up.
His lips that were still chanting were unable to chant the sutra because his chin was held up, but his throat was still moving rhythmically, as if he was still chanting, and his mouth made a weak whining sound.
After Fang Yu fully lifted up the face, she discovered that the little novice monk's eyes were completely closed, his face was withered, his lip skin was chapped, and he had completely lost consciousness!
And even in this state of unconsciousness, he was still reciting Buddhist sutras as if talking in his sleep!
What shocked Fang Yu the most was that even though this man was already thin and disfigured, his familiar eyebrows were undoubtedly telling Fang Yu that he was
Wu Wen!
When Fang Yu realized that the little novice in front of her was Wu Wen, she immediately took out something from her pocket, but in fact she took out the perfect elixir (C) from the system backpack, then opened the bottle cork, and pinched Wu Wen directly.
Wen Na's lips were completely glued together, and she poured the medicine into them regardless of the cracked lip skin.
After watching Wu Wen drink all the potion, Fang Yu looked at Wu Wen's almost exhausted state, gritted his teeth, took out the last remaining bottle of elixir, and poured it into his mouth.
.
One bottle of this medicine can directly cure a serious illness. If Fang Yu can't survive after two bottles, then there is really nothing that Fang Yu can do.
When Fang Yu poured the elixir into Wu Wen, Tan Wanjun had already entered the meditation room and saw Fang Yu pouring the elixir that had saved Aunt Pei into the mouth of a young novice monk.
Surprised, she quickly stepped forward and saw Wu Wen with a dead look on his face.
"Is he dead?"
Wu Wen, who was poured with a potion, seemed to be because the potion entered his throat, interrupting the rhythm of his continued chanting, so his throat that was still moving has stopped. Now it seems that he really seems to be dead.
Same.
Fang Yu stretched out her hand and paused under his nose for a while. After feeling the faint breath, he breathed a sigh of relief.
“It’s almost done yet”
After realizing that Wu Wen was still alive, Fang Yu looked at Wu Wen's front. The rag holding her shoulders was diagonally across her chest, and the rag was covered in blood.
He wanted to treat Wu Wen, but Fang Sanduo and the others were still outside at this time, and there were so many corpses inside. It was obviously not the right time.
So, Fang Yu reached out and put together several futons next to her into a mat, then carefully placed Wu Wen on the futon, and then turned back to Tan Wanjun and said.
"I've given him medicine, and it's up to him what happens next. He should be the only one who knows what happens here best. Let's wait until he wakes up to talk about the rest. Now, let's clean up the bodies outside first.
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After hearing Fang Yu's words, Tan Wanjun thought for a while and nodded.
The current situation is just like what Fang Yu said. If you want to know what happened here, you can only find out after Wu Wen wakes up.
but
Tan Wanjun thought of the bottle of elixir that Fang Yu had just fed to Wu Wen.
Fang Yu had mentioned this elixir to her before. It was a very precious healing medicine.
But just now, Fang Yu used it directly on this little novice monk.
She obviously didn't know that the young novice in front of her was Wu Wen, Fang Yu's designated teammate, so Fang Yu would use the elixir without hesitation.
She would only think that Fang Yu gave the little novice monk the elixir to know the truth here.
The so-called truth here is obviously related to the Dawan people. Fang Yu and the Dawan people are incompatible with each other. The only ones who have a relationship are them.
Prince Chang's Mansion and the Dawan people are naturally opposed to each other and have been mortal enemies for hundreds of years.
Fang Yu gave the little novice monk medicine to find out the truth, obviously just for them.
Aunt Pei?
impossible.
He and Aunt Pei didn't interact much along the way. Instead, Aunt Huang and Aunt Pei seemed to get along very well.
Tan Qing?
It's impossible. Although he is the heir, he is still too young. Even if you tell him this kind of thing and ask him to repeat it again, he may not be able to explain it clearly.
So obviously, there is only one answer left
for
When she thought of this, Tan Wanjun couldn't help but suddenly blushed.
No, no, he should just do it for Chu State
But the so-called girlish feelings are always poetry.
Tan Wanjun thought that along the way, Fang Yu had been very kind to her, and she also felt an inexplicable sense of closeness to Fang Yu.
In addition, Fang Yu can easily defeat him with force, he is about the same age, and he looks good.
In fact, as the eldest daughter of Prince Chang's Palace, and because of her mother's flaws, when Tan Wanjun received instruction from her father in the Palace, she always requested it as a man.
Learn to ride a gun, ride a horse, wield a sword with command.
Tan Mingyuan did not let Tan Wanjun practice female beauty at home like other women because she was a daughter, wearing pink and matching flowers.
Living in the wasteland of Xiliang and being the daughter of a general, Tan Mingyuan has treated her directly as a man since he was a child.
But fortunately, Tan Wanjun was different from other women since she was a child. She liked to dance with swords and guns, and she was even more fond of horseback riding. Tan Mingyuan's requirements for her were exactly in line with her personality.
Therefore, she grew up in such an environment, and it was precisely because of this that she became a warrior in the middle stage of Pulse Condensation at such a young age.
She is only one level away from her father, but her combat power is almost the same.
Therefore, even though Tan Wanjun was born as a girl, she was quite young at heart. On the contrary, her courage and courage were even greater than those of a boy.
But she didn't know why, when facing Fang Yu, she would unconsciously show some daughterly attitude.
This made her a little overwhelmed.
Just like it is now.
She turned around and reached out to touch her face. Feeling the hot temperature, she let out a long sigh of helplessness.
Because she had never experienced it before, this unknown feeling made her feel excited and a little scared at the same time.
Suddenly, she was a little afraid to face Fang Yu.
Because now, when she faces Fang Yu, she always doesn't look like herself.
This made her a little panicked.
Tan Wanjun rubbed her face for a while, and after the temperature dropped, she walked out of the temple gate and shouted down the mountain.
"Aunt Pei! Aunt Huang!"
At this time, the sky had begun to darken, and the sound of insects gradually began to sound in the surrounding jungle. Tan Wanjun's voice echoed on the top of the mountain, hollow and quiet.
After hearing Tan Wanjun's voice, on the hillside below, after a while, four people carrying green leaves and dead branches came out from the corner. They all breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Tan Wanjun standing at the top of the mountain.
After flicking the leaves and dead branches off each other, Dai Yuanpei picked up a green caterpillar held by Tan Qing in his hand, skillfully picked off the head and removed the belly, leaving only a layer of skin.
A week of life in the mountains inevitably involves dealing with these things. Under Fang Yu's leadership, even Dai Yuanpei now has a different understanding of these insect beasts.
In their eyes, these insects and beasts are simply divided into those that can be eaten and those that cannot be eaten.
Ignoring the psychological barriers, it is really thanks to these insect beasts that they have maintained their current physical strength during this period.
Sometimes, the nutrients brought by these insects and beasts are not lost to meat.
Put the insect skin into the pocket of her sewn clothes. There were already many insect skins and earthworm skins in the pocket.
They were really busy hiding on the hillside. With Fang Yu's guidance, they still found a lot of "food" in the forest.
After a few people tidied up, they walked back to the temple together.
When he first arrived in front of the temple, he saw Fang Yu coming out of the temple gate, dragging rag bags in his hands. There seemed to be something in them, exuding a disgusting stench.
Tan Wanjun wanted to take action, but Fang Yu refused, including Fang Sanduo.
Naturally, there was a corpse in the pocket.
These corpses have already gone through varying degrees of decomposition, and you have to be very careful when dragging them, otherwise they will be dismembered on the spot accidentally.
Coupled with the smell of rotting corpses and the possible germs, Fang Yu thought she was somewhat resistant to these things, but Tan Wanjun and the others were not.
Therefore, for safety reasons, Fang Yu decided to work harder on her own.
After all, it only stinks to one person.
After listening to Fang Yu's explanation, the few people did not ask for help, but under Fang Yu's guidance, they each had their own tasks.
Fang Yu was responsible for dragging the body to the mountain behind the temple and throwing the body off the cliff.
It was almost dark at this time. If I wanted to dig a hole and fill it in, it would not be worthwhile in terms of time and energy alone.
If it is set on fire, the whole temple will be filled with a "wonderful" smell tonight, and there is also the risk of triggering a wildfire.
Therefore, the best method now is to abandon the corpse in the wilderness and let it degrade naturally.
Fang Yu's hands were wrapped with cloth strips as simple gloves. Before dragging the corpses, she did not forget to touch the corpses of those Dawan people and take out their pockets to make a fortune from the dead.
It makes him feel at ease that he is not of my race.
This time, after searching the corpse, a few taels of silver were found, successfully allowing Fang Yu's originally zero assets to once again become a petty bourgeoisie.<
He dumped the body, while Fang Sanduo and Huang Mei picked up brooms and dustpans and began to clean the outer hall and inner courtyard. After some people died, their bodies lost control and their excrement tilted to the ground, they were covered with dust and then cleaned and thrown away.
At the foot of the mountain.
Tan Wanjun and Dai Yuanpei came to the kitchen, intending to see if there was anything available in the kitchen or to use the kitchen to boil some water.
As a result, after Dai Yuanpei and Tan Wanjun entered the kitchen again, a frightened scream suddenly came from the kitchen. Immediately afterwards, Dai Yuanpei stumbled out of the kitchen and held on to a pillar outside.
, lowered his head and started to retching.
Hearing the scream, Fang Yu immediately put down the body in his hands and rushed into the kitchen with a single stride.
Only Dai Yuanpei came out, Tan Wanjun did not come out together!
As soon as he entered the kitchen, a strange smell hit his nostrils. Fang Yu saw Tan Wanjun standing in front of him blankly. He took a few steps forward and the scene in front of him came into view.
I saw dead bones scattered everywhere on the floor of this room, and the dead bones were white.
On the stove, in the dark fire pit, was a clay pot. There were some rotten and hairy meat in the pot, exuding a disgusting stench.
In the corner of the wall, where the firewood was originally piled, there was now a small statue of heads piled up beside it.
Yes.
It's the head view.
Leaning against the corner, several bald and haired heads were stacked in the corner, their skin and flesh melting, leaking out of the skulls inside, revealing a silent terror.
Tan Wanjun was standing there with her lips tightly closed, staring at the head of the person.
When seeing this, Fang Yu, who had such rich experience, immediately connected everything here with the Dawan people outside.
The bones on the ground are naturally human bones.
So obviously nothing more needs to be said about everything that has happened here.
When Fang Yu came to Tan Wanjun, the moment Tan Wanjun saw him, her whole body suddenly went limp and was about to fall down. Fang Yu quickly stretched out her hand to support her, then supported her weak legs and walked out of the kitchen.
As soon as she went out, Tan Wanjun seemed to have regained strength in her legs and feet because she left the kitchen. When her throat lifted, she quickly pushed Fang Yu away, stepped forward to hold the pillar, and began to retching.
When Dai Yuanpei, who had already calmed down, saw Tan Wanjun's actions, the scene just now came to mind again. Her face turned green. Unable to hold it back, she also held on to the pillar and started retching again.
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Finally, after everything was cleaned up, several people sat together in the meditation room. There were some old beddings on the floor, which were found from their dormitories, and the ones that were relatively clean were picked out.
In the middle of the Zen room, a bonfire was lit, and a large earthen pot was used to boil hot water on the bonfire.
This earthenware jar was an unused earthenware jar that Fang Yu found in the kitchen. There were no signs of use, so they used it to boil water.
The remaining people sat on futons around the bonfire, warming themselves quietly while watching Fang Yu and Wan Jun next to them busy under the firelight.
On the side, Wu Wen was lying on the bed. Fang Yu and Wan Jun, with Tan Wanjun helping Fang Yu, and Fang Yu being the surgeon, were treating Wu Wen's injuries.
No matter how Fang Yu used the burned knife to cut off the dead flesh on his body, Wu Wen's expression did not change at all.
The withered and solemn face, as well as the three bright ring scars on the top of her head, reflected Wu Wen under the firelight, revealing a kind of peace like an eminent monk.
