[BL, MTL] Lamb Trap (Unlimited Flow)

Chapter 49: Mud Buddha (1)

[Ding Dong--]

[Task 1: Find out the real culprit (completed)]

[Task 2: Refuse to get married (completed)]

[Dungeon: Chariots and horses (clearance)]

Lin Huaisheng returned to the dark space.

In the copy, he shaved off his hair, and now he no longer has long hair. Lin Huaisheng stretched his limbs and sat up from the resting bed. The dark space has changed from its previous appearance, although it is still monotonous, it has a warm feeling.

Trainer 751 was silent at the right time, giving Lin Huaisheng time to adapt after returning from the dungeon, but seeing that Lin Huaisheng was still in a daze, he asked again.

"Are you thinking of giving a speech?"

Lin Huaisheng came back to his senses, and said with a smile, "Mr. 751, please stop teasing me."

"Okay."

751 expressed some regret.

"You really stand out in the dungeon. Although I watched the whole process, I still hope you can talk to me in person."

In the days when Lin Huaisheng was away, 751 seemed to have undergone a round of self-learning, and it became It's more like human beings approaching, which makes Lin Huaisheng happier. So Lin Huaisheng cleared his throat and stood still.

"Dear Game, Mr. 751, and other indescribable existences, please let me talk about my personal feelings about this dungeon..."

"Hey."

Like a monotone turning gears, it was 751 who was amused by him .

There was more and more fragrance in the air, Lin Huaisheng carefully identified it, and found that it was the fragrance of jasmine. In that world not long ago, the only place in the entire capital where jasmine was grown was in the ancient temple where Lin Huaisheng became a monk for the last time. Lin Huaisheng thought of the agreement he made with Wen Renyue.

But neither he nor Wen Renyue saw Jasmine next year.

Lin Huaisheng suddenly wanted to ask 751 some questions.

751 showed his generosity: "Please tell me."

"What are the criteria for selecting players for this game?"

"Specially good at acting? Can you devote yourself?" Lin Huaisheng said, "The players I met are very talented in acting, and sometimes they cheat Pass me."

751's compliment was only given to one person: "You are."

"Maybe." 751 replied, "I only have you as a player. I don't know what the other players are."

"Then you I can't help you anymore."

Lin Huaisheng said suddenly.

751 seemed to be stunned, and didn't respond to Lin Huaisheng immediately, but soon, Lin Huaisheng burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry, I brought out the bad habits in the dungeon, are you scared?"

He said this, but 751 understood that it was Lin Huaisheng's little bad intentions sometimes, and 751 felt a little helpless.

"Maybe next time I will be scared."

751 replied following Lin Huaisheng's words.

Lin Huaisheng asked: "Are they really all players? Then it's a bit too proactive, or the players can let go, don't mind having a relationship at any time in each copy, and there is no burden to kiss strangers?"

Lin Huaisheng is true He thought about this question, he didn't think the character of the little princess had so many emotional lines.

This time 751 hesitated for a longer time, he managed to find a word that he learned recently that was more suitable.

"Maybe they are all in love..."

Lin Huaisheng snorted.

"They're all lunatics."

751 stopped talking.

"But I like lunatics."

Lin Huaisheng's evaluation was inconstant, he didn't seem to understand that he could win a person's heart with just a few words.

"A lunatic is always better for people to remember that he lived."

"As long as the lunatic doesn't hurt others, there is nothing wrong with it."

"You seem to admire Jiang Sheyan more."

Lin Huaisheng admitted straightforwardly.

"He is the most upright, who wouldn't admire such a person?"

751 opened his mouth and said, "In fact, after you escaped by feigning death, Jiang Sheyan has been looking for you. He..." 751 can see the whole situation better than Lin Huaisheng. Regarding the development of the entire dungeon, he seemed to want to talk to Lin Huaisheng about Jiang Sheyan's follow-up, but Lin Huaisheng declined.

"Mr. 751, it's okay, this dungeon is over."

"...You're right."

751 now has a little understanding of Lin Huaisheng: "Let's go to the next dungeon."

The electronic screen in the space scrolled again, and the new A copy is created immediately.

[Crossing the river]

Lin Huaisheng thought: "Sounds like an adventure."

But this time the six character cards are different, Lin Huaisheng can directly see the name of each character card, although it is only a few words, it is enough for Lin Huaisheng Make many inferences.

"River gods, Bodhisattvas, villains, pious disciples, ghosts, passers-by..." Lin Huaisheng read out one by one, "Is this a world of gods, Buddhas, and demons?" The

character cards also have a sense of faction division.

This was Lin Huaisheng's guess before. He asked 751 for confirmation, and 751 told him: "Yes."

"Special care." 751 explained the subtle changes in the card draw this time.

"I can still help."

Lin Huaisheng was amused by the serious and lovely Mr. 751. The other party offered a good intention, and if it was sincere, Lin Huaisheng would accept it gratefully.

"I'll choose Bodhisattva."

If there are gods and ghosts, then "crossing the river" will not be easy. Lin Huaisheng finally chose a card that he thought was a good card. Compared with another card of gods, Bodhisattva, he had a little fate with him.

But when he got the character card and saw more detailed information, Lin Huaisheng was speechless.

A mud bodhisattva that does not touch water.

Lin Huaisheng profoundly explained what it means to "use all the organs, but waste all the effort." His card luck has always been so bad, and he will never leave him.

751 was silent, feeling like a black-hearted liar.

"Do you want me to accompany you?"

Lin Huaisheng shook his head. Still the same answer as last time.

751 sent his sincere wishes: "Then, I wish you good luck."

Lin Huaisheng felt that 751 was laughing at him.

...

[This village located in a remote mountain is almost isolated from the outside world. Backwardness is an original sin. People here have the most pious and fanatical beliefs. They create gods and enshrine Bodhisattvas that are only found here and belong to this village. Generations of villagers believe that Bodhisattva can bring them blessings and good luck. ]

[But in recent years, this mountain has been very strange. It has been drought for a long time and there is no rain. Pray for God's help, everyone's food and clothing are problematic. Angry villagers abandoned their old beliefs and converted to the river god, and decided to hold a grand ceremony of praying for rain. As the ceremony draws nearer, conflicts between old and new beliefs occur frequently in the village, and as the backlog of anger pushes to a climax...someone dies. ]

[You are a god who was once betrayed by the believers and cannot protect yourself. Your mana is incomplete, and you are about to fall due to the loss of faith. You are trying to save your followers...]

[Player Lin Huaisheng, enter the dungeon [crossing the river]]

[Ding Dong--]

[Mission 1: Escape from the mountain]

[Mission 2: Find the culprit]

[Reminder: In this round of dungeons, there are faction confrontations among the six character cards, and the foreigner is the only person you can trust. ]

...

After Lin Huaisheng entered the dungeon this time, his consciousness was drowsy, as if he couldn't wake up no matter what. He can only know that he is still alive, but he doesn't know whether he will be resurrected or die after the darkness. It is the darkness he hates the most, and the long nothingness and dead silence.

This is the process of the gods quietly waiting for death after their faith withers, the so-called fall.

Lin Huaisheng's mood turned bad. This dungeon gathered all his least favorite things from the very beginning.

After an unknown period of time, he smelled the smell of inferior fireworks. It was mild at first, but soon it was so smoky that his nose and throat were congested. Lin Huaisheng's consciousness gradually became clear, and then he felt something touching his feet, then his knees and thighs. After a rustling sound, something slowly climbed up and touched Lin Huaisheng's collarbone.

The five senses are recovering, only the vision is blocked, and the other senses are magnified countless times. It was frightening to be honest with the situation right from the start. In a world of gods and ghosts, he doesn't know what is on him now.

Lin Huaisheng stabilized his mind and tried to control his body while perceiving the movement of the other party. But it doesn't seem to be something disgusting and scary.

"His" body temperature is very hot, compared to Lin Huaisheng at this moment, the other party has more vigorous vitality. Something grazed Lin Huaisheng's body, but the force was cautious. The rustling sound was still there, but it suddenly felt gentle. Just like that, the thing touched Lin Huaisheng all over his body, as if it was helping him wipe his body.

Lin Huaisheng felt a slight sway under his body, and the existence jumped down, and then only heard a few knocks, and the smell of fireworks became more intense.

A deep young male voice said: "I will come to see you tomorrow." The

other party left.

Lin Huaisheng realized that what happened just now was that the young man who was like a believer was wiping the dust and paying tribute for him.

And he is a statue of a Bodhisattva.

In the crude incense offered by the other party, Lin Huaisheng on the altar opened his eyes as if he had absorbed the faith.

...

It took Lin Huaisheng some time to understand the current situation before he knew what the so-called "clay bodhisattva" meant.

This temple is small and dilapidated, located deep in the mountains, and there is only one Bodhisattva in the temple. His statue itself was fired from clay pottery and supplemented by painted sculptures. Compared with the treatment that should have been given to the gods and golden statues, it can be described as pitifully shabby.

Lin Huaisheng had a headache, if the "crossing the river" in the dungeon was really a river, then his body would not be the same at all.

But at the moment, it is not known whether the Bodhisattva is about to fall, or the plot has not yet started, Lin Huaisheng can't even break away from the shackles of the statue itself, and can only sit on the altar honestly.

The only person who will come is the young man who wiped the statue.

Every time the other party came, he would bring a handful of incense, lit it with a lighter and put it in the incense burner on the desk. Lin Huaisheng felt that he was about to cough to death, but his believer seemed to know nothing about it. But thanks to him, whether it was the incense he offered or the piety he believed in in his heart, Lin Huaisheng felt that he was gradually recovering his strength, and his status as a Bodhisattva in the dungeon should be "divine power".

It's just that Lin Huaisheng was still imprisoned in the statue itself. Lin Huaisheng hates this feeling of being unable to control his body more than the limitation of the "Mud Bodhisattva". Maybe the whole story outside is over, and he is still trapped on the altar of this small ruined temple.

At this time, Lin Huaisheng felt that the believer who came to offer incense was very close, and wished that the other party would take another large bundle of incense to fumigate him. But it is impossible for that man to be here all the time, so most of the time, Lin Huaisheng himself can only rely on various speculations to pass the time. Among the six character cards, the opponent looks like a "pious disciple" and belongs to the same camp as the "Bodhisattva".

Suddenly, Lin Huaisheng felt a gaze fall on him, and he immediately looked outside.

I saw a man standing under the shadow of a tree outside the temple.

This is the second person Lin Huaisheng saw after entering the dungeon. He didn't go into the temple, but he looked this way from the beginning to the end. Obviously, he also came here specially for the Bodhisattva. Lin Huaisheng saw very clearly that this person's eyes were passing through the temple gate, looking straight at himself on the altar in the temple.

The other party didn't know that Lin Huaisheng had all five senses at this moment. He was indeed looking at a statue from a distance, but that kind of gaze seemed to be that Lin Huaisheng was standing in front of him alive. Lin Huaisheng didn't like this look very much. This enigmatic man stood under the tree for a long time. He seemed to know that someone would come to the temple every day, and he hid in the bushes before that time.

Not long after the man left, it suddenly became dark. It's going to rain soon.

After a few thunderstorms, the rain fell majestically on the ground like a torrent, and the whole temple was smashed until it made continuous noises. Not long after it was almost raining, the young man who had been here a few days ago reappeared on time.

His coat was already soaked, and his hair was tightly pressed against his forehead, showing his sharp and upright facial features more and more. With this appearance, he is handsome no matter how embarrassed he is, but he has the ability to screw everything up. What is more eye-catching than his mess is his expression, his loneliness and crumbling, coupled with the rainstorm, he is like a poor stray dog ​​with a ball of hair, running into the ruined temple, wagging his tail for some warmth. And he wants to draw psychological comfort from his Bodhisattva.

He lit the light on the candlestick first, and climbed up as usual. With just the first footprint, the tribute and the table of the incense burner were dirty. He paused for a moment, then retracted his feet immediately, took off his coat, wiped the table clean first, then threw the coat on the ground, and took off his muddy shoes and socks. Bare feet wiped off the muddy water in the wet coat. The man raised his head and looked directly at Lin Huaisheng. Lin Huaisheng also looked at him, watching his next move.

The man now has only a simple white racer-shaped vest left on his upper body, which can no longer cover the tight honey-colored muscles of his upper arms, but he puts his hands on his hands, avoids the neckline with his wet head, and takes off the last piece of clothing left on his upper body. down. He stood on the desk again. Lin Huaisheng's Bodhisattva statue is made of clay, so it is naturally impossible to make it so tall. The man stands on a slightly shorter desk, but he is almost as tall as Lin Huaisheng, so he can always easily create a statue for his Bodhisattva. Dust.

He acted in a hurry today, and he has already knocked down several discs, but the young man who was very careful in the past didn't care about it at this time. Nothing else could stop him from what he was about to do.

Lin Huaisheng looked at his dripping hair, and he already resisted from the bottom of his heart. If he could move now, his bodhisattva statue would probably run down the altar immediately, far away from the rain-drenched believer.

The man got closer and closer, as if he knew Lin Huaisheng's fear, he only repeated one sentence like a nightmare. "Bodhisattva, don't blame me. The new clothes I put on before going out didn't get wet. I won't hurt you, I won't hurt you... Don't be afraid, I 'm

very careful."

The white vest with the man's body temperature became the tool for wiping Lin Huaisheng today. And the man really did it, without letting a drop of rain fall on him. He wiped the statue every day. Even in this dilapidated small temple, it was actually clean and dust-free, but the man still wiped it for him today. This act has already entrusted his devotion to the Bodhisattva and is full of unique meaning.

And every place where the statue was brushed by the other party, Lin Huaisheng felt the scorching heat flow directly into the inside of the statue, giving him abundant strength.

Under the eyes of the devout, his god is really coming alive bit by bit.

After the daily cleaning was completed, the man didn't put on his vest anymore, so he curled up at Lin Huaisheng's feet with his bare upper body. This is the closest distance between him and the gods. Because the hair was still wet, the man stroked his head back, exposing his forehead and thick sharp eyebrows, and leaned against the Bodhisattva vainly. The unsightly stray dog ​​combed its hair, but it was kind of pitiful to look at carefully. This is the believer at the feet of the Bodhisattva.

The man said lightly: "It's raining."

"It's really raining."

"Others will not come again."

"Bodhisattva, don't be afraid, even if it's just me...you are my Bodhisattva."