[BL, MTL] Lamb Trap (Unlimited Flow)

Chapter 57: Mud Buddha (9)

When they entered the village, they found that the situation was worse than expected.

The flood seems to have just receded from here. The land is not only muddy, but also has silt and gravel brought in from other places.

Seeing that the God of the River quickly rescued Zhao You who almost fell into the mud, Lin Huaisheng stretched out his hand to Wang Yang beside him.

Wang Yang hesitated, but he still responded to Lin Huaisheng.

"...Why?"

Lin Huaisheng said, "Pull me."

Wang Yang froze, his gaze seemed as if Lin Huaisheng was saying something unbelievable, but when Lin Huaisheng looked at him, he averted his eyes again. I don't know whether it's the character of Wang Yang who is so awkward, or the personality of the player who plays him.

If it is a player, such an awkward player, but can interpret the character so well, never showing any behavior that belongs to the player?

So far, Lin Huaisheng has never encountered anyone who actively disclosed that he is a player in order to seek cooperation or alliance.

Lin Huaisheng smiled and withdrew his hand.

The next moment, the cloak wrapped around the armbands flew in front of Wang Yang.

"If you don't want to touch my hand, then hold it."

Wang Yang's eyes flickered, he wanted to say something, but Lin Huaisheng had already looked forward, seeing this, Wang Yang also pursed his lips to restrain his emotions. This time he didn't reject the kindness of the gods, he held the corner of the cloak, but it was inappropriate to say or hold it, the force was very light, and he was afraid that the cloak would slip from his palm if he didn't pay attention. But it was the light traction that led Wang Yang to walk on the ground in the ruins.

The village was completely unrecognizable, and the crooked houses seen at the entrance of the village looked more like guides with ulterior motives, telling people who would come back to the village that this was the place they were looking for. When Lin Huaisheng and the others walked in, the mud and sand carried by the flood spread over the village exaggeratedly. In the most extreme place, only the roofs of the original two rows of houses were exposed, and the wall structure was completely buried by the mud and sand. The terrain was raised several meters for no reason. But there are places where this is not the case. The four of them can still identify the original house through the remaining foundations. In a small village, there is often a height difference of a few meters between a dozen or so steps, and all the mud under your feet is effortless. Even if the river god and the Bodhisattva each bring a mortal, they are cautious and cautious during the journey.

Before they could identify where Wang Yang's house was, they arrived at the border of the village first. Not far away was the rushing river.

The God of the River and Zhao You were in front, and Lin Huaisheng and Wang Yang approached, and found that God of the River used magic to hold Zhao You by the back of his collar, with his toes floating on the ground. To be honest, this posture is a bit embarrassing, but Zhao You can still swing his feet when he is bored, and he looks like a salted fish for a tour group. After reading it, Wang Yang couldn't help looking at the cloak between himself and the Bodhisattva again, feeling a sense of comparative happiness spontaneously.

After approaching the river, the river god's face was slightly solemn.

"It's a little strange.

The river god is in charge of water, and he knows the rivers of this mountain very well, but he has hesitation in his expression at the moment.

"It doesn't seem to be a river..."

Zhao You also stretched his neck, and he said Starting from the perspective of an ordinary person.

" Don't you think the river is too blue? When looking down on

the mountain, they were only shocked and terrified by the long river like a moat, and didn't pay attention to other things at that time.

Lin Huaisheng suggested: "Since we are all here, it is better to take a closer look. If you want to leave the mountain, come here now." It seems that we must ford this river. "

Lin Huaisheng deliberately stated the first task of this dungeon to test other reactions.

Wang Yang and Zhao You's expressions didn't change much, only the God of the River looked back at Lin Huaisheng, his eyes seemed complicated. Lin Huaisheng kept it in his heart.

Suddenly, the cloth twitched Lin Huaisheng's arm, and Wang Yang ran forward first.

"There is someone in front."

After he finished speaking, he also felt the strength of the drape, and realized that there was still such a bond between him and the Bodhisattva. Without saying a word, Wang Yang pulled Lin Huaisheng's arm and rushed to the river.

On the way to the river, there were only broken tree trunks and silt. They saw that there were indeed people by the river, and they looked like villagers in the village.

These villagers also had symptoms after being exposed to the rain. There was no visible flesh on their bodies, and their exposed skeletons were mixed black and white. There were also abnormal protrusions in them, as if spores were growing attached to them. They're on the run, but sadly, they don't even understand the real cause of the mutation, so everything they see in the rain seems to be the killer.

"Escape...!"

"We have to escape, we have to escape!"

Accompanied by screams, their bodies were almost twisted to an indescribable degree due to the pain of losing flesh, and then, Lin Huaisheng and his party watched this scene helplessly Several villagers seemed to be enlightened suddenly, and jumped into the river one after another, trying to escape by swimming.

Zhao You subconsciously wanted to hold them back, but River God reprimanded him.

"Don't go!"

"There are no shadows or footprints on the ground, they are not even monsters, they are just a few phantoms."

Lin Huaisheng continued: "They are the 'bait' of this river."

"In this way Lured us to come closer to save people like this."

Zhao You was shocked: "Is this river conscious? Has it become a monster?" The

river god shook his head: "I don't know." The

god's face was a little ugly: "I don't know what it is . Something, but definitely not river water."

"And this river is not only blue, but also clear and clean. Where did so many trees, sand, and even dead animals and humans go?"

Wang Yang's added words made everyone even more horrified.

During the words, the few villagers just now appeared by the river again, mechanically repeating the process of jumping into the river, but maybe this is the picture of their last moment before they died. Surviving in pain, they really thought they could get through this river.

Unknowingly, the four of them had already watched several rounds, but none of these villagers' dead bodies surfaced on the river surface.

Zhao You had the courage to pick up a dead leaf. Lin Huaisheng helped him beat the dead leaf to the surface of the water, but even with such a light weight, the river would not bear it at all. There was nothing on the surface of the river, and there were waves gently blowing with the wind.

A few people understood a little bit that this river might not allow anything to cross.

Back in the village, the atmosphere is even more astringent.

Wang Yang lowered his head, his expression was the most complicated among them. Although these neighbors in the village yelled at him not long ago for a statue of a god, Wang Yang has actually lived here for twenty years, and he can't be completely cold-hearted about the encounters with these faces that can be seen day and night.

But at this time, he was slow to realize that he was still clasping hands with the Bodhisattva, and the panic just now turned out to be against the rules. Wang Yang was even more uncomfortable than the Bodhisattva himself. He convinced himself that the Bodhisattva Clay could not It's extremely delicate to be in the water, how can I, a mortal, take good care of such an ancestor who needs to be confessed.

The two hands parted silently, and Wang Yang let go, but the shawl that was still clutched subconsciously became the only proof that the two had an unwarranted relationship.

Wang Yang tugged on the cloak, which naturally aroused the question of the god.

Wang Yang's voice was a little muffled.

"Over there, I see my house."

Lin Huaisheng followed his hand, but his line of sight was blocked by the end of the shawl hanging from his palm, and at first glance it seemed a little unreal. Things moved according to his heart, and he saw Pibo slipping out of Wang Yang's palm. Wang Yang was taken aback, and subconsciously made a gesture of clenching his fist to hold him back, but Pibo played mischievously with him, rubbed his wrist twice before he was relieved. When it was divided, it was obviously light yellow in color, but in the end it looked like a nondescript red thread on his wrist.

Wang Yang went to see the Bodhisattva.

The Bodhisattva said, "It's blocking the eyes."

Does he know that this tone is a bit coquettish and domineering?

Wang Yang turned his head hastily, not knowing if he responded to this.

He once looked at the Bodhisattva, from the golden body to the statue, but it may not be as good as this moment.

...

The group of people went in the direction pointed by Wang Yang, and passed by the altar for praying for rain. It almost remained the same as it was when the flood happened. It was only half a day, but it felt like a world away.

Lin Huaisheng was careful, and mentioned: "The charred corpses of the villagers around the altar disappeared."

Soon, the Wang family arrived.

This turned out to be the best-preserved place in the whole village. At first glance, only one wall was crooked, and the roof had a few holes. Right now there is no need for any keys, everyone just kicked the door and entered, Wang Yang walked in front and led the others straight to the cellar.

The cellar is hidden and large, and even from the perspective of construction level, it takes a lot of effort. Compared with the flat brick house in the mountains, it forms a strong contrast.

After Zhao You entered the house, he was put down by the God of the River. He patted Wang Yang on the back to express his shock to his good brother's family.

"Is your family building some kind of huge vault! I lived here for a few days, and I didn't find this cellar for a whole day."

Wang Yang didn't turn his head back: "It's strange that you can find it." After the words

fell, He added it himself.

"It's not wrong to say that it's a vault."

At the end of the cellar, there was a large boxy wooden box, and the joints of each piece of wood were nailed with nails. There were tools in the cellar. Wang Yang pried open a row of long nails and suddenly opened the top of the wooden box. Immediately, the room was flooded with light, and a golden statue of Bodhisattva was vividly displayed in the simple wooden box.

Zhao You knew that Buddhist temples and Taoist temples in some places also used gold to cast god statues. He knew that he knew it, and he was still stunned when he saw the golden body Bodhisattva for the first time.

"Too..."

He didn't say what was too much in the end.

Wang Yang also looked down.

Obviously the more vivid bodhisattvas are behind, but the one in front of Wang Yang is most accustomed to seeing them. But which human being in this mountain village has not looked up to the Bodhisattva ignorantly since he was an ignorant child? Year after year, life after life, the eyes change from clear to cloudy. Those who change are believers, but those who remain unchanged are Bodhisattvas. Wang Yang immediately thought of his childhood. Like all children, he was hugged and led by his parents, kowtowed to the Bodhisattva for the first time on the futon, and his faith began from then on.

But there are hundreds of believers for thousands of years, and the Bodhisattva really let them get their wishes one by one?

If there is, then why is he, Wang Yang, the only one left.

Rather than saying that he abandoned God, it is better to say that the Bodhisattva abandoned him.

It would be great if there were no more Bodhisattvas in this world...

There should be no Bodhisattvas in this world... At some point

, Wang Yang's upper body was almost stuck into the wooden box, his hand had already touched the statue, and he was carving Lin Huaisheng's face The statue of the Bodhisattva lingers around the neck, as if it can kill the Bodhisattva and kill the gods.

Zhao You desperately pulled his companion.

"Wang Yang! Wang Yang, are you crazy? Hey!"

"Ah--! Wang Yang, have you used all your breastfeeding strength?" Zhao You complained with distorted facial features, "It's because my breastfeeding strength is so fast I did it...!"

Lin Huaisheng said: "He was captured by the statue." The

River God looked sideways: "What happened?"

Lin Huaisheng could only say: "I don't know."

"I have been stripped from the golden body for too long, I don't know what happened What? Save people first, be careful."

River God said yes. The two gods rushed forward, instead of Zhao You, they controlled Wang Yang on the left and the right respectively. Wang Yang turned his head and showed a beast-like fierce gaze. He still has the appearance of a human, but it seems that something else lives inside. Wang Yang's strength also increased, but he was no match for the gods after all. The river god pinched him, and Wang Yang flew out from the wooden box. The Bodhisattva's cloak flew away with it, and changed into a soft and wide spiritual gauze halfway, wrapping around Wang Yang's waist several times. Wang Yang staggered a few steps, and when his eyes gradually cleared up, he saw the Bodhisattva flying towards him. The Bodhisattva's cloak was entangled with him in different forms, as if it was indeed an exclusive bond between them.

Lin Huaisheng asked: "Wang Yang, are you okay?"

Listen, the Bodhisattva asked seriously, but he was full of charm. Wang Yang felt ashamed for himself, so he answered cautiously.

"...Well."

But at this moment, the mutation happened again. The River God was also bewitched by the golden body in the box, but he was more restrained than Wang Yang. His golden eyes flickered, and he just sat beside the wooden box and looked down quietly, but when Zhao You wanted to pull him, the God of the River suddenly changed his attitude, and Zhao You was directly knocked out. Lin Huaisheng hurriedly rescued this one again, and looked at the River God again, his eyes were already glowing with a dim light, completely becoming a puppet of the golden body. Only the gods can stop the gods, and a great war is inevitable.

Wang Yang thought of Lin Huaisheng's disadvantage, and wanted to stretch out his hand to pull him.

"Don't go!" But

even the cloak tied around his wrist couldn't hold back.

The two gods fought, the cellar trembled, Lin Huaisheng still restrained and evaded, but the river god didn't care. No matter how well the Wang family's cellar was built, it was only human power after all. The roof of the cellar cracked and broken stones fell under the influence of the river god's several spells, so Lin Huaisheng wanted to protect Wang Yang and Zhao You again. In the end, Lin Huaisheng almost exhausted all his energy to wake up the river god.

The umbrella surface was ticking, and the rain had been seeping from the cracked roof into the cellar, and now it was falling on Lin Huaisheng's umbrella surface. Lin Huaisheng was very tired and could hardly maintain the arrogance of a god. He put his hands on his knees for a while before he slowly straightened up.

Wang Yang quickly helped him, seeing that Lin Huaisheng's hand holding the umbrella handle was trembling, his heart was hit hard, and he quickly took the umbrella to support him.

The River God was also in a panic, he fell to the ground, only his golden eyes were staring blankly at the Bodhisattva in front of him, and after a while, he slowly sat up on the ground.

"Sorry."

He felt ashamed to face Lin Huaisheng.

Zhao You now felt that what was contained in the wooden box was no longer a golden body, but a time bomb.

"It's so terrifying, can even a god be tricked..."

Now, several people deliberately kept a certain distance from that box, so as not to be bewitched by the golden body again.

Lin Huaisheng explained for the God of the River: "Because the villagers have not given the God of the River a container to hold the soul, you can imagine it as a rootless duckweed, but this statue is branded with the belief of worshiping the gods but has no owner. It is difficult for the God of the River to restrain himself. Its attraction." The

God of the River only said: "I was careless."

Wang Yang's face was not good: "Before Sui Lin wanted to steal the statue, I came here after I drove him away, and he was not affected at that time... ...It is very likely that the box was opened."

Zhao You asked: "Then this statue... Do we still want it?"

If you go back empty-handed, you are obviously not reconciled.

Lin Huaisheng suddenly said: "Zhao You, when you and Wang Yang opened the box just now, did you see the golden body?"

When asked about it suddenly, Zhao You was also a little uncertain: "Have you seen it?"

Lin Huaisheng said, "I'm afraid I will trouble you to close the lid of the wooden box. The reason for this is also related to you being an outsider. All curses and traps will have no effect on you, Zhao You, you are the only special existence here."

Zhao You was praised by the Bodhisattva, a little confused, and said, "I'm so useful..."

Wang Yang stabbed him like a silly dog: "It's also because you are the best, so you can wake up if you really fall into it."

Zhao You made a face at the other party, and then walked over. When he passed by the hammer, he picked it up and asked the person behind him. A few people: "Then shall I nail it again?"

No objection came from behind.

Zhao You made a deliberate circle and came to the side where the wooden box was flipped. He turned his back to the golden body in the box, and carefully groped to the edge of the wooden cover. Immediately, Lin Huaisheng and the others heard Zhao You ouch.

Several people suddenly became nervous, Wang Yang shouted: "What's wrong!"

Zhao You said: "The iron nails are holding hands!" He was

speechless for a while.

And Zhao You was just talking. Without hesitation, he grasped the corner without the nails and turned the board back in reverse. The rain was running in threads, and there were puddles in the cellar. They were standing not far from the water. Seeing this, the God of the River wanted to remind Lin Huaisheng to move away. Over there, Zhao You was about to close the wooden box, but Lin Huaisheng suddenly took a step forward, stepping out of the umbrella.

"Bodhisattva!"

"Huaisheng!"

Both the river god and Wang Yang were terrified, and Wang Yang even subconsciously pulled Lin Huaisheng back with a cloak, but the cloak slipped from his wrist and floated on the depression.

It was the Bodhisattva himself who first came into contact with the rain than the Bodhisattva's clothes. The rain hit the Bodhisattva's white shoulders and formed new puddles at the collarbone.

Lin Huaisheng raised his head, his eyes lost all brilliance, and his right arm began to have cracks. The life of the gods is grand and magnificent, and at this moment, it is also falling apart like a magnificent but annihilated building. God has no pain, only death, and in the process of death, Lin Huaisheng walked towards the golden body step by step.

No one thought that the Calm Bodhisattva who had been blocking others would suddenly be tricked at the end.

The God of the River shouted to Zhao You: "Close the wooden boards! Quick!"

At the same time, he tore off his robe and flew it to cover Lin Huaisheng's clay bodhisattva body. And Wang Yang also ran over and used an umbrella to cover Lin Huaisheng.

In response, Zhao You quickly covered the wooden boards, covering the last ray of light from the golden body.

But it's too late.

Lin Huaisheng was on the verge of falling, and finally fell on Wang Yang's shoulder. His face was like a painted sculpture that melted in water, and all the colors faded away, leaving only the haggard yellow mud.

He Shen's voice was tight: "It's too late..."

He was full of regret for his negligence. It is difficult for mortals to resist the temptation, and the new god who has nowhere to live wants a container, and this golden body originally belonged to the Bodhisattva, and the influence on the Bodhisattva is only profound. Why did he never think of it?

Wang Yang suddenly turned around.

His eyes were scarlet again, but it was different from before. At this time, no matter how angry he was, he was powerless. Wang Yang knelt on the ground, hugged the Bodhisattva who was gradually turning into mud, and asked the river god softly.

"Aren't you a god... Shouldn't gods be omnipotent?"

The doubts of these words lingered in Wang Yang's mind again after many years.

The river god narrowed his eyes.

"How can I save him? I can't even touch him."

Wang Yang heard something strange, his expression suddenly changed, distorted by ecstasy: "You have a way, right!" The

river god looked unpredictable.

"For every god born of faith, there is only oneself above the altar, and there are only believers under the altar. Mortals have reincarnation, and gods have only one temple. Your bodhisattva has a good temper, except In addition to being born with compassion, you should also be grateful for the original intention of building that Bodhisattva temple for him."

"All the best things used to be used to decorate the seat of the Bodhisattva, and all the incense is only for the Bodhisattva. What he got is all .If human beings foolishly build another god in the temple for thousands of years, you can see whether the one sitting on the altar now cherishes the common people or destroys the common people."

"Gods are the most possessive existence, They do not allow their believers to rebel against the gods, nor do they accept sharing the temple with other gods. Gods always come and die alone. The Bodhisattva is dying now, how can I save him?"

Wang Yang gritted his teeth: "Then where are you now ? What are you talking about, nonsense?"

He Shenru shook his head as he looked at a stubborn and hard-to-teach idiot.

"You still don't understand what I mean?"

Zhao You interjected cautiously: "You mean, you only need to occupy half of the Bodhisattva Temple and be enshrined with the Bodhisattva Huaisheng...?"

Wang Yang was startled suddenly, He blurted out: "But the two gods who worship together are-"

"They are both husband and wife gods." The

River God answered.

The river god squinted at Wang Yang on the ground, perhaps he was looking at the dying god in the other's arms.

"Do you think I can do it?" It

was as if a god was asking a human being, but none of the two people present could respond.

Wang Yang hugged Lin Huaisheng tightly, but what his fingers touched was no longer real flesh. He clenched it too tightly, there were mud lumps between his fingers, his shoulders were even more broken, and he hurt the Bodhisattva even more. Wang Yang didn't dare to hug the Bodhisattva anymore, but if he didn't hug the Bodhisattva, it seemed that he would really want him to die.

After some time, Wang Yang asked.

"If you marry him...he will be fine, won't he?"

River God said yes.

"When the gods get married, the gods and souls will completely open and tolerate each other, and I will be able to force the rain out of his body, and protect him from this worry in the future."

"Okay."

Zhao You was shocked: "Wang Yang...!"

Zhao You You always feel that this should not be answered, not because they suspect that the River God has ulterior motives, but because they cannot make decisions for the Bodhisattva.

"He is going to die."

Wang Yang only said this, but Zhao You was irrefutable.

After making up his mind, Wang Yang had a kind of madness to go all out. He looked up at the God of the River and said, "After the Bodhisattva woke up, he said it was my idea.

"

"Mortal, you have only seen the compassion of the Bodhisattva, but the mercy of the gods is also a kind of ruthlessness, he will not care."

"And by then, Huaisheng will be my wife, so I should explain it to me."

Wang Wang Yang twitched the corners of his mouth, but his smile was ugly. He said nothing more.

But the God of the River said: "By the way, mortal, since you agree, please do me a favor."

"I need a soul-soul fellowship with the Bodhisattva, but I can't meet him. You once believed in the Bodhisattva. This atheism is better, the Bodhisattva has always been merciful, and will tolerate and accept you. Let me borrow your body for a while, so that I can meet Huaisheng."

Wang Yang was not allowed to think, and a golden long hair stretched out from the palm of the river god The beard pierced Wang Yang's heart in an instant.

"Wang Yang!"

Wang Yang lowered his head, only to feel that he was like an ant being nailed up. The next moment, another phantom body of the river god's soul pierced into Wang Yang's flesh and blood. Wang Yang opened his mouth, but heard his own words. The voice speaks the tone of the river god.

"It won't hurt, don't worry."

He was startled, and looked at the river god not far away. The other party was obviously not close, but Wang Yang felt that his body was being occupied by another more powerful spirit. His consciousness began to be illusory, and his body was controlled by himself and the river god.

Wang Yang put Lin Huai on the ground without water all his life, and he was still the river god, bending over and completely covering the Bodhisattva under his body, without pressing down on the Bodhisattva at all. Wang Yang kissed the Bodhisattva's lips involuntarily, it was cold, and there was the smell of mud and dust. But his body never moved away, kneeling on Lin Huaisheng's body, kissing him repeatedly.

In the distance, the river god's palm pierced one after another of his soul's condensation. These things like tentacles and vines pierced Wang Yang's body. His limbs and heart were all controlled by the gods, and he manipulated a scene. A charming and weird marriage.

Wang Yang's hands are covered with golden god's silk threads, and now he is covering the Bodhisattva's face with such hands. The face of the Bodhisattva seemed to have a little light. What Wang Yang thought was the first time he was rescued by the Bodhisattva when he was about to die on the altar. It turned out that he believed in God and abandoned God, but when he thought of the Bodhisattva in his heart, it was this sight that made him come true. Ten thousand years.

Does the Bodhisattva live because of him? He contributed his body and his lips, and Wang Yang couldn't help but kiss deeper. Covering the Bodhisattva's side face with his hands, he was gentle and eager, with sincere emotion, and the river god gave him an excuse to get married.

Lin Huaisheng's face gradually came back to life from the clay sculpture, with whiteness and pinkness. Finally, Wang Yang touched his real lips and sucked them lightly. In the distance, the river god's thin lips also moved. Who the hell is kissing.

The golden spirit stretched from Wang Yang's lips into Lin Huaisheng's mouth through the gap between lips and teeth, and spread down step by step.

Lin Huaisheng's body suddenly moved.

The River God knew that this was a god's instinctive resistance to the fusion of soul and soul. The gods live and die together, this kind of love must first go against instinct. He manipulated Wang Yang to hug Lin Huaisheng even tighter. In a daze, it seemed that he himself touched Lin Huaisheng's arm.

It turned out that he could also meet the Bodhisattva.