[BL, MTL] Lamb Trap (Unlimited Flow)

Chapter 60: Mud Buddha (12)

River God insisted on pursuing, but Lin Huaisheng persuaded him.

"We don't know anything. Wang Yang and Zhao You are here. How do we know it's not a plan to divert the tiger away from the mountain?"

I came looking for the light, obviously looking for someone, but when I saw me, I panicked, and it seems that their memory was about escaping from the Bodhisattva Temple during the day." In other words, Lin Huaisheng guessed that the state of the skeleton was the same as when it was normal. Villagers are cut off from each other, and are likely unconscious as skeletons.

When other people agree, Lin Huaisheng will not miss the existence of the God of the River. Even if the river god didn't respond verbally, Lin Huaisheng could sense the emotions and attitude of the river god through the calm voice in his chest belonging to the other party. The God of the River made the Bodhisattva grow a "heart", so he seemed to be the most perfect companion. No matter what Lin Huaisheng said or did, he had no objection.

The God of the River squinted his eyes, and looked coldly into the depths of the dark forest around him.

"Let's go back first. As long as the river is there, nothing can escape from this mountain. There is always a chance to catch one and see what the hell it is.

" Zhao You, who was struggling the most, also increased his speed. In the distance, the Bodhisattva Temple is the only warmth in the mountains, waiting for people to return with a warm yellow light, and there are people in the temple who are always waiting.

Before Lin Huaisheng and the others approached, there was already a person standing by the threshold. The man in black usually lives like a shadow, but only at night when the lamp is lit, he is found to be silently accompanying him like a shadow.

Sui Lin almost stepped over the threshold of the Bodhisattva Temple, he was too anxious, Lin Huaisheng didn't expect to be worried about him as soon as he came back, so he flew away in silk, and slapped the pious disciple on the knee in a disciplinary manner.

"Sui Lin, don't come out."

Sui Lin can be as obedient as she wants, if people are not allowed to come out, they can only hold the door frame tightly with their hands, and stare at the Bodhisattva for a moment. He only has Bodhisattva in his eyes.

Zhao You put the wooden box under the corridor of the Bodhisattva Temple as if unloading goods, and Wang Yang helped to help.

Zhao You bumped Wang Yang's shoulder: "He really doesn't even look at us..." As he

spoke, Zhao You was half puzzled and half probing, and asked Wang Yang eagerly: "Believe in gods...need, need so much?" Piety is enough..."

Wang Yang didn't speak, Zhao You shrugged his shoulders, and he didn't bother himself anymore.

"Okay, okay, let's go in first."

Zhao You carried the statue on his back all the way, as if he had regarded the statue as a peerless treasure, and he didn't feel at ease if he didn't really enter the Bodhisattva's Dharma field.

Sui Lin was full of eyes only for the Bodhisattva, he took the umbrella and the lamp for Lin Huaisheng, and whispered, "How are you doing along the way?" While speaking, he turned sideways naturally, so that others could see the scene in the temple at this time. scene.

The villagers were discussing something with Li Qingming, and there was a sheep in the temple. Listening to their conversation carefully, it seemed that they were all around this living creature, but the sheep was still kicking its hooves in the temple freely. Their voices were so intense that Sui Rin could turn a deaf ear to them, their piousness was so moving, and there was even a hint of fear.

"We've been hungry for a whole day!" "Yeah, there's nothing here. If the rain doesn't stop, what should we do with so many people

?"

It wasn't until Lin Huaisheng came back that his expression changed.

"The Bodhisattva is back."

He was as gentle as a spring breeze.

Everyone was dumbfounded, only then did they realize that they had been arguing too much, even Lin Huaisheng and the others didn't notice when they came back.

Lin Huaisheng looked at the sheep. The lamb is completely unaware of what it may encounter. Compared with the desperate and hysterical human beings, it has a kind of carefree happiness. It can also blink, but it blinks very slowly, so that people can see its detailed and well-organized eyes. Eyelashes and gentle eyes.

Lin Huaisheng asked, "What's wrong?"

Li Qingming was a little helpless: "Everyone has been hungry all day and wants to fill their stomachs with this sheep."

"You went out to catch it?"

Everyone shook their heads, interspersed with each other.

"How dare we dare, this sheep ran in by itself, maybe it was hiding from the rain... Maybe it was a sheep raised by someone in the past. Fortunately, it was not eaten by the flood. All the way to the Bodhisattva Temple, it was like a human being. Come in to hide from the rain..."

Wang Yang followed up and snorted: "What you want to say is your luck, okay, the temple is empty, and after a day of hunger, a sheep finally came. This is a special gift for you."

Wang Yang has always spoken sharply, and he said a lot of ugly words. The villagers were blushed by what he said, but their timidity and awe of facing the gods in their hearts decreased accordingly. Although it is still flickering, it is so bright that it is a bit compelling. From time to time, it looks at the Bodhisattva and the river god, as if to seek justice from the gods.

"Could it be that we have to starve to death here? How long, how long, we looked out through the crack of the door, the rain has never stopped..."

"The gods are gone, leaving us here, saying It's protection, but it's cold and there's no food here, we're all suffering..."

All of them hung their heads, and looking around, they could only see the foreheads of these people, which were covered with wrinkles like dry rivers . Even without this tragic flood, the people in this mountain have struggled to survive for generations, and it seems that this land has never treated them kindly.

Drought, floods, cannibalistic rainstorms... all kinds of treacherous and terrifying natural disasters came one after another, and finally drove them to this Bodhisattva temple on the mountain. The Bodhisattva Temple is not only a safe haven, but also an isolated island, and there is no way for everyone to retreat. Without the prosperous incense and belief in the past, the temple of the gods would also be dilapidated. During the time when the two gods left, these people huddled in every corner of the temple blankly. Although the wind and rain did not enter the temple, they were still cold and damp. Extinguish all the candles, dozens or hundreds of candles will not help, a kind of despair deeper than fear eats away at them, eats away the piety and belief in the gods in the brain, under the hunger and cold, one is enough to make everyone The well-fed sheep intrude casually, and the superficial but strongest appetite completely occupies the minds of these people.

I really want to eat,

I want to fill my stomach,

I want to eat sheep...

eat...

But Li Qingming's reason for refusing to share this sheep is just-

"It's not good to kill in the Bodhisattva Temple."

The eyes of the villagers were fixed . Looking at Lin Huaisheng calmly: "Bodhisattva, tell me, is Qingming right?" After all,

Lin Huaisheng is not a real Bodhisattva. If the situation is really critical, he is willing to act in a hurry. He can even understand the strangeness of these people. Human beings are coerced by the instinct of survival, and will do many things that cannot be understood and thought about under normal circumstances.

Seeing Lin Huaisheng's silence, Li Qingming frowned slightly, and wanted to explain further: "I..." But he was immediately interrupted by the villagers who used to be with him.

"Qingming, if you don't let everyone eat, you are not just killing, you are killing people." Li Qingming

sighed and revealed his helplessness to the Bodhisattva.

As a Bodhisattva, Lin Huaisheng also has the compassion of a Bodhisattva. He is willing to help others as much as possible, but he also wants others to be saved. If Lin Huaisheng were a Bodhisattva, he might be the coldest Bodhisattva in the world, and he would only say good things once.

"We came back all the way, and we did see other living creatures, and they were all safe and sound. So far, only humans can't bear the heavy rain."

"But I can't guarantee that they will be harmless."

Just judging from the ecstatic expressions of the villagers, Lin Huaisheng knew that they didn't listen to the latter sentence at all.

The pure white lamb died obediently in the excitement and anxiety derived from the hunger of human beings. The blood of the sheep stained the seat of the god, and a fire was piled up in the corner. For ventilation, these people even opened the doors and windows in all directions of the temple, so that the flames would heal. High fever.

Lin Huaisheng felt infinite hatred in his heart, this emotion did not belong to him, it was another god fighting for him. And for the River God, the Bodhisattva Temple is now his Dharma ground, and it is his last kindness not to throw these daring humans out of the temple. Lin Huaisheng calmed down the emotions of this symbiotic god, but he felt new resentment. Except for a few gods who marry gods, the emotions that can be perceived by the gods all come from loyal believers.

Sui Lin let Lin Huaisheng know how strongly the devout can express their resentment for the god, and how well they can hide it for him. While everyone was cheering for the food, Sui Lin squatted on the ground alone with his coat to wipe the blood-stained ground.

"Sui Lin, get up, I don't care about this."

Sui Lin listened and agreed, but he refused to let go of his hand, until he tried his best to make his coat the best, he breathed a sigh of relief, turned around He turned his head and showed Lin Huaisheng a shallow and unnatural smile.

"Bodhisattva, it's clean."

He wants to dedicate all the best things in the world to his god. If there are good and bad smiles, then he will follow suit.

Lin Huaisheng had nothing to do with Sui Lin, but Sui Lin didn't realize that his bodhisattva was helpless when facing him, even if the bodhisattva didn't respond to him, he was happy and had no complaints. Lin Huaisheng didn't understand how there could be such strong emotions in this world, but Sui Rin gave him this emotion, and Lin Huaisheng finally thanked him.

"You've worked hard, Sui Lin." The

pious showed a hint of unconcealable joy, his face was even slightly red, but it was not so obvious under the wheat complexion.

Sui Lin wanted to seize the rare opportunity to get close to Bodhisattva and talk to Bodhisattva again, but an unexpected guest arrived. Li Qingming smiled at Yan Yan, pointed to the wooden box surrounded by golden light not far away from Zhao You, and asked, " Bodhisattva

, have you got the statue?"

, he ignored the others. When Zhao You was carrying such a big box, he only glanced at it, and never thought that it contained the original golden body of a Bodhisattva. Thinking of this, Sui Rin's breathing couldn't help but become a little short.

Lin Huaisheng nodded in acknowledgment.

"And you, your craftsmanship smells good, why don't you eat it yourself?" The

villagers finally slaughtered the sheep, and Li Qingming persuaded them, and then silently helped them set up skewers for barbecue. Under the simple cooking conditions, Li Qingming's cooking skills still attracted attention. Zhao You was salivating because of the aroma of mutton. It was Wang Yang who grabbed him, and Zhao You looked at the fire and sighed.

Hearing this, Li Qingming just smiled and shook his head.

Sui Lin was wary of Li Qingming, he didn't want Lin Huaisheng to talk to him any more, so he began to play tricks clumsily, trying to separate the two.

"Bodhisattva, there is dust in your hair. If you don't mind...let me comb it for you?"

Sui Lin's request was a bit over the top, but Lin Huaisheng immediately thought that when he was still unable to move in the mud, Sui Lin had already Wipe yourself countless times, and in the relationship between some devouts and gods, there is even more indescribable intimacy.

The most important thing is that Sui Rin's expression is as if he will die if he is rejected by his bodhisattva.

"Okay."

Lin Huaisheng handed him a wooden comb. But when Sui Lin wanted to pick up the Bodhisattva's long hair, he only got water that was full of bone-piercing palms. He couldn't believe it. Looking at the Bodhisattva's long hair, it was clear that he was fine, and he was the only one who was stabbed.

The God of the River appeared next to the Bodhisattva. He used his fingers to comb, stroked Lin Huaisheng's long hair, and combed away the dust in his hair when he turned into mud and was dying. His movements were gentle, but his tone was full of contempt.

"It's not something you should touch, so don't be delusional. Also, it's disgusting to pretend to be servile on purpose."