The night was extremely quiet, and the air passed violently by his side and flowed to the black hole on the lawn in the distance. Wang Zimi stood in the open space in front of the temple, watching the black hole expand to a radius of one meter, and then suddenly disappeared, everything returned to silence, and only a large pit of more than a meter left in the ground, he couldn't help but close his eyes, which were a little sour.

"Little Maitreya." A smell of alcohol approached. Master Mengxin, who was not drunk, stood behind him, put his big hand on his shoulder, patted him twice in a slight way, calling back to Wang Zimi's mind in Japanese.

Wang Zimi opened his eyes, raised his right hand, and looked at the palm of his palm covered by two blue scarves. There was a string of Buddhist beads sealed outside. There was a black hole the size of a soybean in his hand. One day, the black hole would become larger to cover his palm and suck him into it, just like the father Mi Fang in the distance.

"Little Maitreya, don't worry, your Fengsit is still small, and you won't know yet..." Master Mengxin looked at the little guy who was silent and couldn't help but stand in front of him, squatted down and smiled and enlightened him, but he couldn't continue to say anything.

"Actually, I'm not worried. Master, after all, everyone is going to die, and I'm still more than ten or twenty years old!" Wang Zimi raised his head, looked at the fat old man wearing a yellow cassock and a red nose in front of him, and smiled at him.

The words came from the heart. Wang Ziya was not worried that he would be sucked by the Fengku, because in some of the Inuyasha animation plots he recorded, Naraku, the villain who cursed his family, would eventually be eliminated, and his Fengku curse would be lifted. However, he couldn't help but wonder whether the plot would continue if he was not the original Maitreya.

Will you blow away the plot like the butterfly that caused the storm!

That's right, Wang Zimi was very worried because of his identity as a time traveler. He almost felt a little deranged now, and he was no longer as excited as he was when he traveled through time travel. At that time, he thought he could do a shocking career or go all over the world like other time travelers, but now his life is in trouble.

Now Wang Zimi feels very regretful, because he remembered that before he traveled through time, he had a family with his parents. Although he was not very harmonious, he had a safe and stable environment, and was always mediocre. Now, he really lost nothing, and his original body's father disappeared in front of him with a strange way of death, and now...

"I... OK!" Meng Xin couldn't help but feel a little dull when she looked at the low little guy.

"Master." Wang Zimi looked up at Meng Xin in front of him. He felt that he could still save him. He always said that there was a master who was entrusted by a cheap father and willing to take care of him. He could not always think about it. He had to take action, learn the ability to retire, seize the opportunity to kill Naraku with his own hands, and lift the curse of the wind hole in his hand.

"Huh?" Meng Xin looked up at the eight-year-old little ghost.

"Tell me the art of retiring!" Wang Zimi looked at the old monk with a red nose in front of him and couldn't help but ask. He vaguely remembered Maitreya, no, it should be his fat monk master, a capable guy. He seemed to have beaten Inuyasha. Unfortunately, he couldn't remember it clearly, but who specializes in remembering that kind of old anime!

"Actually! Little Maitreya, your most important task is to find a woman. Forget it, I'd better teach you Buddhism first!" Meng Xin looked at the eight-year-old little ghost head and subconsciously put forward the suggestion of Mi Fang, who had just died, and asked him to find someone to get married and have children as soon as possible so that he could leave a family behind, but he was worried that the other party was so big that he could only shake his head.

"What is the difference between Buddhism and rehabilitation techniques?" Wang Zimi, or Maitreya, blinked slightly.

"Well... Buddhism is a method to guide people to be good, and the art of retreatment is a method to eliminate human-eating ghosts. Some human-eating ghosts are transformed by evil people. Therefore, Buddhism can also eliminate human-eating ghosts, but retreatment cannot make people good." Meng Xin pondered for a moment, and then came up with a theory of coaxing children.

"How do you learn Buddhism?" Maitreya looked at the old monk who temporarily compiled theories to coax him, and couldn't help but curl his lips slightly in his heart. It sounded that Buddhism could not deal with Naraku, who had become a demon, but judging from Mengxin's attitude, he did not plan to teach himself to retire from the treatment technique now.

"First of all, you must know how to recite scriptures." Meng Xin saw that the little ghost head took his attention away from his dead father, and also stepped up to cooperate with him and stretched out a finger.

"I can read it. I have been here for three or four years." Maitreya looked at the old monk who was coaxing him and couldn't help but curl up his lips. He and his cheap father Mi Fang lived here for three or four years, and also recited several Buddhist scriptures.

"You can recite, but can you understand?" Meng Xin asked.

"Can you understand something!" Maitreya tilted his head and thought for a while. He could understand something, but he really only had some.

"That's not enough. In addition to chanting scriptures, you also need to practice Zen and Buddha. The most important thing is that if you want to become a retired monk, you must also practice and exercise to strengthen your body and spirit." Meng Xin touched Maitreya's chest with his fist.

"Oh." Maitreya nodded slightly as she listened to Meng Xin's words, which sounded like a serious plan.

"Then, we are going to start learning Buddhism now, from now on." Meng Xin saw Maitreya's serious look, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in her heart, and then stood up.

"Hi, Master." Maitreya immediately corrected his attitude. He had to study hard and save his life.

"So, now first, let us recite scriptures and rebirth mantra for your father, will it be!" Meng Xin moved her body away, revealing a large hole on the lawn far behind her, which was the tomb left behind after Mi Fang was sucked dry by the cursed Feng Cave.

"Yes." Maitreya looked at the cheap father who had no bones and only had a big pit, and nodded slightly, then followed the fat Master Mengxin to the pit to sit cross-legged, and recited the mantra of rebirth with the Amitabha Semen.

"Namo Amitabha Night..."

After reciting the mantra of rebirth ten times, Mengxin stopped and took Maitreya back to the temple to rest. He went to the city and asked the stonemason to build a stone pagoda water bowl and a stone pedestal to erect a monument for Mi Fang.

Although Mi Fang had no complete corpse, he still had to have what he should have. These things were not allowed to be done by Maitreya at present, and he didn't have much thought to do. Although he had traveled through time for a few years, his father and son had not accumulated much of his relationship, so Mengxin did it for his behalf.
Chapter completed!