Sun and Moon Are Wrong: Traveling Through Time from Under One Person

The three of them entered the house and sat down in a corner on the first floor.

The tall and thin man had a serious and stern expression on his face. He saw Meng Ning squatting beside the counter practicing calligraphy with water.

His complexion softened and he felt more relaxed.

I felt like telling him that it was always safe to be where there were children.

The man of medium build was busy all the time, looking around the layout of the store.

The thin man was not polite and shouted at the counter.

"I'm starving! Bring out all the good stuff! And the best wine!"

"All right, everyone! Wait a moment, I'll serve it to you right away~~!"

"Oh my god, brother, move your butt inside and don't block the door."

The waiter who was wiping the table nearby shouted in response and walked into the kitchen. His steps were so light that he almost tripped over the child and fell.

After the middle-aged man looked around, his face relaxed and drooped, and he complained to the short man who looked like a farmer next to him.

"Brother... I still think... we have taken the money, but it is unnecessary to kill people."

"What? What do you mean, kid? Are you dissatisfied?"

When the short man heard someone scolding him, his face instantly turned dark and his tone became unfriendly.

Alas. The man of medium build sighed, seeming a little speechless.

“Not really…”

Hearing this, the tall and thin man squinted at him and said in a cold voice.

"Brother, you and I have both joined Quan Xing not long ago."

"Before, I thought Quanxing had no rules. After I came in, I found that it was not the case. It's just that some rules are not written on the surface."

Then he pointed with his right hand at Jin Gou Zi who was sitting opposite him.

"One of the rules is how you treat your fellow disciples. If you don't like him, just kill him."

The man who was just giving advice did not refute the lecture given by the sick man.

But his expression became even more helpless, as if he could not hold it in any longer, his lips pursed, his head tilted back with his eyes closed, and his brows furrowed.

“I understand! I understand!”

Sitting at the same table waiting for food, the three of them stopped talking and the atmosphere became a little awkward.

The man of medium build looked towards the counter and saw Meng Ning still squatting and practicing calligraphy. He couldn't help but feel curious and wanted to see what the little kid was writing, so he moved over.

Meng Ning sensed the person coming, but still ignored him and continued to write on the brick with water.

The man of medium build was originally swaying and carefree, but when his eyes came into contact with the handwriting, his pupils shrank sharply, like wheat awns.

I saw the clear water on the bricks illuminated by the candlelight, reflecting a few lines of large characters.

All sentient beings who have not yet been liberated have unstable nature and consciousness, and their bad habits lead to karma, while good habits result in results.

Do good or evil, live according to the circumstances.

Rotating through the five realms without a moment's rest, moving through countless eons, filled with confusion and obstacles.

Like a fish swimming in a net.

It will be a long flow, escaping temporarily, but falling into the net again.

So...

!

I am worried about people like this.

Since you have fulfilled your past wishes and made solemn vows over countless lifetimes to save the sinners, I have nothing to worry about.

The man silently thought that the child had not finished writing the article.

It turned out to be the Mantra for Rebirth! The man was touched and his curiosity grew. I thought this 8-year-old child should write some articles like the Hundred Family Names and the Rules for Students.

I didn't expect it to be the Ksitigarbha Sutra! Could it be that this yellow-haired kid wanted to be a little monk?

It was novel and interesting. He couldn't help but ask.

"Little boy, you are so young, why don't you write the Thousand Character Classic or the Three Character Classic? Why are you writing the Ksitigarbha Sutra? Do you want to be a little monk?"

Hearing the man behind him asking questions, Meng Ning turned around and glanced at him. He saw a fluorescent glow in the middle-aged man's eyes.

It turns out that he is a man of introverted spirit and innate spiritual roots.

"What little monk? I am a Taoist priest."

Meng Ning replied silently.

Oh? This kid is really interesting! There are Taoist priests this young? And he is still writing Buddhist scriptures.

"Since you are a Taoist priest, why don't you write the Supreme Pardon? Why do you write this Ksitigarbha Sutra? Do you know that this is what the bald monk recites?"

"The Supreme Pardon is too long, and the Rebirth Mantra in the Ksitigarbha Sutra is shorter, so I just wrote this."

This Wu Gensheng is really annoying. Now that he has just entered the Quanxing, he keeps talking about everything. He has already begun to look like the future world's number one troublemaker who likes to teach others.

"You actually know this is the mantra for rebirth, do you know its effect? ​​Is it possible?"

The man of medium build asked curiously, "Could it be that this child has an elder in his family who passed away today? Is he praying for the deceased's soul?"

But it was normal, as it was a time of chaos and people were suffering.

"Xiaobai, Huahua is dead. Huanghuang was going to die too, but luckily he was smart and ran fast."

"Alas, it's a pity that I have to endure such hardship at such a young age. I still have to pray for their souls and handle their funeral affairs."

Meng Ning said silently, with some complaints and regrets in his words.

?

Xiaobai and Huahua, could they be the best friends of this child? Well, most likely they were children from the same village, who were caught in the war and killed by bandits. This child's fate is indeed tragic.

When the man of medium build was thinking, his thoughts were interrupted by a shout from the kitchen.

"Hey, sir, please make way. I'll serve you first. Bring us some wine, bring us some wine."

The waiter walked towards the table carrying two jars of fine wine, shouting as he walked.

"Dear guests, please drink some wine to relieve your fatigue. Don't worry, the wine is homemade and is definitely not diluted with water."

"My dear guests, what a treat! We just slaughtered a fat sheep this morning, and the mutton is being stewed for you."

"Not only that, I also killed a fat hen for you. You may not know, but our store has a unique secret recipe, raising chickens in jars. The chickens are fat and tender, with plenty of meat and not too tough bones!"

"What a pity! When I went up the mountain to collect grass for pigs yesterday, I saw an old ginseng. I had tied a rope around it, hoping to fatten it up. But when I went to check the next day, it was gone!"

"Otherwise, you can try our shop's treasure, Codonopsis and Black Chicken Soup."

The waiter kept talking, as if he wanted to ask for some reward money.

The man continued chatting with the child.

"Little Taoist priest, why do you become a Taoist priest?"

"A Taoist priest is a Taoist priest. Naturally, he seeks the Way. There are three thousand great ways, and I only need to find one. Once I find the Way and the path, I will no longer be a Taoist priest."

"So the reason I became a Taoist priest was so that I wouldn't be a Taoist priest."

Ah? Becoming a Taoist priest is to avoid being a Taoist priest?

The man was confused by the answer. He wanted to laugh, but he felt that there was something else behind the words.

He wanted to tease Meng Ning, but he saw the waiter bringing the wine and food.

He hurried back to his seat.

After all, the world is big, but eating is the most important thing!

Seeing the man of medium build return to his seat, the tall and thin man joked.

"Brother Wu, is there anything interesting?"

The man of medium build did not hide it and said casually.

"I just saw that kid writing. He even said he was a little Taoist priest?"

"You are a Taoist priest at such a young age? Could you be the direct disciple of some great family leader?" The tall and thin man's face suddenly darkened.

"Oh, how is that possible? I think the kid just heard the word Taoist from somewhere and said it for fun. The waiter even called him brother."

Wu Gensheng saw a table full of delicious food and just wanted to eat and drink his fill, not to cause any trouble, so he hid the fact that Meng Ning was practicing the Ksitigarbha Sutra.

But the tall and thin man remained vigilant.

"Just now we were talking about sects. It seems that this place is not far from the Tang Sect!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the two people beside him who were about to take big bites of food and drink stopped what they were doing instantly.

The thin man who looked like a farmer shouted to the child who was about to go back after serving the food.

"Stop! Come here, man!"

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