A Farm Girl: Three Acres of Fertile Land Can Be Exchanged for a Country

Wutong pushed the man a few times and looked at his face in the light. She found that the man's skin was swollen, his five orifices were black, and his face was extremely horrifying, not much better than the evil ghost in the horror movie.

"what!"

She felt a chill run down her spine and screamed.

She wasn't unfamiliar with corpses; she had buried her mother's body herself. But this person was different.

Just two days ago, he was fighting with her over steamed buns, and Wutong even complained to him, telling him to stop spitting out because the smell was too awful.

He's actually dead now...

Could this... also be her ultimate fate?

Wutong trembled violently, startling those around her. They all looked over and, upon discovering the body, erupted into chaos.

Hearing the commotion, the slave trader outside opened the door and began to curse: "What's all the noise about? Haven't you ever seen a dead person before? Shut up, all of you!"

The crowd looked at him in fear, none of them daring to utter another word.

Wutong huddled alone in the corner, trembling. Her already thin face looked even paler.

The monk watched her for a while, and as the cabin door closed, he climbed over and put his arm around Wutong's shoulder.

Feeling the warmth of his body, Wutong calmed down considerably. Just as she was about to thank him, she heard him say something in a deep voice with the unique husky quality of a young man.

Namo Amitabha Buddha Tathagata.

Dodiyeta Amiridupovi.

Amitabha Buddha.

Amitabha Vikramati.

Amitabha Vikaranta.

Gami is greasy, Gagana.

Kṣaṇī ...

A deep, hoarse voice echoed in the cabin. Although he was still a boy, his voice carried a sense of vicissitude and desolation.

He was chanting the Rebirth Mantra, hoping to deliver this tragically deceased soul from suffering.

Thinking about her absurd time-travel experience, Wutong finally couldn't suppress her emotions anymore, and large tears rolled down her cheeks.

After reciting the scripture, the monk put his hands together in prayer and whispered, "Amitabha..."

The ship continues its journey, the road ahead is long, where is home?

The man's death filled everyone with unease and a somber atmosphere; no one felt happy when the steamed buns were delivered anymore.

The body was never removed, and under the corrosive influence of the sweltering air, it began to emit a foul stench.

In this extremely desperate environment, what kept Wutong going was only the hole through which she could see the outside world and the monk beside her.

Three days passed, and the shore was getting closer and closer.

One morning, as usual, the slave trader opened the hatch and tossed in steamed buns. Wutong gently grasped the monk's index finger: "Get ready..."

She let go, gathered her strength, and as the man opened the door, she desperately lunged at him, grabbing his legs and pulling him into the cabin, crying out for help: "It hurts so much... help me... it hurts so much..."

She pretended to be sick to avoid being noticed by outsiders.

The person who opened the door was rude and kicked it, but she still dragged him inside.

"You beast, have you gotten too thick-skinned? Let go right now! Let go! I'll make you let go!"

The man's face was ferocious as he kicked Wutong wildly. Wutong was kicked in the head several times, and felt dizzy and lightheaded, with the smell of blood rising in her head.

suddenly!

He shuddered, his expression froze on his face, as if someone had struck his pressure points, and he fell backward, never to move again.

Behind him, the monk slowly withdrew his palm and chanted Amitabha.

"go!"

Ignoring her physical pain, Wutong raised her hand and waved to the crowd, then grabbed the monk and ran outside.

Outside the cabin, someone heard the commotion, and three or four burly men surrounded them.

The monks took them down one by one with a single palm strike, all in just seven or eight seconds.

Wutong stared at him in shock: "..."

She knew he knew kung fu, but she didn't expect him to be this good!

If I had known, I would have just let him kill the boat captain and then taken the whole boat ashore!

Without thinking twice, the two ran to the railing and looked down. The river was surging and bottomless.

Less than 500 meters ahead was the bustling port.

Once we're at the port, we're no longer afraid of being arrested!

"Jump!"

Seeing that everyone else in the cabin had run out, Wutong gritted her teeth and jumped overboard.

The monk could no longer remain calm: "Wait, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wutong pulled him down with her.

The icy river water filled his mouth and nose, rendering him unable to see or speak. He became dizzy and disoriented in the water, his limbs thrashing helplessly.

"Help... help..."

Despite possessing extraordinary skills, he was still unable to swim.

Not wanting to be caught, Wutong swam desperately forward as soon as she entered the water. After swimming for a while, she turned back and said, "When we get ashore later, don't go to the harbor first, but..."

Halfway through her speech, she realized something was wrong; there was no sound behind her.

I turned my head and saw... holy crap... where did the monk go?

The sudden situation made her panic, and then pursuers jumped off the ship behind her.

The most sensible thing to do now is to ignore everything else, swim forward blindly, and find a way out.

But...sigh!

Wutong sighed heavily, turned around quickly, and swam back the way she came.

After a long while, she finally found the monk who was barely breathing and blowing bubbles in the water. She went around behind him, grabbed him by the armpits, lifted him up, and began to swim with difficulty.

The monk wasn't fat, but the phoenix tree wasn't very strong either. After swimming for a short while, it was caught up by the slave trader.

"You beast! How dare you let my whole boatload of people escape! Even if I don't earn a single penny today, I'll still kill you!"

The slave trader, wielding a large cleaver, would raise his hand and chop without mercy.

Wutong tried her best to dodge, and the blade grazed her hair several times.

“You…you change direction…” The monk struggled to raise his hand and said, “I’ll deal with him.”

With him looking half-dead... can he really do it?

The slave trader swung his knife again, but Wutong dodged it by tilting her head.

It has to work, even if it doesn't work!

With a kick of her legs, she sent the monk to the slave trader. Before they could even meet, the monk pushed her out of the water with a palm strike.

The water flowed like a striking bell, hitting the man's chest and pushing him more than ten meters away, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Great!"

Wutong shouted excitedly; if she weren't still holding the monk, she would have applauded and cheered for him.

The monk withdrew his hand: "Stop being so happy, let's go!"

Wutong suppressed her excitement, her two slender legs kicking like oars as she carried him towards the shore.

Most of the people who disembarked from the ship swam to the port, and the slave traders followed them there.

Wutong took a different route, heading towards the suburban woods, and chose the most deserted place to land.

Using all her strength, she pushed the monk ashore, then collapsed onto the muddy ground, too weak to even move a finger.

The monk had recovered from drowning and was in much better condition than her. He carried her on his back and hid in the woods, saying as he went, "I am truly grateful to you, female benefactor. I will never forget your kindness."

The sycamore tree spat out a mouthful of river water full of mud and asked, "What's your name?"