Infinite Sims

Chapter 82 Going Down the Mountain
Just when Jiang Ren thought that such a dull day would last for a long time, some changes quietly took place around him.

The change is in the temple.

The number of dignitaries who came to burn incense and pray for Buddha was more than in the past festivals, but in the past, there were many fewer monks who were in charge of receiving guests.

Even the dust-free, who only focused on repairing the weather and did not hear things outside the window, found these obvious changes. Originally, he was just passing by the front yard where pilgrims were received, and he couldn't help but stop at this moment.

"Look, that monk is so handsome!"

Not far away, several female pilgrims at the age of wolves and tigers just glanced at Wuchen casually, but after this glance, they couldn't move away.

"Such a handsome person, since he came to be a monk, he is really a waste of money."

"That's right, that's right, isn't it bad to enter my room with such a face? Let him eat and drink spicy food, enjoy the prosperity, and I am a beauty in his arms."

"Thinking beautifully, you vixen, if you want to enter, you will also enter my room."

"Bah, a bunch of shameless foxes..."

As they talked, they laughed at each other.

Immediately won the attention of many male pilgrims, and many of them secretly swallowed their saliva. These people may not be beautiful women in the land of fireworks, but they have a unique flavor.

Wuchen did not see this scene, and he was suspicious, he immediately stopped the next young monk passing by and asked, "Amitabha, this senior brother, may I ask why the number of pilgrims has doubled in recent days, junior brother remembers It shouldn't be a holiday now."

The young monk who was stopped was a little dissatisfied, but when he saw it was Wuchen, he immediately smiled and replied: "Junior Brother Wuchen, you don't know anything about this. The Dayue Kingdom invaded and lost several big cities in a row, causing serious casualties, which made the pilgrims in the town go up the mountain one after another, wanting to worship the Buddha and ask for prayers."

Wuchen thought thoughtfully: "Then why are there so many less senior brothers?"

"Those soldiers of the Great Moon Kingdom are all nine feet tall, with amazing combat power, and they like to eat human flesh. Whenever the city is destroyed, they must kill the city."

The young monk sighed and said, "Seeing how cruel they are, many people packed up their belongings and brought their relatives to escape all the way to the south in order to survive.

In the past few days, there have been many poor people in the town who escaped from the north. The abbot saw that many of them could not even afford to eat, and even wanted to eat leaves, so he decided to cook porridge at the foot of the mountain. Brothers and sisters, they all went down the mountain to help. "

"I see."

Wuchen thought for a while, and finally asked, "I don't know where you are going, Senior Brother?"

The young monk did not get impatient, and replied, "It's not that there are a lot of refugees today. There is enough food at the foot of the mountain, but there is a shortage of manpower. I just went to the prison, but it will take some time to mobilize the manpower. I will prepare Go ahead and help."

Wuchen said: "Junior brother just wants to go down the mountain, can senior brother bring him?"

"That's fine."

The young monk hesitated for a moment, then nodded and walked outside the temple.

As the chief disciple, although he has no managerial authority, as long as he wants to, he can't stop it.

Gushan Temple is always a temple, but the wind of martial arts is prevalent. Most of the disciples have good martial arts skills. I can’t say how strong they are.

As soon as they left the temple, the young monk ran down the mountain by running a light exercise.

The dust-free footsteps lightly tapped the ground, and looked as if he was walking, but followed him firmly behind him.

"As expected of the chief!"

The young monk thought to himself.

Because he often runs between mountains and forests, his Qinggong is enough to rank in the top five among his peers.

When I went down the mountain just now, I was even more competitive, and I wanted to try the Wuchen Qinggong who was called the chief, but had never shown his strength.

I never thought that under the full force of my own efforts, I was not able to throw it away by half a zhang, but the internal force decreased rapidly because of the sudden increase in consumption.

This also made him put out the idea of ​​​​competing and slowed down.

Wuchen didn't realize this.

He just wondered why this senior brother was getting slower and slower, didn't he say he was in a hurry to go down the mountain?
Not long after, the two came to the foot of the mountain.

Less than a hundred feet away from the Shangshan intersection, there is an open space that has been cleared out for porridge.

Several monks are cooking porridge in large pots.

There are also many monks around to maintain discipline and distribute white porridge.

At a glance, there are at least hundreds of refugees.

They lined up in several long queues, and many people who had not received the porridge looked at the white porridge that was being boiled, and some children who were being held by their parents were holding their stomachs and swallowing saliva.

"That's it, Senior Brother is going to help first."

As the young monk said that, he walked over and took over the job of a monk.

Wuchen looked at this in a daze, and it took a long time to speak out: "Although I am an orphan, I was admitted to the monastery by the abbot since I was a child. people."

Sighing softly, he also stepped forward to help.

The monks around were a little surprised by his arrival, but because of the work at hand, they did not pay much attention to him.

Everyone who received the porridge from Wuchen would not stop thanking him.

In the process, Wuchen also saw many pictures that had not been seen before.

Refugees with yellow faces and thin skin, children who can't even speak a word in the arms of their parents, and some people cry out of nowhere while drinking white porridge.

This scene after scene made his heart become heavier and heavier.

Relying on being transformed by innate qi, far better than ordinary people's hearing, Wuchen also heard a lot of news about the border from the mouths of refugees.

Some of them are consistent with what my senior brother said, and some are quite different from each other.

For example, the situation at the border is far more severe than imagined.

Not only lost several important cities one after another, but even ruined an elite army of 10 people, resulting in a serious shortage of soldiers on the northern defense line, which was in jeopardy.

Although none of the soldiers of the Dayue Kingdom were nine feet tall, because they lived in extremely cold places and believed in the law of the weak, those with poor health had already been eliminated in this process, which also led to the overall strength of the soldiers of the Dayue Kingdom. in dry country.

Cannibalism is not certain, but the massacre is true.

Finished cooking porridge.

Wuchen returned to the temple and sat quietly for several hours.

It wasn't until the sun went down and the moon rose high that he suddenly said to Jiang Ren, "Donor stick, the little monk decided to go down the mountain. I wonder if the benefactor stick would like to be with the monk?"

Downhill?

Jiang Ren was stunned, not understanding how his head turned.

This going down the mountain does not mean walking down the mountain like in the daytime, but leaving the Gushan Temple and entering the world of the human world at the foot of the mountain.

Ordinary disciples, because they are not talented enough, reach their own limits early, so they often use this method to practice and seek breakthroughs.

However, with Wuchen's talent and resources, it is now in a period of rapid improvement, and there is no need to do this at all.

(End of this chapter)