From Leng Palace Princess Gou Cheng Martial Dao Supreme

Chapter 101
"Snapped!"

Jiang Zirou stopped, turned around, and saw a skinny middle-aged man curled up in the corner, his hair was brown, his face was stained with dust, he was wearing a worn coat, and his ribs were distinct.

Those eyes were tearful and full of love.

Only then did I see in the man's arms, a dying little girl buried her head in a drowsy sleep, her small body curled up into a ball, and a worn-out doll was clutched in her swollen and red hands.

There was a tinge of sympathy in her.

Put your hand in your pocket, where there is a fine grain of silver.

But out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the refugees around him had already bowed their bodies, and their numb eyes were glowing green, like a group of wolves baring their fangs.

Jiang Zirou sighed and shook his head.

Seeing that Jiang Zirou was standing in front of him without moving, the skinny middle-aged man holding the child hesitated for a while, and slowly raised his head.

After seeing the delicate and fair face under the wide hood.

There was a panic expression on the man's face. People who were born in a wealthy family were not something he, a refugee, could bother. If he didn't do it, he would be kicked out of the city.

Although Feiye City is desolate.

But at any rate, there are some guarantees of safety.

If he went outside the city, it didn't matter if he had a problem, but his daughter was only the size of a kitten, so how could she survive.

"sorry!"

"I'm sorry... my lord, I'm really sorry!"

"Little people have blind eyes!"

The man kowtowed and apologized in panic.

Jiang Zirou shook his head, didn't speak, stretched out his hand to pull the wide hood, turned and left.

Disappointed expressions appeared on the faces of the refugees around, while the skinny middle-aged man secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

"Dad, that sister just now was so beautiful..."

The faint sound of mosquitoes and flies came from her arms, but at some point, the little girl opened her eyes, and there was a sense of weakness in her big black and white eyes.

"Ah."

The man lowered his head and rubbed lightly on his daughter's face.

"After the war is over, Dad will buy you new clothes, and you will be as beautiful as that sister just now, um..."

The man wiped his tears, stretched his arms, and held his daughter in his arms, as if embracing the whole world.

"Dad... I don't want new clothes, I want to eat buns..."

The daughter stretched out her arms, hugged the man's neck, and said softly.

"Okay! Okay, what do you want to eat, Dad will buy it for you!"

He lowered his head and patted his daughter's shoulder lightly. Just at this moment, a burst of food smell came...

The man raised his head, only to see the figure with the wide hood appearing in front of him again.

She was holding a greased paper bag in her hand, and the smell of food came from it.

"This……"

The man's eyes were full of doubts and surprises.

"It's for the child." Jiang Zirou handed him the oil paper bag, "Eat it quickly...the war will end soon."

"Thank you, sister!"

"Thank you..." The girl opened her eyes and said timidly. She took out a steamed bun from the oil paper bag, but put it into her father's mouth first.

Some people around seemed ready to move.

But seeing the blade hanging on Jiang Zirou's waist again, he sat down again.

Not long after, a bag of buns was quickly swallowed by the father and daughter. After eating, the man raised his head pitifully.

"Girl... I really don't know how to thank you."

"Just tell me where the Hanging Temple is."

"Out of the city, walk south along the main road. In the mountain not far away, the monks in the Xuankong Temple are distributing porridge, but the Xuankong Temple is still some distance away from Feiye City. The soldiers are in chaos, so I dare not go out casually."

The man sighed.

"Okay, I know."

Jiang Zirou nodded and was about to leave.

"Sister..." the girl said.

"Yeah." Jiang Zirou turned around, nodded in response, with a smile on his face, "What's the matter, are you still hungry?"

"Not hungry."

The girl shook her head and said, then picked up the worn-out doll in her hand, "Can I give this to my sister... Mom said this doll can bring good luck."

The girl dared not look Jiang Zirou directly in the eyes.

The man's face changed slightly, and he was about to apologize to Jiang Zirou, but he didn't think that Jiang Zirou squatted down, took the old doll carefully, and put it in his arms.

"Thanks, I love it, and good luck."

She reached out and touched the girl's long, dusty hair.

Turn away.

……

The man pulled the girl and kowtowed three times in the direction Jiang Zirou left.

Then he curled up in the corner and said softly to his child: "There are always more good people in the world. After the war is over, everything will be fine..."

The girl nodded half understanding.

The man reached out and stroked his daughter's long hair.

A hard object got stuck in his daughter's hair. The man panicked, put it in his hand, and opened it while the people around him were not paying attention.

It's really one or two pieces of silver.

……

Hanging Temple.

The holy place of martial arts in the past is now crowded with people, and the victims of the disaster are crowded together, holding tattered rice bowls in their hands.

Some monks kept order in the crowd.

Others were distributing the big pots of porridge in the porridge shed, led by an old monk with white eyebrows.

He was tall and strong, wearing a slightly worn cassock, the skin on his face looked a little swollen, and he looked a little malnourished.

"Uncle! Uncle!"

A young novice monk in gray trotted over.

"What are you calling me for? Didn't I say don't bother me when the porridge is being distributed?"

Monk Xuanming put down the wooden ladle in his hand and asked with a frown.

He is already old, but he is not too old. He is strong, with a red face, and his voice is like thunder, which makes people's ears buzz.

The little monk was obviously cowardly.

After being yelled at by monk Xuanming, he immediately lowered his head, his shiny forehead gleamed under the sun, but he still said seriously: "Brother Shande came to you and said, that there is not enough food..."

"Why is there not enough food! Isn't the pumpkin in the mountains just ripe?"

He followed the young monk to the storehouse run by Brother Shande.

In the large warehouse, it was really empty. Two mice ran around inside, looking around and sniffing, and then ran away far away after letting out a disappointed cry.

In the middle of the warehouse.

The Shande monk, who was originally a bit rich, looked helpless, and it could be clearly seen that the cassock on his body was obviously wider.

"Uncle, it's really gone."

Monk Shande looked at Monk Xuanming's face ashen, but he didn't get angry, so he said cautiously:
"All the food that can be eaten in the mountains has been eaten up. Now the disciples have stopped practicing. These refugees gathered here, and they did not obey the order. There were frequent thefts and repeated admonitions. have opinions."

Monk Shande said:

"We have done the things of distributing porridge for charity, and helping the victims should be within our capabilities, uncle...just enough!"

Monk Shande persuaded him earnestly.

Unexpectedly, Monk Xuanming roared angrily:
"Hmph! Although I don't care about ordinary things on weekdays, I also know that the food in the Xuankong Temple is definitely more than this. There must be more food in my hands, so I will go to him to talk about the truth!"

Monk Xuanming rolled up his sleeves.

Go outside.

Shande and little novice's expressions changed drastically, they hurriedly grabbed Xuanming, but they were dragged all the way by Xuanming's strange force.

Go half way.

Just when the two young monks didn't know what to do, someone came again.

"Why did you come to see me?"

Xuan Ming waved his hand impatiently and asked.

"Yes..." The little monk who was in charge of reporting the message bowed his head with a little unnatural expression on his face.

"Outside the mountain gate, there is a benefactor looking for you..."

"Female benefactor! Female benefactor from the poor monk, don't lie to me!"

"Master... who in this Hanging Temple would dare to lie to you." The little novice muttered softly.

"Alas! The patroness has come."

Looking in the direction of the little monk's finger, they did see a slender figure appearing in the mountain gate of the Xuankong Temple.

Monk Xuanming was shocked.

He couldn't feel the slightest bit of cultivation from that figure, but he felt that the person seemed to have stepped out of a painting, with an extraordinary sense of mystery.

"Buddhism is a pure place. I don't know why the female benefactor came here?"

Xuanming said Amitabha, folded his palms together, and bent down to salute.

"I'm here to find someone..."

Jiang Zirou took off his hood, and a smile appeared on his face, "It's been three years or five years since you left, but you're about to step into the realm of a great master."

"You are!"

Monk Xuanming was puzzled at first, then as if struck by thunder, his whole body trembled violently.

"You are the great master outside the imperial city!"

"Your guest!"

Monk Xuanming was the monk at that time, he came to Jiang Zirou and said respectfully: "I don't know who the benefactor wants to find, Xuankong Temple will definitely help!"

"A boy with three eyes for the first time, does the master remember?"

"juvenile!"

Monk Xuanming's complexion changed slightly, two drops of cold sweat appeared on his smooth head, but he shook his head and said: "Benefactor, I'm afraid you have found the wrong place, we have never seen a young man with three eyes."

"Monks don't tell lies, but why did you lie to me?"

Jiang Zirou stretched out her hand, pointing her slender white index finger at a tall black tower in the distance:
"As expected, my disciple is in the tower now, right?"

"No!"

Monk Xuanming blushed, shook his head and said: "That is the Demon Suppressing Tower, it must not be opened, once it is opened, the world will be in chaos!"

"With me here, there will be no chaos in this world!"

Jiang Zirou raised his head slightly, with runes flying in his eyes, as if chaos was opening up, magnificent: "All karma, add to me!"

"no!"

Monk Xuanming's body swelled, all the blood vessels in his fascia emerged, his whole body gleamed with black light, and his terrifying aura stopped Jiang Zirou in front of him.

"If the benefactor insists on going his own way, then don't blame the poor monk for being rude!"

The smile on Jiang Zirou's face disappeared, and he said in a deep voice:
"I want to take him away, no one can stop me."

"If you can't stop it, you will stop it!"

Xuanming roared, the voice seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth, his arms suddenly swelled, glowing red like poured steel, his energy condensed into a thick layer, and he pushed forward horizontally.

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