Heroic Wife Reborn

The appearance of eminent monks in Dixiu Temple made the atmosphere in Yongsheng Temple tense to the extreme. It seemed that if there was a little more spark, this thousand-year-old temple would be ignited with raging fire, leading everyone to destruction.

Mo Wen sat in the Hall of Beishi and heard from the attendant monks outside the hall that Xi San was not found.

Master, the poor monk didn't find the body, did he leave the temple privately? the attendant monk asked Mo Wen.

Mo asked, It's all right.

The attendant monk bowed his head and exited the corridor.

Xisan was the one who stayed in the temple to raise the human-faced lizard. Mo Wen believed that Xisan would not betray him. At the same time, Mo Wen also believed that Xisan should be dead. Someone went to the Fangsheng Lake and killed Xisan.

Is it human Gu, or Yu Linglong?

Mo Wen sat cross-legged on the mat and looked at the Buddha statues in the hall. These Buddhas were kind-hearted, compassionate, or glaring at King Kong. I can't help you, Mo Wen glanced at the Buddha statues and said to himself: None of you can help me.

Master, an attendant monk came to report at this time: Another two hundred and three monks have left the temple.

Let them go, Mo Wen's voice still sounded calm.

Hundreds of monks lined up in a long line, walking down the trail. The real Buddhist practitioners are all poor people, so these monks carry very little luggage, some of which are just a few monk robes.

The wind and snow in the mountains are stronger than those below.

An old monk stopped on the mountain road. Standing here, he could clearly see the military barracks on the plain below the mountain. The military tents were connected into one piece, and the end could not be seen at a glance. He could faintly hear the neighing of horses in the wind. .

Master, two young monks supported their master who was over seventy years old.

The old monk looked down at the road under his feet again. The mountain road was winding and winding, and the snow had been trampled into mud.

Master, do you want to take a rest? asked the young monk standing on the old monk's left.

Let's go, the old monk stepped forward and walked forward. People cannot stay still in the snowstorm, otherwise they will be frozen to death.

The little monk turned his head, and the Yongsheng Temple stood quietly on the top of the mountain. It was the place where he was born and grew up. He left like this, and the little monk was very reluctant.

Be wise, let's go, the old monk called to his little disciples. Those disciples who have grown up and can be their own masters, the old monk has no intention and is powerless to take care of them anymore. But his two little disciples, he He had to take him down the mountain, whether he was a Buddhist disciple or an ordinary person's house, he couldn't let these two children die here.

The long line moved down the mountain little by little in silence.

The group of people finally reached the mountainside, and the road down the mountain became wider, and a few screams came from the front of the team.

There are monsters!

A monk shouted.

A medicine man came up from behind, opened his mouth and bit the monk's face.

Roar!

Ho ho—

...

The medicine man's cry sounded, suppressing the screams of the people, making the people on the mountain road terrified.

Damn it! Yu Xiaoxiao, who was in the tent watching the baked potatoes of the boss, cursed, jumped up and disappeared into the tent.

The former pirates got up in fright.

The head of the family shouted: What, what's going on? Don't ask me to kill you?

Gu Xinglang sat up from the couch, the person who was resting with his eyes closed, now his complexion was livid.

Xiao Wei hurriedly asked: My son-in-law, what happened?

Gu Xinglang said in a low voice: Mo Wen is killing people with drugs,

Who are you going to kill? Those who are leaving? The master instinctively pressed his hand on the handle of the knife.

Go and tell Shengshang and Jing Mo that the medicine man is halfway up the mountain, let them be on guard, and don't let the medicine man enter the barracks, Gu Xinglang quickly walked out of the tent after saying this.

The big guys stood in the tent for a while.

The head of the family came back to his senses, suddenly stomped his feet fiercely, and shouted at Xiao Wei: Still in a daze? You are good at lightness kung fu, why don't you report it?

Xiao Wei ran out of the tent.

The old monk ran up the mountain with the two young monks, but he was too old and fell to the ground together with the two young monks before he ran far.

Master, I'm afraid! The wise little monk cried out.

The old monk looked back and saw that people were eating people on the mountain road under his feet. After being disembowelled and eaten, the mutilated corpses got up from the ground not long after, and ran to eat the people who were still alive.

People were crying, but there was nowhere to run.

The world instantly turned into hell.

Two medicine men walked towards the old monk and the two young monks.

Go! The old monk shouted with all his strength, pushing the two young monks behind him.

Roar--

A monk with only half of his body crawled towards the three old monks, and his white intestines dragged on the broken part of his body, leaving a long bloodstain on the ground.

The two little monks didn't know how to cry anymore, they stared blankly at the monsters walking or crawling towards them.

An attendant monk knocked vigorously on the door of the Hall of Sadness, and said in a hurried voice: Master, something happened on the mountainside! Master!

Mo Wen didn't answer in the hall.

For the first time, the attendant monk realized that waiting was such an unbearable thing.

This is punishment, finally came a voice from the hall, Master Mo Wen said word by word: If you want to leave, you have to pay the price.

The attendant monk stood blankly outside the Hall of Sadness, unable to believe what he heard.

Mo Wen grasped the rosary beads in his hands, and one hundred and eight white jade bodhisattvas instantly turned into a pile of powder.

Then, what do we want... the attendant monk stammered.

Close the gate of the temple, Mo Wen said without waiting for the monk to speak, Let the believers outside the temple not be afraid, there is a Buddha on the mountain to protect them, and they will be fine.

The attendant monk was still standing there.

Aren't you going soon? Mo Wen said softly.

The attendant monks didn't have time to respond, so they ran away in a hurry.

The old monk on the mountain road saw a mouth dripping with blood and saliva. In desperation, the old monk tightly protected the two young disciples under his body.

The medicine man let out a ho-ho sound, and the raw meat was right in front of his eyes, and the medicine man bit the old monk violently.

The old monk who was waiting to die saw the monster in front of him turned into ashes as if he had been cast by a spell.

Are you all right? Yu Xiaoxiao pulled the old monk up from the ground.

The old monk looked at the person who saved him in a daze.

I'm going, I'm scared to death again, Yu Xiaoxiao muttered, and simply carried the old monk and two young monks up the tree, and said: Stay here, don't go down to the ground.

The old monk nodded to Yu Xiaoxiao, this is the only movement he can make now.

Yu Xiaoxiao patted the heads of the two young monks and jumped down from the tree.

The instructor was also halfway up the mountain at this time, and where he passed, the medicine people were all winded away without a trace.

The old monk held the two terrified little apprentices in his arms. Who wanted them to die? For a moment, the old man who had spent his whole life aloof from the world and devoted himself to cultivating Buddhism cursed a person in his heart for the first time with the most vicious language he knew.

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