Datang: Awakening of the Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass at the Beginning

As the news about Fawu spread, people in Blue Silver City also started to discuss it.

After all, they live a comfortable life here, and few new things happen.

So I am quite enthusiastic about things that are not about myself.

"I said this monk is not a good person. Not only did he abandon his wife and children, he is also completely unfaithful and unfilial!"

"Isn't that right? Now he comes to our Blue Silver City to commit crimes. It's good that he didn't be killed."

"Excuse me, donors. I just heard you guys seem to be discussing something about monks. I wonder what it is?"

Young monk Huiming originally wanted to promote Buddhism on the street, but suddenly he heard someone talking about the monk.

So I quickly came over and asked, after all, all the monks in the world are one family.

"Here comes another one, and he is still so young. I say, young monk, you should return to secular life. There is no benefit in becoming a monk!"

"Amitabha! How good! Thank you all for your concern. The young monk has been a monk since he was a child.

I grew up in Buddhism, so Buddhism is the home of the young monk. How should the donor ask the young monk to return to secular life? "

"The little monk is also pitiful. He was adopted by Buddhism since he was a child. He may never experience the joy of the world in his lifetime."

"For the young monk, the fame, fortune, wealth, emotions and desires in this world are just passing clouds. The young monk advises all donors not to indulge in them."

"I said you, a young monk, are confused when you pray to Buddha.

If we mortals don’t pursue these, what should we pursue? Are they all going to become monks?

I really don’t know what to say, let’s go! Ignore this confused monk! "

Huiming looked at the passerby who was fine just now and suddenly walked away in anger. He was still a little unresponsive.

"Dear donors! The young monk still has...something to ask!"

Facing Huiming's shouts, the passers-by had no intention of paying attention to him and disappeared at the end of the road in an instant.

Huiming, on the other hand, looked at the passers-by who were leaving quickly, and their voices became quieter and quieter. In the end, he could only hear his own shouts.

Lan Yincheng said it was not big, but little monk Huiming still came to the place where Fawu was lying.

He saw that there were many people around here, and he squeezed in out of curiosity.

But when he finally squeezed to the front, Fawu on the ground gave him a wake-up call.

"Uncle Master? This is Uncle Master Fawu!"

Young monk Huiming hurriedly ran to Fawu's side. Seeing Fawu's face pale and covered with blood, he thought Fawu was dead.

"Uncle Master! How could you be so cruelly attacked? Who did it?

Is there any royal method for this? "

"Little monk! Do you know this person?"

The people around looked at the young monk Huiming and felt aggrieved for Fawu. They naturally thought that the young monk Huiming was in the same group as Fawu.

"This is the young monk's uncle. I wonder if all the donors know who killed my uncle. Please also tell me. On behalf of the monks of the White Horse Temple, the young monk is grateful!"

"They actually come from White Horse Temple, which is a famous temple in Luoyang City."

"So what if you're famous? Does that mean you can commit crimes?"

"It is! It is!"

Amidst the discussion around him, little monk Huiming not only failed to get the answer he wanted, but also heard some bad news.

It turned out that his martial arts uncle made a mistake in Blue Silver City and was beaten to death by people from the city lord's palace.

At this moment, little monk Huiming thought Fawu was dead.

In fact, Fawu is now in a state of suspended animation, and he still has one breath left.

Of course, if Fawu is left alone here, he may really go to see the Lord Buddha.

"Amitabha! Are there any misunderstandings among the donors? Uncle Dharma Master is not such a person."

"Misunderstanding? The notices from the City Lord's Mansion have been released, how can this be false? Besides, who knows people but not their hearts, who can say it accurately!"

"Donors, you..."

Young monk Huiming still lacked knowledge and experience. He found that he could not speak to these people at all, and his face turned red.

"Little monk! You'd better take your uncle and leave! Otherwise, if he dies here, we, Blue Silver City, will be blamed again."

"What? My uncle is not dead yet?"

"Of course he's not dead, otherwise he would have been buried long ago. Would it stink if he was left here?"

Young monk Huiming ignored the vicious words of the onlookers. He carefully inspected the magic weapon.

There was indeed still breath, but it was just too weak for him to notice just now.

"Uncle! Just hold on a little longer and I'll find a doctor for you!"

As the young monk Huiming spoke, he prepared to carry his magic weapon and go to the city to find a doctor for treatment.

Perhaps seeing how difficult it was for young monk Huiming, some kind-hearted people around him began to remind him,

"Little monk! I think you better not bother. Your uncle can't enter Blue Silver City."

"why?"

The passerby's words made little monk Huiming unable to react for a while.

"You can tell just by looking there."

Following the direction of passers-by's fingers, young monk Huiming saw the notice posted on the city wall.

It tells the causes and punishments of some things in Fawu.

Only then did he understand what the passerby meant.

"How could this happen? Hasn't Uncle Fa Wu Master been punished? Why are we still banning him from entering? Isn't this forcing him to die?"

At this time, little monk Huiming didn’t understand why Lan Yincheng did this.

In his world view, what is emphasized is to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately, rather than to kill others.

Although his martial arts master uncle did something wrong, he still has to be given a chance to start over so that he can better lead people to good deeds.

"No! I want to go to the city lord to argue with you."

Having made his decision, little monk Huiming quickly put Fawu under the wall.

Let him lean against the wall so that he may look better,

The young monk Huiming himself hurried towards Blue Silver City.

"Hey! This little monk just left his uncle here and ignored him?

What are you going to do in a hurry? "

"What else can I do? Of course I go to the city to find a doctor. Otherwise, what else can I do? His uncle cannot enter Blue Silver City."

"It seems so. You still have a flexible mind."

"It's not that I'm flexible, it's that you are stupid!"

"Who are you calling stupid? Please explain it clearly to me."

Seeing that there was no more excitement to watch, everyone began to disperse slowly, but the matter of Fawu became a topic of conversation after drinking.

Zhangjia Manor

"Breathe...breathe...breathe! Ah...Amitabha! The little...little monk is polite."

"I said, why are you here again? Just now a monk was thrown out, and now another one is here.

how? Are you monks at odds with our Blue Silver City? "

Jin Yiwei saw little monk Huiming coming over again. They were also a little angry.

Previously, I thought that the young monk Huiming was still young, so I didn't know him as well. But after the incident with Fa Wu,

They didn't have a good impression of the monk either, so the tone they spoke to the young monk Huiming at this moment was a bit stiff.

"Donors, please don't misunderstand me. I came to the city lord to apologize for my uncle Fa Wu's incident. I also ask you to spread the word for this little monk."

"No need! You'd better leave quickly!"

Jin Yiwei waved his hand impatiently, asking little monk Huiming to leave here quickly.

"All donors, I beg you, please let me meet the city lord, just once."

Little monk Huiming had no choice. If he could not see the city's sage leader, then his uncle, a magician and martial artist, would

Maybe I really won’t be able to survive the day of returning to White Horse Temple.

"I asked you if it bothers you..."

"What's going on outside? So noisy?"

Before Jin Yiwei finished speaking, he was interrupted by a crisp voice behind him.