Mirroring the changes

"Then Miss Wang... actually... actually went to the Ksitigarbha Temple while Mr. Wang was away in order to wake up her mother.

It's pitiful that a woman with such talent and beauty was beaten by a group of monks... Sigh. "

When the passerby said this, his face was full of regret.

The other person couldn't help but beat his chest when he heard this: "Oh, Miss Wang is such a filial child."

"Yes, originally the matter was over here."

"result……"

"What? Are those monks still unwilling to take out the 'sacred water'?!"

"That's not true, I got the divine water in exchange.

But no one would have thought that after Wang Tan woke up and heard that her daughter had sacrificed her life, she was so heartbroken that she wished she could live. "

"I didn't wait until I was ready, so I went to Dizang Temple and insisted on interceding with the monk to welcome my daughter back."

"Alas, this mistress of the Wang family, although she is getting older, is still a mature lady."

"I didn't expect those monks to be picky..."

"Could it be..."

"Alas, mother and daughter never came back."

"Beast!"

Many passers-by yelled and cursed upon hearing this.

In any case, Wang Zaoshi is a learned and talented person, and he is also a high-ranking figure in Jinsang City.

Normally, even if the city lord wanted to see him, he would have to come three days in advance!

But at this moment, the crowd suddenly separated.

"Once a teacher, always a father! My mentor is humiliated! How can my student Zhao Chuan endure this!"

Before he finished speaking, a young man with a determined face walked out of the crowd.

There is also a white waistband tied around the body.

He followed Wang Zaoshi directly and followed silently.

"Zhao Chuan! Is this the Zhao Chuan who joined Jixia Academy not long ago?!"

"That's right! I heard that he was accepted by the Legalist master Han Weizi and became his direct disciple!"

Amid everyone's surprise, another white-faced scholar came out, also wearing a white cloth around his waist.

"Student Zhang Duanwu is willing to seek justice for his wife and junior sister!"

After that, he also followed behind Wang Zaoshi.

"Zhang Duanwu? Could it be Zhang Duanwu who ranked seventh in my Great Zhou Dynasty selection this year?!"

"Ranking seventh?! Doesn't that mean you have to go to the City of Gods to face the Holy Spirit?!"

"He is also Wang Zaoshi's disciple?!"

"In the entire Jinsang City, among all the young students, which one has not submitted a post under Wang Zaoshi's sect?"

"Student Liu Hong..."

"Student Yuan Zhou..."

"Student Sha Xingye..."

…

All of a sudden, all the young talents in Jinsang City swarmed out.

They all followed Wang Zaoshi.

Each one wears a white cloth around his waist and has a solemn expression on his face.

Wang Zaoshi shed tears. Even though he was desolate at this time, his character still remained.

But Old Man Pan, who was in front of Wang Zaoshi, was panicking.

He didn't expect that he would engage in such a big battle.

As I walked, my feet couldn't help but spin.

"How could such a happy event be without me, Ximen Zai!"

The rough sound was like the sound of a gong.

When Old Man Wu heard this, his legs and feet went weak, and he and the car almost fell to the ground.

Everyone looked closely and saw that the person who came was very stout, holding a sharp bone-chopping knife in each hand, and he looked murderous.

But he was the famous Ximen Butcher in Jinsang City.

Speaking of which, the Ximen Butcher is also a legend.

When he was young, he and Mr. Wu's wife Pan were childhood sweethearts.

However, he was a martial arts fanatic, and he was obsessed with cultivation. Later, he successfully worshiped in the Bone Bone Mountain outside the Great Wall and became an outer sect disciple.

He is quite talented in physical training and has been promoted all the way to become an inner disciple.

Later, he realized that there was no hope of breaking through the inner scene, and he recalled his past lover, so he chose to become a monk.

At that time, Pan was already married.

This incident became a hurdle in the heart of the old man Ximen.

He felt ashamed of Mrs. Pan, so he set up a meat stall on the street and guarded her silently.

"Hey! You surnamed Wu, you have been withered for the rest of your life, and I will look down on you for the rest of my life."

"I didn't expect you to become angry at this time!"

"Alian!! You did marry the wrong person!"

"This Wu Dalang is a tough guy!"

Ximen Butcher looked up to the sky and let out a roar, his eyes were hot, but he was a hero with tears and a tough man with tenderness.

When Old Man Wu heard this, he was moved and inevitably became jealous.

However, due to his lustful power, he only dared to whisper in his heart.

With the addition of Ximen Butcher, the people of Jinsang City seemed to have gained confidence and joined the team one after another.

"The Butcher Ximen is not an ordinary person, and the Killer Buddha may not be his opponent."

"Opposite to the extreme, those pair of boning knives are made of black iron. Even ghosts and gods can split open them, let alone a mortal monk!"

"With so many of us, is it possible that we can't deal with those monks?!"

"Let's go! Destroy the Dizang Temple!"

A large group of people walked directly towards the Dizang Temple.

East of Jinsang City.

Jizo Temple.

In the main hall, a Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva with a majestic appearance is enshrined.

The Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows and looked down at the kneeling woman.

Next to him, a monk was beating the wooden fish with a solemn expression.

The old woman stood up tremblingly, walked to the monk with hesitant steps, and placed a white porcelain bowl on the table.

He reached into his pocket and dug out again and again. After three or five breaths, he finally collected a handful of broken silver.

A pair of dry hands weighed about ten taels.

Then he clenched the silver in his hand again and again, as if he wanted to break it apart.

After a long time, he tremblingly put all the broken silver on the table.

At this time, the sound of the wooden fish stopped. The monk glanced at the silver coins on the table and frowned, seeming to be a little disgusted.

But he still shouted weakly: "Ksitigarbha bless you."

Then he took a bowl of holy water from the side.

The old woman glanced at the turbid holy water on the table, tears in her eyes, retracted her gaze, and carefully picked up the white porcelain bowl.

She raised her head and looked at Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, with a face full of compassion, silent.

But at this moment, behind this Buddha statue, it was a different scene.

On a carved bed, a bald monk in the middle, holding a white body on each side, sleeping soundly.

At this time, the door of the room rang lightly, and the monk was disturbed from his sweet dream. He frowned slightly and seemed a little unhappy: "Who?"

"Brother, there are many people gathering outside the temple."

"Huh? People gathering?"

The monk smiled evilly, seeming to be a little disdainful, and pinched the woman in his arms with his big hands.

"Those who burn incense, please come in, those who make trouble, beat them out."

"Do I need to teach you this?"

The monk snorted coldly, very dissatisfied, but the disciple outside the door whispered: "Brother, the situation is a little different this time."

"You should go and take a look."

The monk's heart skipped a beat, thinking that at this critical moment, there must be no mistakes.

So he reluctantly pulled his arm out of the soft jade and warm fragrance.

"Two beauties, wait for this master to go out and save all living beings."

Soon he dressed neatly and covered himself with a fiery red cassock from the outside.

The cassock had gorgeous gold thread, red gauze like fire, and a patchwork sleeve, which was sewn exactly twenty-five times.

Wearing the cassock, the whole body was shining.

From a distance, he really looked like a solemn monk.

He looked up and down, and there was nothing left, so he pushed the door and went out.

Only two girls were left on the bed, with wooden expressions and no life in their eyes.