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Liang Jin woke up from the dark dream. He opened his eyes and looked around, and saw Jing Biguo sitting on the side guarding him. He grinned at Biguo and said:

"Biguo, why are you in my room?"

He thought for a while and asked again:

"Did mother go to work in the fields again? Where's my father?"

Jing Biguo's hair was disheveled, his face was scratched by something, his face was pale, his lips trembling and he said:

"Godfather is gone... Godmother is also... gone..."

Jing Biguo felt Liang Jin's dark blue eyes looking at him, grief and apology welled up in his heart, Jing Biguo choked up and couldn't speak, but heard Liang Jin nonchalantly "hmm", as if Jing Biguo It's like saying "Godfather and godmother have gone to work in the fields".

Liang Jin sat blankly for a while, then asked Jing Biguo:

"Biguo, where have my parents gone? Why haven't they come back?"

Jing Biguo couldn't hold back his tears any longer, he hugged Liang Jin who was emptied into his arms, and sobbed loudly:

"Liang Jin, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm the one who hurt my godfather and godmother, and I'm the one who killed them! Blame me! I beg you not to be like this..."

Liang Jin buried his face in Jing Biguo's arms, Jing Biguo felt a burst of moisture in Yuexiong's mouth, and Liang Jin called out sullenly:

"elder brother."

This was the first time Liang Jin called Jing Biguo brother, Jing Biguo said "hmm" after a while, and Liang Jin said:

"If Mom and Dad don't come back, there will be only the two of us left!"

Jing Biguo said:

"Well, brother is with you."

Seeing Liang Jin's distraught look, Jing Biguo felt more and more sad.

Last night, Jing Biguo was hunted down by Baishui Palace. He didn't know the way when he didn't go out on weekdays. In a panic, he fled to the river where Liang Jin drowned a few days ago.

Jing Biguo saw that the people behind were chasing him closely, so he took off his coat, wrapped hay and threw it into the river, while he hid under the bridge frame with Liang Jin in his arms.

The dry grass does not sink in the water, it floats up and down in the river and goes down the river. It looks like a person who is swimming and fleeing. The rushing water covers the breathing of Jing Biguo and Liang Jin. Because Jing Biguo and Liang Jin are children, the people of Biguo let down their vigilance and fell into a trap to chase down the river. Jing Biguo took the opportunity to take Liang Jin and escaped to the upstream of the river. , let Jing Biguo avoid the pursuers of Baishui Palace, Jing Biguo didn't dare to stay, and ran with Liang Jin desperately, Liang Jin let Jing Biguo run away holding hands like a puppet without saying a word , They kept holding each other's hand, as if the other was their own life.

They ran through the wild woods, across the wilderness, until it was dawn, Liang Jin, who had no internal strength, could no longer support himself and fell down. Jing Biguo ran with a sweet throat even if he had internal strength protection. He saw the roadside It happened that there was a ruined temple, so Liang Jin was half dragged and half hugged into the temple.

This small temple is an earth temple, and there is a clay sculpture of the earth god in the temple. The oil paint is so mottled that you can't even see the face clearly.

It may be because the summer solstice has just passed, the ground is freshly swept and it is still neat, and there are a few dry yellow buns on the altar. Although Jing Biguo believes in Buddhism, he is very hungry at this time, so he can only face the land father-in-law. Bye bye, hoarse voice said:

"Grandpa Land is merciful! Biguo and his younger brother escaped here for their lives after being killed by the wicked. They had no choice but to eat your offerings. Please don't be angry!"

As he spoke, he kowtowed twice, then took a steamed bun, patted the incense ash on it and handed it to Liang Jin, Liang Jin held the steamed bun in his hand in a daze, and heard Jing Biguo tell him to eat it, Only then did he lift up the steamed bun to his mouth, and after biting it, the yellow-faced steamed bun had been air-dried, so it could be said that the stone was even more like a stone.

Liang Jin chewed for a long time, and was so swallowed that he rolled his eyes. Jing Biguo searched around, found a broken pottery bowl under the altar, washed it in a nearby stream, and took half a bowl of water for Liang Jin. After drinking, his expression cleared up a bit. Seeing that Jing Biguo didn't eat the yellow bun, he asked:

"Brother, why don't you eat?"

Jing Biguo shook his head:

"I'm not hungry, you eat!"

Jing Biguo was actually empty, he was worrying right now, he would never dare to return to the small courtyard of the Liang family, but he was only 13 years old, and Liang Jin was only ten years old, and the two half-old children had no money on them. What should I fill my stomach with after the yellow buns on the offering table are finished?

Liang Jin was still not so clear-headed, he thought for a while before realizing what Jing Biguo said, so he didn't hear what Jing Biguo said was obviously a lie, and he was exhausted after following Jing Biguo all night After eating a steamed bun and drinking water, feeling tired again, he put his arms around Jing Biguo's waist and said:

"Brother, I'm going to sleep."

Jing Biguo touched his head tenderly and said:

"Well, go to sleep."

The two hid in the temple for two days, and Liang Jin's stimulated sanity recovered. He never mentioned the matter of his parents again, but his smile was much less, he didn't like to talk, and he seemed to hate the dusk. When it was getting dark, his mood became unstable, and he had to be comforted by Jing Biguo to restore his calm.

As expected, the yellow buns were eaten quickly. Fortunately, it was early summer, and there were many fruits in the woods to satisfy the hunger. On this day, it was probably because of the cold night here. Liang Jin caught a little cold, Jing Biguo kept Liang Jin In the earth temple, he went out alone to find food.

Not long after Jing Biguo left, Liang Jin, who was lying there bored, heard footsteps. He just thought it was Biguo who came back, and when he poked his head out of the Earth Temple, someone pinched his neck.

Shen Xiaowei is on the run, he never thought that he would run away, and he never thought that one day he would be forced into such a mess.

Shen Xiaowei is the leader of the Black Lotus Sect, the number one demon sect in the martial arts world. He has always claimed to be the number one in evil martial arts, so this time he came to the north to inspect the industry. Having a different heart, he arranged an ambush near Gyeonggi-do, intending to intercept and kill Shen Xiaowei.

It's just about a clown, Shen Xiaowei sneered, he was never able to sit on the position of the leader of the Demon Cult because of his kindness, this time it's the same, Gyeonggi Province directly became a Shura field, Shen Xiaowei didn't let anyone who dared to betray One's own people, especially the right protector who took the lead in rebellion, according to the canon, who dared to murder the leader would be sentenced to death by death.

Shen Xiaowei never did rough work like execution, but the right protector dared to covet the position of leader. Shen Xiaowei happened to have nothing to do, so he stripped the right protector and tied him to a tree by the side of the road to start the execution.

Shen Xiaowei's weapon is an extremely thin small blade, which can be used as a concealed weapon, and can also be used as a weapon between the fingers when fighting. This kind of delicate and sharp blade is naturally the best punishment of.

Shen Xiaowei thought of the scene where the blade pierced into the skin and oozes blood, and bloodthirsty excitement flashed in his eyes. If no one disturbed him, he could have cut the right guardian into a thousand pieces and put them in a box to bring back to the head teacher as a warning to others. But when he picked the 210th second knife, a bald donkey appeared out of nowhere to spoil his good deeds.

The monk is about 27 or [-] years old, his complexion is a little dark, and his appearance can only be regarded as Zhou Zheng, but his bald head is really shining. The monk saw Shen Xiaowei savagely killing the living among the dead, and he was not afraid. Instead, he sat cross-legged two feet away from Shen Xiaowei, took out a wooden fish and began to chant sutras.

Shen Xiaowei murdered Xing Xing and was enjoying the thrill of killing traitors. He ignored the monk and continued to gesticulate with the dying right protector with the blade.

Unexpectedly, the monk's voice of chanting became louder and louder, and the internal force contained in the voice gradually seemed to be coming from all directions, making it impossible for Shen Xiaowei to ignore it. He could only stop what he was doing, glared at the monk, angrily road:

"Hey! Smelly monk?"

The monk heard Shen Xiaowei asking himself, so he slowly put down Jianchi in his hand, clasped his hands together and said:

"Amitabha, the poor monk is not called the smelly monk, the benefactor, the poor monk is called Anchan."

Shen Xiaowei was laughed out of anger, and said:

"I don't care what your name is, if you recite scriptures here again, I will kill you, do you hear me?"

An Chan recited the Buddha's name again and said:

"What's the trouble, benefactor?"

Shen Xiaowei frowned and said:

"What did you say?"

An Chan said:

"The poor monk thinks that the donor is not a wicked person, so why would he force himself to do evil?"

Shen Xiaowei raised his eyebrows with interest:

"How do you know that I am not the number one villain in the world?"

Anchan said:

"Just because the benefactor has not killed me until now."

Shen Xiaowei felt that this smelly monk was really inexplicable, he was too lazy to talk nonsense with An Chan, and was concerned about this monk's excellent internal strength, so he showed a ferocious expression and said:

"You go, if you don't go, I will kill you now!"

An Chan was not frightened by Shen Xiaowei, he shook his head and said:

"To the poor monk, death is nothing more than giving up one thing for another. If he can save the benefactor from evil and do good deeds, even if the poor monk dies, he will have made a meritorious deed."

Shen Xiaowei sneered, his peach-blossom pupils sparkled, and he said:

"I don't know how you stinky monk plan to cross this seat?"

An Chan said:

"Amitabha Buddha, the Buddha said: Seeking others is better than seeking oneself, seeking oneself is worse than seeking sincerity, sincerity is the pure land of Bodhisattvas, and poor monks are willing to use the pure land to save the almsman!"

Shen Xiaowei's brain began to hurt after talking with An Chan, he sneered and said:

"So, even if you die, you still want to stop me from doing evil, right?"

An Chan nodded and smiled:

"What the benefactor said was exactly what the poor monk wanted to say."

Shen Xiaowei's eyes turned cold, and the blade in his hand swung out:

"Then let me see if you have the ability to stop me!"

Shen Xiaowei's thin blade pierced An Chan's face, An Chan was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, motionless, his clasped palms inadvertently pushed forward, his moves were slow, but the strength contained in his palms should not be underestimated Before touching Shen Xiaowei, Shen Xiaowei was terrified, how could there be such a strong internal force in the world!

Shen Xiaowei didn't dare to take it too seriously, so he retreated immediately, landed a foot away from An Chan and said in surprise:

"Who the hell are you?"

The author has something to say:

small theater

It is said that Biguo saves all the food for Liang Jin, and he is hungry...

Biguo: [stomach growls]

Liang Jin: Biguo, are you hungry?

Bingguo: No!

Author: In fact, Liang Jin may have a little problem like stress disorder, in short, he is a little nervous ==