beg for chivalry

——"The monk who broke the precepts" played his heart, ranked tenth on the Jianghu list!

At the first hearing of this name, Zuo Sanniang, who was hiding among the monks, was so startled that she covered her mouth.The abbot of Guangde Temple, Gu Deng, once said before his death that Yan Xin "broke the precept and paid three hundred knives for food, and the knives changed the red cassock".She couldn't think of what such a powerful person looked like before, but she really couldn't forget it when she saw it today.

I saw that this person's head was swollen, and the bald head was uneven, as if it was raining stones from the sky, hitting his head with holes.His face seems to be as big as a millstone, but his facial features are squeezed together in a small way, and it is almost impossible to tell where the eyes are and where the nose is.But it is such a weird and ugly person who is so skillful in wielding a chain knife, which really surprised Sanniang.

Lang Si, the abbot of Fazang Temple, has two long eyebrows, which are almost at the same level as his mustache.When he was angry, his long eyebrows and white beard flicked together: "Yanxin, why did you kill Abbot Jianjing?"

Hearing his aggressive questioning, the strange monk Yanxin lifted the head of the old abbot, took off a bergamot from the knife chain, and scraped carefully on the clean head, and soon removed a layer of plaster.After he cleaned off the mud, he held up his head and showed it to everyone. "Look, everyone, this man is not pure."

But seeing the old-fashioned mud surface peeling off, revealing a young and pale face.

Sanniang gasped when she saw it, she was very familiar with that face, it was the one that Zuo Buzheng loved very much and all the assassins in Houtianlou had.For a moment, she thought she saw Jin Wu, and she almost fainted from fright, but then she thought that this should be someone from the "Shui" department who is easy-to-face, and she calmed down a little in panic.

Yan Xin held the head and said loudly. "There are wishful lines on the side of this man's neck, no doubt he is from Houtianlou. Abbot Jianjing is compassionate and will never do such despicable things as poisoning in perfume. It is Houtianlou who intends to murder everyone's lives, so he borrowed thousands of monks just now." The chance to mix into the crowd!"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the hall was shocked.The whispering sound gradually rose, covering the sound of the wooden fish like a wave.Although everyone looked suspicious, but after taking a look at the head of the Houtianlou Assassin covered in mud, they didn't dare to comment on it.

The long-browed abbot Langsi suddenly showed hostility in his eyes, and shouted violently: "...Why did you know this? Could it be that you are the spy sent by Houtianlou, and you just learned about this?"

Yan Xin put down the severed boy's head, folded his hands together reverently and bowed his head. "Your Majesty Langsi, recently people have been taken captive from all the temples in Wutai, Panlong Mountain. Isn't Xiayu right?"

The elders looked at each other, and the abbot of Shaolin Temple hesitated after explaining the Dharma. "The poor monk heard that the Master Gudeng of Guangde Temple disappeared a few days ago. But the Gudeng martial arts are so strong, the poor monk thought that he just went to the nearby platform to practice the Dharma and would return soon."

Yanxin lowered his eyes: "Xiayu is nothing more than a monk who broke the precepts, and his home is all over the world. I returned to Yuyang recently, and I still have Guangde Temple in my heart, so I came back to Panlong Mountain. All the elders are chanting in the hall, I don’t know that there is a pair of white skeletons hanging at the entrance of Lianhua Village at the foot of the mountain, which belongs to Master Gudeng.”

"Impossible! Is the solid lamp dead?" Changmei Langsi stared angrily.

"Exactly." Yan Xin said slowly. "And it was Houtianlou who killed him!"

His voice is not loud, but his words are powerful.Just now he had shown the head of the Houtianlou assassin who was pretending to be the abbot of Jianjing, and the Ruyi pattern on his neck could be clearly seen by everyone.

Although Abbot Langsi looked like he was confronting the cracking monk fiercely, he was well aware of the current situation and said decisively. "The robes and bowls of the temples in Wufeng, now immediately count the number of disciples in the temples, and if there are any discrepancies, immediately inform the poor monk!"

But the monk who broke the precepts shook his head and said: "Don't bother so much." He held the food knife chain in his hand, shuttled slowly between the futons, and said leisurely at the same time. "Xiayu has wandered around in all directions for ten years, just like a wild dog. It is really a piece of cake to sniff out the smell of the same kind."

His eyes were as small as small beans, and no one could see where he was looking, but he suddenly stopped in front of a monk and spoke. "You smell like blood."

The monk replied: "Just now when Master Cai beheaded someone, blood spattered all over the place, and the monk was slow to avoid it, so there was some blood on his body."

Fold your palms together. "But Xiayu can clearly smell it—the smell of blood does not come from your clothes, but from your bones!" As soon as he finished speaking, he separated his palms again, and a golden chain rattled.In the blink of an eye, three hundred Buddha sword hands protruded out, and the clear and crisp sound was twisted in the heart of the monk.In an instant, the blood snake meandered down from the gap between the chains.Yan Xin took a knife across his face, took off a bloody mud shell, and threw it on the ground.

Seeing the familiar facial features, everyone was shocked: it was another Houtianlou assassin.

"Endless, how many people are there?" Abbot Lang Si's eyes burst out, and he said angrily.

"According to Xiayu's opinion, the killing is not finished yet." The monk who broke the precepts said, took the chain back into his hand, and wrapped it around the Liuhe iron gauntlet on his wrist.He doesn't kill when he folds his palms together, but when he separates it means that he has the intention to kill.After a while he stopped in front of a young monk, wearing five common clothes, with a round face like a goose egg, crescent-like eyes, and a very good temper.

Yan Xin said: "You have a murderous look in your eyes."

The little monk said: "You see, I have a smile on my face, not only in front of the Buddha, but also in the back of people. There is honey in my eyes. Why do you say 'murderous'?"

Yan Xin closed his eyes and shook his head, no one could see whether his eyes were closed or not, but everyone present could see him shaking his head.He said: "People who smile in their eyes often don't smile in their hearts. Because you only have a smiling face, and you are not as blessed as Maitreya Bodhisattva."

He parted his hands—it was about to kill.At this time, the little monk suddenly shouted, pulled out a small scorpion from the belly of his clothes, raised his hand and chopped at Yan's heart.The Houtianlou Assassin's military uniform was sometimes covered with a golden silk armor, so as not to hurt his stomach with the hidden weapons hidden all over his body.

It's a pity that hidden weapons can't hurt the golden silk armor, but eating knives can.This leaf-like thin blade was originally used to hold a mouthful of food. It was originally a magic weapon, and when the blade was extremely thin, it could even be used to carve rice grains.The golden silk armor was not perfectly stitched, the little monk was pierced into the body by dense blades in a blink of an eye, and turned into a blood corpse in an instant.

The precept-breaking monk sighed. "Amitabha, break the precept of killing again."

He stepped over the corpse, stepped on the pool of blood on the ground, and left a string of black and red footprints on the stone bricks.

The assassin originally wanted to lurk in the dark and kill him by surprise, but he didn't expect this person to be extremely sensitive to murderous intent, so he beat them up.Whether it was Mizubu or Jinbu, a novice who killed for the first time or a seasoned slaughterer, this ugly monster named Yanxin could kill them all in one go.

Yan Xin paused suddenly, nodded and said. "You foolishly forgot, the most likely place to infiltrate assassins... is the traveling monks."

He turned and walked towards the monks carrying the shelves of scriptures.For some reason, Zuo Sanniang suddenly felt frightened.Yan Xin's bulging head cast a shadow on her face like a boulder, lifeless.There seemed to be thousands of small knives cutting back and forth in her heart, and it was painful, but when she thought about it carefully, she found that they were all shining bergamot knives.

I'm dying.

She suddenly thought so.

What an odd idea!She has lived for more than ten years and has never considered this issue.She once saw Zuo Buzheng hit the assassin with his palm, and the man died with his belly burst and blood streaming down his face. After death, the body was either dried and used to press the Guanyin statue, or thrown into the dungeon to be fed to vicious dogs. .

Sanniang felt that dead people were not good, because they were motionless and would not tell her worldly gossip like Jin Shiba did, and they would soon rot and stink, giving birth to annoying fly maggots.But she has always felt that it doesn't matter, the hidden guards around her will be replaced every month, some of them were gouged and killed in the cold night, and they can no longer be recognized as human beings; Like mud.Mu Shishi and Shui Shiliu stayed by her side for two months, but Sanniang felt that they would die soon, and new guards who were born exactly the same would be sent.

The life and death of others is like a mustard grain to her, but when she is facing the murderous monk who broke the precepts, a fear that she has never experienced suddenly surges into her heart.

"Shui Shiliu?" she called out uneasily.But all the monks around him remained silent, closing their eyes and chanting sutras, like a grove of quiet and rustling trees.Sanniang looked left and right, but she couldn't see who was Shui Shiliu who usually protected her.

She entered this Stone Buddha Hall playfully today, she was just curious about how the assassins usually killed people and wiped out their traces, she wanted to see it with her own eyes, but she didn't expect the danger.What Houtianlou does is to make a living by licking blood at the edge of a knife. If you disobey inside the building, you will die, and if you are a little careless outside the building, you will die.The girl just realized the hardships today.

The broken monk stopped in front of her.

The knife chain was shining golden, and the Buddha's hand was still dyed with a layer of light red tulle—it was the blood of the assassins, which slid down like raindrops.Yan Xin looked at her face hidden in the shadow of the hat, the corners of her lips suddenly raised slightly, revealing an ugly and weird smile.

"Pretty little girl," he said.

Sanniang's heart sank, and her whole body felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave.She looked at Yan Xin's face in disbelief, that ugly face that was shocking to the world, but her eyes were as calm as a pool of tranquility.These are not like a pair of murderous eyes, but undoubtedly a pair of ruthless and indifferent eyes.

Abbot Langsi stroked his eyebrows and complained. "Yuanxin, men and women are different, don't be rude. Do you even want to break the precept of 'fornication'?"

Yanxin ignored him, and objected to Sanniang, saying: "You are not a nun, how can there be a nun who became a monk at the age of thirteen or fourteen? You have no murderous intent, nor blood."

Zuo Sanniang felt that it was extremely difficult to swallow a mouthful of saliva, she shook her head stiffly, her eyes were filled with fear.

She is afraid.He was afraid that he would be strangled to death by the knife chain in the next moment.

The head placed on the stone brick in the middle of the treasure hall was pale, with black hair hanging down. It was obviously a clear and bright young man's face, but now it was stained red and black with blood, and the eyeballs almost protruded out of the orbit.

Sanniang was thinking: Will I be like him too?Hanging his head with a knife chain, and then wearing it on a golden roof to expose to the sun and rain? ——Zuo Buzheng did this before. She killed the husband and wife of the commander-in-chief of the Nine Frontiers in Yunjuan Mountain in Jiazhou, and put their corpses on the golden dome for eagles to peck at.She didn't think it was cruel before, but now she felt a dull pain in her body when she thought about it.

The precept-breaking monk stared at her, and suddenly laughed.The hands are still clasped together, not separated, and the creepy knife chain is still hanging on the arm, as if there is no intention to make a move.He said calmly:

"Xiayu is not a saint, and it is inevitable that he will make mistakes. Just now I saw that the girl is young, I just thought it was strange, but then I thought about it: it is a dead rule to become a monk at the age of forty, so what if the girl insists on becoming a monk after breaking the Buddha's ring? The monk who broke the precepts does not mean to blame the girl for violating the Buddhist rules."

He folded his palms and bowed to Zuo Sanniang, turned around again, and walked aside.

The monk who broke the precepts can see the assassin who intends to kill, but he can't see through Sanniang who has never taken human life seriously.He can naturally recognize someone with a murderous intent, but unfortunately Zuo Sanniang, although she also kills people, never feels that she has made a mistake.Therefore, she can be regarded as innocent and innocent, without any killing intent in her body.

Seeing him turn around to leave, Sanniang's heart suddenly relaxed like a tight string.This loosening didn't matter, she felt dizzy and dizzy all of a sudden, her knees trembled, and her body unconsciously leaned forward.

Yan Xin seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, turned around and reached out to embrace her, saying. "What's wrong with the girl?"

Sanniang didn't dare to answer, she just shook her head desperately with a pale face.At this time, the monk who broke the precepts let out a "Hey", staring at her arm, the girl followed his gaze, and was instantly frightened out of her wits.

He had just helped her up, causing Sanniang's cuff to slip off accidentally, revealing a wrist as white as jade.

And I saw a wishful tattoo on the inside of her wrist!

Just now, the person who pretended to be the pure abbot and sprinkled poisonous white sandalwood water in the hall also had a wishful mark on his neck.

The monk who broke the precepts looked at the Ruyi pattern, and there seemed to be a brilliance in his eyes.He slowly raised his eyes, looking at Zuo Sanniang carefully like a vulture coveting a carrion corpse.

Just listen to him every word, categorically and authentically. "...you are also... a member of Houtian Tower!"