The appearance of the eminent monks of Dixiu Temple made the atmosphere of Yongsheng Temple extremely tense. It seems that with a little more sparks, this thousand-year-old temple will ignite a raging fire, leading everyone to destruction. .d.
Mo Wen sat in the Hall of Sadness and listened to the attendant monks outside the hall saying that Xi San was not found.
"Host, 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.
Xi San was a person who stayed in the temple to raise a human-faced lizard. Mo Wen believed that Xi San would not betray him. At the same time, Mo Wen also believed that Xi San should have died. Someone went to the liberation lake and killed Xi San.
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 and merciful, or glared at King Kong, "Can't help me," Mo Wen glanced at a statue of Buddha, and said to himself: " You can't help me."
"Host," an attendant monk reported 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 to walk down the mountain trail. The real Buddhist monks are all poor people, so the luggage these monks carry with them is pitiful, and some are only a few monk clothes.
The wind and snow in the mountains are stronger than those down the mountain.
An old monk stopped on the mountain road. Standing here, he could clearly see the military camp on the plain below the mountain. The top of the military tents were connected together, and he could not see the end at a glance. He could hear the neighing of horses faintly in the wind. .
"Master," the two little monks supported their master, who was over seventy years old.
The old monk looked down and looked at the road under his feet. The mountain road was winding and twisting, and the snow was trampled into mud.
"Master, do you want to take a break?" asked the young monk standing on the left of the old monk.
"Let's go." The old monk took a step and walked forward again. People can't stay still in the wind and snow, or they will freeze to death.
The little monk turned back, and the Yongsheng Temple stood quietly on the top of the mountain. It was the place where he was born and grew up. He just left. The little monk was very reluctant.
"Wise, let's go," the old monk called to his little apprentices, those who have grown up and can be their own masters. He had to take him down the mountain to become a Buddhist disciple or enter the homes of ordinary people, he couldn't let these two children die here.
The long procession moved down the mountain little by little in silence.
With great difficulty, the group walked to the mountainside, and the road down the mountain also became wider, and several 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—"
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The cry of the medicine man sounded, suppressing the screams of the people, making the people on the mountain road terrified.
"Damn it!" Yu Xiaoxiao, who was in the tent, looked at the boss who was roasting potatoes, scolded, jumped up, and disappeared into the tent.
The former pirates stood up in fright.
The head of the family shouted, "What, what's going on? Mo Wen killed him?"
Gu Xinglang sat up from the couch, and the person who was resting with his eyes closed at the beginning turned pale now.
Xiaowei quickly asked, "Master Consort, what happened?"
Gu Xinglang said in a low voice, "Don't ask someone to kill someone with a drug,"
"Who to kill? Those who are leaving?" The big boss's hand instinctively pressed on the handle of the knife.
"Go and tell Shengshang and Jing Mo, Yaoren is halfway up the mountain, let them take precautions, don't let Yaoren enter the military camp," Gu Xinglang said, and quickly walked out of the camp.
The big guy stood there for a while in the tent.
The master came back to his senses, and suddenly stomped his feet fiercely and shouted at Xiaowei, "Still stunned
Xiaowei ran out of the camp.
The old monk took the two little monks to run up the mountain, but he was too old to run very far, and fell to the ground together with the two little monks.
"Master, I'm afraid!" cried the wise little monk.
The old monk looked back and saw that on the mountain road under his feet, people were eating people. After the belly was cut open and eaten, the mutilated corpses got up from the ground not long after they were eaten and ran to eat the people who were still alive.
People were crying, but there was nowhere to run.
The world turned into hell in an instant.
Two medicine men approached the old monk and the two young monks.
"Go!" The old monk used all his strength to push the two little monks behind him and shouted.
"Roar-"
A monk with only half body left also crawled towards the three old monks, his white intestines dragged on the broken part of his body, and a long bloodstain was drawn on the ground.
The two little monks didn't know they were about to cry anymore, and stared blankly at the monsters walking or crawling towards them.
There was an attendant monk who knocked on the door of the Temple of Sadness, and said in a hurried voice, "Host, something happened on the mountainside! Host!"
Mo Wen did not answer in the hall.
For the first time, the attendant monks realized that waiting is such a hard thing to do.
"This is punishment," finally a voice came from the hall, Master Mo Wen said word by word: "If you want to leave, you must pay the price."
The attendant monk stood outside the Hall of Sadness, unable to believe what he heard.
Mo Wen held the rosary in his hand, and one hundred and eight white jade bodhis instantly turned into a pile of powder.
"Well, then we want, how do we..." the attendant monk stammered.
"Close the door of the temple," Mo Wen said before the monk could speak, "Let the believers outside the temple not be afraid. With the protection of the Buddha on the mountain, they will be fine."
The attendant monk still stood there.
"Why don't you go soon?" Mo Wen said softly.
The attendant monk didn't have time to answer, and ran away in a hurry.
The old monk on the mountain road saw a mouth that was bleeding and drooling. In desperation, the old monk tightly guarded the two little apprentices under him.
The medicine man made a ho-ho cry, the raw meat was in front of him, and the medicine man slammed into the old monk.
The old monk, who was waiting to die, saw the monster in front of him turning into ashes as if he had been casted by a spell.
"Are you all right?" Yu Xiaoxiao pulled the old monk up from the ground.
The old monk stared blankly at the man who saved him.
"I'm going, I'm scared and stupid again," Yu Xiaoxiao muttered, and simply carried the old monk and two young monks up the tree, and warned, "Just stay here, don't go down to the ground."
The old monk nodded slightly to Yu, this is the only action he can make now.
Yu Xiaoxiao patted the heads of the two little monks and jumped down from the tree.
The instructor was also halfway up the mountain at this time. Wherever he passed, the pharmacists were all swept away by the wind.
The old monk held the two frightened apprentices in his arms, who wanted them to die? In a moment, the old man who had been indifferent to the world all his life 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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