Chapter 219
The heavy breathing was heartbreaking, and he was unwilling to take his last breath.
"Amitabha."
They couldn't bear it and closed their eyes. Apart from chanting the Buddha's name, they could do nothing else. They had experienced too many births and deaths along the way. They could only watch people take their last breath and then chant a mantra for rebirth, hoping that the person's soul could really enter the Pure Land and suffer less in the next life.
“Huh…huh…”
Death is a long process, especially for those who are struggling to live. Even if it means squeezing out the last lung cell, they will still desperately inhale air into their lungs.
She was unwilling to give up. She didn't want to die, jumping from one devil's cave to another. She just wanted to live until she could redeem herself. She had already made an agreement with Aniu that when she saved enough money to redeem herself, they would leave Jiangcheng and find a place where they were unfamiliar with and live a good life.
Why does she still have to die no matter how promiscuous she is, or how submissive and flattering she is, even when her bones are bent to the ground?
Her wide-open eyeballs were filled with blood clots. In fact, she could not see anything clearly. She could only see a few hazy figures in the dark and blood-red world, and the sound of burning could be heard in her ears.
She was unwilling to accept and would not take her last breath following the Buddha's voice. She did not want to die...!
A little light flickered, and the most obvious thing in the darkness was the monks' shiny bald heads. The soft-hearted monks chanted the mantra of rebirth, which was the last comfort to the miserable people in this world.
"Excuse me, masters, please make way."
Amidst the sounds of Sanskrit, the female voice seemed very abrupt.
These words could not have been spoken by the woman lying on the ground. The person on the ground would enter paradise after taking their last breath. The woman's voice was slow and cold, and even the ups and downs of her tone were calm.
Everyone's attention was focused on the life and death of the people on the ground. No one noticed when this person appeared. Her black dress blended into the night, with only the silver embroidery on it highlighting the beautiful patterns. She was holding a round white lantern, and the light it emitted was also pale. She appeared silently like a ghost not far from the monks.
The mantra of rebirth came to an abrupt end, and the monks, both big and small, didn't know how to react for a moment. Should they pick up sticks to attack physically or chant Buddhist scriptures to drive away ghosts and evil spirits? In the final analysis, it was a bit like Ye Gong's love for dragons.
They have been chanting here for such a long time, and from the initial fear and trepidation they have now come to accept that there is nothing unusual here, just a relatively clean pile of rocks. Now, a single, beautiful woman in gorgeous clothes suddenly appears, holding a pale white lantern, and everyone is startled.
"Amitabha, I wonder why the female donor comes here so late at night." The most stable one was the leading monk. He slowly stood up under the orange oil lamp in front of him, chanted the Buddha's name and put his hands together in greeting. The scar on his bald head seemed to glow golden in the candlelight.
"You really know how to take advantage of the situation. It's obviously you who are making noise at my doorstep for no reason, and my host doesn't want to get involved. Why don't you just leave immediately and ask me what's the matter? That's funny." Wen Zhezhi had been suppressed by Rong Zhou's soft temper for a while, and he didn't have a good face for these uninvited guests. He wanted to drive them away with a cold face to prevent these monks from continuing to make noise.
"Your front door?" the youngest monk asked in confusion. There were only graves here, so where was the front door? ...
There was no need to look up, as a large courtyard with carved beams and painted buildings could be clearly seen not far away. Eight large red lanterns were swaying slightly in the breeze. The ancient and heavy vermilion gate was ajar. The man holding the lantern who suddenly appeared might have come from there.
There had definitely not been such a yard there before. The little monk was so scared of such mysterious and unpredictable means that he hid behind his senior brother, sticking his head out to look over there.
"I heard from outside that a strange beast had destroyed Jiangcheng and slaughtered people, bringing disaster to the people. Even though I had left home, I could not stand idly by. However, after arriving in Jiangcheng, I found that things were not going well, so I came to find out. Amitabha, please forgive me for any offense I have caused."
The monk's words were clear and concise, but Wen Zhezhi seemed aggressive: "You..."
"Zhezhi, stop gossiping, saving lives is the most important thing." The cold boy's voice came slowly, ringing faintly in everyone's ears, but no one saw the shadow of the speaker.
"Yes, master." Wen Zhezhi glanced at the monks with surprised expressions, and stopped talking to them. He walked to the dying woman with a lantern, took a quick look at her, then bent down and easily picked up the rolled-up blood grass mat princess.
As for the monks, they had already retreated to the side and were looking at this side warily.
"What are you doing, female donor..." He had heard that they were trying to save someone, but he was injured like this, even if Hua Tuo were reborn he wouldn't be able to save him. For a moment the monk even thought that these monsters might have settled in this desolate cemetery just to eat human flesh and blood.
"Of course it's to save people. Don't block the road, monk. If you delay saving people, the life will be yours." Wen Zhezhi carried a person as light as a feather as he passed by the old monk. Suddenly, he thought of something: "Oh, you've got the wrong person. If you're looking for the one causing trouble in Jiangcheng, that's the Second Master. He's still running away from home and hasn't come back since. This is our eldest master. He never leaves the main gate or the second gate, let alone causing trouble in Jiangcheng. If you want to find someone, go find the Second Master. You'll definitely meet him in the theater."
Wen Zhezhi stood on Rong Zhou's side no matter what. The trouble was caused by the second master, and it was not good for the master's side. He couldn't let these monks always bully the weak and fear the strong. If he wanted to find someone, he should find the second master. He didn't believe that the second master could listen to so many days of nagging.
When the monk heard what he meant, he was shocked. Oh my god, it turns out there is more than one monster in Jiangcheng. Is the Second Master he is talking about the black giant beast he saw that night?
The world of monks has really transitioned from the previous idealistic feudal superstition to a world full of demons and monsters.
"Master...Master?" The eldest disciple's tone was full of questions. What should he do in this situation?
Before the monsters came out, they had a feeling that all the evil monsters would avoid them. When the monsters really appeared, let alone killing them, they should be thankful that the powerful monsters did not bother with a few mere mortals like them. What could they do?
The elder monk watched the figure disappear behind the vermilion gate. The gate, still open, exuded a deep attraction. He seemed to have made up his mind. He picked up the bag at his feet and threw it to his eldest disciple, "Master, I'm going to see if the woman they brought in has truly been treated. If I never return, you will take this bag with you and your fellow disciples to the Shaolin Temple in Songshan and give it to the abbot."
"master!"
"Amitabha, take care of your fellow disciples." The big monk picked up his Zen stick and walked towards the monster's cave with determination.
Buddha said: If I don’t go to hell, who will?
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