The appearance of the high monk of the Emperor Xiu Temple made the atmosphere of the Eternal Life Temple extremely tense. It seemed that if there was a little more spark, this thousand-year-old temple would be engulfed in flames, taking everyone with it to destruction. .d.
Mo Wen was sitting in the Sad World Hall and heard the attendant monks outside the hall say that Xi San had not been found.
"Master, I haven't found the body. Did he leave the temple without permission?" the attendant monk asked Mo Wen.
Mo asked, "Nothing happened."
The attendant monk bowed his head and left the corridor.
Xi San was the person who stayed in the temple to raise the 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 be dead, and someone went to the release lake and killed Xi San.
Is it a human Gu, or Yu Linglong?
Mo Wen sat cross-legged on a mat, looking at the Buddha statues in the hall. These Buddhas had kind eyes and compassion for the world, or they had angry eyes. "You can't help me," Mo Wen's eyes swept across the Buddha statues and he said to himself, "You can't help me."
"Master," an attendant monk came to report, "Another two hundred and three monks have left the temple."
"Let them be," Mo Wen's voice still sounded calm.
Hundreds of monks lined up in a long queue, walking on the path down the mountain. True Buddhists are all poor people, so the luggage these monks carried with them was pitifully small, some of them only had a few monk robes.
The wind and snow in the mountains are stronger than those below.
An old monk stopped on the mountain road. Standing here, he could clearly see the military camp on the plain below the mountain. The military tents were connected together, and there was no end in sight. The neighing of horses could be heard faintly in the wind.
"Master," the two young monks supported their master, who was over 70 years old, on the left and right.
The old monk lowered his head and looked at the road under his feet. The mountain road was winding and the snow had been trampled into mud.
"Master, do you want to take a break?" asked the young monk standing on the left side of the old monk.
"Let's go," the old monk took a step forward. People cannot stay still in the wind and snow, otherwise they will be frozen to death.
The little monk looked back and saw the Eternal Life Temple standing quietly on the top of the mountain. That was the place where he was born and grew up. He was reluctant to leave it like that.
"Ming Zhi, let's go," the old monk called to his little disciples. The old monk had no intention or ability to take care of those disciples who had grown up and could make their own decisions. However, he had to take these two little disciples down the mountain, either to become Buddhist disciples or to marry into ordinary people's families. He could not let these two children die here.
The long team moved down the mountain little by little in silence.
After a lot of effort, the group reached the mountainside. The road down the mountain was becoming wider, and a few screams were heard from the front of the group.
"There's a monster!"
A monk shouted.
A medicine man came up from behind and bit the monk on the face.
"roar!"
“Hehe——”
…
The medicine man's shouting drowned out the people's screams, making the people on the mountain road terrified.
"Fuck!" Yu Xiaoxiao, who was in the tent watching the boss roasting potatoes, cursed, jumped up and disappeared into the tent.
The former pirates stood up in fear.
The big boss shouted, "What, what's going on? Is Mo Wen coming to kill us?"
Gu Xinglang sat up from the couch. He had been resting with his eyes closed, but now his face turned ashen.
Xiao Wei asked hurriedly, "My Lord, what happened?"
Gu Xinglang whispered: "Mo Wen is using drugs to kill people."
"Who to kill? Those who want to leave?" The boss's hand instinctively pressed on the handle of the knife.
"Go tell His Majesty and Jing Mo and the others that the medicine man has reached the halfway point of the mountain. Tell them to be on guard and not let him enter the military camp," Gu Xinglang said, and walked out of the tent quickly.
Everyone stood in the tent for a while.
The big boss came back to his senses, suddenly stamped his feet fiercely, and shouted at Xiao Wei: "Are you still standing there? You are good at Qinggong, why don't you go and report the news?"
Xiao Wei ran out of the tent.
The old monk pulled the two young monks up the mountain, but he was too old, and before he could run far, he fell to the ground with the two young monks.
"Master, I'm scared!" the little monk named Mingzhi cried out.
The old monk looked back and saw people eating each other on the mountain road below. After being disemboweled and eaten, the mutilated corpses soon rose from the ground and ran to eat the living people.
People cried and shouted, but there was nowhere to escape.
The world turned into hell in an instant.
Two medicine men walked towards the old monk and the two young monks.
"Go!" The old monk used all his strength to push the two young monks behind him and shouted.
"roar--"
A monk with only half of his body left also crawled towards the old monk and the other two. His whitish intestines were dragged at the broken part of his body, leaving a long trail of blood on the ground.
The two little monks no longer knew how to cry or shout. They just stared blankly at the monsters that were walking or crawling towards them.
An attendant monk knocked hard on the door of the Hall of Sadness and said hurriedly, "Master, there is an accident on the mountainside! Master!"
Mo Wen did not respond in the hall.
For the first time, the attendant monk realized that waiting was such an unbearable thing.
"This is a punishment," finally a voice came from the hall, Master Mo Wen said word by word: "If you want to leave, you have to pay the price."
The attendant monk stood outside the Hall of Sadness, unable to believe what he heard.
Mo Wen clenched the rosary in his hand, and the 108 white jade bodhi beads turned into a pile of powder in an instant.
“Then, then what should we do…” the attendant monk stammered.
"Close the temple gate tightly," Mo Wen said without waiting for the monk to finish his words, "Tell the believers outside the temple not to be afraid. The Buddha is protecting them on the mountain, and they will be fine."
The attendant monk just stood there.
"Why don't you go quickly?" Mo Wen said softly.
The attending monks ran away in a hurry without even responding.
The old monk on the mountain road saw a mouth oozing with blood and saliva. In desperation, the old monk held his two young disciples tightly under him.
The medicine man made a hoarse sound. The raw meat was right in front of him, and he fiercely bit the old monk.
The old monk who was waiting to die suddenly saw the monster in front of him turned into ashes as if it had been cast under a spell.
"Are you okay?" Yu Xiaoxiao pulled the old monk up from the ground.
The old monk looked at the person who saved him in bewilderment.
"Oh my god, another one got scared silly," Yu Xiaoxiao muttered, and simply carried the old monk and the two young monks up the tree, and warned them: "Stay here, don't go downstairs."
The old monk nodded to Yu Xiaoxiao. This was the only action he could make now.
Yu Xiaoxiao patted the two little monks on the head and jumped down from the tree.
The instructor had also reached the halfway point of the mountain by this time. Wherever he passed, the medicine men were blown away by the wind without a trace.
The old monk held the two frightened disciples in his arms. Who wanted them to die? At that moment, the old man, who had lived a life of peace and tranquility and devoted himself to practicing Buddhism, cursed someone in his heart for the first time with the most vicious words he knew.
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