One month later.
Although I still couldn't completely dodge the stones thrown by the old monk Wude in the early morning, I was able to dodge almost nine out of ten.
Early in the morning, he put on the monk's robes sent by Ren Hongluan, wrapped the Buddhist beads sent by the old monk Wude around his right hand, and looked around the temple where he had lived for eighteen years, with eyes full of reluctance.
"It's time to go, kid." Old monk Wude stood at the door of the Buddhist hall, leaning on his Zen staff and saying with a smile.
After hearing what Old Monk Wude said, he came back to his senses in the early hours of the morning and turned to look at Old Monk Wude.
After a long time, Chen Qing lifted up the hem of his monk's robe, knelt down in front of the old monk Wude, kowtowed three times politely, then stood up and walked down the mountain without looking back.
In the early hours of the morning, he held the prayer beads tightly in his right hand. He didn't dare to stop or look back. He was afraid that if he stopped, he would never be able to leave.
Two lines of clear tears flowed down Chen Ling's cheeks and fell on the threshold of the temple.
Old monk Wude looked at Chen Chen's back, holding the Zen staff tightly in his hand, his eyes a little red.
Then, as if he had made up his mind, Old Monk Wude turned around and walked towards the Buddhist hall. In the early hours of the morning, he and Old Monk Wude faced each other back to back, and neither of them looked back.
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Village at the foot of the mountain.
"Just hand over half of the money and food to me! Be obedient, and nothing will happen to you! Do you understand?" A bearded man shouted, waving a worn-out sword in his hand.
Not far in front of the strong man, dozens of villagers huddled together, staring at the bandits in front of them in fear. They didn't understand why there were bandits here.
Obviously, there have been no bandit troubles for hundreds of years since our ancestors settled here, so why did it suddenly happen today?
"Hahahaha...Brother! Here is a pretty little girl!" A lean bandit dragged a woman and walked towards the strong man regardless of her pleas and cries.
"Get out of here, motherfucker! I want money and food! When have women not been there!? I want to go back for revenge!" The strong man turned around and roared.
After all, he calls himself a forest hero. Even if he is desperate, he can't kill all the people and touch women and children? That's absolutely not possible!
His village was attacked and massacred, and only a few dozen people escaped. He wanted to accumulate information so that he could go back and take revenge.
When the lean man heard this, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, but the smile on his face remained unchanged. He nodded and bowed in agreement with the strong man's words.
"Get out of here! My eldest brother has spoken, you are lucky!" The lean man raised his leg and kicked the woman, and then walked towards the strong man.
When he walked to the side of the strong man, the lean man winked at his accomplice behind the strong man.
Those people had cold eyes, nodded to the lean man, and slowly pulled out the knife from their waist.
"You only need to hand over half of the money and food! We will turn around and leave immediately! If there is a strong man who wants to join the gang, your family's share will be exempted! Do you understand?" The strong man was still saying loudly to the people behind him. Nothing is known.
"If you come back with me and take revenge, I can even kill you... ugh!" The strong man's eyes suddenly widened, and he looked down at his chest in disbelief.
Several knife points pierced his chest, dripping with blood. The strong man never expected that his brothers, who had been with him through life and death, would take action against him.
Poof!
Another knife was stabbed from the waist.
"Brother, there is really no way to live with you. We don't want revenge, we just want to live, so... you'd better die." The lean man's eyes were cold and he whispered into the strong man's ear.
"You..." The strong man turned his head and stared at the lean man. He wanted to say something, but the blood in his mouth blocked his words.
"Brother, don't blame us. How can there be any profit in this poor place? You have to leave half of it to them. How can the brothers live?" The lean man continued, as if these words had been held in his heart for a long time.
After saying that, the lean man pulled out the knife, shook off the blood on it, and watched the strong man slowly fall down with a look on his face, a proud sneer on his face.
"Okay, folks, it's my decision now. We want all the money, food, and women. If you don't want to be massacred in the village, just hand them over obediently." The lean man turned around and said cruelly.
"You...why do you have that!" A villager couldn't bear it any longer and asked loudly.
The lean man's eyes flashed coldly, and he walked towards the man with the knife in hand.
"Why? Just rely on the knife in my hand! It's fine now. Thanks to this friend, all of you except the young women will die today!" As he said that, the lean man raised his hand and slashed at the villager.
"Ah! Help!!" The villager was shocked and subconsciously raised his arms to resist.
But the villager waited for a long time, but no pain came over him as he imagined, and there was no sound at all around him, as if he had woken up from a nightmare.
The villager carefully lowered his arm and looked in front of him in shock, but was stunned.
I saw a handsome monk with a warm smile on his face, wearing a pure white monk's robe, with a Luan bird embroidered with gold thread on the left side of the monk's robe.
The Luan Bird's head hung down from his shoulders and landed on the monk's chest. His eyes were made of a blood-red gem, and his right hand was wrapped with a string of Buddhist beads that looked very familiar to him.
It was this monk who stretched out his hand and pinched the knife that had been chopped off in the hand of the lean man, but no matter how hard the lean man tried, he still could not break free of those three rather slender fingers.
The person who came was none other than someone who had just come down the mountain in the early morning. He wanted to say goodbye to the familiar villagers, but he happened to encounter this scene by chance.
"Amitabha, this donor, why would you commit murder?" Ling Chen looked at the lean man with a smile.
"You, you, you...who are you!?" The lean man asked with a trembling voice, dripping with sweat.
"The poor monk's name was buried three times. I came down the mountain and wanted to say goodbye to my acquaintances, but I happened to encounter this scene. Is the donor still confused?" Ling Chen explained.
"No...no more..." The lean man was almost scared to death and replied quickly.
He has also seen a little bit of the world. This monk is obviously a man of cultivation, and he is definitely not something he can resist. He only hopes that the monk will be merciful and let him live.
"In this case, I will send you all to your blissful rebirth, this poor monk." Ling Chen smiled and nodded, but the words he said made the lean man's soul tremble.
"No!!! You are a monk! How can you kill someone!!" The lean man let go of the knife and kept retreating, hoping to wake up Chen Chen with words.
"But the poor monk is not a serious monk. He eats meat, drinks alcohol, and marries a wife. The poor monk can do whatever he wants. How about that? The donor still has doubts?" Ling Chen smiled and explained thoughtfully.
"Monk... you are a demon monk! You are a demon monk!!" the lean man roared angrily.
"The donors are very discerning, but this doesn't change anything. These donors should be good people in the next life." After that, the figure disappeared in the early morning.
boom!
A muffled sound came, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound in horror, only to see Xiao Chen appearing behind the group of bandits, and slapped the man's head into the chest with one slap.
The man threw himself to the ground without even a groan, and twitched from time to time, which meant that he was still alive a few seconds ago.
"Amitabha, the poor monk didn't want to see blood, so he had no choice but to take this step." He said the Buddha's name in the early hours of the morning and explained with a smile.
