But we didn't go very far in the early morning, and stopped when we reached the place where the bandits died.
"Go, Chongming, look for any money or anything. Our family is having a hard time, so save it if you can." Ling Chen reached out and patted Chongming and commanded.
Hearing this, Chongming shook his body and lay down directly in the horse's mane. This way he clearly told Qing Chen that it would not go and stop thinking about it.
"Hey!? You guy? You don't want the delicious food anymore, do you? You need money to buy those things, you know?" I almost laughed out loud in the early hours of the morning.
When he heard that it was delicious, Chongming's slightly narrowed eyes suddenly widened. He tilted his head and looked at Qingchen seriously, seemingly wanting to know if Qingchen had lied to him.
"I'm not lying to you, really, go, go, go." Ling Chen had no choice but to nod his head repeatedly to show that he was not lying.
Before he finished speaking, Chongming immediately flew towards the group of bandits on the ground.
Ling Chen couldn't help but smile bitterly. This guy Chongming was almost a sperm. Chongming could understand everything he said, and he also had his own little temper, just like a child.
Watching Chongming skillfully flipping and grabbing clothes, gathering and sorting valuable things, my eyelids jumped in the early hours of the morning. Why didn't it look like it was the first time he had done this?
This is too skillful! ? Even if he were to do it himself, he might not be able to turn it over so carefully and skillfully. It seems that this little guy doesn't do good things on weekdays!
And in the temple on the other side of the mountain.
Old monk Wude walked to a big tree with ease, looked around, and after making sure that no one was around, he jumped up and took off into the canopy of the tree.
Under the cover of green leaves, a rather huge bird's nest is clearly visible.
"Little guy Chongming, I'm sorry. I think you won't be back for a while. I'll lend you something." Old monk Wude clasped his hands and muttered.
Then he reached out and groped for a while, and actually took out a few grains of broken silver, which seemed to weigh at least three or four in total.
Wu De weighed the broken silver in his hand and smiled happily like a child who had succeeded in a prank.
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"These poor guys." Ling Chen looked at these scattered belongings and curled his lips in disgust.
But come to think of it, how much money can a group of bandits have on them? Even if you have money, you probably keep it in your lair, right?
Eh? etc……
The bandit's lair?
In the early hours of the morning, he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked around. It seemed that he could let Chongming look for the bandit's lair when he had nothing to do. Then he would clean it up, have extra income, and also eliminate harm for the people. It was the best of both worlds. .
Thinking of this, Ling Chen couldn't help but laugh out loud. He felt that he was really a genius for having thought of this.
Chongming stood on the horse and heard Chen Chen's laughter. He tilted his little head and looked at Chen Chen like a fool.
"Tsk~ What's that look in your eyes? If you look at me like that again, I'll pull out all your hair." Ling Chen glared at Chongming with dissatisfaction.
When Chongming heard this, he immediately raised his head and stared at Chen Chen. He flapped his wings and flew towards Chen Chen, using his wings to try to give Chen Chen a big fight.
But unfortunately, it failed.
"Oh, don't make trouble, let's hurry up and hurry up." Ling Chen quickly pushed Chongming back.
Seeing that the attack was fruitless, Chongming angrily opened his mouth and bit the meat on the back of Lingchen's hand while shaking his head wildly.
After having fun for a while, I put those trivial silver coins in my sleeves in the early morning and rode towards the established route, enjoying the scenery along the way. It was very pleasant.
After walking for more than an hour, at this moment, I suddenly smelled a trace of blood in the air in the early morning.
In the early hours of the morning, he suddenly frowned, how could anything happen to him? Could it be that this is the fate of the legendary protagonist? A bit evil, right?
In the early morning, they drove their horses in the general direction of the smell of blood. Not long after, they saw corpses lying on the ground. There were about a hundred or so people, and it looked like a caravan or something.
Judging from the wounds, almost all of them were killed with a single blow, and the execution was very clean and tidy. From this point of view, you can know that it was not done by the group of bandits he encountered before. They did not have this ability.
I jumped off my horse in the early morning and squatted next to a corpse for a while to observe carefully. The wounds on the neck were neat and smooth, almost splitting the neck into two. It seemed that the murderer had sharp weapons and had a certain amount of force.
After looking at more than a dozen people in a row, the situation was basically the same, but judging from the direction of the wounds, there were at least ten people who had done it.
And based on where the bodies were scattered, these people had almost no room for resistance. More people chose to run away, but were killed before they could get very far.
This group of people didn't even spare the horses that pulled the cart, but killed them all, so there was no way there would be any survivors. Moreover, the goods on the cart were neatly arranged, without any trace of missing or turning.
This also shows that the person who kills does not come for money, but more like seeking revenge or feeling addicted to killing.
"Hey~ It's interesting." Chen Ling rubbed his chin and sighed.
But Qing Chen was just out of curiosity. Since he wasn't seeking money, he couldn't be a bandit, so he wasn't very interested because he had no interest in knowing what happened.
At most, out of politeness, reciting the rebirth mantra to these people would be considered an end to the encounter.
"Amitabha..." Ling Chen sighed, clasped his hands together and said the Buddha's name, then closed his eyes and recited the Rebirth Mantra to save the dead souls.
While reciting the mantra of rebirth, Chongming squatted obediently on Chen Qing's shoulders, motionless. But just halfway through reciting, there was a sudden sound in the distance. Chongming immediately stood up and stared in the direction of the sound.
In the early hours of the morning, he ignored all this and continued to recite the mantra of death. No matter what happened, nothing could stop him from transcending the souls of the dead.
Soon, a group of government officials arrived on horseback with swords drawn, followed by a group of soldiers in iron armor. When they saw the corpses on the ground, the government officials could not help but let out suppressed exclamations. Apparently, Just for these dead people.
When they saw Wei Wen standing among the corpses, a group of people couldn't help but look at each other. Where did this monk in white come from?
Just when several government officials wanted to shout, the leader of the armored soldiers raised his hand to stop him. They had no choice but to watch in silence as Ling Chen muttered something in a low voice.
Perhaps sensing the threat, Chongming jumped to the shoulder facing the crowd in the early hours of the morning, staring at them with his blood-red eyes.
Not long after, the recitation of the Rebirth Mantra was finally finished. Chen Qing slowly opened his eyes and immediately discovered a crowd of government officials and soldiers surrounding him.
"Dear benefactors, this poor monk is polite." In the early hours of the morning, he calmly put his hands together and bowed.
"I don't know where this master came from and where he is going?" A man with a steel helmet and red tassels floating on his head asked.
"Come from where you are and go to where you are going." Ling Chen smiled slightly and said.
"Then what were you doing just now?" the man asked again.
"To save the souls of the dead." Ling Chen's explanation was very concise and to the point, without saying a single word.
The man nodded and raised his hand to signal others to deal with the battlefield, while he dismounted and walked to Ling Chen.
"I am under the command of King Xia Zhenshan, Leng Ruohai." The man introduced himself.
"The poor monk is buried three times." Chen Ling answered with his hands clasped together.
