"That's the money I spent to buy steamed buns for grandpa. Pay me back, pay me back!"
The little girl who was pushed to the ground quickly stood up, grabbed the man's clothes and shouted.
"How shameless is it that such an old man robs a little girl of her money?" the middle-aged woman pointed at the man and cursed.
The penny was originally given to the little girl to thank her for finding money, but now it was snatched away by this man, which immediately made her very angry.
"What, you want to show off?" The man glared at the middle-aged woman fiercely.
Suddenly two young men with sly eyebrows appeared behind him, staring at the middle-aged woman with unkind expressions.
The man's face was full of arrogance, and he didn't care at all about the contemptuous eyes of the crowd, let alone the presence of Yang Xun and others on the official road.
In these days of war and chaos, it is common to see troops and officials on official roads. These nobles have no time to take care of his troubles.
Under their power, the middle-aged woman finally chose to swallow her anger and turned her head to the side.
The man smiled disdainfully and glared at the little girl fiercely: "If you cry again, I will kill you if you cry again!"
As he spoke, the man raised his hand, which was bigger than the little girl's head.
"No, I can't bear it anymore!" Upon seeing this, Li Ping'an was about to rush forward on horseback, and Yang Xun was also about to ask the Jin Yiwei to go up and get someone.
At this moment, a monk wrapped in white cloth grabbed the man's hand.
"Amitabha, donor, it's your fault to steal money, why do you still beat people?"
"Where did the monk come from? You are too lenient. Are you the emperor?" The man frowned and wanted to pull his hand back but found that he couldn't do it.
The monk smiled slightly and said, "As a monk, how can I stand idly by when seeing injustice on the road?"
"Damn it, I just took a penny from her, why are there so many reckless things popping up? Get out of here, or I'll beat you up too!" As he said that, the man's other hand had already poked the monk's head.
The monk shook his head helplessly, closed his eyes, clasped his hands and said, "The donor is too cruel, so let the poor monk save you!"
Hearing this, the man suddenly laughed: "To save me? Is it possible that you want to chant sutras to me?"
The two young men behind the man also laughed and looked at the monk as if they were a fool.
"Amitabha."
Suddenly, the monk opened his eyes suddenly, the veins in his arm were exposed, and he punched the man in the face.
The man was unprepared and was knocked to the ground by a punch. He opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, with many broken teeth mixed in the blood.
"Fuck your grandma, if you dare to hit me, come on and kill him!" The man covered his mouth and roared at the two young men behind him.
The two young men roared and rushed towards the monk.
At this moment, the monk tore off the white cloth on his body, revealing his strong muscles. There were scars one after another on his chest and back, which looked extremely ferocious. There was also a tattoo on his left shoulder. Shoulderosaurus.
However, this over-the-shoulder dragon is not as exquisite as modern ones. It is a black mass and can barely be seen as the shape of a dragon.
When the two young men saw this, they were so frightened that their legs weakened. They turned around and ran away before they could reach the monk.
"Want to run?" Li Ping'an immediately chased after him on horseback, slashing twice, killing the two young men.
The monk seemed not to have seen this scene, clasped his hands together again, and walked up to the man.
"Buddha, my disciple is guilty."
After saying that, the monk lowered his head and stared at the man.
Their eyes met, and the man froze on the spot. For a long time, the monk slapped him in the face with a big mouth, and then reached out and took out the copper coin in his arms.
"Grandpa, grandpa, what's wrong with you?" At this moment, the little girl's cry came from behind him.
The monk turned around and found the little girl squatting next to the old man, shaking the old man's body constantly.
The old man was lying quietly on the grass, his face was pale, there was a big stone next to his head, and there were bursts of blood on it.
On the other side, Yang Xun's eyes were cold, and he actually lost his life. If he didn't kill the man, it wouldn't be enough to vent his anger!
"Qinglong, do you know what to do?"
"You deserve to die!"
Just as Qinglong was about to step forward to take someone away, the monk suddenly shouted loudly, with a murderous intent flashing in his eyes, he turned back and slapped the man on the head.
The man groaned, his orifices immediately started to bleed, and he died.
Then the monk walked up to the little girl, squatted down and touched the little girl's head, and then put the penny into the little girl's hand.
"Donor, your grandfather has gone to the Western Paradise. Look forward and don't cry anymore."
"Why, Qing'er no longer has a father and mother, why doesn't even grandpa want Qing'er?" The little girl suddenly threw herself on the monk and burst into tears.
The monk had a complicated look on his face, and while letting the girl cry in front of her, he closed his eyes and silently recited scriptures to save the souls of the dead.
Seeing this scene, Yang Xun shook his head helplessly, he is another poor person!
It's a pity that the man died so happily, it was so easy for him!
When the monk opened his eyes again, he suddenly saw Yang Xun and others on the official road not far away. He picked up the little girl and walked towards Yang Xun.
The little girl seemed to be tired from crying, so she fell asleep in the monk's arms.
"Stop, Your Majesty, don't be presumptuous!" Qinglong Xuanwu quickly stepped forward to block the monk's way.
As the saying goes, an expert can tell when a strike is made. They all saw the monk's palm just now. Both the strength and speed were just right, which showed that the monk was a master. Even the two of them did not dare to look down upon it.
As Jin Yiwei, they did not dare to joke with Yang Xun's life.
"It turns out that the King of Zhenbei is here, and the poor monks are teaching Dharma and have met the prince."
Monk Pufa did not know Yang Xun, but in this place in Beiyan and Huaizhou, there was only one prince like Zhenbei Wang.
"The prince is here, kneel down quickly!"
Someone among the people exclaimed, and for a moment thousands of people fell to their knees.
Yang Xun immediately rode his horse forward and shouted loudly: "I am just passing by here, people don't need to be polite, please get up quickly!"
Qinglong and Xuanwu guards were on both sides of Yang Xun, staring at Monk Pufa with vigilance.
"Xing Daorong!"
"The general is here!" Xing Daorong trotted forward from the team.
"Go and appease the people and tell them to go to Beiyan City or Liaozhou City. Someone will arrange for them there and give them shelter and food." Yang Xun ordered.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty, leave it to the general!"
As Xing Daorong spoke, he quickly ran into the crowd of people, dancing and saying something, spitting like flying stars. The people around him were stunned and praised Yang Xun's benevolence in unison from time to time.
Yang Xun then looked at Monk Pufa and asked, "Da... uh, are you busy?"
The word "master" was really not uttered, mainly because Yang Xun looked at this Dharma practitioner and he didn't look like a monk, but more like a big brother in society.
Especially those muscles, which are comparable to all the macho readers, can this be developed by a monk who eats fast and chants Buddha's name?
"Your Majesty, this girl is really pitiful. If she is left alone, she may not be able to survive in the world. She is a poor monk traveling all over the world and is alone. It is really inconvenient to take her with you. Your Majesty is wealthy and has a heart to love the people. Please take this girl in. Come on!" Pufa said, his eyes full of sincerity.
