The monks looked at Tang Sanzang, who let the Taoist priest and the soldiers defending the city retreat in just a few words, and the look of hope in their eyes became more and more intense, but this would come down from the statue, it would be a capital crime, and they might let themselves stand on a dead end. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Everyone was silent and hesitated for a while, and finally an old monk walked down first and said loudly: "If you want to die, you will go today, why be afraid." ”

When the monks heard this, they also walked down one after another, and the cart loaded with stones blocked the way, and was thrown down directly from a high place, making a burst of noise, but it was quite lively and spectacular, as if the momentum of rebellion had started.

"Captain, look! What are we going to do? In the direction of the city gate, a soldier said in a panic.

"You go and inform them, and they will say that those monks are going to rebel, and let them report to the palace." The squad leader with a scar on his face raised his hand.

"Yes!" The soldier turned and ran toward the city.

"Captain, are those monks really going to rebel?" A soldier on the side was a little worried.

"Hey, it's good that these monks can walk the way, make a fart." The squad leader pursed his lips, his face was full of disdain, and glanced in the direction of the city, "But this kind of thing is not our turn to decide, the nobles over there have their own decisions, we just need to listen to what to do, until the order is handed down, we just need to stand still." ”

All the soldiers nodded when they heard this, their squad leader was a veteran ruffian, he had been a soldier for twenty or thirty years, and the scars on his body were older than their age, and he had escaped death several times, so he had to listen to his words.

All the monks came down, the three sculptures came up and down, there were four or five hundred people, and when they got closer, they were all skinny and skinny, because they had been pulling carts and carrying heavy objects for a long time, they were a little hunched over, and some of the older ones couldn't straighten their waists, and their eyes were staring at Tang Sanzang, like staring at the straw that saved their lives.

Tang Sanzang looked at everyone, he felt a little uncomfortable, along the way, he had never seen such a miserable monk, although he had experienced famine for a few years when he was a child, but he was still basically able to eat at that time, and these people were afraid that in addition to doing heavy work every day, even the basic food and clothing could not be satisfied, this is not a servitude, it is completely a crime.

"They're so pathetic." Ao Xiaobai looked at those monks, his little face was a little pitiful for them, holding the water spirit bead in his hand, wanting to help them recover from their injuries.

"Xiaobai, don't use spells yet, there are too many people here." Zhu Tianpeng, who was on the side, pressed his hand on Ao Xiaobai's hand and shook his head.

"Oh." Ao Xiaobai nodded when he heard this, and looked at Tang Sanzang carefully, these people are monks like the master, and the master must be uncomfortable in his heart.

"I wonder if anyone can tell me what's going on?" Tang Sanzang looked at everyone, nodded and said, although the general situation was almost clear, he still wanted to hear how these colleagues could get mixed up to such a miserable point.

Everyone parted ways, and an old monk with a somewhat rickety back walked forward slowly, and said with his hands clasped together with some trembling hands: "The little monk Hong Miao is the abbot of Zhiyuan Temple, and the master has traveled thousands of miles to come, and he should have washed the dust for the master and welcomed the lecture, but now we are all in danger, and we want to pray for the master to save us, which is really ashamed." ”

Tang Sanzang looked at the old monk, his back was rickety, a wrinkled old skin was on the outside of a thin old bone, his beard and eyebrows were gray, but he still looked quite kind, if he changed into a monk's robe and put on a robe, he should have the appearance of a high-ranking monk, and he also folded his hands and saluted: "It turned out to be Master Hong Miao, the poor monk Tang Sanzang, who came from the Tang Dynasty in the Eastern Soil, dare to ask what happened to Che Chiguo, you are people in Buddhism, why is this?" ”

"Alas, this matter is a long story, and we have to start from more than ten years ago, when the Chechi country was in a drought for many years, and the people had no harvest, His Majesty the King asked me to wait on the stage to ask for rain, but I begged for two years without rain, and the king was furious, and at this time, there were just three Taoist priests who arrived, and they took the stage to ask for rain, and the heavy rain came in an instant, and the king was overjoyed, and named the three of them as the national teachers of Chechi." The old monk sighed, and continued with a gloomy expression: "I never thought that in order to develop Taoism in Chechi, the three Taoists actually pushed the cause of the two-year drought on our Buddhist disciples, the king was furious, and within a few days all the monks from all over the country were arrested, originally planned to kill them all, but then the three national teachers offered a poisonous plan, and turned all the monks into slavery for officials and Taoist servants, pity my three thousand disciples of Buddhism, who were tortured to death by more than 2,000 people for more than ten years, and only more than 500 people remained, The statues of the three national teachers have been built year after year, and people die every day. ”

"It's so vicious!" Sun Wukong raised his eyebrows and clenched his fists. Although she doesn't have a good impression of Buddhism, but maybe because of Tang Sanzang, she is not so disgusted with monks now, and she can't help but feel a little angry when she hears that the three people sacrificed poison to kill so many innocent monks.

"Then why is the king so mediocre? Thousands of monks, isn't he worried about the disaster of Buddhism? Sha Wanjing was also a little puzzled, if the king believed, how could he not be afraid of Buddhism.

"The old king of the year listened to the three national teachers, smelted sand and dry mercury, alchemy elixir, and died within a few years, and then the new emperor ascended the throne at the age of seven, and was raised by the three national teachers since he was a child, and the three national teachers had to ask about the state affairs. Hong Miao sighed again.

"I see, everyone in the world wants to live forever, but there are a few people who can get it, but it's just a dream." Zhu Tianpeng pursed his lips with a smile, looked at Tang Sanzang and said, "Master, should we go in directly and beat those three demon Dao to death, or should we reason with them?" ”

All the monks were shocked when they heard this, they didn't expect Zhu Tianpeng to say such a thing, everyone was in awe of the three national teachers in Chechi Kingdom, and Zhu Tianpeng said so casually that he wanted to kill them.

Tang Sanzang raised his hand and signaled Zhu Tianpeng not to speak first, looking at the old monk Hong Miao frowning slightly, from the attitude of the onlookers just now, it can be seen that everyone is really in awe of the Taoist priest, but the complaints do not seem to be as exaggerated as the old monk said, because in their eyes he did not see any hatred, and for the monks, they have no pity, which seems a little weird, after thinking about it, he is a little curious: "It is the first time I have come to Che Chi Country, and you said that you have been suffering here for more than ten years, I wonder how you know about me? ”