The disposal of the corpse became a major matter, and the man went down the mountain, and the people discussed finding a place to bury the corpse on the mountain as soon as possible. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info The weather is hot, and I'm afraid it will rot if I put it for a while. Wuqing recommended himself to take someone to dispose of the corpse. Yong has nodded and let Wuqing handle it, and leave the rest of the work to a group of young monks. In the backyard, I blew incense with Buddhist incense for a long time, and I went to the bloody place.

And that person was sent down the mountain by a group of people, and the little monk had no bad words to persuade him, so he left angrily.

After walking for a long time, it was only after he was sure that no one could see him that he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Big brother, big brother, the head asked me to do this, it was wrong for me to poison you, but it was you who were killed by those monks. Now that they are going to bury you, and you are going to go over, you will definitely be able to go to a good place in the next life, don't come to me. ”

The man thought silently in his heart as he walked. Rubbing his hands together in front of his chest, restless.

As he walked, a few people suddenly jumped out of the grass on the side, and Knot really startled him.

"Who!" The man screamed but didn't have time to react, and several people on the side covered his mouth and nose and pushed him to the ground at once.

Several hands covered his face together, he struggled, but the brute force of his body could not withstand a few big men, and he was held down to death.

"You..."

A final scream was stuck in his mouth, his eyes were white, and his hands that had been struggling for a long time hung to the ground, and there was no movement.

After waiting for a while, seeing that the person lying on the ground had not moved, the person who came took a breath and sat on the ground.

"Yang San, Yang San, don't blame me if you die, these are not what I want to do." The people who came also muttered a few words, and a few people next to them threw the corpses directly into the grass. A few people did not stop and hurried away.

On the hill of Shaolin Temple, Wuqing found a good place to go, and took a few monks to dig a pit and bury the corpse, which was already a little festering. and let people override by the side, until the night could not stop.

This is a person who died horizontally, and he died on the Shaolin Temple, and he must have been a bully in his previous life. Those who die are not reincarnated, but this life can be regarded as repaying the debt of the previous life, and Wuqing silently recites the scriptures to transcend his undead.

It was late at night, and the incense in front of the Buddha never stopped, but at night, it had to be removed, leaving only an everlasting lamp.

The fruit offering was taken down and distributed among the small monks who were busy today. The heart is known to God, and it is for someone to eat. Offering fruit at night is the monk's business, and eating the fruit offering is also regarded as praying for oneself's blessing.

Yong has some people, this is one of the things he does every day. There are a large number of people in the Shaolin Temple from top to bottom, and the number of people must be counted every day, and they can only fall asleep after finishing their evening classes.

These things happened today, and in the evening, Yong had already taken a few people to prepare to transcend the souls of the dead. Only then did I find out that Wuqing was not in the temple.

"Who saw where Gocheyo went?" Yong asked.

There were a lot of monks in the Buddhist hall, everyone looked at each other, and a small monk said: "The elder went with me today to bury the corpse, and then said that he was going to cross his wonton there, and after that, I haven't seen him." ”

"Huh?" Yong has secretly thought that big things are not good. This enlightenment has been cautious for many years, and it is impossible for half of his consciousness to do things without telling anything. Although Yong already believed that Wuqing's martial arts were enough for him not to be killed, he was inevitably worried in his heart.

"Come with me, you guys." Yong had called a few little monks and followed him out of the Buddhist hall.

Another monk came out on the side, called Yongming. He is already of the same generation as Yong, and when Yongnian went down the mountain, he was also entrusted with helping to take care of it. Seeing that Yongming was in such a hurry, Yongming couldn't sit and watch, so he found a few monks to go out to help find it.

Outside is the vast night, and in the dark night, looking for a person on the mountain of Shaolin Temple is like looking for a needle in a haystack. Several monks lit torches and shouted the name of Wuqing, searching for them step by step in the dark night.

A few young monks who followed Wuqing to dispose of the corpse during the day found the place where the corpse was buried, and searched for a long time nearby, but there was no trace of Wuqing.

Everyone was looking for it, and suddenly they saw a fire under the mountain, and a noise came all over the world.

Yong has seen the firelight, the Buddha beads in his hand are coiled, stop near the Buddha's head, and silently recite the Heart Sutra in his heart.

The light of the fire under the mountain was surging upwards and upwards, and it was evident that a group of people were coming with torches. Yong has also accepted people, stood in line at the gate of Shaolin Temple, and personally stood at the front to greet the people who were coming.

The light of the fire was getting closer and closer, and Yong had only then seen that it was really a group of people, many people in the back were holding torches, and there were a few people standing in the front, with serious faces.

"The host of Shaolin Temple, come out and answer!"

A roar shook the heavens and the earth, and Yong was already standing there, and he already understood three points in his heart. This kung fu is the Ruoyuan mantra of the Tanglin faction, and the qi starts from the dantian, and it is full of murderous roars. Yong was no longer in trouble, but a few of the little monks behind him were frightened back a few steps by this roar.

"Amitabha, I don't know what the donor is up to? The poor monk is the host of this Shaolin Temple, and the law name is eternal. Yong replied.

The person who came looked at Yongji, with an angry face, said: "I am Zheng Fa, the head of the Tanglin faction, and today I have two brothers who came to your Shaolin Temple to offer incense, and they did not return overnight." Just now I took my brother to search at the bottom of the mountain, but I found that the body of a person is at the foot of your mountain, your Shaolin Temple, are you going to do this business without seeing the sun? ”

As Zheng Fa spoke, someone next to him brought out a corpse, which was far away but could be seen clearly, that person was the man who was crying and making trouble on the mountain during the day.

"Amitabha." Yong was helpless for a while, knowing that this matter was definitely so commonplace. He said, "The monks don't talk about it, but today this person did come here with another person to offer incense. One of them suddenly fell ill and died on the mountain, and the poor monk tried his best to treat him with all his might, but it was irreparable. Therefore, the body of this person was buried in a good place, and he was to take the monks to cross for him tonight. As for the corpse carried out by Zheng Fa, the poor monk really doesn't know. The poor monk had settled down with him before letting him go down the mountain, and it was not known why he died on the mountain. ”

"Nonsense!" Zheng Fa shouted for a while and said, "Could it be that I died in your Shaolin Temple, and it has nothing to do with you?" Let me ask you, since you said that you were looking for someone to help my brother, who can testify to it? ”

Yong was about to speak, but suddenly remembered that Wuqing didn't know where he went tonight. sighed, and before he could speak, a small monk came out from behind him and said, "The brother of the head of the family is exactly where I dug a place to bury him." If I want to prove it, I can prove it. ”