There is not a single cloud in the night sky, like a clear canvas. As the night wore on, the stars dotted with it became more numerous and more beautiful, and they seemed to be looking at something deliberately......

Next to the empty official road, a small pile of firewood was ignited, releasing a cold and demonic light.

A huge iron pot was placed on the fire, and the water inside began to boil slightly.

More than a dozen people sat around the iron pot, and not far away were their sparse families.

"Brother Lu, the water is about to boil, have you thought about it? ”

"Yes, it's not to regret it. ”

......

Lu Jiu's expression was struggling, and he said with a pale face: "Everyone is doing well, Lu's family is thin, and there is only one wife and one son left." ”

The dusty man next to him grabbed the placket of his chest and pulled Lu Jiu in front of him, and said with a hideous expression: "Lao Tzu's only daughter has already shared food for everyone, and you haven't eaten a few bites."

If we want to live, we have to follow the rules.

If you don't make a decision, I'll cut you tonight.

Say quickly, keep your son or keep your wife. ”

Lu Jiu stared at the hideous face of the big man, and then turned his head to look at the green eyes of everyone, as well as the boning knife rubbed in the hand of a man.

While frightened, his heart trembled, and he said, "Keep my son." ”

After that, the whole person instantly lost his soul and lost his strength, and was pushed to the ground by the big man.

Hearing his words, the big man gestured slightly, and the man with the boning knife in his hand got up silently and walked towards the place where Lu Jiu's wife and children were on the periphery.

Moments later, in the middle of the night there were exclamations and the cries of young children. The exclamation moved all the way to the distance, and suddenly, a heart-rending scream rang out.

......

In addition to the crying, the night returned to silence, and the hot breeze blew quietly from afar, taking away the disgusting smell of meat from the iron pot.

In the distance, the sound of horses' hooves could be heard, and the ground began to tremble slightly.

After a while, a group of sergeants came to the victims and surrounded them.

This is the advance force of the cavalry of the Tian Yuan Army that Zhiwen came to rescue the victims.

When the victims were all worried in their hearts, a bald-headed and mighty general rode to the front of the procession, and without saying a word, he quietly stared at the iron pot.

People with strong martial arts have stronger five senses than ordinary people, and they can smell that human flesh is stewed in the iron pot.

Looking at the fresh blood stains on the ground next to him, and the bloody handprints on the torn clothes of one of the men, I couldn't believe it.

The victims did not dare to move, and the scene was dull for a while. At this time, a young child came to the iron pot crying and shouted, "Mommy, Mommy." ”

He then came to the man's side and punched and kicked him.

The man screamed: Yes. Angry in his heart, he kicked the young child.

It's just that at the moment when the man was about to make a move. A flash of white light flashed, and the man's head fell to the ground with a fierce expression on his face.

The young child also seemed to be stunned by this scene, and stood there without crying or making a fuss.

Zhiwen retracted the knife from its scabbard, squatted down and gently held the young child in his arms.

He shouted hoarsely at the soldiers: "Kill, except for the children, kill all these animals to the head of the sect." ”

All the soldiers also held their breath in their hearts, and when they saw the order of the sect leader, they rode horses and ran through the crowd to slash and kill.

In a short time, all but a few panicked children were slaughtered.

The child was handed over to a metropolitan governor and asked him to return to Hangzhou with the child. Zhiwen, who was heavy in his heart, continued to lead the cavalry forward.

The next day, a fire was lit at the location of the victims' bodies.

On the way, a young guard general beside Zhiwen said softly: "Sect leader, in fact, on the way we came, those white bones were all left after being eaten.

These victims can no longer be regarded as human beings, and if they want to blame, they can only blame this God. ”

Zhiwen ignored the young general's words, in fact, when he saw that scene last night, he had already guessed it in his heart, but it was difficult to accept it for a while.

muttered to himself, "This is the so-called human suffering." ”

He then instructed the young general: "The head of this sect has something to deal with, you go and inform a few deputy commanders and let them continue to save the victims."

Send a thousand men with me. By the way, what's your name. ”

The young general arched his hand and said: "The little one's real name is Fang La, and he is ranked thirteenth in the family, and everyone calls him the little Fang Thirteen." ”

Zhiwen nodded, and led a thousand people to leave the team and go to Songshan Shaolin Temple.

Along the way, I saw a lot of victims, and the actions of these victims were even more shocking.

At first, Zhiwen drew his knife angrily, but later he gradually became numb.

Songshan Shaolin Temple is a holy place of Buddhism, and there are monks at the foot of the mountain who are giving porridge to the homeless.

More than a dozen warrior monks held sticks and guarded the mountain gate under martial law to prevent the displaced people from disturbing the Buddha and Bodhisattva when they went up the mountain.

"Amitabha, I don't know what the donor has to do in Shaolin. A young warrior monk asked as he folded his hands and turned to Zhiwen who came to him.

Ten years of vicissitudes, the younger generation of Shaolin disciples basically no one knows Zhiwen. Of course, even those elders probably can't remember a monk who carried firewood and dung for hard labor.

Zhiwen said softly: "Incense, worship the Buddha." ”

When the young monk heard this, he smiled slightly, bowed down to get out of the way, and said kindly: "Donor, please." ”

For a long time in Shaolin, I saw that the courtyard walls of the temple were rich vermilion, the thousand-year-old trees covered the open space in front of the temple, and the lotus powder was green in the big lotus pond surrounded by white stone fences.

Under the leadership of the leading monk, Zhiwen came to the dignified and majestic Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Standing in the hall and looking around at these gilded Buddha statues, the gold layer on the Buddha statues seems to be able to flow down thickly.

That is, they do not bow down, nor do they bow.

Zhiwen inserted incense into the incense burner, looked directly into the eyes of the Buddha and said: "Before Zhi, he only had power, fame and fortune in his heart, and he was determined to become a high-ranking and powerful person.

Inflammatory, flattering, and a naked villain.

Therefore, martial arts were abolished, and the master committed suicide.

Now that the ambition in his heart has been realized, the head of the 50,000 forbidden army can be said to be windy and rainy. ”

When the monk next to him heard this, he knew that this person was a big fish, and he was slightly happy in his heart.

Unexpectedly, Zhiwen's tone changed, "If there is a big drought today, the people will not be able to make a living, and the corpses will be everywhere."

Zhi even saw human flesh boiling in an iron pot.

Shaolin is really a pure place, the monks do not do anything to produce, but also in the natural disasters as stable as Mount Tai, peace of mind chanting Buddha.

Zhiwen had been picking firewood and carrying dung in Shaolin for more than ten years, but how could he not know how rich Shaolin's grain storage was.

The porridge given at the foot of the mountain is not as good as it gets.

His Royal Highness King Kang's ten years of savings were used to buy food to save the victims.

And what have you done? ”

When the monk heard this, he felt that this person was afraid that he was coming to Shaolin to stir up trouble, so he quietly withdrew from the main hall and went to the Luohan Hall to find the monk.

Zhiwen ignored the departing monk and continued: "The so-called Buddha fights for a pillar of incense, and people fight for a breath.

Zhi has been fighting all his life, when he was young, he was competitive and wanted to enter the Luohan Hall, and after leaving the temple, he wanted to be a man and a master.

Now, Zhi wants to fight for Li Min's chance to live.

If you don't save these sentient beings, then you will be saved by Zhi.

Borrow incense to give the world a chance. ”

After that, he slapped his palm on the offering table, and saw the incense burner on the table rise into the air and was held in the palm of his hand.

Turned around and walked to the door of the main hall, with a slight lift of his palm, the incense burner rose to a height of three inches, and fell with all his strength.

Zhiwen is full of internal strength, and his left foot sweeps the incense burner diagonally from the bottom up.

The incense burner shot out and flew towards the bell tower, striking hard against the bronze bell.

"Bell"

The bronze bell was thrown high with a loud bang, and the part of the impact was dented.

The Shaolin monks all heard this sound and rushed from all over the temple to the Daxiong Treasure Hall.