Dark clouds shrouded, the heavens and the earth were dark, the muffled thunder in the distant sky was incessant, and a great storm was coming.

A convoy of hundreds of people was speeding on the plain, and the huge horses' hooves fell, splashing countless dry yellow mud, which was blown to the rear by the gradually fierce wind, forming a cloud of yellow dust.

In one of the cars, Mrs. Li, who was wearing a black veil, was silently hanging down with her arms around Jinyu, holding a wet gauze towel in her hand to gently wipe the blood on Jinyu's face. There were still two women in the car, who looked like maidservants, sitting on the other side and looking at Mrs. Li coldly, neither to help nor to show any sympathy.

One of the maidservants lifted the curtain and looked at it, frowned, and said, "The thunder is getting closer and closer, but I'm afraid it's going to rain heavily." ”

Mrs. Li said hatefully: "God doesn't open his eyes, why don't you thunder and kill these bastards." ”

The two maidservants looked at each other and smiled, and the other said, "Madam, if God is fair, there will be no injustice in the world." Even if you really want to thunder and split people, Madame herself is afraid that she will not be able to escape. ”

Mrs. Li's body trembled, and said, "Mrs. Ben just cursed that demon monk, you want to go there." ”

"My sister was sent by Madame Miao to protect Madame, and she knows a little about these old things. You betrayed your original master, but you enjoyed the glory yourself, but you have a little bit of trouble with your conscience? ”

"Mrs. Ben doesn't know what you're talking about?"

"Haha, don't admit it, madam, when we came out of the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, we were in charge of taking care of a woman, and this woman's appearance is three points similar to Madame. If you don't take off the veil, you think it's a person. ”

"You ...... Say she's not dead yet! ”

"Do you care if you don't die?"

“……”

Mrs. Li was silent, just helped Li Jinyu wipe the bloodstains, but the movements of her hands were extremely slow, just wiped over and over again little by little, this delicate appearance, anyone who saw it thought that this was a loving mother's love and pity for her beloved daughter.

"As long as you don't die, what do you do so carefully."

Mrs. Li said lightly: "She is my daughter." ”

"Daughter? She was not born to you, even if you are willing to recognize her, when she knows the truth, she may not recognize you. You are destined to have the same fate as my sisters, a lonely life with no children and no daughters. ”

Mrs. Li's hand shook, and she said angrily: "Get out, get out!" ”

Seeing that Mrs. Li was suddenly angry, the two maidservants stood up together and sneered: "Loyal to your ears, listen to it or not." You're still a lady, and when it's not time, let's see who you're still yelling at you. The two lifted the curtain and took the carriage beside them.

Mrs. Li hugged Li Jinyu alone and sobbed in a low voice.

The pouring rain was pouring down, and countless thunders resounded through the sky. A magnificent monastery appears on the horizon, with towering spires clearly visible. The group quickly whipped up, and in a blink of an eye they arrived at the gate of the temple.

The procession stopped outside the gate, and someone came to the car and said loudly: "Madam, it is difficult to travel in the heavy rain, so it is better to go to this temple to take shelter from the rain." ”

Mrs. Li said: "Okay, be polite to the monks in this temple, and we will leave after the rain." ”

"Yes, the little one will knock at the door."

As soon as the man turned to knock on the door, he heard a loud bang, and the door of the temple had collapsed.

At the collapsed gate, the monk who had come with his wife was standing at the door, and the heavy rain fell on him like a barrier, flowing down beside him, but he did not get a drop of rain.

Mo Lan and Tong Guang stood behind the monk, but the two of them were drenched in the rain like chickens in soup. The monk said to Mo Lan: "This master can't get used to this temple in the east, if you want to worship me as a teacher, kill all the monks in this temple first." ”

Mo Lan was surprised: "The master is also a monk, how can he say that he wants to kill the monk?" ”

"This Buddha is not another Buddha, these are all demons who confuse sentient beings under the pretense of the Buddha's words, if you can't even do this step, then you have nothing to do with my Buddha."

Mo Lan gritted his teeth and said: "I believe that what the master said must be reasonable, these monks are really some people who cheat and eat and drink, how many people bow and worship, but they don't see him have any feelings, what does such a Buddha want him to do!" ”

The monk said, "Exactly, if you can't let the people under your seat do whatever they want and live happily for a lifetime, this Buddha will believe in him and do nothing." Go and smash all the monks and mud tires in this temple. ”

Mo Lan took a scimitar from the hand of the Reincarnation Hall disciple, and then stepped inside, just as he happened to meet a young novice who heard someone knocking on the door and came to inspect it in the rain. When the little novice saw the dilapidated gate, he was stunned and said, "Donor, this is ......."

Mo Lan's face was cold, and he said sharply: "I just want to see if your Buddha has manifested a spirit and can save you from the sea of suffering!" With that, he raised his sword and slashed, and the little novice immediately fell to the ground with a wail, and called out to the master.

With the miserable screams, several monks walked out of it, and when they saw the little novice lying in a pool of blood, they hurriedly rushed out to rescue him. Mo Lan raised his knife and fell, slashed one by one, and immediately put down several more. The monk said: "If you want to kill like this, what are you still doing in a daze, and you don't go over to help." As soon as those Reincarnation Hall disciples heard this, they saw that Mo Lan had already started to kill, and their blood and qi surged, so they only said that they were originally going to fight with these monks, so they pulled out their blades and killed them.

One person did two of them, originally just to avoid the rain, but it turned into a bloody temple wash. Almost all the monks in this temple are mortals, where can they resist this slashing, and suddenly people's heads are rolling, and blood is splashed on the treasure temple.

Mo Lan held the bloody knife and shouted: "Look, you see, after knocking on the head for a lifetime, when you really want someone to save you, who can come." Hahaha, it can be seen that you, the Buddha, are also fake, and you can't save people......" Mo Lan was like a madman, rain and tears ran down his cheeks, and he couldn't tell the difference. Tong Guang stepped forward and grabbed Mo Lan's shoulder and shook it vigorously, and said loudly: "Master Mo, are you crazy!?" ”

Mo Lan raised her hand and wiped her cheeks, and said coldly: "I'm not crazy, it's only now that I see the essence of this world, the weak are bullied, the strong abuse life and death, and the gods and Buddhas are like this." ”

The monk said happily: "Yes, if people are not for themselves, the heavens and the earth will be destroyed, and there is no self in the heart, and they will never become Buddhas." ”

When the lady got out of the car, she heard the shouts of murder and exclaimed, "Who told you to kill?" ”

The one who wanted to pass the word said: "Before the little one could speak, the senior monk invited by Mrs. took it upon himself to kill all the monks in this temple. ”

Mrs. Li exclaimed: "This demon monk is so bold. ”

When Mrs. Li entered the temple, she saw that there were all corpses here, only on the top of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, there was the old abbot who had not been slaughtered, but he was trampled on the chest by the monk, and said sharply: "As long as you are weird and my Buddha, I will continue to let you be the host of this temple!" ”

Although the old abbot trembled with fright, he still said: "Amitabha, if you kill innocents indiscriminately, you will be punished sooner or later." If you want the poor monk to fall under the evil spirit, it is a fantasy. ”

"Bah, you old immortal, dare to say that my Buddha is an evil demon, you don't know, your Bodhisattva's life is not long, and the rì of destroying the Buddha can be waited, and at that time, and see if your retribution spirit is not spiritual."