The little monk was stunned.

He stood with the bamboo pole in the endless wheat field, saw the monster rabbit rise and fall, and caught up with the little boy in the blink of an eye.

The whip in the monster's hand swung out, wrapped around the little monk's waist, and pulled it, rolling him over.

He grabbed the little boy by the collar with his left hand and hung him in the air, and caught the rag bag in the little boy's hand with his right hand.

"Brute, you just stole my wheat, and you're getting impatient!" the monster looked at the sack, which contained a few ears of wheat.

"Let go of me," the little boy struggled.

"Okay. The monster laughed, and as soon as he let go, the little boy fell to the ground and gnawed on the mud.

The little boy was just about to get up and escape, but he was trampled by the monster, and he used his strength to feed, and his face was red, and he couldn't break free.

The monster tossed the rag bag aside and whipped the little boy with a whip, "Be honest with me!"

The little boy's clothes were already in tatters, and when he went down, his clothes were torn, leaving a whip on his shoulder.

"Do you have any money?" asked the monster.

The little boy was still struggling, and it wasn't until the monster gave him another whip that the little boy didn't dare to move in pain.

The monster reached out to touch the little boy's body, it was empty, and he was angry and hit the little boy with a whip, "Damn, you dare to steal things without money." ”

The monster whipped the little boy again and again, and the little boy curled up and covered his head, unable to make a sound other than let out a beastly roar.

The monster shouted happily, as if it was a good pastime after guarding the wheat field.

"Stop!" the little monk caught up, and the bamboo pole grabbed the hand of the monster whip.

In front of the Reclining Buddha City, the little monk was reluctant to kill, so he saved the monster's life.

"Just a few ears of wheat, as for that?" asked the bamboo pole.

"You know what. The monster loosened his grip on the whip, still unsatisfied, "They have something to eat if they steal the wheat, they have something to eat, who am I selling this wheat to?"

When the little boy saw that the whip had stopped, he quietly tried to escape, but was trampled on by the monster.

The youkai crushed an ant and rubbed his hand with his foot.

"Ahh This is what my mother planted!" the little boy screamed, and this was the reward he deserved.

"What your mother planted, this is Lao Tzu!" The monster was not ready to let the little boy go.

"Sir. An old farmer who was busy in the field came over from the field, "His mother is indeed helping in our field, and he was hungry half a month ago, and he starved to death..."

"Smack. The monster turned his hand and struck the old man in the face with a whip, and a blood imprint appeared.

"Get out of here, get to work, you have your part in talking?" roared the monster.

He turned to look at the little boy, saw that the little boy had a Buddha statue hanging around his neck, and stretched out his hand to pull it down, "Boy, you believe in Buddhism, you still dare to commit the ring of stealing, and you are not afraid of going to hell after death, and you can't see your mother?"

He blew and cleaned the Buddha statue, and although it was not worth a few dollars, it could be sold for a few pieces.

"Give it back to me!" the little boy struggled, looking at the monster with a disgraced face, trying to snatch the Buddha statue back.

He succeeded for a while, but he was kicked in the stomach by a monster and slipped out, his body spasmed in pain, and he couldn't speak.

There is only a pair of hate, looking at the triumphant youkai.

The bamboo pole monster shook his head, yes, this monster died, and he couldn't save him.

"Amitabha. The little monk smiled and folded his hands, "In front of the Reclining Buddha City, the donor did such evil, he couldn't help but take the Buddha too seriously." ”

"Heh, Buddha?" the monster looked back at the little monk, "The Buddha is the Buddha of people, not the Buddha of monsters, so you don't need to give him face." ”

He played with the Buddha statue in his hand.

"That's right. The little monk said, "Since you don't give face to the Buddha, why should I give you face." ”

"What did you say?"

Bang!

The bamboo pole monster took three steps back, but fortunately, this time he didn't splash his face with blood.

As for the monster, he looked at the little monk, then at the blood hole in front of him, was stunned for a moment, and slowly fell to the ground.

It was quiet for a while, and the only sound in the air was the sound of the wind blowing and the wheat waves.

"Killed, killed, little monk killed. "The farmer in the field dropped his tools and ran to the city.

Quiet again.

The bamboo pole monster looked at their backs, looked back at the little monk, was stunned for a long time, and said, "This is to kill the monster, okay." ”

"Still. The bamboo pole monster looked at the little monk, "Your popularity is not good, kill a monster, and the people who are bullied by him run to tell each other." ”

"Don't blame them. The little boy came over, snatched the Buddha statue from the monster's hand, and hung it around his neck, "The slave owner is dead, and if the slave does nothing, he will be buried with the slave owner." Even if they went to sue the officials now, they could kill the slave owners if they were angry with them. ”

The little boy picked up the rag bag with the ears of wheat, turned to flee, and saw that they were where they were, "If you don't run yet, the city guard will come in a moment." ”

The little monk straightened his clothes, "Isn't this the city of Reclining Buddha?"

"Yes. ”

"Since it is a reclining Buddha city, not a demon city, why should we escape?" the little monk raised his feet and walked towards the city gate.

There, the guards guarding the gates were chasing after them.

The little boy is strange.

Because the bamboo pole monster once stopped the whip for him, he was not very afraid.

He approached the bamboo pole, "This little monk, he won't be sick, right?"

"Uhh

He pondered his words, "Don't say it, now I don't know who is sick and who is normal." ”

In their eastern wilderness, the monster has to clamp his tail to be a demon, but it's good here, the monster oppresses and eats people openly.

People kill demons, and some people report to officials.

Mistake, I should have come to the Central Plains to be a blessing.

The bamboo pole monster followed, walking behind the little monk, and the little boy saw this and followed.

"What are you doing here?" the bamboo pole monster looked at him.

"I don't know, I don't have a place to run anyway, so I might as well follow you. The little boy said.

The monster died because of him, it is inevitable to catch him, and he has nowhere to escape, so it is better to follow the little monk to see the excitement.

The city guards came over and saw that the little monk was actually coming towards them, and couldn't help but stand in place, looking at each other.

"Hey, how can there be a monk in this city guard?" the bamboo pole monster was surprised.

"They are warrior monks, and they work with youkai to maintain order in the city. The little boy said.

The bamboo pole monster glanced at the little monk, he didn't know how to evaluate this reclining Buddha city, it was too weird.

After a moment of surprise, the city guards saw the little monk come to their side and hurriedly stopped him.

The leader of the city guards had a single horn, "Little monk, did you kill the demon?"

"I killed an evil demon. The little monk said.

"That's him. The one-horned monster waved his hand, "Old monk, this is your person, you can take care of it, and give an explanation to the adults as soon as possible." ”

"Yes. A monk dressed in earth-colored monk's robes stepped forward.

He waved his hand, "Grab him." ”

"Yes!" the monks stretched out their sticks and surrounded the little monk.

Bang Bang!

The wooden stick was placed on the shoulder of the little monk to form a cage and shackle the little monk.

"Take to Wat Pho!"

The monks agreed in unison again to take the little monk into the city.

The little monk didn't say anything, didn't even look up at them.