Mao Dahai rushed to the main hall, and immediately two thieves greeted him. Mao Hairen was quick with a knife, and in a blink of an eye, he beheaded the two of them under the knife. Looking at the bandit who fell to the ground, he remembered Zhizhen's words just now, "Don't hurt people's lives."

There was silence in the main hall, and a woman was pressed on the offering table, and had been stripped of white sheep. From the inside out, not a single monk was seen.

Seeing the death of two bandits, the bandits roared and rushed towards Mao Dahai. Mao Dahai looked at the woman on the table, and some memories that had been silent in his mind for a long time jumped out suddenly.

It was on Shuangyu Island, and there were many such poor women. Once, his mother was one. Once again, he was as abominable as these bandits.

Is it remorse? I don't know, but it's painful in my heart. Those memories are like heart-devouring demons every time they appear, making Mao Dahai embarrassed and eager to cut off his face with a knife.

They are all ordinary bandits, as ridiculous as children with toys in front of Mao Dahai. Mao Dahai kept staring at the woman on the offering table, and the memories of his pirate career hit him like a flood that opened the floodgates.

With a roar of "ah", Mao Dahai changed his parry to fight back, and cut seven people with seven knives.

The bandits were scared of being killed and scattered. Mao Dahai chased desperately, but only killed five more people, but the rest of the thieves had already escaped without a trace.

The woman at the table cried and gathered away the rag-like clothes, and Jijin quickly took off her monk's robe and threw it over, and then looked at the dead bodies all over the ground and shook her head.

The woman had clothes to cover her body, ran to the outside of the main hall, shook the two corpses on the ground, and screamed for her father and mother, crying heartbreakingly.

A bald head came out of the back hall, followed by two, and more. The monks came out, seven in all, and the old monk at the head pointed to the corpse of the bandit at a loss.

The old monk Fa is called Zhiwu, and he is Zhizhen's junior brother, and he also left Wutai Mountain for some reason.

For Mao Dahai to hack the thief to death, the monks in the temple unanimously condemned, Mao Dahai just didn't speak, and helped the woman bury the body.

Zhizhen asked Mao Dahai to go down the mountain to buy some incense, candles, and paper money to burn for the deceased, Mao Dahai nodded and took the copper money to buy it. For Master's words, Mao Dahai has always been silent and only implemented. Although he knew that the monk did not burn paper, Mao Dahai still didn't think that there was anything wrong, because it was the master's order.

Back at White Horse Mountain, the night was already very thick, and the temple was full of blood and minced meat. Zhizhen was almost chopped into pulp, and Zhiwu's seven monks were not much worse.

The woman was once again lying on the offering table like an aries, ruined to death, her dead fish-like eyes staring at the Buddha statue above, as if asking, "Why can you become a Buddha by putting down the butcher's knife?" ”

Rao is Mao Dahai has read a lot of scriptures and still stood for a long time, with the master's martial arts, how could he be like this?

"Don't hurt anyone's life." Mao Dahai remembered his master's words, was he waiting for those thieves to put down their butcher knives and become Buddhas? Or do you want to learn from the Buddha to cut meat and feed it to the eagle?

took off his robe and put it on the woman's body, and buried the master Zhizhen and the woman behind the temple, side by side with two graves.

Incense, candles, and paper money can only be burned to women, because the master is a monk. But monks are generally cremated, buried all of them, and burned some paper money casually.

After burning all the paper money, Mao Dahai took out the booklet that Tian Shiyi gave him from his arms. I wanted to throw it into the fire, but after thinking about it, I took it back.

Standing up, he looked at a mountain peak looming in the distance, where the bandits' cottage was. When I bought incense, candles, and paper money, I inquired, and it is said that there are more than 300 mountain thieves, and it is a very powerful cottage.

"Master, you are wrong." Mao Dahai said.

"Cang" pulled out the knife, Mao Dahai cut a knife on his face, and then said: "Old monk, you are wrong. ”

Xu was a little obsessed with the number eleven, and Mao Dahai cut eleven knives on his face. When the wound heals, he will change his clothes and throw away the Snowflake Iron Sword, and no one will recognize him.

Mao Dahai wants to go up the mountain, to be a bandit, and then to be a small leader with his ability, and finally slowly kill all those bandits one by one.

The blood on his face kept dripping downward, Mao Dahai knelt in front of the woman's grave, bowed three times, and then said, "Just worship heaven and earth." I am wrong, so I will take you as a wife and avenge you. ”

Looking back at Zhizhen's grave, Mao Dahai said again: "Tian Shiyi said, don't want the Holy Mother, let alone a." Old monk, you are really wrong. ”

Raised his feet and walked out of the temple, thought about it, turned his head and went back to the temple, dug a big pit, buried Zhiwu and other seven monks, and then walked out of the temple again.

When passing by the cliff, he casually threw a snowflake iron ring knife, and Mao Dahai was ready to find a place to recuperate. When the wound on his face is healed, he can go up the mountain to become a bandit.

It seems that I shouldn't be a vegetarian anymore......

Xiuzhou was the place where the Yongle Dynasty was defeated for the last time, and the despicable Tianci army joined forces with the official army to defeat the last army of the Holy Princes Fangla here. Since then, the Holy Father has disappeared, so the "heroes" of Manichaeism have gathered here today, intending to elect a sect leader who is recognized by everyone, and then go to kill Tian Eleven. Because Tian Shiyi had already left the sea, they finally had a chance to start.

The Great Song Dynasty is a slow-moving society, so many things are slow-moving. The prefect of Xiuzhou has been in office for almost half a year, but there are still bandits in the countryside, and the people always bolt the door early, hiding in the hole in the ground and looking forward to the early dawn.

There is only one inn in Qingdun Town, and all the past merchants, people, and people from the rivers and lakes live here. Because it's not far from the canal, there weren't many people who used to stay at the hotel, but today it was filled with customers early for some reason.

From time to time, new customers come to stay in the house, and the black-hearted and bold shopkeeper will lure the guests to some deserted houses to live, and then collect half of the store money. Because the shopkeeper was tall and had scars on his face, most of the guests pinched their noses and recognized it.

It's okay to live in a private house, but you have to buy food in the inn, so the dining hall is particularly lively.

Living in the house prepared by the Nanxing Division in advance, Brother Eleven naturally would not be affected by the bird's spirit of the innkeeper, but seeing that the inn's dining hall was thriving, he also came to join in the excitement and feel the pride of the chivalrous people in the rivers and lakes.

In the middle of the dining hall was a large table, but there was only a plate of broad beans on it, and a tower-like man sat alone on the edge of the table, but behind him stood three people.

The sparse broad beans on the plate on the table looked like a crooked hill, and Tian Shiyi, who had studied sketching for many years, felt that it was like a burning flame.

At this time, three more people from the rivers and lakes walked in, glanced at the broad beans on the table, stretched out their hands to draw a pattern on the table, and then bowed to the man in the iron tower. After the tower man returned the salute, the three Jianghu people also walked behind the tower man and stood there with their shoulders crossed without saying a word.

Tian Shiyi looked playful, shook his fan and sat opposite the man in the iron tower. Tie Tower's eyes narrowed suddenly, staring at Tian Shiyi. At this time, Sun Youai also drew a pattern on the table, but added two horizontal lines on both sides of the pattern.