In a cave at the top of the Eagle's Beak Peak, Master Huiyuan sat on the ground, his face full of solemnity.

First of all, he saw black smoke billowing from the direction of Baoling Temple, and the flames were soaring into the sky. Next, he saw that Qianjia Village was on fire again. The whole village was in flames. Gunshots and explosions rang out one after another.

"Amitabha"

Two lines of tears flowed down their faces.

The Japanese puppet army tossed around in Qianjia Village for more than three hours, and then marched away. The villagers who fled returned home one after another, and all they saw was a scorched earth. Many villagers' homes were burned to the ground. Before they could escape, the villagers were killed by bullets and bayonets...... The villagers dug a large pit and threw the bodies of their relatives and friends into the pit to make a very large grave.

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Lian Bu Zhichi took a group of Japanese puppet soldiers to burn and loot, and then left. He didn't get the Longquan Sword he wanted. Luo Xin was lying on the windowsill on the second floor of the hotel and saw three military vehicles driving by on the street.

The soldiers were smoky and smoky, and there was a marked difference from when they went. Luo Xin knew at a glance that these Japanese puppet soldiers must have committed heinous crimes in Qianjia Village.

"Master, I don't have to go to know that it's not just Baolin Temple, it is estimated that the people of Qianjia Village have been harmed by these little devils."

Wei Qiang and Luo Xin hurriedly came to Qianjia Village, and the miserable scene here brought tears to their eyes. Lian Buzhichi really didn't let go of the ordinary villagers. Then go to Baoling Temple, which is burned to a scorched earth. The whole temple has no buildings, except for the rubble and charcoal, and the scene is as miserable as hell on earth.

Those mud bodhisattvas, large and small, were scorched by the fire, and all of them became toothy and cracked, and their images were ugly.

Wei Qiang and Luo Xin stood on top of the ruins, looking into the distance, and there was a desolation everywhere. At the top of the eagle's beak peak, Master Huiyuan saw two figures on the ruins, and his heart sank. At this time, there are still people who come to Baoling Temple, definitely not to worship the Buddha. Huiyuan hurriedly walked down from the peak, and only when he got closer did he see clearly who the other party was.

"Amitabha, sin, sin! The temple has been destroyed by the war. The Buddha resides in the heart of the old man. ”

Huiyuan suddenly appeared behind Wei Qiang and Luo Xin, startling the two. Wei Qiang hurriedly saluted and said, "Archmage, the Japanese are rampant, and the people are suffering. We wanted to come to worship the Buddha, but who knew that the Baoling Temple had been destroyed. I don't know where the mage is staying? ”

"Monks were originally home. Since the Baoling Temple has been destroyed, of course, we have to find another place to live. The old man is very old, where is the country, where is the home, he is really confused. ”

This old mage, who once lived comfortably, is now so poor that all he has left is a robe. Wei Qiang sighed with emotion and took out five silver dollars from his coat pocket and handed them to the old mage, saying, "Master Huiyuan, the war disaster is in front of you, and the Buddha is in your heart. I hope you will accept this point, and it has solved the urgent need. I am also a passer-by, since the Baoling Temple has been destroyed, I have to find another place to worship the Buddha. ”

"Amitabha, donor go all the way."

Master Huiyuan took the five silver dollars, put his hands together, made a big gift, and watched Wei Qiang and Luo Xin go down the mountain. With his old and wise eyes, he knew that the two people in front of him were not simple pilgrims, and as for who they were, he had no idea who they were.

The temple has burned down. The passage into the underground chamber is buried under the rubble. From the severity of the ruins, Master Huiyuan concluded that without spending a huge amount of manpower, don't try to find the entrance and exit. This in turn increased the safety factor for the Longquan Sword.

Wei Qiang and Luo Xin went down the mountain and came to Qianjia Village. The entire village was in ruins. Some villagers took refuge with relatives and friends, while others built a thatched hut on the ruins to take shelter temporarily. The miserable scene made Luo Xin's eyes flutter.

"Master, this Lian Bu Zhichi is too vicious, let's go and kill him!"

With such a large-scale disaster, Wei Qiang also felt helpless. The only five silver dollars on his body were given to Master Huiyuan. Master Huiyuan also has a seriously injured Qian Yi in his hand who needs to be treated. It's really not easy to survive these days.

"This account must be settled. Let's talk about it back in the county seat. Also, we have all donated our entanglements to the mage, so we should find a rich family to get some money. Without money, it is difficult to move an inch. ”

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Back at the hostel, Wei Qiang found that he couldn't even afford to pay for the accommodation. A penny is hard to beat a hero. It's not easy to open a hostel these days, and you can't stay in the hotel without paying.

While having dinner, Wei Qiang apologized and asked for the bookkeeping. The shopkeeper, surnamed Wu, saw Wei Qiang's embarrassment and asked, "May I ask if you have no money to pay for the room?" ”

"Don't hide it from the shopkeeper, I went to Baolin Temple to worship the Buddha today, but I didn't expect that Baolin Temple had been burned down by the Japanese. I donated all the money I had to the temple teacher. So"

"These Japanese devils who were sent by heaven have really harmed many people when they come to Xiangshan. I heard that more than 100 people were killed by them in Qianjia Village, and the entire village was burned to ashes. Alas, how can the people live? You don't know that Japan is harming us, they are outsiders, and they are Japanese criminals. The Chinese also follow the scourge of the Chinese, and this breath will be difficult to swallow. ”

Shopkeeper Wu stretched out his head to look outside the door, made sure that no outsiders walked in, and said: "You don't know, the police chief Zhang Siping gave his fourth aunt to the Japanese in exchange for the director's black gauze hat, he caused harm to the people, and he was even more fierce than the Japanese." ”

Wei Qiang asked coldly, "What's the scourge?" ”

Shopkeeper Wu continued: "Zhang Siping has married seven wives, known as the Seven Fairies to the outside world, and they all look like flowers and jade. A few days ago, he took a fancy to Lu Lu, the daughter of the tofu shop in the west of the city. This girl is only seventeen years old, and she looks like a water spirit, alas, what a scourge. Zhang Siping asked someone to propose to the shopkeeper Lu, but was rejected for the first time. The second time, hey, guess what? Zhang Siping came directly to the door and gave the shopkeeper Lu two gold bars and two bullets! This family business agreed, of course, there were gold bars, if they didn't agree, the two bullets were given to their father and daughter. Where does Shopkeeper Lu dare to say half a word? The father and daughter cried together, but finally agreed to the marriage and decided to marry tomorrow. It costs money to marry. Director Zhang's marriage is also a way to make money. His invitations are all over the city, but anyone with a better family background will receive his invitations, which is clearly to engage in apportionment. ”

Luo Xin was young after all, and when he heard these words, he gritted his teeth with hatred. Shopkeeper Wu could feel that the two people in front of him were not ordinary guests. In terms of temperament, they have also killed people, and there is a hint of ruthlessness in their eyes.

"You guys, is there such a reason in the world? There are already seven fairies, and there is an eighth to marry. There are many women in the world, when is the head? ”

Hearing the complaint of the shopkeeper Wu, a bold idea formed in Wei Qiang's mind.