Yongji Temple, in the atrium under the steps of the abbot's room, a group of children sat on the ground in a regular manner, but their eyes were rolling around, and their curious eyes mostly fell on Ding Xiaoqi and his shotgun. Ding Xiaoyi, who was not much older than these children, was carrying a shotgun, his nostrils were facing the sky, and his spirit was vivid, with the posture of a child king.

In front of the abbot's room, Jueyuan was telling Zhao Lie and others the origin of this group of boys.

“…… They were all orphans who had been taken in for the past two years, and there were 32 in all, including 25 boys and 7 girls. Among them, there are orphans of the capital (Lin'an) scholars who crossed to the south; There are fathers and brothers who are soldiers, and they are orphans after the battle; There are orphans after the death of refugees from Jiangxi and Fujian; There are also people in nearby villages who cannot support themselves due to their poor families, so they are sent to the temple to serve as novices...... In recent years, we have often gone out to make friends, mostly because we want to support them. ”

"On that day, the thieves broke into the temple, and the fortune was exposed, and the host knew that it was going to be bad, and he knew that I was skilled, so he ordered me to gather all the boys in the temple and hide them in the abbot's secret room. This secret room was dug by the previous presiding officer to store grain and hide people, thinking that it was a shelter in troubled times, and he didn't want to be of great use today......"

"We hid in a secret room and escaped a catastrophe. However, the secret room has been abandoned for many years, and there is almost no food in stock, and the food brought into the secret room that day will be eaten up within a few days. As a last resort, the little monk can only sneak out of the secret room in the middle of the night, go out to pick some wild fruits, wild vegetables and mushrooms, and hunt some wild game when he is lucky - Amitabha, and the little monk breaks another vow. ”

Zhao Lie finally knew why Jueyuan could get out but didn't run away - how could he escape with thirty-two oil bottles? Even if they can really escape, how can these thirty-two mouths be fed? Fate? Can you make a bowl thick in a day?

Jueyuan continued: "At the beginning of last month, the senior brother who presided over the meeting, Master Zheng Fuze, a monk of Songshan Shaolin Temple, sent a letter saying that he could accept these orphans. The host originally arranged for the little monk to escort them to the Shaolin Temple, but before the trip could be made, they caused trouble......"

"Songshan, in Kaifeng's hometown, far away. This army is in chaos, with dozens of boys, I am afraid that I will ...... before I leave Guangdong" Ma Nanchun shook his head, obviously not optimistic.

"So you're not going to take them to the Shaolin Temple, but let me receive them." If Zhao Lie didn't understand what Jueyuan was asking for at this time, he would be too wise.

Jue Yuan suddenly said: "Zhao Yishi has both wisdom and bravery, is kind-hearted, and has won the treasure of thieves." Why not take these orphans as servants, if it is their privilege and their own benefit? ”

Zhao Lie touched his chin, praising himself for being "wise and brave", and still touching the edges, what the hell is "benevolent"? When did you see that I had the heart of an otaku and was kind and kind? Remembering what Jueyuan said just now, he glanced at the Ding family sisters and brothers and Wang Ping'an, and suddenly realized that this was the case.

Ding family siblings, a young girl, a half-grown child; Wang Ping'an, a wasted man. It is already very kind for ordinary people to accept such a few people as servants, how can they still be reused? Those who can do this should not be "kind-hearted". Perhaps, it was precisely because Jueyuan saw his attitude towards the Ding family's sisters and brothers and Wang Ping'an that he was relieved to entrust these thirty-two orphans.

Zhao Lie glanced at these orphans, the eldest was only twelve or three, and the youngest was only five or six years old. Probably because of long-term malnutrition, all of them have yellow muscles and thin muscles, and their bodies are weak, which is similar to when they first met Ding Xiaoqi...... Well? Ding Xiaoqi.

To say that in this six-person group, the person who supports him the most is none other than Ding Xiaoqi, who can be said to be his iron fan. Why is it that among the six people (plus the palace maid Shu'er), only Ding Xiaoqi is the most fan of himself? Removing various other factors, age is the main factor. Teenagers and children, with simple thoughts, worship heroes and heroes the most, yearn for magical things the most, and once worshipped, they will be unswerving.

The heart of a child is the most loyal. Although there are few teenagers, warriors can be expected.

Seeing Zhao Lie groaning, Shi Yang took a step forward and said in a low voice: "Orphans are pitiful, I'm afraid it's not easy to raise." ”

When Jueyuan heard this, his expression darkened.

Ding Xiaoyi glared at Shi Yang: "I want you to take care of it!" Besides, it's not in vain, didn't the monk say it, it will be useful in the future......"

"Xiao Yi is right, it will be of great use." Zhao Lie smiled suddenly, and waved his hand, "I want all these children." ”

Jueyuan was overjoyed, and thanked him again and again.

Ma Nanchun frowned, and just wanted to persuade, but was stopped by Zhao Lie raising his hand, and said to Jueyuan: "The monk is not busy, I also have a request - we are just a few people, and there are important things to do, I need you to go with us and take care of them." ”

This request is reasonable, Jueyuan thought for a moment and readily agreed.

Zhao Hunting is so happy. It seems that Monk Jueyuan is not greedy for money, honest, and has good skills, where can I find a helper? On this trip, Chen Yi lost both people and money, and he gained both people and money.

The sky is twilight, and dozens of people and mules and horses and vehicles of all sizes in front of Yongji Temple crowd the narrow mountain road.

In the temple, in front of the Tianwang Palace, Zhao Lie threw the last bundle of firewood and grass under the closed gate of the Tianwang Palace, took the torch from Shi Yang's hand, and said to Jueyuan: "We can't leave traces. Blood stains cannot be washed, warheads cannot be picked up, and bullet casings will be missed. For the sake of secrecy, it must be burned. ”

Jueyuan was still reluctant: "You don't have to burn it......"

Zhao Lie shattered Jueyuan's luck with a word: "Do you do it yourself or let Chen Yi do it?" Do it yourself, at most only burn one Heavenly King Palace, and if Chen Yi does it, he will burn this place into a white ground. ”

Jueyuan had an epiphany, that's right, that's the truth. If he can't find any traces, no matter how angry Chen Yi is, he may not really burn the temple, because as soon as he burns it, there will really be no traces, all clues will be broken, and no one can be found if he wants to retaliate. Keep it unburned, search carefully, and you may be able to find clues when you can find it. Even if you can't find it, you may not have the heart to pay attention to it......

Jueyuan resolutely stretched out his hand to Zhao Lie: "I'll come." ”

When the first wisp of green smoke rose into the air, Jueyuan and a group of children knelt in front of the mountain gate together, knocking their heads three times. Many children cried out to "Master."

Ma Nanchun looked at Zhao Lie sideways, unable to understand his thoughts, thinking about it or admonishing: "Virtuous brother, it's good to be kind-hearted." But this time we have a heavy responsibility on our shoulders, and I'm afraid it's not appropriate to bring a group of children, right? ”

Zhao Lie stared at the fire with good eyes, and said, "I have my own arrangements for this." You said that bringing a group of children is cumbersome, but bringing a dozen carts of treasure is not cumbersome? Did you throw it away too? ”

Ma Nanchun smiled bitterly and said no more.

In the blazing firelight, the group gradually moved away.

……

Two days later, in front of the ashes of the Heavenly King Palace, there were two more headless corpses.

In front of the corpse stood a bearded man with a twisted face, and a blood-stained nine-ring broadsword in his hands.

Chen Yi.

It is true that he did not burn the temple, but his anger needs to be vented, and the little thief who reports bad news becomes a victim of his anger.

Chen Yi only sent his nephew to lead twelve thieves to guard his treasure, in addition to not wanting more people to attract attention, the most important thing is that he is very confident in the thirteen thieves selected from him. These people are all thieves, almost all of them are brand heads, and they are all old brothers who have been given to him for more than ten years. Bloodthirsty, ferocious, and cunning are the labels of these thirteen thieves. Don't dare to say anything else, it's okay to have one enemy and five.

Who is it that can kill these good hands and leave their bones gone?

"Big helm, that's all you can find." Several thieves pinched their noses on the dozen charred corpses and picked them up for a long time, cowering and showing some black and slimy things.

Chen Yi took it with a gloomy face, pointed the thing to the sun, and squinted his eyes - what is this?

Small beads made of steel? Also, the deflated copper sleeve? What is it used for? Why is it in the corpse? Could it be that this is why they died?

Chen Yi slowly closed his palms, his teeth rattled, as if chewing something: "Take my Qianhu card to summon all the brothers of Chaoyang, and send a letter to the king of the seventeen mountains in eastern Guangdong and the head of the water in my name." Find out who did it, and find out who did it. I want them to spit out my stuff bit by bit, and then I'm going to eat their meat raw! ”