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And looking at the expressions of these officers and soldiers, it seems that they are patrolling along the streets.

After Su Wushi noticed that someone was coming in front of him, he faced the two of them and walked over.

One of the officers and soldiers had actually discovered Su Wushi from afar.

Although he was a member of the court, he also longed to live on the rivers and lakes.

Therefore, he recognized the other party's black and white Taoist robe, which was the unique clothing of the Taoist Sect.

So, he gestured to the officer and soldier beside him, and asked the other party to cheer up.

Su Wushi approached and asked expressionlessly.

"The two of you can know where the little master of Buddhism is Wunian?"

Although the words that came out of his mouth were very calm, his eyes never left the corpse in his arms.

If this is put in a normal conversation with people, it can already be regarded as a big disrespect.

But the officer and soldier also seemed to see that something was wrong with this Dao Sect disciple, and he himself was staring at the female corpse in the other party's arms.

Suddenly, he also remembered the young daughter in his family, and he should have thought of her age at this time, and he suddenly felt a little feeling in his heart.

But because he has been in the army for a long time and is used to seeing life and death, at this time, he will no longer be as touched as Su Wushi.

I saw him turn sideways slightly, stretched out his hand and pointed to the south, and said.

"I am doing rituals for the dead in a temple in the south of the city."

"Thank you". Su Wushi said indifferently.

He still didn't look at the two of them, just lowered his head and thanked them.

Then, he turned around, jumped up, jumped on the roof, and galloped away in the direction of the south of the city.

And after the officer and soldier saw Su Wushi leaving, he sighed to the other officer and soldier beside him.

"Hey, I hope that this crackdown on bandits can be rewarded, so that we can be worthy of the people's trust in us."

"Huh, trust? That's what the emperor is worried about. You and I are just small soldiers, so I'm still worried about how I won't die when I fight."

……….

At noon, the sun is shining.

In a ruined temple in the south of the city, a small monk in a gray monk's robe has completed the last transcendence.

The little monk had actually set out from Buddhism a month ago.

The master asked him to enter the world to practice alone, and by the way, he went to Fujian to participate in next year's trip to the West, with the intention of spreading the Dharma to the world beyond Middle-earth.

However, a few days ago, when he passed through the town of Wushan, he saw the officers and soldiers of the brigade inspecting the people passing by.

Upon inquiry, it turned out that the town had been slaughtered by bandits.

After seeing the corpses of the villagers in the town piled up in disorder, the little monk looked very guilty, and proposed to Ji Gang to overtake these dead one by one.

Because Ji Gang is also a person in the rivers and lakes, he knew that this little monk was a member of the Buddhist sect, so he agreed. This is also a last bit of small help for these innocent people.

Although the little monk said that he grew up in Buddhism since he was a child, he was too outstanding because of his martial arts talent.

Therefore, the heads of the Buddha sect loved him very much, and they never taught him the proper steps to do things on weekdays.

In fact, the little monk only knew from the words of the senior brother and brother that after death, the people in the Buddhist sect should carry out the transcendence. Otherwise, there will be nowhere to rest the soul of the deceased.

So after seeing the deceased in Osan Town, he unconsciously said that he wanted to overtake.

But although his intentions are good, he is really lacking. The first few times he did it, he was so frightened that he almost forgot how to recite the Heart Sutra.

To be honest, this practice is indeed a bit difficult for him.

After all, he had never been out of the sect, and he had never known the warmth and coldness of this world, so he looked very immature.

But fortunately, he sincerely prayed for the blessing of the dead.

So, after a few days of practice, he was already somewhat familiar.

However, just as he was about to meditate and chant after he had done the last ritual and buried the dead, he saw a commotion in the bamboo forest in the distance.

Immediately afterwards, a black and white figure burst out from a pile of bamboo leaves.

Holding a red figure in his arms, his feet frantically trampled on the bamboo leaves, and galloped towards the ruined temple where he was.

The little monk remembered who it was.

Last night, when the sun house crossed for the deceased, the two had already met.

He remembered that the other party seemed to be a big disciple of the Taoist Sect, named Su What.

And at this moment, Su Wushi had already fallen from the sky.

Although his Taoist robe was fluttering in the wind, very chic, there was only an indescribable sadness in his eyes.

He landed in front of the little monk, and the breath in his chest was already a little messy.

Although those who practice martial arts can perform light skills after reaching the second grade. But after all, the internal force is limited, if it were not supported by the Daoist Sect's well-known method of Tiyun Zong, I am afraid that he would have been injured a long time ago.

Although the little monk is young, he is already a second-grade cultivator.

He knew very well that anyone who could perform light skills and almost seriously injure himself must have something urgent to ask for.

So, he also hurriedly stepped forward and wanted to ask one or two.

But Su Wushi was obviously very anxious, and without saying hello, he came up and said, "Little monk, hurry up and do the Dharma for this little girl."

His voice was a little weak, a little weak. But he still wanted the little girl to rest in peace.

The little monk can understand the other party's mood at this time.

Because just a few days ago, he himself had questioned the evil thoughts of the world in that same sea of suffering.

Therefore, he did not speak.

I just turned around, found a clean white cloth, and spread it on the ground.

After that, he took the little girl from Su Wushi's hand and gently placed it on the white cloth.

He felt the wetness on the little girl's body, and he also felt sorry for this young life.

Then he stretched out a hand and pressed it on the red robe of the little girl's abdomen.

The other hand is holding the five fingers together, placing it vertically in front of the mouth, closing the eyes, and silently reciting the Heart Sutra.

And with the silent recitation in his mouth, a fierce true qi poured out of his body.

And his palm that was pressed on the girl's abdomen, the internal force, was churning.

"This is, the fire cloud palm of the Buddha."

Red flames grew in the palm of her hand and baked the little girl's clothes.

This fire cloud palm is a fire condensed by its own internal force, and this fire is gathered between the palms.

Seeing that this young little monk was able to use such a hot fire cloud palm, Su Wushi was also a little shocked.

I thought to myself, "The Buddha can let this little monk go down the mountain, it seems that this person must be a master!" ”。

……

After a while, the little monk felt that the little girl's clothes were gradually drying, so he stopped his luck and continued to chant for her.

"Contemplating the Bodhisattva of Freedom and Walking in the Depths of Prajnaparamita......"

It wasn't until he finished reciting the Heart Sutra silently that he opened his big pure eyes, raised his head, and said, "Senior Brother Su, let's bury the little female benefactor."

"Thank you".