"Do you know what a sin it is to touch my woman?"

Looking at the dead military master, the smile on Chen Li's face retracted, and he coldly spit out a sentence.

The onlookers waited for a short time, and I don't know who took the lead and screamed, and then they all fled, scattering like birds and beasts.

Seeing the twenty knights who saw the military master killed, all of them were shocked, the one who was driving the horse at the front swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his arm trembled slightly, and he reluctantly raised his knife and asked, "Why did you kill the soldiers patrolling the city?" ”

Chen Li glanced at him coldly, and the momentum around him erupted like a volcano, enveloping all the twenty horsemen.

Before they could tremble, all the horses under them had fallen to their knees, and twenty soldiers fell to the ground in an instant.

"He dares to touch my woman, is this reason enough?"

Chen Li asked in a cold tone.

When the soldier at the head heard this, his face turned pale, and he nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "Enough, enough, enough!" ”

"You're quite right and wrong, get out."

Chen Li waved his hand, and the momentum like Mount Tai's top was all retracted, and the pressure on the twenty people disappeared in an instant, but their faces were still pale and weak, and as the first soldier took the lead and left, the rest of the people also hurriedly fled.

After there was no one in front of or behind the street for 100 meters, Chen Li looked at the young monk with shackles in his hands and said, "What crime have you committed?" ”

When the monk heard this, he cried and said, "The poor monk has never sinned, he has never sinned!" ”

"If you have not sinned, then why are you whipped by this soldier with shackles on your hands?"

The monk said: "Hey, this matter is difficult to explain in a few words, can the master come with me?" ”

Hearing this, Chen Li hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

Zhu Bajie and others had already arrived, and Chen Li broke the shackles in his hands for the monk, and under his leadership, he came to a barren mountain outside the city.

There is an ancient temple in the barren mountain, which has been abandoned for many years, and no monks have lived in it, and no one has ever funded the reconstruction.

But in the past few days, dozens of monks have run here and stolen their lives in this ancient temple.

The young monk was familiar with the way, turned around, and after a while, he entered the ancient temple through a dilapidated small door.

Although it was still daytime, the inside of the ancient temple was extremely dark.

After Chen Li and his entourage followed in, they found that the reason why the ancient temple was dark was because the doors and windows were covered by cloth, and the sunlight could not shine in at all.

"Yunkong, why are you back? Aren't you caught? ”

When the young monk stepped into the room, he caused a noisy chatter.

The monk with the Dharma name Yunkong weakened his knees, knelt down in front of a monk who was almost old, and cried: "Abbot, I finally see you, I finally see you......"

"Hey!"

The abbot looked at the blood marks on the head of Monk Yunkong, and knew that he had suffered a lot, so he could only stretch out his hand, gently pat Yunkong's shoulder, and chant 'Amitabha Buddha' in his mouth.

Monk Yunkong cried for a while, then wiped the tears from his face, and then talked to the monks in this room about how he was saved.

After everyone listened, they all looked at the door, Chen Li and his party.

The old abbot stood up slowly, said a word of Buddha to Chen Li and the others, and then said: "Thank you to a few monks and friends for saving each other, and the poor monks are grateful!" ”

The little monk replied: "The abbot doesn't need to be polite, we are also handy." ”

Two monks, an old man and a young monk, politely said it, and then returned to the lobby of the ancient temple together.

There were no tables and chairs in the ancient temple, and the only thing that could make people sit was the dusty futon.

Monk Yunkong got some tea from nowhere, and after bringing it up, he stepped aside.

Chen Li's eyes swept over the dozens of monks, and finally his gaze fell on the abbot, and he said curiously: "I don't know the abbot, why do you succumb to this?" Why was he spurned by the soldiers and the people of the city? ”

Zhu Bajie and the others also looked at the abbot curiously, and what Chen Li asked was also what they were puzzled about.

The abbot sighed deeply, and then explained what had happened.

Today's land, the Tang Dynasty is the most prosperous in the east, and the Tang Dynasty is also recognized as the upper state of the Celestial Empire.

But in this vast Xiniu Hezhou, there is no shortage of people with strong national strength.

And this sacrificial country is one of them.

The strength of the sacrificial country does not lie at all in the king, nor in the army, but in the Jinguang Temple, where these monks used to live!

There is a pagoda in Jinguang Temple, and there is a priceless treasure at the top of the tower, the Buddhist relics!

If a country wants to be strong, the most important thing is to be able to control the country's luck. The Tang Dynasty in the East is because the Tang King has the imperial seal of the person who rules the world, so he can gather the luck of the world on the imperial dynasty.

What is the use of luck?

Luck is the foundation of a country!

Why is Dongtu Datang strong? It's because of luck!

Ordinary people may not be able to see it, but the immortals can see at a glance that in the sky above Chang'an City in the Tang Dynasty, there is a golden luck dragon.

In this life, King Tang can be called killing countless people, and those who want to gnaw his bones and drink his blood are not only people, but also demons from all walks of life.

Every year, there are as many people who go to the Tang Palace to assassinate as many carp across the river, but no one has ever succeeded.

Why is that?

Because the Tang King who is in Chang'an City has the luck of the dragon, it can be said that as long as he is in Chang'an City, even if the Tang King has no cultivation, he is also an invincible existence.

This is the capital of the co-lord of the world, the king of the world, who can look down on the four empires.

And the reason why the sacrificial country can be called the Western Regions is because of the relics on the Golden Light Pagoda.

It is precisely because of the existence of this relic that the luck of the sacrificial race country can be gathered, so that the golden light pagoda is shrouded in auspicious clouds all year round, the cloud rises high, the night glows, and the day sprays colorful gas.

The small countries of the Quartet all pay homage, worship every year, and come to the court every year, so the sacrificial country also faintly has the name of the state.

But such a priceless treasure was actually stolen five days ago.

The national treasure was lost, and the wrath of the king of the Sai Kingdom can be imagined, and he immediately ordered all the monks of Jinguang Temple to be wanted, put in prison, and tortured.

There are more than 500 monks in Jinguang Temple, and only these 30 people escaped by luck and hid in this ancient temple in the deep mountains.

After telling everything, the abbot was already full of tears, and said with a face full of grievances: "My Jinguang Temple has a history of a hundred years, and I have always been a sincere guard for the Buddha treasure relics, so how can I do that thing of guarding and stealing?" The king listened to the words of the gluttonous ministers, and even did not give me a chance to defend himself, so he sent troops to arrest and take him to prison, thinking that I have 500 monks in Jinguang Temple, but now they are ...... Woohoo......"

As soon as they thought of waves of corpses of their fellow disciples being thrown on the barren mountains outside the city, these surviving monks couldn't help but hug their heads and cry.

(End of chapter)