Some soldiers saw him standing motionless and beat him with horsewhips to drive him away. Myoku had lost his pain at this point. The whip was more like a whip on a soulless body.

"Do you want to die?" He heard someone confronting him, yes, death is not terrible, it is only a momentary thing.

Heaven and earth are so big, where should he go to gain a foothold? Without the company of that little figure, he would be lonely, afraid, sad, and at a loss.

Shun'er, Miaokong stood there, tears streaming down his face. The child, the child who promised to serve him for the rest of his life.

He saw the small body, not far in front of him, but he didn't dare to walk over. He was afraid that he would not wake him up, and he was afraid to face the truth of everything.

His knees went limp, and he fell to his knees. A soldier stepped forward to drag Xun'er, and Miaokong stepped forward on his knees, pounced over, and hugged Xun'er's body.

"No, no, no." Miaokong looked up at the sky and cried.

The soldiers saw him crying sadly, a father who had lost his child, forget it, let him cry. The soldiers left, dealing with other wounded people.

Xun'er's eyes were closed, his arms were hanging down beside him, his face was bloody and fleshy, and he didn't know how many feet had stepped on this small body.

He must have been terrified, how frightened and helpless he must have been. Miaokong hugged Xun'er, threw herself to the ground, and cried loudly.

It's your uncle's incompetence, it's your uncle who killed you. Xun'er, Xun'er, wonderful hollow like a knife. Soldiers came and beat him with horsewhips and drove him away.

He didn't seem to realize the pain of the horse's whip. Two soldiers came up and dragged him.

"He's dead, throw it over there, and burn it in a concentrated manner." A soldier said to his companions.

A pair of hands snatched Shi'er into Miaokong's arms. Myoka yelled, "Let go, let go." He carried Xun'er and ran in the direction of the city gate.

Let Xun'er be buried in the ground, and let him have a quiet place to rest. Now Myo empty thoughts, the only thoughts.

Li Hui and Zhang Zhongwu were patrolling the streets with a pair of soldiers, and they happened to see a monk with a cloak and a child in his arms running wildly on the road.

Zhang Zhongwu asked his subordinates, "What's going on?" ”

A monk holds a child, how can he see that something is wrong. And the child was beaten and held in his arms, not crying, not making trouble, and not struggling.

One soldier reported, "The monk's child died." He didn't let the child be burned, snatched the child and ran away. ”

Li Hui was speechless, an innocent life was a victim of the destruction of the Buddha. Pity a child, who died in a foreign land at a young age. This is also the retribution of the monk for not abiding by the rules and precepts.

Miaokong ran all the way out of the city gate and walked forward with Xun'er in his arms, the blood on Xun'er's face had dried up, and the wound on his horsewhip began to feel pain. Myoka's tears were wet, dry, wet.

He found a place with lush vegetation and put Xun'er on the ground, "Xun'er," he looked at Xun'er, trying to wake him up, and in front of him was an unrecognizable face. Miaokong trembled, trying to wipe the blood from Xun'er's face.

Just wiped it twice, and he couldn't continue. He couldn't bear to look at Xun'er's trampled facial features. "Oh my God, my God. You open your eyes and see how unbearable this world is. "Love me eBook

He sat on the grass and guarded the ten years. Then he got up and got a stick and dug a hole in the ground. A group of soldiers went out of the city gates and drove away a group of monks.

I saw a monk in the distance, bending over and busy in the grass. An officer who looked like a lieutenant led a soldier toward him.

"Where are you a monk, and you haven't returned to your hometown yet, what are you doing here sneaky?" The officer shouted at him.

Myoka turned a deaf ear and continued to be busy. The soldier stepped forward and grabbed him, and the officer rushed to see Xun'er on the ground next to Miaokong.

"Let him go, dig a hole." The officer ordered, pulling out the saber, and the soldier also drew the saber, and the two helped.

Myokora picked up a wooden plank, took the big knife from the soldier's hand, cut his fingers, and wrote a few words on the board, The Tomb of Aiko Xun'er.

The officers and soldiers worked together to dig a pit, and Myokora put Shun'er in it. Tear off the amulet that Master Shenhui personally opened from Xun'er's neck, put the amulet in Xun'er's hand, untie the red thread and wrap it around a few times and tie it around his wrist.

The soil was sprinkled on Xun'er, and soon Xun'er was buried by the soil. Myoka stuck the plank in the mound. Bent down deeply, "Xun'er, uncle is gone." You stay here. ”

He bowed to the officers and soldiers, left the place, and walked forward. Miaokong was empty-handed, and he didn't know where to throw away his baggage, and his rice bowl was gone. Empty-handed, where is the way forward! He walked forward in a daze.

The summer grain harvest has been completed, and the harvest situation in other states and counties except Fenzhou is very good. The work of collecting and storing grain in various localities has been carried out smoothly.

Liu Ye arranged for each prefecture and county to allocate some grain to Fenzhou, one to help many is not good, and more than one is easy to help.

The smooth transition to next year's spring ploughing in the two severely affected counties in Fenzhou will not be a problem. The disaster was dealt with, and the next step was to clean up the temple.

Liu Ye personally led the team to Wutai Mountain. The monks of Wutai Mountain can be properly settled, and other places are not a problem.

Some of the disciples under the master of the Divine Society left voluntarily, and even if there was no news from Jinyang against the monks, a large number of them still left. Most of these people were monks from other places who had come to join Huayan Temple.

Hear the wind and evacuate early. Some of them, like Myoka, were expelled in Youzhou and scattered in all directions.

Even if the Master of the Divine Society is known as a high-ranking monk in the world, he is powerless to do anything about this nationwide action. He chanted sutras and prayed for blessings every day, for his disciples, for the people in Buddhism.

If this is God's test and experience for Buddhists, he is willing to give up his physical body and bear suffering. As long as the people in Buddhism are allowed to survive the catastrophe safely, it is not a pity for him to die.

Liu Ye and his party came to Huayan Temple and stood outside the mountain gate. The mountain gate of the temple is closed, unlike in the past, the mountain gate welcomes guests from all over the world with a smile.

Liu Ye and his party dismounted. When the monks on guard saw the officers and soldiers coming, they rushed to inform the master of the Shenhui. Master Shenhui calmly commanded, "Open the mountain gate and let them in." ”

Sooner or later, there is no way to avoid it. Liu Ye and Pei Wen silently walked in front. The pilgrims saw that the officers and soldiers were dodging to one side and hurried with their heads bowed. Coming to worship the Buddha is also risky.

At this moment, facing the officers and soldiers, the pilgrims could not evade, hoping not to be implicated.

When he arrived at the meditation room where the master of the Shenhui lived, Liu Ye stopped and said to Pei, "General Pei, you lead the soldiers to guard everywhere, don't let the monks flee in all directions." I'm going to see the Master of the Divine Society. ”

Liu Ye wanted to meet with the master of the Shenhui in private, Pei Wen strode away with interest, leaving two soldiers to guard not far from the door.