Walking through the wilderness, you will see the village in front of you.

There was a cry in the early summer wind, mixed with the smell of blood.

The monk walked towards the bloody wind, and the crops on both sides of the road were scattered and scattered, and it can be seen that the heart of the planting was absent-minded, and there was no maintenance in the later stage, and now it was trampled by people and horses' hooves, and this year's harvest will not be there.

The path at the end of the farmland has become a large road leading to the village.

The smooth road surface is not inferior to the official road where soldiers can march and roll in large carts, and you can imagine the wealth of this village.

There is a boundary monument on the road, the stone is complete and the carving is exquisite, and the three characters of Dingjiazhuang are simple and vicissitudes.

The monk stopped, and a sigh came from under the hat, two years ago he had burned the dryad, but he had not been able to prevent the catastrophe from befalling the village.

The whole Great Xia is in turmoil, how can a small village be spared.

The monks walked over the stone monument with bamboo canes and walked into the village, whether it was a brick house or a grass hut and mud house, they were all turned into broken walls, black and charred, and from time to time the corpses were seen lying across them.

The monks searched for the cry and found a dozen survivors, most of them young children, who had escaped by hiding in the cellar by their families.

Because the prosperous life is too long, many families do not build cellars, or the cellars are small, so they can only stuff the family's young children into it.

When the children saw the monk's robe, even though the monk's robe was stained with blood, everyone rushed over as if they had seen a fairy, crying and shouting for help.

The monk reassured them and looked around the village to make sure it was uninhabitable.

"Let's go to Yunmeng Mountain." He said, holding the two toddlers in his arms.

The other children helped themselves, the big ones with small backs, the uninjured ones supported the injured, and the group stumbled along with the monks.

Yunmeng Mountain is high and dense, as always, there is no trace of fire and trampling, but there are no birdsong in the forest and no rabbits and pheasants can be seen, and it has become a dead mountain.

The Taoist temple is still there, the gate is closed, the branches and leaves are scattered in front of the door, and grass has grown on the door wall, which makes the Qingfeng Temple a little less immortal wind bone.

The monk knocked on the door for a long time, and the children also begged to open the door only to hear the footsteps inside, and first peeked in to confirm that it was not a thief, and the door creaked open.

"Amitabha." The monk holds two young children in his arms and cannot take off the hat, but only bends down to give a salute.

The old man who opened the door looked at the round big hat with a surprise on his face: "Master Mu! You're coming. ”

As soon as Master Mu sounded, several Taoist priests hiding behind also rushed out immediately, as if they were seeing immortals.

The monk and his party were welcomed in, the child in his arms was picked up, he reached out and took off the hat, revealing a delicate, clean and resolute face in the sun.

An old Taoist looked at this face and shed muddy tears: "Master Mu, I haven't seen you for two years, and it's really good that you still describe it." ”

Monk Mu said: "What about the five chiefs? Are you okay? ”

Lao Dao's tears flowed even harder.

Monk Mu's heart sank slightly, should he .....

"The Lord of the Audience left when the rebellion had just begun." Lao Dao cried, "I said that I was going to go to a deeper mountain to find the way, and I didn't come back until ten years later." ”

Monk Mu's heart was put back in its place, and he knew that this old Taoist was the most afraid of death, so he ran away first.

"This is the survivor of Dingjiazhuang, you can take it in." He said.

When the Lord was there, Monk Mu was the master of the house in their view, and now that the Lord is gone, Monk Mu is the master of everyone.

It's nice to have a host.

The Taoist priests happily took the children and took them to wash and bandage their wounds, and make a fire to cook.

Monk Mu went straight into the room of the five people, although the five people were ruthless and unrighteous and threw down the disciples and ran away, the room was still cleaned up and kept neat and clean, there was no melon and fruit incense candle in front of the statue of Sanqing, and there was clear and fresh mountain spring water.

The wooden monk sat on the cushion, turned his back to the statue and began to meditate, the sunlight crept up from the window to his face, and then reluctantly slid down, the room was agile and seemed to be still.

The Taoist temple became noisy because of the number of children, the Taoist priests walked around, the children moaned in pain, and the crying of missing their relatives, all of which did not disturb the wooden monk.

He didn't come out to see how the children were placed, and the Taoist priests didn't come to disturb him, but only came in lightly and put a pot of Oushan spring water in front of Monk Mu.

Monk Mu didn't finish his meditation until three days later, and walked out of the room to stand in the early morning sun, a layer of green stubble appeared on his face, but his eyes were brighter, and his long eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

"Master Mu, what's wrong?" Lao Dao asked cautiously outside.

Monk Mu looked at the rising sun and said, "The way of heaven is still the same, but there seems to be something wrong. ”

The old Taoist practice is too short, and he can't see through the Lord, let alone this monk who is afraid of the Lord, and when he hears that it is wrong, he doesn't know what to say, and he stands aside and mutters in a panic, and the whole world is wrong.

The red sun was dazzling, making people dizzy, the wooden monk closed his eyes, then opened them and retracted his gaze, picked up the wooden staff by the door and walked: "I'm leaving." ”

Lao Dao was taken aback: "Where are you going?" "Do you want to leave and go to the mountains and forests to find Buddha?

Monk Mu said: "Go to the nearest Jiangnan Province first." ”

Lao Dao stretched out his hand and grabbed his monk's robe: "Master, the lady of Chu in the north and Ma Jiang fought fiercely in Huainan Province, An Dezhong captured the thirteen cities in the southeast, Jiangnan Province is already in danger, we have only passed through the chaos here, but it is the safest place." ”

Monk Mu smiled: "I am different from the Five Dao people, he seeks the Tao from the world, and I enter the world to ask the Buddha." ”

He reached out and pointed in one direction with his wooden staff.

"A Buddha in a peaceful and prosperous world, and a Buddha in a raging war."

There is a peaceful and prosperous world, there will be a chaotic war, and there is a chaotic war to cleanse the peaceful and prosperous world, everything is cause and effect, and everything is the way of heaven.

Lao Dao knew that he couldn't stop Monk Mu from leaving, just as the master couldn't stop the monk from entering the door to eat and stay, so he had to send him off with tears in his eyes, and everyone else followed.

"Master, how are we going to live?" There are children who ask the Buddha in tears.

Monk Mu turned around and said, "Give up your life and live, and hope for life and die." ”

The children of the Buddhist Zen machine can't understand it, just like they don't understand how the days have become like this, but they know that everything can't be stopped, so they can only watch the wooden monk float away with a cane, like an immortal stepping on the clouds in the dense forest in the morning light.

Immortals come and go without a trace, and they can't be guarded by their side forever.

A child wiped his nose and said blankly: "I heard my father and mother say that Mrs. Chu Guo in Gwangju Mansion in Huainan Province is an immortal, and she guards Huainan Province and protects everyone who comes to her. ”

My father and mother were hesitant to go to Gwangju at the time, but in the end, it was difficult to leave their homeland, and they always thought that disaster would not come, and the result was .....

The child covered his face and began to cry.

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In Gangneung, it's not just children crying, adults are crying, and every house is closed, but the streets are full of people, and people are bumping around like headless flies.

"You can't get out of the city, the rebels have already attacked, and if you go out, you will die."

"The rebels are coming, and staying in the city is death."

Going out of the city or hiding at home seems to be a dead end, and people have no choice.

There was also chaos in the Li family's mansion.

"What's going on? What's going on? Mrs. Li didn't use crutches, and was surrounded by a group of women and hurriedly walked out of the back house, "Why don't you leave?" ”

Li Fengchang was surrounded by a group of housekeepers and servants, and when he heard his mother's question, he squeezed over and replied: "Mother, wait a little longer, our soldiers and horses haven't come back yet." ”

Old Madam Li stomped her feet and scolded: "The Jiangling Mansion, how can you borrow our soldiers and horses!" Shall we soldiers and horses be cattle and horses for others? ”