The majestic temples, the forest is all-encompassing, and the golden body of the Buddha adds a wealth to this place.

The little monk in the temple got up to wash before dawn, and his gray cloth robe and simple behavior had a new century appearance.

It is said that now you must have a high degree to become a monk, and even if ordinary people want to become a monk, it is impossible, except for the constant hard work.

With a squeak, the Fahua Temple on the mountainside ushered in a new day of sunshine, only to see the little monk stretching lazily at the door, moaning very comfortably, and then touching his bright brain to look at the closed door of the Taoist priest next door, slightly pouted and said: "Foolish, but also immortal, unrealistic"

Wang Zhi's contempt was undoubtedly domineering at this moment, and he saw that the little monk carried a broom with a little weight in his hand, and he felt bored in his heart, and he didn't know what he kicked when he went down the steps.

"Huh"

The little monk realized it later, but he turned around sharply, and saw a bloody man inexplicably appear under the steps of the temple as far as his eyes could see.

Thinking of the abnormal movement just now, the little monk subconsciously looked at the soles of his feet, and his mind suddenly became a little foggy.

After all, it must be his care to carry this person in, and even if he is not dead, he must be cleaned, in his opinion, the old monk will not do such a thing, as for those senior brothers, it is even more unreliable, then if he is dead, the old monk will ask him to bury him for the reason of great love, and then he will have to dig the soil and go to the bottom of the mountain to prepare the coffin......

Thinking of a lot of aftermath, the little monk's eyes rolled and looked directly at the door next door.

"In this way, just carry this person over there, wash off the blood with a basin of water, and take another bath, perfect"

After making up his mind, the little monk immediately took action, for him, it is better not to cause trouble in this era, after all, he is also from a poor family, and he was finally admitted to the university to make money here, but he doesn't want to make a fuss.

As for those Buddhist words of compassion to save the common people, he has long seen through it, in his opinion, all this is hypocritical, and it is not as practical as money.

"Amitabha, Amitabha, don't blame me, don't blame me, don't blame me"

The little monk looked at the placed position, closed his eyes and turned around and kept muttering, just as he was fast entering the temple, he suddenly stopped again, as if he felt guilty, his expression was cloudy and uncertain, and finally said leisurely: "I still want to sleep well, you, resign yourself to fate"

The little monk took a deep breath, turned around and strode over, then stepped forward and knocked on the door vigorously, and then ran back to the temple in a puff of smoke.

"Who, is there something wrong, knocking on the door before dawn, don't you have to sleep?"

It didn't take long for a voice to come out loud, and I saw a little Taoist priest of the same age as the little monk open the door, and said with impatience on his face.

He thought it was those villagers praying for blessings, but who knew that what caught his eye was a person who was watered with blood from top to bottom, like a thriller he had seen.

At the moment, he didn't hesitate, only frowned, and then walked in with the bloody man on his shoulder.

"You bastard"

Although the movements are very kind, the little Taoist's mouth has never stopped, like the legendary knife-mouthed tofu heart.

At this time, the little monk hiding at the entrance of the temple pretended to take out the broom and walked out slowly, and the corner of his eye inadvertently glanced at the direction of the Taoist temple, and then uncharacteristically swept up the fallen leaves outside the temple, and inadvertently swept away the fallen leaves in front of the Taoist temple.

……

The Taoist temple is different from the luxury of the temple, but it looks extremely simple, here in addition to a few Taoist clay figures in the hall, there is only an incense case, a few dilapidated futons, and a few simple thatched huts, perhaps from afar to travel to stay temporarily, otherwise I am afraid that it would not be so.

"Nine Thoughts, Do You Know Your Mistakes"

At this time, in the corner, a sloppy Taoist priest stood up with his body dangled, first raised his head and took a sip of the wine in the gourd, and then looked at the two Daoists above who were about to enter the hall.

"What is wrong with the disciple, if you don't come, he is dying"

Jiusi retorted stubbornly, the heavy smell of blood came to his nose, and he reached out to wipe the blood that the bloody man had just spit out on his forehead, and his mouth was bitter.

"Hahaha"

The sloppy Taoist suddenly laughed, his eyes were full of relief, and then gradually disappeared in place, and the next second he appeared in the hall, only to see him reach out and take the bloody man, and the latter suddenly collapsed to the ground, exhaling heavily.

"Aren't you afraid of blood? For what"

The sloppy Taoist priest said abruptly, and then quickly checked the bloody man's body with his hands and feet, although he did not turn his head, this question still appeared clearly in the ears of the little Taoist.

I saw that his breathing was still short, as if he wanted to speak and stopped, but he never continued, maybe he didn't know why, maybe it was just an impulse.

"He's in a bad situation, maybe your bravery today is in vain, he may be in a while"

The sloppy Taoist priest paused, looking at the wound that was densely packed with blood potassium, his brows were furrowed, it stands to reason that it is impossible for a person to survive so many wounds until now, but under his examination, there is still a breath in his chest, just like the state of the living dead according to modern medicine.

Another difference with the temple is that there have always been only two people in the Taoist temple, and at this moment, no one disturbs the sloppy Taoist priest's mood, even if it is the sparrow that often comes on weekdays, or the knowledge at night has perfectly avoided this point.

And the sloppy Taoist priest suddenly brought a bucket of water after a while, and poured a water scoop on the bloody man's face to clean, and the little Taoist priest on the side looked at him with resentment, he felt that he had to go to fetch water again today.

After the clear water, what greeted the two of them was an extremely delicate face, he was very young and handsome, but there were still many bright red scars on his face, and there was an extremely hideous wound on his abdomen, and his pale and weak face made people imagine the pain that the young man experienced at that time.

"Who made you so miserable"

The sloppy Taoist priest couldn't figure out why, he didn't feel that there were still such cruel people alive in the world in this century, and the wounds in front of him, large and small, had to show that such people still existed, and they were extremely similar to the signs of tyranny.

Even if it was a sloppy Taoist priest who was indifferent, he couldn't help but stuff his heart when he looked at the young man's appearance.

He had already given the boy the pill, and after seeing the boy's condition clearly, he became less confident, maybe everything was up to him.

Thinking of this, the sloppy Taoist priest picked up the gourd on his waist and raised his head and poured it in a big gulp, and the wine he only dared to taste one sip on weekdays became less important, and began to gradually decrease under the gaze of the naked eye.

"Perhaps, those hospitals have a solution?"

Jiusi put his hands on his cheeks and muttered in a low voice.

"It's too late, it's 108,000 miles away from the nearest city."

The sloppy Taoist priest has no energy, he has done everything he can, and the next thing is to resign himself to fate.

……

As night approached, a breeze crept in through the door as Jiusi closed the door in solitude, causing the fading candle flame to burn violently.