I have to say that the people who fight in this green forest and the rivers and lakes still have some means and ways. Even if Wei Yuan chooses all the roads in the past three days, he will never stay in the village, and he will still be found by many people.

In the past three days, Wei Yuan has killed five waves of people.

The largest number of people are the seven sword-wielding bandits, who are said to be the famous Jiangyang thieves of Changshui Mansion and the Seven Heroes of Hangwan.

They robbed homes and houses, kidnapped tickets for extortion, plundered ships, and did all kinds of evil. And the methods are cruel, the kung fu is strong, and he has been doing evil for seven or eight years with impunity.

There are two boats under their hands, and nearly 80 younger brothers are begging for a living off the coast of Hangzhou Bay. If it weren't for the fact that the old man Qian was very well-connected, no matter the officials and bandits colluded, and he used his connections to invite, I am afraid that he would not have come with only 20,000 taels of silver!

This group of people directly caught up on horseback, each of them had the strength of the second order, and the one who led the big knife was a pseudo third order, especially the poisonous powder and poisonous smoke prepared on the body, which was very insidious.

It's just that they only delayed Wei Yuan's tea. The last seven heads were twisted off and piled on large rocks on the side of the road.

Wei Yuan's loss was not small, the half-worn monk's robe was cut to pieces, like strips of cloth.

Wei Yuan brought a total of three clothes, so he had to return to the primitive society!

There is another person who came, and he was also confident. Known as the first assassin in Changshui Mansion, the sixth killer in Zhejiang Province is a sword to seal his throat!

This thing followed Wei Yuan from a distance in the evening, but he never showed up, and it was not until the second half of the night that he came up and assassinated him in black.

It's just that this product has already been exposed, not to mention the chicken legs, if it weren't for Wei Yuan's suppression, Erha would have looked for him to play a long time ago!

The short sword of this goods was grasped by Wei Yuanyi in his hand and broken into seven or eight sections!

Not to mention, people have real skills, and their light skills are quite good. In the blink of an eye, it's already three feet away!

And that black dress really has a hidden effect in the dark night, and it is almost impossible to see clearly.

Then a crystal bowl fell from the sky and smashed his head.

There is also a roadside stall selling chaos poison master Baixin Laosuo.

As a result, Wei Yuan ate three bowls in a row, five bowls of chicken legs, and Erha ate one bowl and bit the bowl badly. I have eaten up the poison of this hundred poisonous old man!

Chicken legs: "Boss, your bowl is not flavorful enough!Is it less drugged?

In the end, the dissatisfied chicken leg scratched the old man to death with one paw.

There is also a charlatan, I don't know if it's a trick or what, in short, the means are fancy and changeable, the fireball smoke obstruction method, the straw man used to spell people, and the gossip mirror are all up.

Wei Yuan finally saw that he really had no other means, so he hammered a punch into the tree, which was a very clever way to die.

There is also an iron corpse Taoist who cultivates zombie skills by himself, and is known as invulnerable, and he also has an iron corpse! Relying on this iron corpse stolen from the ancient tomb, he has also been rampant in Jiangsu and Zhejiang for several years.

Wei Yuan first split the iron corpse with a Zen staff, and the volley turned into ashes. Then hold down the iron corpse man, and hammer the old fist to death!

By the afternoon of the third day, no one had come to assassinate again.

This little monk explained with his own record that the 20,000 taels of bonuses are less, and he has to add money!

On a peaceful afternoon day, in the evening, Wei Yuan had already arrived in Yanguan Town, Haining County, which was already on the edge of Hangzhou Bay.

Tomorrow I got on the boat and went to Ningbo Mansion on the opposite side in the morning.

It's just that Wei Yuan was in trouble, and he still didn't choose to enter the town. Instead, I asked in a nearby village.

"Oh, there's a little temple on the hill over there called Guanyin Temple. When I was young, there were many temples than now, and people from all over the country came here to worship Guanyin Bodhisattva! I haven't seen him in years, and I don't know ......if he's alive or not."

Wei Yuan inquired with the old man in his seventies in the village about a nearby Guanyin Temple, and decided to go there tonight to place an order.

When I came to the Guanyin Temple on this mountain, the sky was already dark.

Wei Yuan could see the bright stars in the sky when he looked up, but now in this sky, I am afraid that no one cares about these stars and the Milky Way.

This Guanyin Temple looks a little dilapidated, and the small plaque on the door has been cracked, and the words "Mercy Guanyin Temple" can barely be recognized.

This Guanyin Temple does not even have a courtyard, and it is directly the main hall gate.

No, it's not nothing, you can still see the remnants of the wall roots, there should have been a lot of courtyards, but it should have collapsed because of the inability to maintain them. In the end, the main hall and the room behind it were still standing.

However, a stone-carved monkey at the door is still clear and vivid, and has not been eroded by wind and rain.

"Isn't there anyone anymore?" said the chicken leg as he looked at the cracked door panel with peeling red paint.

"It's nice to have a place to shelter from the wind and rain, and it's been three days of sleeping in the wild. Wei Yuan stretched out his hand and knocked on the door.

After knocking for a while, I heard trembling footsteps, and waited a little longer for someone to open the door.

The door creaked halfway open, and it was hard to keep stuck. A shriveled old monk stood trembling inside the door.

The old monk's eyes didn't seem to be very good, and his cloudy and dim eyes squinted for a long time before he could see clearly outside the door under the residual fire of the broken lantern.

At first glance, I saw a young monk knocking on the door with a cat and a dog, and the old monk didn't expect it, so he reflected it for a long time and asked, "You guys...... What's the matter?"

The old monk's breath was faint, and if it wasn't for the silence of the night, he wouldn't be able to hear it.

Wei Yuan raised a single palm: "The old abbot is invited, the little monk is passing by here, it is already dark, and he asks to be taken in for one night." ”

After a few seconds, the old monk said, "Then please...... Come on in. The old monk said weakly, and turned around to show Wei Yuan and them.

The old monk walked in front, staggering, hunched over, snorting and panting. The night breeze blew in through the doorway, and the tattered monk's robes rose with the wind, revealing skinny calves.

Good guys, what is called the end of life, this is called the end of life.

Wei Yuan hurriedly stepped forward to help, worried that the old monk would accidentally fall, so he directly drove the crane to the west.

When the time comes, I really have nowhere to reason! It's yellow mud into the crotch of his pants - it's not, it's!

The old abbot's hands are cold, his breath is weak, and I'm afraid he won't have a few days to live.

This push door is the main hall, the main hall is placed with the sitting statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva, the outrageous thing is that the net bottle in the hand of the Guanyin statue has been broken!

it, this Guanyin temple is too bad, and the Buddha statues are all broken and don't you repair it?

But after thinking about it, Guanyin may not be in which world she has run to at this time, and she doesn't care about this anymore.

Moreover, this old monk is like this, it is not strange to sleep tonight, and he can't expect more.

The statue of Guanyin has faded, but it is still smiling, and the corners of its mouth are slightly raised...... Hmm? This Guanyin statue is a little younger, and the smile is too sweet, a little frivolous.

But that's normal. In these years, the statue is all about the craftsmanship of the craftsmen. Moreover, Guanyin Bodhisattva claims to have 32 kinds of incarnations, such as Guanyin, Guanyin, etc., many images. So it's not a problem.

The old monk led Wei Yuan and them to the cover room at the back of the main hall, where there were only two rooms. One room was so full of clutter that I couldn't get off my feet. The other room had a simple wooden bed, but it was dusty.

"You...... Just sleep here. ”

"What about you, old abbot?"

"I ...... I still have to recite the scriptures. ”

"Chanting scriptures?" Wei Yuan was a little puzzled, it's almost midnight, what are you chanting?

The old monk ignored it, turned around and returned to the main hall tremblingly, blew out the candles and sat on a broken futon with a black lamp, and did not twist the prayer beads, but put his dry hands together and began to recite the scriptures silently.

Wei Yuan and the chicken leg glanced at each other: something is wrong!

Erha, on the other hand, has already occupied the favorable terrain and picked a place to sleep at night.

Wei Yuan looked at the bed, it was covered with dust, and no one had been lying on it for at least half a year.

There was a small jar in the house, and Wei Yuan lifted the wooden lid and smelled a musty smell. There was still a thin layer of rice left inside, but it was already moldy and yellow-green in color, and it was completely inedible......

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