"Where is this?" Lu Qing frowned and stared at the middle-aged woman in front of him.

"I ask you how you got here?" The vigilance in the eyes of the woman is getting stronger and stronger.

For a while, Lu Qing didn't know how to answer. Do you want to tell the whole story of your experience? Will I be considered crazy?

"I went into the poplar forest from the outside and got lost. Finally, I found a way and came to the village. Lu Qing thought for a while and replied.

"Leave, outsiders are not welcome here." The woman's attitude appeared very resolute.

However, at this moment, two high-pitched baby cries were heard in a room in the village. When the woman heard this cry, her eyes suddenly became fierce.

"Leave now!"

Although Lu Qing was a little unclear, he was pointed directly at his chest by a bright blade in the woman's hand. But Lu Qing didn't feel the killing intent, the woman seemed to just want to force herself to leave, she seemed to be protecting something.

"I have no ill intentions, please believe me, I am just a lost person." Lu Qing hurriedly explained.

"I'll say it one last time, please leave!" The woman's blade had pierced Lu Qing's coat.

"Okay!" Lu Qing sighed helplessly, and could only turn around and leave.

However, just as Lu Qing returned to the poplar forest from Xin, he suddenly heard a muffled thunder in the sky, and at the same time, there was a commotion in the village behind him. Lu Qing stopped, crawled in the snow, and peeked at the situation in the village.

I saw a group of monks with weapons rushing into the village from the other direction. What's going on? Judging by the attire of the group of monks, it is clear that they are from the interior. If this is really a snowy plateau, why are there Sangha in Middle-earth?

The Sangha is not very numerous, only about twenty people. The leader is a white-eyed old monk, although they are far away, Lu Qing can still see his face roughly. What shocked him was that this old monk had seen it in his dreams. In that dream, Mina's face suddenly changed to that of a strange man, who turned out to be an old monk in the village in front of her.

So who is the old monk? Why is it here, and why is it in your dreams? What is the connection with Mina?

Thinking of Mina, the center of Lu Qing's chest was surging, this was the first time he had been so close to Mina in such a long time.

The villagers of the village, all armed with weapons, surrounded the arriving Sangha. The woman who forced Lu Qing to leave was armed with a sharp blade and confronted the old monk. Lu Qing quietly stepped forward and hid on the side of a wooden house. Here you can hear the conversation between them.

"Ram, why are you so persistent?" The old monk said.

"I swore to the Bodhisattva that I would defend this place." The woman's attitude was tough.

"Thirty years ago, I said that I would only take one son and go, and this one is very important to me, and you can't stop me." The old monk sighed.

"Well, we can only defend our freedom with blood." The woman said fiercely.

"Why don't you understand? This son has a bright future, why must his future be humiliated in this remote mountain village? The old monk persuaded again.

"Freedom is more precious than the glory of dung. Give up, Monk Daozang. The woman argued.

"The Buddhas are helpless and the world suffers, and this way is embarrassing and sorrowful. I had no choice but to take it. The old monk folded his hands and bowed deeply to the woman.

"Don't!" Seeing that the Sangha and the villagers were about to meet each other, a mother with disheveled hair ran out of a wooden hut with two newborn babies in her arms.

"Ram, I cannot ignore the lives of my fellow citizens because of my son." With tears in her eyes, the mother looked affectionately at the two children in her arms.

"Yang Jin, don't say that, if we can't even protect our children, how can we defend ourselves?" One of the old men stood up from among the villagers, and the villagers echoed each other.

"I have made up my mind to send my son Kampot to the Daozang Master." The mother's tears are like spring water on Kampot Sacred Mountain, which never stops for a moment. But he still gave one of the sons to the old monk.

Seeing this, the old monk admired it in his heart. Put your hands together and say a Buddha name: "Amitabha, the donor is comparable to the Buddha's mother." The fate of this son is extremely special, and it can be described as a natural creation. Someday, he'll be back. ”

"Have you really decided? Yangjin? Ram said with a solemn face.

Although the mother was reluctant, she nodded resolutely. In this way, the old monk took the child and the monks and turned away.

Lu Qing stared at this scene blankly, completely confused. But he still took a step and quietly followed in the direction of the Sangha. Inexplicably, he had a feeling that he might get news of Mina from the old monk.

The Sangha was advancing extremely fast, and Lu Qing used all his strength to intercept the Sangha from the other direction. When the old monk saw Lu Qing, his face changed greatly, and the horror in his eyes was difficult to hide.

"You're ......!"

Seeing the old monk's gaffe, Lu Qing didn't think so, he just wanted to know the news of Mina.

"Don't blame the mage, I just want to ask you one question."

"What do you want to ask?" The old monk pretended to be calm.

"Mina ......"

However, as soon as Lu Qing's words blurted out, a muffled thunder sounded in the sky again, and then a bright lightning bolt came from the sky, and after all the monks and the old monks, and even the children in the arms of the old monks were struck by lightning, they turned into ashes in an instant, and scattered between heaven and earth.

Seeing this dream-like scene, Lu Qing's brows twisted into a rope, and then a strong anger rose from his heart.

"God, why are you doing this to me?" Lu Qing raised the alloy knife and roared angrily at the sky. The roar contained endless resentment, piercing the clouds directly, shattering the eyes behind the clouds.

A monastery deep in the mountains of southern China.

The old monk in the meditation room opened his eyes again, and his expression was full of loneliness.

"My Buddha is merciful, is the disciple right or wrong?"

On the snowfield, the mountain beaver sitting in the snow suddenly spewed out a mouthful of black blood, and a stream of turbid gas spewed out.

Nameless time and space, in a secret room.

"How...... How so? The black shadow hovered silently on the crystal ball, surprised and puzzled.

"My brother...... It's really good, hahaha......" In the cage in the corner of the secret room, the man who was thrown up laughed wildly. And this time, he was not punished by the black shadow.

After Lu Qing's venting, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed, the poplar forest disappeared in front of his eyes, and the snow in the sky suddenly stopped. And the beaver was unconscious at his feet.

Lu Qing raised his head and looked, and the snow-capped mountains in the distance were still standing. What the hell just happened? He was sure that the Sangha and the village were not illusions. So what is the reason for all this?

"Beavers?" Lu Qing held the mountain beaver in his arms, and his forehead was hot. It was the first time he had been so close to the beaver, and when he saw the tattoo hidden in the bun of his ear, his heart was filled with turmoil.

"Kampot ......"