Zhou Mengyuan picked up the pearl wrap and put it back on the blanket, lay down again and began to rest, and heard a strange sound again.

However, it doesn't matter, the voice I heard this time was not a female voice who was flattering and seducing, but the voice of a man chanting.

The voice, soon very low, with a strong tremor, could not be heard clearly.

Very curious. Zhou Mengyuan listened attentively, and most of his sleepiness disappeared.

Although I did not hear the chant clearly, I could hear the loneliness, pain and helplessness of the person from whom the voice came from and the person from whom the voice came.

Not in the hall, not in the living room, not in the main house, but in the stables I saw when I came in.

Maybe it's because the horse breeder is lonely at night, chanting to pass the time, maybe he's praying for good fortune and peace for himself and his family, but maybe it's his cultivation, his body, mind and body, or his magic.

The old monster of Qiao Shan also often recites at night, and the voice is also vague, low and fast, so that people can't hear it clearly even if they hold their breath.

Since you are curious, since you are sleepy, why not go over and see what is going on.

In the direction of the sound, Zhou Mengyuan groped lightly.

Indeed, in a corner of the horse shop, there was a man chanting. Endlessly.

With the glimmer of the twilight sky, Zhou Mengyuan tiptoed to the place where the sound started, only to find that the chanter was tied with a rope and tied to the stone pillar.

“····” The chanting continues.

"Master, what's going on?" Zhou Mengyuan was shocked when he saw it.

The reciter listens but does not listen, and continues to babble.

Zhou Mengyuan turned back to the house and brought a candle to take a closer look.

The forbidden man was a long-term man, kind and thin, with a sparse goat's beard that had turned gray, several scratches on his face, blood stains that had scabbed, and a monk's ragged robe with bare feet.

Zhou Mengyuan looked at it and couldn't help but gasp, "Master, what are you guilty of?

The forbidden ones still turn a blind eye and continue to recite without stopping.

"Snort!"

The village chief came with a candle, followed by a man in the prime of life who was the guy.

This man was a participant in the afternoon brawl, and he was here at night, maybe because Zhou Mengyuan was staying, and the village chief was just in case.

"Hero, why are you here if you don't rest?"

"Oh oh, hello village chief, please make it clear, this master, what did he do wrong?"

"He said the wrong thing!"

"What words, what words, deserve such a sentence?"

"Let's go. Let's go to your room and talk about it. ”

The forbidden person was indeed a monk, and the temple was in another village. Last year, the village chief invited him to come to the village to chant sutras and recite Buddha, praying that the snow would clear and the ice and snow would melt, and that he would slaughter cattle and sheep and make a big deal. As a result, not only did the ice and snow not melt, but the goose feather snow fell for half a year. The village chief was so angry that he sent someone to arrest the monk and beat him up, saying that he was a liar and demanding that he pay for everything he had spent on praying.

Prayer is nothing more than a long-cherished wish, a desire imposed by man, in other words, a comfort to the soul of the person prayed for. People who have no blessings and do not have high cultivation are powerless at all, not to mention, they are trying in vain to change nature and change the will of heaven!

"What you are doing is inherently empty and absurd. The master's intentions are well-intentioned, but the will of heaven cannot be violated. Nature has its own laws, and in the future it will definitely use drought to balance the climate. This anomaly is a catastrophe for all life on Earth. Human wisdom is vast, we should use our brains, get our hands up, and work together to overcome this difficulty. ”

"What 'laws, balances, phenomena', I'm a rough person, I don't understand. All I have to do is pay. ”

It's really a show to meet a soldier!

The village chief under the candlelight had a hideous face and angry eyes radiating anger.

Zhou Mengyuan was worried that if he didn't rescue the monk in time, he would be frozen to death and tortured to death, especially if he was able to pay compensation, he should be generous and save people in danger.

Perhaps, the monk's life should not be extinguished.

Meeting the golden princess and this monk meeting him are both a kind of fate.

"Village Chief, you have a lot of them. Make an offer and see if I have enough money to pay?"

Hearing this, although the village chief did not turn his anger into pleasure, his tone was much softer, "To tell the truth, this liar can meet you, a good man, because of his eight lifetimes of cultivation. Since you are willing to give generously and accumulate good deeds, I will not make an offer. It's up to you. ”

Zhou Mengyuan took the blanket and took out all the gold and jewelry pulled down from the mouth of the majestic cave and handed it to the village chief.

Behind the village chief, the one with the torch looked at him in amazement, wow! So many treasures! I had never seen them in my life. His eyes were red and he was about to bleed.

Zhou Mengyuan thought that the village chief couldn't accept so much, so he said confidently: "These, are they enough?"

Weighing the gold and beads in the placket of his clothes, the village chief had another plan, "Good man, right now, what we lack most is food. These treasures are of great value, but they are inedible and cannot provide food and clothing. ”

Zhou Mengyuan was stunned, this guy is really cunning, and his heart is bigger!

"Don't tell you the village chief, there is only a little food and a little entanglement left in the blanket. It's a long way to go, and I have to deal with it myself. ”

"Oh ahem! No, no, no, I didn't mean that. The village chief coughed dryly, took out beads and a little gold, and handed them to Zhou Mengyuan, "These are returned, hoping to leave your horse behind." ”

Thousands of miles away, Zhou Mengyuan relied on horses to hurry. Without horses, you might not even be able to get out of this snow and be frozen to death and starved to death. Isn't this the death of someone Zhou? Horses are long legs, hope, life, and the foundation of this journey!

"Hugh has to be inched!" Zhou Mengyuan was suddenly furious, "I intended to help you, but you opened your mouth to make me a fool." If you want this gold, you have to ask for it, if you don't want it, don't want to touch a single hair of my Daqing!"

"Rub!"

The torch flashed out and stood beside the village chief, ready to escort him at any time.

The village chief, who has been pretending to be stupid, pitiful, and timid, finally revealed his true colors.

"Huh!"

Shaking off the gold in his clothes, he said solemnly: "The village chief doesn't want any of these! Pack your bags and get out of the way. The village chief immediately ordered someone to break up the corpse of that liar!"

“····”

The sound of the monk's chanting came faintly, and the feeling under Zhou Mengyuan's depressed mood was sad, miserable and very pitiful.

There is a saying in the monks, "Saving a life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter."

The life of a good person is so sensitive to Zhou Mengyuan!

All family members are a powerful witness.

That's it!

Sigh to the end. The sea is wide and forbearing.

Now that you have met, since you have already intervened, good people will do it to the end.

My beloved Daqing!yah!yay!yay!···

Zhou Mengyuan's kind heart was crying and bleeding.

The big green horse stayed, and the road had to continue. I don't know how difficult it is to move forward!

Pick up pieces of gold and put them on your blanket and put them on your shoulders.

Zhou Mengyuan's heart was extremely heavy and painful.

"Horse, leave it for you. Let him go, and I'll take him away. ”

Seeing that Zhou Mengyuan took back the gold and beads before telling Ma, the village chief's greedy plan half fell through, and he thought for a long time before agreeing.

When the tie was untied, the village chief told the truth, and the monk would never agree.

"Amitabha! Kind benefactor! I have been cut off from the mortal world, I regard death as home, and I have passed away with a handful of firewood, and I have gone away cleanly. You still have important things to do, empty your stomach and your muscles, and you can't do without your horse. ”

Zhou Mengyuan said: "Master Mingjian! I am a mortal, although I am powerless to save the people of the world, as long as I can do it, I will never give up because of personal gains and losses." ”

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In the bleak and cold middle of the night, braving the biting cold wind, Zhou Mengyuan helped the limping monk and left the village chief's house.

When the door was closed, looking at Zhou Mengyuan's strong and stubborn back, the village chief sighed in his heart: How good it would be if I could make such a chivalrous and noble person in my life!

The wild wind blew desolation and biting cold, and blew away the smell of broken blood on the monk's body.

Zhou Mengyuan looked back and looked at the village chief's house with his beloved horse tethered, the tip of his nose was sour, and he quietly burst into tears.

Not far from the village, the monk could not walk.

"Kind donor, abandon me! Don't let a monk who has failed to cultivate the truth affect you. ”

"No, master, this Yukiye, there are only you and me, we all have to be strong, get out of the night, the dawn is our hope!"

The day is about to dawn, and the well-fed and well-fed big green horse seems to smell the disaster of his master, and he becomes agitated.

Pleased with a good horse, the village chief was extremely proud, couldn't hold back the endless joy, and came to the horse shop alone, wanting to further appreciate the proud physique of the big green horse.

From now on, you will be my mount, and we will cooperate with each other and will gallop and be invincible. ”

Just as he was about to reach out and touch it, the big green horse became furious.

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

There were only two screams, like five thunderbolts exploding, and the sky and the earth shattered.

The village chief was thrown directly onto the roof by the air exhaled by the big green horse, rolled down, and fell half to death.

More than a dozen horses in the stables galloped off the reins, and the stables collapsed.

Da Qingma came to the village chief who was lying on the ground and screaming, stamped his hooves, and let out another angry howl.

I saw that the village chief's clothes were torn faster than scissors and knives. Fragments of clothes were gone, leaving only pants all over his body, rolling in the yard.

"Lord Ma, please, let me live! I don't dare anymore!"

When several family members heard the sound, they saw that the scene was terrible, and they were mighty, but they watched from a distance, and no one dared to come.

Da Qingma was still angry, and came to the village chief who was begging for mercy.

"Suddenly!"

A cool breath erupted from his nostrils, squirting the village chief's colored pants that only protected his private parts.

The fat bare ass lost its heat and suddenly trembled.

"It's ugly! Let's go back. ”

A beautiful woman said, dragging the man next to her, and turned back to the house.

Probably the daughter-in-law of the village chief. Centrifugal is far away. Hehe!

"Look who dares to come! I don't think I'm a sick sheep!"

Daqingma looked around the yard, and saw that no one dared to come up to deal with it, so he suppressed the urgency of seeing the master in a hurry, ignored everything around, and walked away arrogantly.

Out of the village chief's house, Da Qingma understood what it should do.

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