In the open field, quitting alcohol walked alone.

He didn't know where Hollow had gone, and he didn't know where Dowling had been caught, but he had a direction in mind, and that was the north.

When he was a teenager, he and his master Qin Tiangong went to the southern part of the empire, where the water and soil were fertile, the lights were simple, and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, not like they were affected by evil treasures.

Moreover, cults naturally want to go to more remote places, and the barrenness of the north will be more suitable for their development than the richness of the south.

So after he left the imperial capital, he began to march north.

Before, he went with Dao Lin to meet Wei Zhengyang, where he heard the news of the Thunder Lightning Heavenly King, his base camp was in the Emerald City, and his destination this time was there.

It's just that he didn't cross the Valley of Dust, because the Valley of Dust was winding and tortuous, and there were many detours, and if it was the Thunder Lightning Heavenly King, he would definitely not go there.

Late at night, quitting alcohol had left the imperial capital about fifty miles away, he did not stop this way, he saw a little light on a hillside, hungry and cold, he chose to take a look.

Walking up the hill, he found that it was originally a small temple called Guangyuan Temple.

Qu Jiu stepped forward and gently buckled the Buddha door, waited for a while, and then buckled it again.

"Amitabha, who is knocking on the door?" A rough inquiry sounded inside the Buddha gate.

Qu Shan tidied up his robe and replied: "The little monk passed by here and stayed overnight. ”

The door opened, revealing a round and bald head.

This is a reminder that the obese monk is different from other monks in that this person has a fierce face.

"Where did the monk come from?" The obese monk's tone is not good.

Qu Jiu frowned, folded his hands and said: "The little monk traveled all over the world, passed by here and saw the temple brightly lit, rushed for a day, his body was tired, and he came to ask for a night. ”

The obese monk saw that the robe he wore to quit drinking was extraordinary, so he nodded and let the Buddha door open.

After abstaining from drinking, he stepped inside.

This temple is not big, covers an area of only a few hundred square meters, there is only one Buddhist hall, the rest are all Zen rooms, two small courtyards before and after.

There were several monks standing in the courtyard, all looking at him intently.

After smiling and saluting at these monks, he turned to look at the fat monk behind him.

"I wonder if there's still fasting?" Quit asked in a low voice.

The obese monk glanced at the abstinence from drinking, and then beckoned to a thin monk.

"Huiwu, you take him to the kitchen to see if there is any food." The fat monk instructed the thin monk to say.

The thin monk nodded and led the way.

Qu Jiu glanced at the other monks, and saw that they were still looking at him, and his heart was puzzled for a while.

Following the thin monk towards the kitchen, quitting alcohol and seeing that this person walked in a posture that did not look like a monk practicing Buddhism, but like a thief.

"Dare to ask Senior Brother, how many years has your Guangyuan Temple been built?" Quit asked suddenly.

The thin monk Huiwu paused and said, "It's been twenty years." ”

"Twenty years?" Quit alcohol and touched the wall, which was a little soft for more than twenty years.

"I don't know which senior monk the abbot of your temple is, maybe the family teacher still knows him." Dowling continued.

"The presiding officer of this temple is the abbot of Jueming." The thin monk said.

"Abbot Jueming? I don't know where the abbot is now, can the little monk visit after dinner? Quit continued.

"The master has rested, you can go to bed quickly after eating." The thin monk's tone became more and more impatient.

Quit alcohol and walked into the kitchen, a faint smell of meat entered his nasal cavity, if it wasn't for his cultivation realm, ordinary people really couldn't smell it, but he didn't make a noise, but pretended not to know.

"A little bit of leftover porridge at night." The thin monk lifted the lid of the pot, filled a bowl of half-warm vegetable porridge and handed it to Qu Jiu.

Quit alcohol took the porridge and ate it, but the thin monk did not leave, but stood aside and watched him eat.

Soon a bowl of vegetable porridge was finished, quit drinking, put the bowl down, and touched the half-full stomach.

"I've eaten and eaten, so let's go to bed." The thin monk coughed lightly and said.

Quit nodded and followed the thin monk back.

On the way back, quitting alcohol mobilized internal force into the ear, the temple is not big, and I have a number in my heart when I hear it.

There are nine monks in this temple, in addition to the eight people I saw in the front yard before, there is still breathing in a firewood room in the backyard, which sounds quite old.

Back in the front yard, there were four meditation rooms on the east and west sides, and there were bursts of snoring in the meditation room on the east side, and the fat monk could be heard by quitting drinking.

In another meditation room, four people lived, whispering.

"What is the origin of this monk today?"

"I don't know, it looks like he came out of a big temple, and he is dressed better than that old monk."

"Would you like to come here? Anyway, it's not the first time, and one more lonely ghost won't get in the way. ”

"Let's listen to what the boss has to say tomorrow, if he agrees, we can do it in time."

Quit alcohol and follow some thin monks, and listening to their words, you know that this is a group of fake monks, and they are still fake monks who kill people at every turn.

"Okay, you can live in this room by yourself, there is no one to live in usually, you can clean up by yourself." The thin monk opened the door of the West Zen room and said.

Qu Jiu looked at the mess in the room, sighed in his heart, nodded to the thin monk, and walked in.

After closing the door, he could hear the sound of breathing coming from outside the door, and the thin monk obviously did not leave, but was still eavesdropping outside the door.

Quit Alcohol looked at the messy room, took a deep breath, waved his robe lightly, and a strong wind blew, shaking the dust on the wooden bed, and then stretched out a hand to wrap the flying dust with internal force and gently lay on the ground.

Qu Jiu lay on the bed, squinting his eyes and feeling carefully, the thin monk had left, and he returned to the meditation room next door.

"The monk is lying down?"

"Lying down, it looks like a passing monk."

"When you went to the kitchen just now, a few of us discussed it, and they meant to slaughter him."

"I've already killed several, do you want to kill them?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"After all, this is a temple, and the Buddhas are looking at it."

"Look at a fart, he has no eyes to see what to see, if he hinders us, he will kill what he should kill, what bullshit Buddha."

"Okay! Let's go! Tomorrow you do it, I'll dig a hole in the backyard. ”

Quit drinking and hearing this, the anger in his heart rose, this group of murderous beasts who did not blink an eye to disturb the Buddha is a serious crime, and now there are even words insulting the Buddha, the sin is unforgivable!

I heard everyone snoring all the time, quit drinking and opened his eyes violently, and his figure flashed and went out of the meditation room silently.

After standing in place to make sure that no one was alarmed, he directly turned into a white shadow and flew towards the backyard.

There is a dilapidated firewood house in the corner of the backyard.

Gently crushed the lock on the firewood room, and with a squeak, the door of the firewood room was opened by him.

"Finally can't help but kill the poor monk?"