Since leaving Huangjin City, Yan Yunting has regretted one thing - Yuwen Changqing has dozens of gold ingots in his pocket, why didn't he ask for a single ingot? So much so that in the next few days, he still lived in the open air, and there were days without a meal.

I can't afford to drink.

Fortunately, the horse was fast enough, and it took three days to cross Qingzhou and come to the more fertile Xuzhou. Xuzhou is Zhongzhou in the north, Jiangnan in the south, the confluence of the Yellow River and the Yangtze River, with developed agriculture and the land of fish and rice.

Yan Yunting rode a horse, took a sip of wine, and took a bite of baked cakes, but he was also happy. Calculate the speed of travel, and it will take three to five days at most to reach Zhongzhou......

In other words, what does the granddaughter of Su's predecessors look like?

I heard Su seniors say that his granddaughter is beautiful, but she is a little rude and willful...... But it's not surprising to think about it, who has such a powerful sword god grandfather, and who is not rude and willful?

said that he was going to ask for a wife, it was a joke, it was more to fulfill Su Lao's long-cherished wish, and besides, the Kyushu disaster is coming, where is the heart for children?

When it comes to the love of children, Yan Yunting will always have a beautiful shadow in his mind - Peacock Tower, Qingyan.

Putting aside this woman's cold and viciousness, she is indeed the most beautiful woman he has ever seen after walking the rivers and lakes for so many years, until today, recalling the accidental kiss that night, he will never forget it for a long time.

This time in Kunlun Mountain's Kyushu League Conference, Peacock Tower should also participate, right?

"Whoosh ......" A cool breeze came slowly, dark clouds obscured the sun, and a heavy rain was ready to start.

The rain in late autumn can not be drenched, Yan Yunting not only quickened the pace, but also turned over the "Dinggou Mountain" in front of him is the realm of Xuzhou.

Although the Central Plains is rich, at the junction, especially this kind of hill that is not high or not, not short or short, bandits and bandits like to set up a camp here the most, specializing in robbing passing merchants.

Yan Yunting didn't want to encounter these evil stars, and when the heavy rain was coming, it was best to find a village shop at the foot of the mountain to spend the night, and wait for tomorrow to cross the mountains and mountains.

Soon, a small village came into view.

It's just a cool breeze, and there is a faint smell of blood.

Yan Yunting frowned slightly, and his intuition told him that there was something strange about this village.

When he got closer, the smell of blood was even stronger, and he had to load the firearm and enter the village cautiously.

When they arrived at the entrance of the village, several bloody corpses were placed on the ground, and Yan Yunting hurriedly stepped forward to check-

It was a knife wound, and each one was close to the point, the blood had clotted, the body had stiffened, and it seemed that the killer had been gone for several hours.

Judging from the horse's hoof marks at the entrance of the village, it looks like a gang committing crimes, and the gang raised in this kind of place probably has no one else except bandits.

The further we walked into the village, the more corpses there were, all of them in coarse cloth and rags, and the whole village was turned into a mess, leaving no cattle, sheep and livestock behind.

"Slaughtered the entire village......" Yan Yunting frowned, anger rising from his heart.

The bandits who rob the road generally do not kill people after robbing money, but the gang of bandits in front of them not only robbed food and money, but also killed people and slaughtered villages!

"Da da da......" It's like something is tapping.

Yan Yunting strolled away with a gun in search of the sound, but saw that at the end of the village, in front of a dilapidated ancestral hall, a monk wearing a green coat and a hat was sitting cross-legged on the ground, "Da Da Da ......" knocking on the wooden fish and reciting the scriptures.

What's going on? Yan Yunting observed from a distance for a while, and asked in a raised voice, "Hey! Who's that? ”

The monk paused for a short time and did not look back, and continued to chant and beat after a while.

Yan Yunting walked over slowly, went around to the side of the monk and looked at it, the monk was very young, his face was white, he was in his twenties, his monk's robe was full of patches, he looked very poor, and the gilded scepter in front of him was very dazzling.

The monk tapped the wooden fish while plucking the Buddha beads in his hand, and chanted in his mouth: "Ah, Mommy, Mommy, ......."

Yan Yunting couldn't help laughing, but when he thought of so many people dead, he quickly covered his mouth.

After about a quarter of an hour, the monk stopped tapping, unhurriedly put away the Buddhist beads and wooden fish, folded the shabby monk's robe, stood up with a Zen staff, and bowed deeply to the ancestral hall: "Amitabha, no calamity, early to the ...... of bliss."

After that, he turned to leave, completely ignoring Yan Yunting on the side.

"Hey! Monk! Yan Yunting shouted and followed.

The monk lowered his pocket, did not stop, and continued to walk.

"Monks, so rude?" Yan Yunting walked quickly in front of the monk, beckoned, and raised his voice: "Monk, are you deaf?" So you can't hear it, huh? ”

Only then did the monk stop and said softly: "The killing land, it is not advisable to stay for a long time, the donor should leave quickly." ”

Yan Yunting shook the fire gun he said, patted the giant sword behind his back, and said with a smile: "I came in the rolling red dust, and I also bloomed in the killing, master, I am not afraid at all." ”

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground." The monk shook his head and bypassed Yan Yunting to leave.

Yan Yunting hurriedly followed: "Okay, okay, I won't joke with you, do you know who slaughtered this village?" ”

The monk shook his head: "I don't know." ”

"But I know," Yan Yunting said, "Judging from my experience in walking the rivers and lakes for many years, there must be a group of bandits entrenched on this Dinggou Mountain, and they did it." ”

The monk asked, "And then?" ”

"I'm going to kill them and avenge these villagers," Yan Yunting proposed, "Seeing that you are holding a magic staff, you are tall and tall, you should also have force, why don't we go up the mountain together?" ”

The monk did not refuse, but just said lightly: "The poor monk comes from the dust, and he is unwilling to kill to stop killing." ”

"So you knock on the wooden fish and chant the scriptures, and these dead villagers can rest in peace?" Yan Yunting said.

The monk didn't speak, but his eyes became complicated.

"Think about it, if you don't kill those bandits, in the future, the passing travelers, and even the people of other villages, will be slaughtered, is this what you compassionate monks want to see?" Yan Yunting said, shrugged his shoulders, turned over and rode on horseback, and threw down a sentence:

"You didn't come from the dust, and you didn't have compassion, but you committed murder for fear of getting into the dust. Look at this village full of corpses, and smell your monk's robe, does it smell bloody? ”

The monk thought and struggled for a moment, sighed softly, and caught up with Yan Yunting: "The donor is right, I will go up the mountain with you." ”

"Hey, that's the right...... Put down the butcher's knife, become a Buddha on the spot, and cut them all, won't you naturally put down the butcher's knife? Hahaha......"

The donor's words seem crude and vulgar, but they are not unreasonable...... Dare to ask the name of the donor? ”

"Yan Yunting, swallow's Yan, cloud of clouds, thunder of thunder...... What about you? ”

"The poor monk has no precepts."

"No rings? That is, nothing is taboo? Yan Yunting took off the wine bag and shook it for Wujie, and said with a smile: "The wine and meat have passed through the intestines, the Buddha has left it in his heart, and the gold and silver are wrapped around his waist, and the beauty is embraced in his arms?" ”

Wujie shook his head, a rare smile.