In Xihe Village, Yi Shuyuan's letter was "read" to this moment, but in fact, it was not just the old guys around him who were listening.

The children who had been playing had gathered to listen to the story, and even the landlord of the village sat on the side of the straw hut and listened, with a snake in his mouth beside him.

Perhaps because Yi Shuyuan's voice was interrupted for a moment at this moment, it also interrupted part of the imagination of the people present, and a child asked.

"Master Yi, what is sending an enlightenment?" "yes, why do those bad guys send them something?"

The old people understand what it means, Yi Shuyuan looked at these innocent children, but he didn't have any thoughts that children should not listen to bloody violence, because good people punish evil and promote good is the most simple wish, and the old man can hear it to children.

"The great monk said that his Dharma is low, naturally he can't rely on the Dharma to make these bandits see the true self and become enlightened, and since the Dharma is low, naturally they can't see the Buddha, so what is left of the method of the three senses that others say?"

Yi Shuyuan asked this, and immediately a child rushed to answer.

"You can still see Purgatory and be enlightened!"

As soon as these words came out, many children also reacted, the so-called purgatory, most of the ordinary people regardless of age also understand, anyway, it must be in the underworld.

Although there are still children who are still a little ignorant, Yi Shuyuan doesn't need to explain more, and there are other children who say something to their friends.

"So the monk said in the letter that he had broken his vows."

"Brother, is there anything else behind?" "That's right, Brother Yi, these horse thieves are really not things!"

The old people cherish the elderly, and the old people in Xihe Village imagine what happened to the old people in the letter, and they are filled with righteous indignation.

I just listened to the "Reading Letter", as if I could see that scene, see the horse thief dirty and arrogant, and see the monk angrily glaring at King Kong!

Yi Shuyuan looked at the north, as if he had seen through thousands of miles, and said softly.

"The great monk asked me what a Buddha is."

This sentence is indeed in the letter, and then Yi Shuyuan continued.

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In that village, the monks were covered in blood, and in addition to the panicked horses, more than two dozen horse thieves were already lying down.

The monk closed his eyes slightly, his hands were folded again, and in addition to the neighing of horses in the village, only the sound of the monk chanting scriptures remained.

Chanting the scriptures can lead the yin officials to send the dead soul, otherwise they will be lonely souls and wild ghosts.

Of course, there is no way for monks to see this, but the chanting of the scriptures is still meticulous, and the scriptures allow people to go to the underworld, which can be seen in purgatory, and they say that if they send an enlightenment, they will send an enlightenment.

Gradually, the horses in the village fell silent.

The chanting continued, but the monk's heart was not as calm as the sound of the scriptures.

"Boom"

Thunder sounded in the sky, and soon, a heavy rain fell.

The monk kept chanting, but he slowly raised his head with the Buddha in his hand, and the rain washed away the blood on his face, hands and even his body.

Another sleepless night, in the waning rain, the monk dug a pit and buried all the corpses in the village, until the next day, before dawn, he sat cross-legged and rested for half an hour, and then got up and went on the road.

After six or seven days of walking, he passed through more than one empty village, and the monk finally arrived at a town, and with his footsteps, even if he was not in a hurry this time, he had walked a considerable distance.

Monks have been here in this town before, and the grain in the sack is here.

The monk walked step by step in this town, it seems that it is still relatively stable, there are many people in the market, but except for a few people, most of the pedestrians are somewhat yellow and thin.

Passing by a grain store, the shopkeeper over there saw the monk and immediately greeted him happily.

"Hey~The monk~~ Here you go again?"

The monk turned to look at the shopkeeper of the grain shop, folded his hands and saluted, but the boss smiled and took two steps.

"Monk, help me unload a few more truckloads of goods later, how about I give me some more grain?"

The monk glanced at the shopkeeper and said nothing, but set off again and walked forward.

The shopkeeper of the grain shop in the back hurriedly shouted.

"I'll give you some more—monk—"

However, the monk's footsteps in front of him did not stop at all, and the shopkeeper walked into the street to look, and the people had already gone away, so he regretted that he had given less, or simply hired people as long-term workers.

At this moment, the monk understood some of the meanings in the original nameless scripture, and even more than one meaning.

The so-called no fear, no evil, in fact, can also be no feelings, no good, that is, a blank piece of paper.

It can be that Yi Shuyuan originally explained the scriptures for the spirit animals at the foot of the mountain with a slight meaning of enlightening the mind, but at the level of the monk now, it is also a bit ironic that many Buddhist scriptures are empty and good.

While thinking about it, the monk felt that he was hungry in his belly, so he reached out and grabbed the cloth bag, but he felt that something was wrong when he reached into the bag.

Looking down, it rained a few times, and after a few days of covering, it turned out that the remaining grain seeds in the bag had already germinated, and there were even a few small roots rooted out of the bag.

The monk's hand was withdrawn, and he didn't want to eat the sprouted grain, so he carefully pulled out the homemade bowl from the bag, and prepared to go to the fate.

I didn't expect that the huge towns would not be able to get a full meal, and the poor families had no surplus food, but even the rich families were shocked when they saw it.

Finally, in front of a restaurant on the side of the street, the monk saw hope, and before the monk could speak, the man who was packing up his things looked at the shopkeeper Nunu.

The shopkeeper looked outside and found that there was a monk standing, but he was standing outside the door and did not enter, with his head slightly bowed, his eyes slightly hanging and his hands folded.

"Donor, the poor monk has come to make a fortune, can you give me some fasting food?"

Monks are really rare in these years, and even if there are, they are all fake monks, or even in the early years, there don't seem to be many real monks.

It's just the one in front of you.

Walking out of the counter, the shopkeeper looked the monk up and down, looking at the ring scar on the top of his head, he looked like that, forget about whether he is a real monk or a fake monk.

"Master, you wait here, I'll prepare some for you later, come in and sit down!"

"Good, thank you!"

The monk gave a salute, but did not enter the restaurant, which was supposed to be the best time for business, but here he was turning over the stools to wipe the table, as if it was about to close.

When this time was cleaned up, the man had already saved a lot of leftovers in the clay pot in his hand, and when it was brought to the table near the counter, the shopkeeper stopped and walked out.

"Master, what do you use for rice? I'll give you a little bit of vegetarian food. ”

The monk looked at the clay pot over there, this kind of leftovers was naturally not separated by meat and vegetables, and they were basically mixed together, but the monk still took out the special bowl.

Just as he was about to hand it over, the monk suddenly looked to his side, and it turned out that there were already a few children running here, each holding some utensils in their hands.

"Wait a minute, I'll make a meal for this master first, and I'll give you the rest."

The monk's outstretched hand paused, and it could be seen that the people who were eating were actually eating relatively cleanly, and the clay pot didn't have much in the first place.

So the outstretched hand was taken back.

The shopkeeper was still stunned just now, and felt that it was really simple, but when he saw the monk take it back, he couldn't help but look at him in surprise.

"Master, I'll make you a meal!"

"The benefactor is merciful, good and good!"

The monk saluted again, took a step back, and the children beside him, who had just been a little frightened, crowded over, making the shopkeeper even more surprised.

"Shopkeeper, don't forget if people dislike it, hmph, our family has a small business, and we have to sell it for money in exchange for other swills, is it possible to make a special meal for you that does not occupy meat? If you don't work hard, don't make any effort, don't dislike rice if you reach out to beg for food! ”

The man's sarcastic words were not polite at all, he felt that this monk disliked the lack of meat and vegetables in the pot, or simply disliked the leftovers.

Obviously, he scolded very badly, and he killed a lot of horse thieves who were also scolding and laughing some time ago, but at this moment the monk was not angry at all.

"The benefactor has learned a lesson!"

After another salute, the monk, who was whispering the scriptures, took two steps back and then turned to leave.

"Alas~ Master, you wait!"

The shopkeeper shouted, and the footsteps of the monk in front of him also stopped, and the shopkeeper hurried to the back kitchen again, and finally found a slightly hard steamed bun after rummaging for a while.

Then the shopkeeper chased him down the street and handed the steamed bun in his hand to the monk.

"Master, I can't really see a true monk these days, you are one, give, this is vegetarian, I haven't touched meat!"

"Good, thank you!"

The monk didn't pick it up with his hands, took out the bowl again, and waited for the shopkeeper to put the steamed buns in it, and then thanked him before leaving.

The shopkeeper looked at the monk's distant figure and shook his head before walking back to the store.

I just don't know if the monk is too unlucky, or if he himself will attract bad luck, and after walking for a while, the street suddenly became chaotic in the distance, and there were bursts of shouting and scolding and horses' hooves.

The monk was shocked, and immediately remembered that a few days ago, could it be that there were horse thieves in this town?

At this moment, the monk walked against the crowd, and his pace was fast, but the scene from a distance made him slightly stunned.

A group of armored sergeants on horseback rampant through the streets, the leader shouting everywhere with a knife in his hand, and one restaurant after another rushed to the store, either the officers and soldiers shouted, or someone simply went in.

Soon they arrived at the restaurant where the monk had just given him food, and the door of the shop, which had been about to close, was kicked open, and the sergeant and the general on horseback pushed and scolded angrily.

"Get up, get up for me—"

The fellow didn't dare say a word, and the shopkeeper, who was already bleeding, struggled to get up from the ground.

"Master Jun, we have a small business, we really don't have much money left, please let us go."

"Smack~"

The whip flicked at the shopkeeper's chest, causing him to stagger a few times.

The general tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, he knew that this family had extra money.

"This is your business, immediately take out ten taels of silver and donate it as military salary, if you don't have money and food, you can do it, and those who violate the order will be beheaded!"

The shopkeeper said tremblingly against the door.

"You are officers and soldiers, you are clearly bandits."

"Look for death!"

The general was angry from the heart, and he pulled out his knife and slashed towards the shopkeeper with a direct "Zheng~".

It's just that the next moment, the general's face showed a frightened expression, and there was jealousy and disbelief in his heart, and the knife in his hand couldn't be cut down.

A monk seemed to appear and block the shopkeeper at once, and he held the blade with one hand.

"Cluck, la, la."

In the sound of wrestling, blood spilled from the monk's palm, but he never moved, just looked up at the man on horseback.

This general could not be known to the monk, and when he crossed the border pass, those sergeants took away the magic weapons on his body, and when he was about to take away the water bladder, he stopped him.

And at this moment, the monk also understood that this knife might hit the shopkeeper, but at most it was a skin injury, scary but not fatal.

"My Buddha is merciful, why should the captain embarrass the people."

The monk let go of the blade, and the general slowly withdrew the knife, and he also recognized this monk, the Nanyan monk who had returned from the direction of Dayong.

This monk is not an ordinary person, he can endure the exploitation of the border, is it a meticulous work? But if it is meticulous, why do you want to block this knife at this moment

Maybe the general has his own decision in his heart, but for some reason, in front of this monk, the general has an impulse to justify.

"Monk, do you know how long it has been since the border army has been paid? What can we do? Self-financing is possible! We are a border army, and we can't leave the border for a moment! The grassland, Dayong, are always eyeing the tiger, if the grassland people come in, here one by one is either life and death or slavery, you tell me, what can we do? ”

The general pointed his left hand at the monk with a horsewhip and roared.

"Do you think I want to loot the hard-earned money of the people of Dayan?"

The monk's heart was very complicated.

"My Buddha is merciful, I hope Duwei will open the net!"

The general didn't say much, glanced at the guards around him, and then looked at the shop over there

"I tell you, we don't want much, ten taels a month from today, and if you can't hand it over, you don't have to open this store! I'll spare you today, and we'll go! ”

Amid the sound of horses' hooves, the officers and soldiers in front of the shop left.

The shopkeeper and the shopkeeper realized that he had picked up a life, and thanked the monk for his kindness.

"Thank you, master, thank you, you saved my life!" "Master is not good at me just now, but I don't know the true Buddha with my eyes!"

"The two of you don't have to be polite, the poor monk can't afford it!"

"I can't do this business, I'll sell the shop tomorrow, whoever likes to do it."

The monk stretched out his hand to support the two of them, and sighed in his heart, Buddha, where is it?

(End of chapter)