Sheep Killing Alley, on the west side of Dengfeng City. As soon as Chen Jing and the others approached, they smelled a smell of blood.

In the northern Di Kingdom, there was a method of killing sheep, which spread to the Central Plains.

After about that, in order to keep the sheepskin intact, the sheep killer knocked the sheep down, made its belly face to the sky, cut the belly of the sheep with a sharp knife, and then reached into it and cut off its arteries. In a short time, the sheep will die quietly.

As soon as the sheep died, the sheep killer began to peel the skin from the place where the sheep was picked, and after a while, a "crackling" sound was heard, and the whole whole sheepskin was peeled off.

"Far away is buying sheep?" At this time, the voice of a sheep killer woke Chen Jing up from his thoughts.

"Are there lambs?" Xing Xiaojiu walked up, touched the skinned sheep, and didn't forget to turn around and smile at Chen Jing, "Boss, I'm good at this." ”

"You pick it out."

It's a pity that this family of sheep killers had already sold out of lambs earlier. In Dengfeng City, there are many rich and noble men who love to eat this kind of soft and glutinous meat.

Several people continued to walk towards the alley, and the bloody smell along the way made Song Yu slightly uncomfortable.

"Owner, why is there a small temple?"

Hearing this, Chen Jing was also stunned, followed the sound and looked, sure enough, in an alley where sheep were slaughtered and slaughtered, there was a small temple standing very abruptly.

On the side of the temple gate, a young monk, dressed in a robe, knocked on the wooden fish and chanted sutras.

Hearing the footsteps, the monk stopped his movements, raised his head, raised a solemn face, made a good knot at Chen Jing and the others, and continued to hang his head and chant the scriptures.

"This Dengfeng City is big, what kind of people have it, and there is actually a small temple in Sheep Killing Alley?" Xing Xiaojiu laughed.

Chen Jing didn't laugh. After hesitating, he took out some broken silver, but he couldn't find the merit box. In the end, he could only put the broken silver in front of the young monk.

This time, the young monk completely stopped his movements and set the wooden fish aside.

"The donor has already given birth to Faxi, please take back these silvers. If you have the heart to worship the Buddha, you can give some vegetarian food. ”

Chen Jing was a little silent. He remembered that in the previous life, many of those great monks used QR codes to collect incense money.

Chen Jing picked up the silver and put his hands together in front of the young monk.

"I don't know the master, why do you want to chant here?"

"I traveled here and found that this alley was too heavy for killing karma, and I couldn't persuade it, so I could only find a dilapidated house to make a temple, and try to dissolve the bloody killing karma here."

"Monk, sheep are not human?" Xing Xiaojiu still smiled.

"Everything has a spirit. The cycle of cause and effect has its own theory of death. ”

The young monk stood up, pointed at Chen Jing and the others, and gave another kind finger. He was barefoot, picked up a clay bowl, and walked out along the sheep killing alley.

"Why did he leave again?"

"Eliminate the fate."

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Walking out of the sheep killing alley, Xing Xiaojiu didn't buy the lamb he was thinking about after all. It is said that such ingredients are basically bought by the old men of the city first.

After all, in the six southern states, livestock such as sheep and horses are not as rich as those in the north.

When he checked into the inn, Chen Jing saw the young monk again, holding a clay bowl, standing calmly in front of a restaurant. The little guy who walked away scolded and walked up and pushed him down. The young monk stood up calmly, and when he received the message that he would not give alms, he moved on to the next house.

Passing by the alley, a beggar divided half of his steamed buns, and he folded his hands together and told the other party that he had given birth to Faxi. A rich man jumped down from the carriage and put a small box of preserved fruits, and he also folded his hands and told the other party that this move gave birth to Faxi.

When the bowl was half full, he found a place to sit down, broke the food in the bowl with his hands, mixed it together, and ate it without sorrow or joy.

I didn't eat it all, but left a bite and put it on the ground, just waiting for the ants and grass insects to crawl and take the food away.

"Owner, this is really a strange monk."

"He's a monk."

"But when I looked at his hands before, they were all calluses holding knives, and he seemed to be a practitioner." Xing Xiaojiu took a bite of the meat and opened his mouth with a mutter.

Chen Jing walked out of the inn and walked to the edge of the long street.

In the setting sun at dusk, he folded his hands and performed a Buddhist prostration to the young monks.

The young monk looked up and looked at Chen Jing, his tone with a faint joy.

"The donor gave birth to another round of Faxi."

"Master, the place where I want to live was a cemetery before, can you ask the master to help chant the scriptures."

The young monk nodded, "The donor planted a blessed field, and he deserves to be repaid." ”

……

Early in the morning, starting from Dengfeng City, a large group of Zhuang people began to follow the direction of the title deed and rushed all the way over. That place, according to the name of Dengfeng City, is called Fuhu Forest. It is said that there were not only thieves but also yellow-fronted insects, but they have been hunted and killed by the official family.

Yuansheng is the name of the young monk. At this time, he was sitting in the carriage with his eyes closed, probably meditating, motionless, deaf to the sounds of the outside world.

Even Chen Jing himself couldn't say why he invited Yuansheng over. Perhaps, the behavior of the twilight of the birthday made him move the heart of the Buddha.

Under the gallop of urging the horses, it was only ten miles away, and it only took more than two hours to arrive at Fuhulin.

A few wooden huts left behind by unknown people are so dilapidated that at first glance it is clear that they have been uninhabited for many years. There were about a passing hunter who dried two or three rabbit skins with a rope, and forgot to collect them, and the rabbit skin had crumpled into a ball of black hemp.

To the south of the Fuhu Forest, there is also a flowing stream. The river is not wide, just enough to be used as a source of water for life.

As for the burial ground, it is on the edge of the Fuhu Forest, which has been washed away by rain for many years, and there are already many broken bones, which have been washed out and exposed.

Xing Qiu's babies were already crying with fright.

Yuansheng borrowed a clean white cloth, did not dislike it, followed the burial place, and began to pick up bones. Every time he found a piece, he would chant a sutra again.

After picking up a lot, Yuansheng borrowed another piece of white cloth, regardless of the scorching sun and noise, and continued to pick up bones and chant sutras.

"How did he ...... These were all thieves. Xing Xiaojiu looked confused.

"I'm dead."

After instructing the Zhuang people, Chen Jing walked over, and together with Yuansheng, he followed the burial ground and picked up bones all the way. Every time Yuansheng stopped chanting, Chen Jing stepped aside and folded his hands.

It wasn't until the sky fell, the bones in the graveyard, and all kinds of messes were cleaned up.

After chanting excessively, Yuan Sheng stood up, and this time, he finally looked at Chen Jing seriously.

"The donor has a treasure elephant on his face, and another round of Faxi was born."

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