By the time the rhinoceros were finished, it was already dark. The natives lit a bonfire in the open space in the center of the stockade.

The rhinoceros was cut into large pieces and roasted over a blazing fire. At this time, the aroma is already overflowing, and the smell is mouth-watering.

The old people sat around, laughing at the women and children who were jumping around the campfire.

Xiang Xing and Xinjue also sat aside, with a large leaf in front of them.

"It's not bad, it's quite suitable for life!" Xiang Xing said with a smile.

After getting along for a long time, the feeling to the two is that everyone here loves each other, simple and simple. It's a pity that the language is not comprehensible, and it takes a long time to understand the general meaning.

The mind sits aside, silently reciting the Sutra of Rebirth, transcending the dead beasts. He is a monk, and he is both flesh and blood, and it is very good that he didn't get up and run away.

The singing and dancing stopped, and more than 80 people held big leaves in unison, lined up in order from old to young, and the meat was distributed one by one.

Xiang Xing was about to step forward and line up, when the delicate-looking woman brought two pieces of the best meat and put them in front of the two of them.

Xinjue closed his eyes, not daring to look at the barbecue. He recites Amitabha Buddha in his mouth.

At the end of the day, Xiang Xing didn't eat, smelled the smell of meat, and ate his share in three or two bites.

Then, he stared at Xinjue's part: "Little monk, don't you eat it, don't waste it!" grabbed the barbecue and sent it to his mouth.

While eating, Xiang Xing didn't notice that the natives ate without making a sound.

The meat tastes okay, anyway, it's a little better than Murong Qi's. She is the first in the world, and her cooking skills are the first to the last.

After the staple food, the girls took out some fruits, ripe and unripe, and put them in front of everyone.

Hum smiled and pulled a girl who looked like she was in her early teens, and pushed it directly to Xiang Xing.

Another man also pushed a girl to Xinjue.

"Amitabha, sin and sin. Xin Jue folded her hands, no matter how the woman arched into her arms, she was very safe.

As Xiang Xing, who came over, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. put his hand on the girl, and only after a gesture did he understand.

It turned out that those natives regarded the two of them as guests, and after eating and drinking, they treated their own women as objects for the guests to "use"!

The girl next to her has delicate facial features, and her figure is also good, exquisite. Wearing a long straw dress has a different flavor.

It's just that her complexion is darker, not to mention Murong Qi, even Fu Qingyun is countless better than her.

Xiang Xing said to Xinjue: "Little monk, don't be embarrassed, it's rare for the master to be generous." We can't look down on people, right?"

"Amitabha, don't be joking. The monks are pure and quiet, and the Buddhist precepts dare not be violated. ”

Xiang Xing said: "Make a show first, and when you go back to the house, just put them to sleep." He wanted to spend a few more days in the stockade. It's not good to make it difficult for the owner's house. Besides, woo woo and compare and draw, and when the explanation is clear, the sky will be bright.

Buddhism is still good, and the little monk does not want to embarrass everyone. Only the whole body tensed and let the woman pull.

With a few buzzing "yaya" calls, the day's activities of the natives are over. People are going back to their homes.

Xiang Xing and Xinjue were led by the two women and entered the wooden house together.

There was nothing in the house, except for animal skins on the floor. The two women sat down on the ground with Xinjue and Xiang Xing, and generously removed the grass clothes on their bodies.

"Amitabha!" a Buddha horn went straight through the woman's brain. Those two women are just ordinary people, and they have not cultivated for Taoism, so how can they suffer the Buddha voice of the great monk of Xinjue. In just one moment, they all fell to the ground and fell asleep.

Xiang Xing hurriedly covered the two girls with the animal skins on the ground: "Don't catch a cold, the night in the mountains and forests is still very cold." ”

The night in the stockade was quiet. Meditating on the animal skin blanket and looking at the two girls in front of him, for no reason, Xiang Xing remembered Fu Qingyun.

First of all, she is undoubtedly a rare beauty. The eldest princess of the Puguo country is already at the top of her power. Senior Sister Taixumen, there is no need to say much about her cultivation. is such a woman, Xiang Xing really can't understand why she is obsessed with him?

In other words, Fu Qingyun only regarded him as a kind of sustenance and nostalgia? If he was sincere, why couldn't he even have the most basic trust? If he was not sincere? This ...... Why did the girl's beauty guide let him see them all?

The figure of Murong Qi appeared in his mind again, and Xiang Xing said secretly: "Maybe, only she is the only one who treats me sincerely! Hehe, it's better to be Qiqi, it's enough to get it in this life!"

In Xiang Xing's view, Fu Qingyun was a passerby and a chance encounter for him. And he will also be a memory of Fu Qingyun. is also like the "little baby", which will eventually be buried deep in her heart and will not be mentioned at will.

Early in the morning of the second day, Xiang Xinghe and Xinjue were awakened by the noise outside.

The two didn't call the two girls, and quietly went out.

In the center of the stockade, the buzzing corpses fell there, and the old people and children were trembling and squatting on the ground. A young man with a hunting weapon is facing off against a group of people.

The crowd, dressed in uniforms, looked at the natives with disdain.

The mind came to Hum and chanted for him. Xiang Xing pointed at the group of people and asked, "Why did you kill people?"

One of them said, "People? they're people? What are you kidding? A bunch of beasts who don't even have a language." ”

Xiang Xing drew his thin sword and pointed at the Taoist who spoke: "You killed it?"

"So what?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stabbed with a rapier. A young and handsome companion next to the Daoist pulled the Daoist behind him, and the thin sword grazed his neck.

The people of Yu Tu didn't want to stay for a long time, but Xiang Xing had a good impression of them. They are a group of innocent and flawless people without any scheming.

Xiang Xing's sword used all his strength, trying to kill that person. However, the person next to him seemed to be much higher in cultivation than him, and he successfully saved the Taoist.

"What is this fellow Daoist called, why did he act for no reason?"

Xiang Xing pointed his sword at him and said, "Get out of the way!"

On the other side, another person popped up: "Boy, my senior brother asked you something!"

"Huh. There are a lot of people, don't you? Think I don't know what kind of faction you belong to? Mingyang, the most outstanding son of the younger generation of Taixumen. Is there a shame on you?"

When he was in his hometown, Xiang Xing had seen Mingyang, although he had only glanced at it in a hurry, but his handsome appearance made Xiang Xing remember.

"You know me? That's easy. Take your native friends and leave this place. ”

On that day, Mingyang's attention was on the evil people, how could he pay attention to Xiang Xing who suddenly appeared. After that, Xiang Xing disappeared again, and Murong Qi's appearance was so radiant that he couldn't remember it.

Xiang Xing lazily talked to him, picked up his sword, and attracted him to the point. Because someone was killed for no reason, Murong Qi could shoot the entire upper realm army to death. Xiang Xing was deeply taught by his mentor, and he hated such things.

Mingyang is worthy of being the most outstanding disciple of Taixumen, and he is obviously standing there, but no matter how Xiang Xing attacks, he can't touch a single hair of him.

"Haha...... A kid in the middle of the Yuan Infant is not small, even if he knows Senior Brother Mingyang, he dares to face each other with a sword. ”

The Taixu disciple burst into laughter. Senior Brother Mingyang has a supreme position in their hearts, is their idol, is their future head of the Taixu Sect, and is the future husband of the eldest princess of the Jin Kingdom.

After a Sutra of Passing Away, the mind took a few steps forward: "Amitabha, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground!"

Mingyang said: "Monk, hehe, a good person has to go through nine hundred and eighty-one difficulties to become a Buddha, why do bad people put down their swords and become Buddhas? Your Buddha seems to be afraid of bad people!"

Xiang Xing stopped attacking, Mingyang's cultivation was too much higher than him, and it was pointless to fight any longer.

"The donor killed someone. If you can put down the sword, you will naturally know that you should correct your mistakes. When I take the sword again in the future, I will already have the Buddha's intention in my heart. If there is a Buddha in my heart, I will become a Buddha. A good person goes through a difficulty, you can say that you are deeply blessed, or you have a good cultivation, or your relatives and friends are helpful, or God is gracious, etc., the Buddha's thoughts are not born in their hearts, so they naturally have to go through a few more difficulties, and the Buddha's thoughts can only become Buddhas after they are strong. ”

Xinjue pointed to the corpse on the ground and said, "He is just an ordinary person, what did the donor do to kill him?"

Xiang Xing is very angry, a good person, he was still eating meat together last night, and now he is dead?

"Little monk, I will bear the burden of beating him. ”

The two girls in the wooden house came to their senses, and when they came out of the door, they saw that they were dead, and after screaming "yaa

Xiang Xing wanted to stop the two of them, but the people of Taixumen shot too fast, and the two women were killed on the spot.

"I ...... ...... "Xiang Xing is really on fire, and that "one" appears again, directly smashing the disciples of the Taixu Sect.

Xinjue didn't expect these people to do this: "Ah, the Buddha of your uncle." You still want to kill people in front of your Buddha grandfather?"