Everyone heard a cry mixed with fear and suppression, and Shuli's heart sank suddenly, and he blurted out: "Cellar!"

Everyone immediately reacted that there were still more than a dozen monks and victims in the cellar! Most importantly, the two little dolls were also inside!

They had also gone crazy before, and they were tied up and entered the cellar, but under the magical power of the wind blowing the conch to enhance good thoughts, now the couple should have returned to normal, just like the victims outside.

The movement of the battle outside also stopped, and it stands to reason that they should have come out after hearing it, but they have not been seen yet, so something must have happened.

Everyone hurried outside the room to find the location of the cellar.

Master Ran also rushed out with everyone, and Yu Chuni wanted to dissuade him, but Master Ran waved his hand firmly and said, "Those two little dolls can't be fine!"

So everyone walked out of the hall, and even Ben Yuan wiped the blood from his mouth, coughed twice, and started to follow them, regardless of the injury.

The disciples of Faxiangyuan found a few collapsed wooden sticks, wrapped them in rags, dipped them in soybean oil from the dining hall and lit them, and made them into torches for Xiugu Benqian and Benyuan.

The fire monkey held a flaming fang, and Shuli held a green snake sword that glowed with turquoise, and everyone began to look around.

Following the intermittent cries, the crowd gradually gathered together, found the front of a miscellaneous room in the backyard, and met at the door.

Shuli and the fire monkey rushed in first, and when they saw a cellar covered with wooden planks inside, they immediately lifted the planks to reveal the situation inside.

But at this moment, Shuli and the Fire Monkey stepped back suddenly, and then their eyes widened, as if they had seen some extremely terrifying scene, and they showed expressions of incredulity and extreme shock.

Everyone looked down, the cellar was very deep, and the wooden ladder that was originally used to climb was scattered around in pieces, and next to the wooden ladder, there were more than a dozen corpses!

I saw more than a dozen corpses covered in blood, and there were various wounds on their bodies, scratches, scratches, bites, and marks of beatings and scratches. The corpse was already a blur of flesh and blood, and the depths of the cellar were already covered with black and red blood, and there was still a pool of blood left at the bottom of the cellar, which was illuminated by torches and trembled with dazzling light.

The husband and wife were lying at the back of the cellar, apparently dead, their bodies covered with the wounds of the clubs.

Their deaths were tragic, the husband's chest and the wife's stomach were pierced into the stubble on the broken wooden ladder, dripping with blood, and next to them were scattered bitten ropes, and behind them, two young dolls, a man and a woman!

Seeing the fire flickering overhead, the two little dolls raised their young faces and stared at the fire monkey and Shuli with wide frightened and panicked eyes.

Their pupils shrank, their tearful eyes flickered with flames, their white and tender little faces were smeared with blood, and the corners of their eyes were rubbed out of blood, and crystal tears continued to flow out, washing the blood stains on their faces.

When they saw the person clearly, the female doll cried loudly, the voice was as dull and abrupt as a torn cloth, the male doll sobbed, facing the wind, as if asking for a hug, stretched out two small hands full of scars, full of tears, his immature voice was already hoarse, opened his small mouth and shouted: "Uncle-"

Yifeng could no longer control the surging tears, and let them flow, and everyone was already in tears.

Everyone immediately understood that when a dozen monks took the couple and children down, I don't know when, the couple bit off the rope and launched a wild chase after the monks to tear and bite.

The monks saw the couple's two pairs of dark green eyes in the dark cellar, and rushed towards them frantically, and the monks were so frightened that they rushed up the wooden ladder, and in their panic, the wooden ladder was crushed, and the couple rushed up and continued to bite them.

The monks then picked up the broken wooden ladder and fought with the frenzied couple, who did not know the pain at all, and frantically tore and bit them, and in the dark cellar, the monks themselves were in a mess, and in the confusion they wounded their own people, and in the mad scuffle with the couple, blood flowed and they all died······

At that time, the two little dolls were always blocked behind the couple, and despite being squeezed and bruised, they still survived with difficulty.

With the sound of the conch Sanskrit sound of the wind outside, although the two children regained their senses, they could only cry helplessly, and by the time Yifeng and the others found them, they had already cried hoarsely, leaving only silent sobbing and choking······

In this dark cellar, there is a shrunken hell, but the tragic death of husband and wife, the death of children and the death of their parents, the screaming and wailing of monks, all kinds of miserable phenomena are thousands of times more cruel and tragic than hell!

Regardless of his serious injuries, Yifeng jumped into the deep cellar, with sticky blood under his feet, he covered the eyes of the little boy, jumped up, and then rushed out of the miscellaneous room.

Shuli also immediately jumped down, covered the girl's eyes, flew up and rushed out of the miscellaneous room.

Master Ran's old cheeks were full of decadence at this moment, and muddy tears flowed down, he trembled his body, and choked up at the fire monkey and the disciples of the Faxiang Academy: "You, you, dispose of the corpse and bury it properly." ”

The fire monkey and the disciple wiped the tears from their faces and nodded.

The moment he turned around, Master Ran's body bent down at once, as if crushed by an invisible mountain, and he walked out tremblingly and with difficulty.

Ben Qian and Xiu Gu cried with red eyes, but the tears could not be stopped, like a raging flood that flooded their souls, they had lost their minds, and only the instinct of sadness remained.

At this moment, only tears remained in their bodies, pouring out of their eyes like a tidal wave, trying to wash away the heart-wrenching pain in their hearts, but their hearts became tighter and tighter, twisted into a ball, dripping blood, and the pain became more and more intense.

Ben Yuan slowly turned around and walked out, still silent and not shedding tears.

Back in the temple's hall, everyone didn't speak, Ben Qian and Xiugu took the two dolls from Yifeng and Shuli, held them in their arms, and wiped their faces with the water of the temple.

The two children had experienced such a terrible thing, their little bodies had long been exhausted, and they were tired of crying, and they fell asleep in the arms of Xiugu and Ben Qian.

Their little hands gripped their arms tightly, Xiu Gu and Ben Qian never knew that a doll's hand strength would be so great, although a piercing pain came from their arms, but they gritted their teeth and held back, and tears flowed down their eyes.

After some time, the disciple of the Faxiang Academy came back and said that he had found the warehouse, and Shuli and the fire monkey immediately followed him.

The warehouse was in a warehouse in the corner of the backyard, and it was very spacious, and it was full of corn and rice that could only be collected by monks, bags of sackcloth, and some were scattered, and a few rats ran by in a panic and burrowed into the corner of the warehouse.

The three of them glanced at each other, silently picked up bags of food, and walked out.

Outside the temple, Shuli and the three of them carried out the food and put it at the gate of the courtyard, and Shuli shouted to all the victims: "This is the grain from the warehouse in the temple, everyone come and get it, help everyone get through the difficulties, and get as much as you can." There are still in the temple, and I hope that those who still have the strength will move with us as soon as possible. ”

Under the dim moonlight, there was no movement, no answer, and no response.

All the victims were covered with blood, tens of thousands of victims, three or four thousand dead and wounded, each of them was more or less burdened with human life, everyone's heart was numb, their hearts were palpitating, sitting or lying in a daze, looking sluggish, as if they had not woken up from the nightmare just now.

There was a dead silence, and although they were all alive, their hearts were dead.

Shuli shook his head helplessly, turned around and walked into the temple, and the fire monkey and the disciple followed in silence.

After a while, the three of them came out with a bag of grain each, and this time they came out together, as well as Ben Qian, who was holding fresh vegetables from the dining hall.

Shuli shouted loudly to the victims: "There is still a lot of food in the temple, you can come and get it yourself." The real Buddhism is to take compassion as the heart, and now the world is chaotic, there are good people and bad people, and the same is true for good monks and bad monks, I hope you will not have misunderstandings about Buddhism. ”

There was no movement, no answers, no responses.

The four of them walked into the temple in silence.

After a while, the four of them came out with food at the same time, Shuli did not give up, and still shouted loudly: "You are killed by demons, Buddhism is to subdue demons and eliminate demons, and I will definitely help you recover this debt!"

"The sins on your body, we will hold a great feast, and we must wash them away. The Buddha will not blame you, no god or Buddha can blame you, your pain is our pain, the sky will eventually open its eyes, and the pain will heal, just like this deep darkness, it will definitely usher in the dawn!

"The Buddha will definitely bless you, and you will be able to live well!"

There was no answer.

But one of the victims closest to the entrance of the temple moved, he was a middle-aged man, he dragged half of his body that could not move, limped over, picked up a broken bowl on the road, and came to Shuli and them.

Shuli smiled at him, but the man didn't.

He was silent, holding the broken bowl with the hand he could move, and his arm trembled, laboriously cutting open the grain sack.

Shuli wanted to help him, but he glared at him and refused.

The golden millet was exposed, emitting a seductive halo in the dim moonlight.

He stretched out his hand, his arm covered with scars and blood, his palms trembling, and carefully, caressing the grain, a farmer, weeping silently······