His head shone in the sun, not a single strand of hair, but it had nine small brown round dots, three or three in rows, I don't know if it was a natural birthmark, or a deliberate notch.

His dress was even more bizarre and strange, with a brown striped linen robe on a white background, and a large red robe made of graceful and luxurious silk material on the outside, draped diagonally over his body, and inlaid with precious gold threads.

It's as if the sheets in the bedroom of King Zhou Tianzi were wrapped around his body.

His left hand was raised in front of his heart, his index finger interlocked with his thumb, clinging to the remaining three fingers that were held together.

He wasn't too tired, he just kept posing like that, looking at him like that, it seemed to have a sense of ceremony.

The bald young man walked lightly, as if he was tiptoeing on a lotus, and looked at the strange eyes around him as if it were empty.

He slowly walked up to the butcher who had killed the pig, bowed slightly, closed his eyes, and said in a deep voice:

"Amitabha. ”

It's like a kind of etiquette.

It's like saying hello.

The onlookers were stunned by his strange move.

Even the butcher's face was full of anger, and he raised his throat, and he didn't have a good breath:

"You bald donkey, I don't know, I guess I recognize the wrong person! My surname is Zhang! I am called Slaughtering Pig Zhang! It's not what you said Amitabha~ I have a lot of energy, and I don't know as much as you like a bald donkey!"

If this were someone else, he would have already turned green when he heard this, but he was plain and smiled, as if everything was empty.

"The poor monk doesn't know the donor, it's the donor that you have misunderstood. The young man tilted his head slightly, saw the knife he was holding in his hand, took it off lightly with his right hand, and in the butcher's stunned daze, he carefully stuffed the knife into the butcher's sackcloth waist, and added indifferently without hurry:

"Donor, the blade is harmful, and the edge should be retracted. ”

The butcher tugged at the corners of his mouth, snorted angrily, as if he was carrying it, and pulled out the knife again in a rage, and made a few strokes in front of him, and said dryly:

"Hungry!?"

The young man sighed, shook his head as if this person was incorrigible, and turned around and walked to the vegetable shopping Ye Xiaolang who was watching the excitement and laughing.

When the little man saw him coming, he hurriedly suppressed his laughter, patted the basket and said:

"Is there any money? It's very cheap~"

The young man bowed down again and made a previous gesture and said, "Amitabha~."

"What is Amitabha?" Xiao Lang scratched his head and smiled, and then decisively continued:

"Buy?"

The young man leaned over and asked him:

"Little donor, the poor monk is penniless, and there is no hunger in his belly, may I ask the little donor, this vegetable leaf has already turned black, if you eat it, won't you have a stomach?"

"Who said it was for you to eat?" Xiao Lang glanced at him angrily, and pointed to the dying monkey head in the cold iron cage and said:

"It's to smash him, he's a monster, so you should hit him with this rotten leaf! Isn't it a waste to smash him freshly? What's more, what if he loses his strength and eats fresh vegetable leaves to replenish his stomach and rushes out? Do you resist this pot?"

"He's also a living being, why do you treat him like this?" the young man glanced at the monkey head, closed his eyes and muttered, "Amitabha, good, good." ”

"He's a demon! a man-eating demon!" The old woman next to her turned pale and cautiously pointed to the monkey's head, as if she didn't dare to look up.

The young man bowed to her again, said 'Amitabha', and then asked with a smile:

"This donor, dare to ask~ He really eats people?"

Hearing this, everyone was stunned, and the old woman asked with a firm face:

"What do youkai eat if they don't eat people?"

"Has the benefactor ever seen him like this?" the young man asked.

The old woman snorted coldly, shook her sleeves in disgust, and said:

"What everyone in the world knows, you little bald donkey don't know?"

The young man knew that this person was about to get angry, and he looked at his words and looks, and there were even more strange eyes around him, so he simply didn't ask more, shook his head helplessly, and said: "Amitabha."

Under the strange gaze of everyone, the young man slowly walked onto the round platform, and at this moment, Lei Zhenzi opened his sharp eyes.

"Stop!" Lei Zhenzi sighed in a deep voice:

"Who's coming?"

Hearing this, the young man decisively stopped, bowed as before, and said 'Amitabha', and then spoke:

"The poor monk is speechless, he came from the Western Bliss, and when he first came here, he didn't understand the customs, and he hoped that the donor would not blame him. ”

"Western Bliss?" Lei Zhenzi frowned, his eyes narrowed:

"You're a demon!?"

Shaking his head wordlessly, he said, "The poor monk is a human being. ”

Lei Zhenzi looked at the kind-eyed young man in front of him, his demeanor and rhetoric were very strange, but it was true that as he said, there was no demonic energy on his body.

Although there was a faint demonic aura on his clothes, this demonic aura did not belong to him, he was undoubtedly a human being.

The western land is where the Demon Domain is located, so Lei Zhenzi will suspect that he is a demon, but it turns out that this strange man named Speechless is a human being.

"Is there such a place?" Lei Zhenzi muttered, and then frowned:

"Which country does Bliss belong to my Great Zhou?

Speechless and incomprehensible, but after a moment he smiled slightly:

"Bliss is in the heart. ”

......

Lei Zhenzi tugged at the corners of his mouth, thinking that he was probably not a mentally disturbed person...... simply said no more, waved his hand at him, and reminded:

"The hour is coming, so quickly step back and play elsewhere. ”

Wuyan frowned slightly, and persuaded:

"Donor, all living beings should be equal, save people's lives......"

Before he could finish speaking, Lei Zhenzi had already thrown him a brocade bag angrily, which was heavy.

Wordlessly, he glanced at him curiously.

Lei Zhenzi pointed directly to the street:

"Take a hundred steps east along the road, turn left at the crossroads, and you can see the medicine hall at a thousand steps. ”

"Is the donor sick?" said a wordless frown.

Lei Zhenzi directly rolled his eyes, closed his eyes again, and ignored him if he didn't hear it.

After asking wordlessly for a long time, seeing that the other party did not speak, he tore open the brocade bag and saw that the glittering gold almost blinded him...... He hurriedly tightened the rope again, sent the brocade bag to Lei Zhenzi's lap, and then said: "Amitabha~"

Then he glanced at the cage, he originally just wanted to see the monkey head's injury, but who knew that the monkey head, who was still unconscious just now, was looking at him weakly with squinted eyes at this time.

Speechless and careful, he even saw the monkey's slightly open mouth, wordless guessing, he seemed to say: "You bald donkey is really funny...... When Chen'er sees you, you will definitely think of yourself...... See what I do...... Bald donkey......"

Turning sideways to him and saying "Amitabha", he shook his head wordlessly and finally walked off the round platform helplessly, under the fingers of the onlookers, he only looked at the avenue, and his face on both sides was empty.

As soon as they walked out of the crowd, suddenly the whole street became quiet, and everyone's eyes shifted from the body of the wordless outlier to the group of Red Flame Army who had just walked out of the corner and rushed towards this side.

Suddenly, there was silence, and I don't know who in the crowd of onlookers had their knives slid from their hands to the ground in surprise, making a metallic screech.

Wordlessly, looking at this group of people wearing flame-colored armor, nine people in the front row opened the way, followed by two prison carts, and in those two prison carts, two emaciated middle-aged men in white plain clothes were imprisoned.

It was clear that the two were prisoners, and the man in armor was going to escort them to the round.

The wordlessness that had no intention of staying here suddenly fell silent, and the stunned and incomprehensible anger seen in the eyes of the subjects.

This caused him to stop.

Suddenly, someone began to talk in a whisper, and the voice was both fearful and sad!

"What's going on!?What is the old general Nangong guilty of!?"

"Yesterday, the garrison raided Nangong Mansion, and today the old general was detained!?"

"The villain is the one who is doing it! It must be the villain!"

"It's impossible~ The old general of Nangong didn't even want a fief, and he lived a simple life...... Someone is framed! Someone is definitely framed!"

“......”

Wordless took a deep breath and let out a long sigh, he shook his head and said to himself:

"The compassion of all living beings is not a race, the Buddha is not wide, and it cannot be persuaded to put down the butcher's knife; The cycle of cause and effect, the poor monks suffer themselves, and may the common people return to peace. Amitabha~"

As he spoke, he closed his eyes slightly, his thin lips moved slightly, as if he was muttering a series of complex and incomprehensible languages, such as scriptures and the like.

In front of everyone's eyes, Nangong Shi and Nangong Dao were wearing prison clothes, with iron ropes on their feet and iron chains on their hands, and under the push of the Xiqi garrison, they knelt on the round platform on the street under the banner of the Great Zhou.

At the same time, Lei Zhenzi hid thunder and lightning under his palm, and when he opened the cold iron cage, his palm slapped directly on Yuan Miao's heavenly spirit, directly shaking him to death.

The monkey head is weak, but unusually tenacious.

After this blow, his face was even more pale and bloodless, and his whole body was like a corpse, which was directly thrown by Lei Zhenzi on the street beside Nangong Shi.

At the same time, the two big men held two big swords with cold and shiny swords, and they strode behind the two Nangong brothers respectively.

They closed their eyes and waited, not looking at the angry gazes of the onlookers in the audience.

The crowd was quiet, and suddenly a person was directly holding a pig slaughtering knife, and rushed to the front of the stage angrily, and the knife in his hand pointed at the two big men and said:

"What crime has General Nangong committed!

This remark was like a thunderbolt, and the crowd suddenly became agitated.

"Give me an explanation!"

"Let General Nangong go!"

"Sure the villain is doing it!"

“......”

For a while, the scene was even out of control, but fortunately, with Lei Zhenzi in charge, they didn't dare to come nonsense.

Suddenly, a whistle arrow shot up into the sky, like an eagle's roar, sharp and piercing.

In the next moment, a dense flame army arrived from the avenue, and in less than half an hour through the streets and alleys, the water surrounding this place was already exhausted, and another group of people directly blasted away the onlookers with force.

But no one left, and they all stood in the corner protesting.

Wordless is also among them.

The squares on the downtown streets instantly emptied.

In the next moment, the emptiness of this place was gone, because the Flame Army directly filled this place.

Such a large battle seemed to have sent out thousands of people.

Moreover, the Red Flame Army is serious, and the swords, guns, swords, and halberds in their hands are even more vigilant, sweeping in all directions.

It's like he's guarding against someone.

[Knowledge points from Baidu: The introduction and development of Buddhism was about the time of Emperor Ming of the Han Dynasty (about 67 AD), and the introduction of Buddhism into China was called Futu Religion. According to the literature, Buddha statues may have been introduced at the same time. However, in Xinjiang in western China and the Hexi Corridor region of Gansu (known as the Western Regions in ancient times), Buddhism and Buddhist art were introduced much earlier. Indian Buddhist art, through the absorption, integration and recreation of Chinese artists and folk craftsmen, has formed a Buddhist art with more Chinese characteristics, which is easier to spread and develop in Chinese society. 】

[Reminder: This story takes place sixteen years after the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty]

PS: Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction.