The soil and grass in the early morning are always much wetter than at other times, especially at the mountain path of Mt. Kongo, thick green rattans, like handrails, are wrapped around the spiral-shaped rock wall of the mountain road, the mountain road is a little steep, but it is enough to accommodate three people walking side by side, and the narrow and thin mountain path is also covered with sparse grass.

Looking down from a high place, the dense black dots on the mountain road, like swarms of ants, slowly move forward. It's just that people who are familiar with this place know that on the King Kong Mountain Road in the early morning, wave after wave of devout believers, that is the principle of nature, if one day, there is no "three-person column" on the mountain road three worship and nine knock people, that is a big strange thing in the past!

I saw that there were men and women, old and young, or rich and noble, or power overthrown, or shabby and disabled, everyone's eyes were gathered in the sky floating in the temple surrounded by the light of the Buddha, in addition to yearning and loyalty, there is nothing else, that is, is the first temple in the ages.

"Mt. Kongo - Senboji Temple"

At the end of the mountain road, there is a huge Buddha statue, which is the supreme Buddha in Xianfeng Temple, called "Universal." ”

The Buddha statue is more than 3,000 zhang high, and is made by the Great Zhou royal family with the financial resources of the whole country, melting and casting ten thousand taels of gold.

At the foot of the Buddha statue, there is a "incense sandalwood" specially set up for secular mortals, and there are three futons in front of the incense sandalwood for people to kneel and worship.

What is strange is that behind the Buddha statue, there is also a road, more precisely, it is a staircase that leads to the sky, and there is no end in sight, but under the staircase stands a quaint stone tablet, on which the big characters are clearly dangling:

"Step to the Sky - Mortals Stop"

The handwriting on this stone tablet is a little strange, not so much a knife carving and axe, but more like someone using a finger to dig it out.

At the Buddha statue, some believers looked at the steps behind them, and suddenly someone exclaimed, pointing to the stairs that went straight into the clouds, and exclaimed:

"Look! What is that?"

Hundreds of steps above, there is a figure, trying his best to move forward, although each step has been brewing for a long time, but it is also regarded as climbing the stairs, step by step.

The wind was fierce above the hundred steps, the snow was blowing, the air had been so thin that there was no one in ten, the monk's sweat flowed down every inch of skin on his body, and his trembling legs were obviously a little unsupportable, and there was nothing else in his ears except the whistling wind.

I saw a faint glow around him, his right hand played with this string of red sandalwood prayer beads, his eyes looked at the ladder with hundreds of steps, a little stubborn, although now he is in vain, his eyes are full of bloodshots, it seems that in the next moment, he will fall sharply from the thick soil under this blue sky, and his body will die, but the resentment in his heart has always supported him and supported this body that has long been exhausted.

Just as the crowd below was gathering, a somewhat arrogant voice shouted wildly from the back of the crowd to the top of the heavenly steps:

"This old thing doesn't look at how many catties and taels he has, this step of the heavenly step is also where you can come in the middle of the golden pill?"

The man was wearing a fiery red coat and a wild red mane at the neckline, which made the same wild face even more arrogant.

"Get out of the way!"

In front of him was a richly dressed house slave, arrogantly pushing at a woman in the crowd, who was holding a young child in her hands, and suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground by the force coming from behind.

"Wow, why are you beating my mother?

The young boy watched his mother being pushed to the ground, and with a whoop he cried, snuggled into the woman's arms, and wailed.

This cry instantly "pulled" the eyes of the surrounding believers, and they all pointed at the house slaves, which seemed to be a little uneven, but no one dared to step forward to be the first bird.

The slave seemed to have long been accustomed to this kind of Qianfu's fingering, and he didn't care at all, and kept shouting at the person in front of him: "Today, my young master is over sixteen years old, and he came to the heavenly steps to fulfill the etiquette of adulthood.

As soon as these words came out, there was silence everywhere, and the words that were coaxed and reprimanded were instantly suppressed by this sentence, which shows its weight.

"This son, my child is not sensible, and he collided with your family, and I ask the adults to forgive this child a lot"

The woman seemed to be soft-spoken, and she didn't have any resentment because she was hit before, but everyone who understood knew that she blamed the son in front of her for not taking care of his slave.

Really!

The house slave didn't understand the meaning at first, but just watched coldly, and only came back to his senses when there was a faint laugh from the crowd around him.

Angry, he didn't say a word, and was about to pull out the leather whip wrapped around his waist and whip it at the woman's face.

"Xiaowei, stop!"

The square-faced young man in a flaming red coat who walked behind scolded.

It's just that at this time, the house slave named Xiaowei has already been carried away by the ridicule of the people around her, where can she listen to her master's words?

Just when the leather whip was about to whip the woman's face with the sound of breaking the air, the severed arm flew in front of the house slave with blood, first stunned, then frightened, and finally a heart-rending scream resounded throughout the mountain path of Xianfeng Temple.

I saw that the square-faced young man made a one-handed slashing gesture, and the whereabouts were just under the severed arm of the house slave.

"Do you know what's wrong?"

The young man asked the frightened house slave in front of him with an indifferent expression.

"Xiaowei knows that she is wrong, she knows that she is wrong, she shouldn't rely on the prestige of the head of the family to make trouble outside, Xiaowei doesn't dare, beg her son to spare Xiaowei's cheap life!"

The house slave covered his broken arm and looked at the young man in front of him in horror, practicing kowtowing, and there was nothing else in his eyes except the fear of death...

"In the past few years, I thought you were a smart person, I couldn't imagine that it was so useless, do you know that what you are wrong is not to be arrogant outside, nor to bully women and children, but that I told you to stop, if you don't stop, then I have to stop for you. ”

"I'm acting outside, even if a dog in the family bites the county order to death, then I can only blame the county order for annoying the beasts in my family, do you understand?"

"Well, after you go back, you can go to the puppet pavilion and receive the criminal law. ”

After the slave heard the young man say these words to himself, especially when he heard the words "Kuiren Pavilion", it was like being struck by lightning, and even the last trace of blood disappeared on his pale face.

"Vicky brought me my bow. ”

The young man ignored the woman and the house slave standing on the spot, walked to the bottom of the heavenly stairs by himself, and whispered to the house slave standing behind him, although the voice was small, but the order was heavy.

When the slave heard this, he could no longer care about his bleeding severed arm, and with a few strides he dragged a bow that appeared to be made of wood in one hand and presented it to the boy.

The young man pulled out a strangely shaped arrow from his waist, his arms suddenly exerted force, he drew his bow and set up the arrow, his eyes were fixed on the figure above the hundred steps, the bow that seemed to be wooden was drawn into a half-moon shape, and the creaking sound from the bowstring made the people around him feel a little numb when they heard it.

"Weak chicken, you are also in the way of Lao Tzu, get down for Lao Tzu"

The sound is not endless, and the arrows are gone.

Like the dawn of dawn, it sharply cuts a small gap between the thick clouds.

The monk above, who had already looked exhausted, felt the sharp arrows like the knife of death behind him, and unexpectedly showed a long-lost excited expression, but that expression also looked so solemn.

It was a string of broken prayer beads, he pulled out a prayer bead vigorously, held it in his right hand, the green tendons burst out, the skin was red, his eyes were staring down, and at the same time as there was an exclamation below, a sharp sound of breaking the air penetrated towards the monk, it was an extremely terrible arrow, although the monk's fist was equally terrifying, but in the young man's opinion, the weak fist against his own arrow, undoubtedly a grasshopper shaking the tree.

"The poor want to seek justice!!"

That's a bang...

Like a tiger's punch out of the gate, it collided with the arrow as terrible as a meteor.