In a temple thousands of miles away from the Yuan Dynasty, there was a tall monk who was squatting in the corner of a wall covered with cobwebs, waving the scimitar in his hand vigorously, and slashing at the logs standing on the ground, while scolding in a low voice in anger, "Kill you old bald donkeys!" Although he scolded and scolded, his hands did not stop, and after a while, he split the two bundles of branches on the ground into firewood of similar size. He raised his left hand and wiped the fine sweat on his forehead, but he shouted after listening to it, "Rujing, it's not early, quickly go to the back mountain to pick up two loads of clear water and come back, wipe the hall, tomorrow the abbot will lead us to do Dharma for Chen Yuanwai." ”

The monk who was called Rujing hurriedly let go and turned around, looking at a monk with an arrogant expression standing at the door of the main hall five meters away with a smile on his face, and said with his palms together, "I respect the order of the first seat." After speaking, he bowed down, quickly held the firewood on the ground in his arms, and sent it to the firewood room next to him. When the third time came, Rujing gathered all the firewood scattered on the ground to his chest, and the monk who was called the first seat put his hands behind his back and said in an unkind tone, "The water must be full, and it is forbidden to steal and play tricks." Rujing said in a loud voice, "Yes, Rujing knows, please rest assured." After speaking, under the gaze of the first seat in this temple, he trotted all the way and put the last firewood in the firewood room.

This is as pure as this, it is Zhu Chongba, who was scattered with Wuxu that day, and this temple is the Huangjue Temple near his hometown. On the same day, Wuxu was beckoned by Mo En and grabbed him, as if the net was with a three-inch tongue, he said that he moved several descendants, and followed him to "travel all over the world and explore the rivers and lakes". In the meantime, there were small groups of thieves who robbed the road halfway, and some encountered large families Ding Yan checked, Rujing relied on his wit and calmness, a little mana, and the young people of Xiaojiang Village with blood and strength dealt with the past one by one. It's a pity that in the conflict with the Yuan army that captured Zhuangding, a lot of people died, leaving only Jiang Zhihai and Jiang Zhichun. Walking to the vicinity of Haozhou, the three of them were taken by the White Lotus Sect and became peripheral disciples of the White Lotus Sect. After a few days, I found that the White Lotus Sect usually looks like eating fasting and reciting Buddha, persuading people to be kind, and ascending to the Buddha country, but in fact they are kidnapping rich businessmen and assassinating officials, which is nothing. Several times, Rujing relied on some superficial methods that he had learned in the Hualien Miaofa Sect, and with the cooperation of Jiang Ruhai and Jiang Ruchun, he escaped death. The last time, the three of them went out to buy clothes, someone ventilated the news, was surrounded by dozens of officers and soldiers in a small forest, wounded countless people, and finally Rujing in the Jiang into the sea and Jiang into the spring with the help of the two people reciting the "Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra", cast a white and green lotus, unexpectedly bombarded the remaining nine people. Rujing felt that his Taoism was very weak, and it was really dangerous in this battle between the White Lotus Sect and the Yuan Dynasty, so he proposed that the three of them leave and hide in Huangjue Temple to settle down. Who knew that Jiang Ruhai and Jiang Ruchun first had fellow villagers who died at the hands of the Yuan people, and then they were attracted by the teachings of the White Lotus Sect, and they were unwilling to leave. Rujing had no choice but to cheat to death and hide back in Huangjue Temple, which had been absent for many years.

How do you know that the Huangjue Temple has long been a person, not only the master who shaved for himself before has passed away, but even the monks who went out with him that day have not returned, so there is no one who can take care of one or two people in the temple. Today's abbot and Shouza and others, seeing that they are purified with a monk who proves that they were born in Huangjue Temple, are inconvenient to refuse, and after staying, they will be called as a coolie. Rujing, who can be worthy of the second layer of mortal dust, can't fight the abbot and the first seat and others who have reached the middle stage of mortal dust, so they have to bow their heads under the eaves, swallow their anger every day, and be scolded and driven.

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Rujing avoided the first seat that picked thorns all day long, scolded himself thousands of times a day, came out of the side door of the firewood room, carried the wooden barrel, came to the back mountain leisurely, came to a mountain spring, swallowed a few mouthfuls of spring water in his hand, and wiped his face, before sitting on a rock, while resting, while feeling the coolness brought by the mountain spring, Wuxu couldn't help but be distracted, thinking of the scene when he was expelled from the Lushan Miaofa Peak and fell on the side of the Sandi Spring, a confused, "It is the land of the Han people's Buddhism, why is there such a big difference?" In the Hualien Miaofa Sect, from top to bottom, a group of harmony, everyone does not distinguish between each other, cultivating Buddha and chanting sutras, how can there be these dirty things in Huangjue Temple? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but put his palms together and said in a low voice, "Senior Brother Wuxu, don't blame Senior Brother for not saving you." Senior brother, I can't catch up with the lama, what if I catch up?" Suddenly, I heard a commotion in the direction of the temple at the foot of the mountain, and I couldn't help but wake up, "Oh no, I've been resting here for too long, maybe that Lord Shou is waiting for him at the door viciously!" Hurriedly filled two buckets of water, carried it on his shoulders, and strode towards the foot of the mountain, while shaking his head and muttering to himself, "Zhu Chongba, Zhu Chongba, you are living like a donkey in Huangjue Temple like this, it is really better to live than to die, it is better to be with the two little brothers Jiang Ruchun in the sea and Jiang Ruchun, eat meat and drink wine in the White Lotus Sect, and if you die, you will have a big scar." ”

After speaking, just walked a few steps, and heard the roar of the Mongolian soldiers from the direction of the foot of the mountain, followed by the sound of dense flying arrows swishing, Rujing hurriedly threw off the water burden, climbed a big tree, fixed his eyes, Huangjue Temple has been surrounded by hundreds of Mongolian officers and soldiers, first bent the bow in unison, and fired the ignited rocket into the temple, and then a pair of sergeants lined up in two columns, under the leadership of the two lamas, rushed into the gate that had already been broken, killed every person, and cut down those monks who only knew how to hit the bell and chant the scriptures all day long. The usually arrogant abbot and the first seat, chanting the Buddha's name, fought with the two lamas for a while, and then knew that they were not opponents, and fought and retreated, but they were surrounded by the sergeants who had just killed the ordinary monks, holding bloody broadswords.

Rujing saw clearly, the first lord who usually stared at himself with his nose used his mana to strike a blow from the most proud Arhat palm, turned into the size of a grinding disc with one hand, flashed with golden light, and went towards a sergeant, as if he wanted to open a gap and get out of the encirclement. Unexpectedly, the sergeant did not back down, and together with a few people on the left and right, he shouted loudly, faced the golden giant palm, and slashed it with a knife, and the blood stains on the knife rose a sinister aura, and he heard the scream of the first adult, and the palm of the hand was cut into pieces and turned into a blood mist. When the abbot saw this, he hurriedly shot out a white light from his cuff, stepped on it, flew into the air, and was about to flee. But he heard a whooshing sound, and the arrows almost turned him into a hedgehog, and the lama who was fighting with him flew to him, flicked the red monk's robe, and then cut off his head and put it in his sleeve. At this time, the body of the first one had already been cut into pulp, and a lively head hung from the waist of the other lama, but the lama pointed at it with two fingers, and it stopped moving. Obviously, the abbot and the first seat who usually look like a master were not only slaughtered by someone, but even the spiritual sense was sealed into it for other purposes.

Rujing shuddered, held his breath and was silent, not daring to use a trace of mana. The lama who flew into the air and cut off the head of his abbot looked around the temple before he slowly landed. He ordered the sergeants to rummage through the cabinets before leaving.

Rujing on the old tree, looking at the bloody Huangjue Temple, watching the fire getting bigger and bigger, and finally slowly burned from all sides to the middle of the Daxiong Treasure Hall. After an hour or two had passed, and the temple building had been burned to the ground by the raging fire, the flames rushed up to the back of the mountain and burned for a mile or two, until they encountered the vegetable patch that the temple usually planted, and then gradually stopped the fire and gradually extinguished.

Wuxu squatted on the tree and slowly slid down, only to feel that his body was hot, his throat was dry and dry, and he lifted the bucket beside him and washed the water down from the top of his head. Then, he was stunned and muttered to himself, "What if the Tao is higher than me, if you encounter a higher one, you will not be killed by a knife." Now this group of thieves and dogs have burned this Huangjue Temple to ashes, and there is no place for me in the world. Left and right are just death, that's it, and I still follow the two little brothers of Jiang into Hai and Jiang into Spring, and follow the White Lotus Sect to do a fight. With that, he kicked the bucket open and strode down the hill.

Along the way, I found a big family, took advantage of the night to touch in, took two sets of cloth clothes, five taels of broken silver, and went straight to Nahaozhou City.

That's right

Huangjue Temple is busy splitting wood, and the clear spring behind the mountain secretly complains.

There is nowhere to hide in the fire treasure hall, and go to Haozhou to do a job.