Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info There was an accident in Wulong Mountain, and the bodies of many refugees or bandits went south along the east side of the river, and then were washed to the Wangping bank in the north of Shakujian Mountain.

Wangping'an is overcrowded, or it is a mountain of corpses, and the living are sparse, but there are only a dozen or so people.

These are all nearby villagers, they have worked all their lives and can't save a few taels of silver, so they can survive all injuries and illnesses, and they can delay and delay.

Fortunately, there is a monk named Cixiang in Foguang Temple, who has a magical medical skill and does not know how many poor people have been cured.

Benevolence and benevolence are rare in the world!

I heard that there is a statue of Buddha in the corridor of the courtyard where he specializes in medical treatment, and there is a money cabinet and a futon in front of the Buddha statue.

When it comes to Cixiang, the local people are all thumbs up, some people from poor families who have received great favors but can't take out half of the incense money, when they talk about Cixiang monks, their faces are full of gratitude, and at the same time, their words contain a lot of guilt.

"Alas, senior brother, this is it, you see, there must be something big going on on with so many corpses!"

A little monk with a round head and a round head and a clever face pushed aside the crowd, led seven or eight older monks, and pointed to the many corpses on the shore and said.

"Amitabha!"

It was the first time for the monks to see such a "spectacular" scene, and they were stunned one by one, and finally couldn't help but recite a Buddha horn to show compassion.

"Senior brother, what do you say?" The round-headed little monk asked anxiously, and tears burst into his eyes in both eyes.

"What else can I do, junior brothers, let's do it!" A seventeen or eighteen-year-old young monk frowned, sighed, and said in a loud voice: "Xuan Xuan, you go to the town and inform Yao Zhutou to come here."

Among them, there was a monk who was about the same age as the senior brother, and he didn't say much when he heard it, so he immediately crossed his chest with his hands and carried the true qi in his body, and his body suddenly became more than half lighter, and his toes touched the ground, and the whole person seemed to fly up with the wind, and ran away without looking back.

"Yes, big brother." All the monks behind him responded together, then picked up the tools they had brought with them, and began to dig in the nearby earth, full of energy, ready to be buried the bodies of these unfortunate people.

Some of the villagers who were watching pointed and saw the monks going all out, and some of them volunteered to stay, grabbed the tools in the hands of some monks, and carefully taught them how to dig the soil to be the most effective and labor-saving.

Most of the villagers who came here came to see Cixiang, and they just gave a little help and then took their leave and went up the mountain.

Ci Xiang does not sit at home every day and wait for people to see a doctor, in that case, the medicinal materials he has accumulated will not last for a month, and he will be completely used up.

There is a small town in the southeast of Qijian Mountain, the two are more than ten miles apart, and Xuxuan only needs a stick of incense back and forth, but if it is with the wide and fat Yao Da catcher, it is difficult to say at this time.

The round-headed little monk was too young to have much strength, so he didn't run to the senior brothers to make a fuss, jumping around in the pile of corpses alone, his two bright eyes rolling around, bending over from time to time to pick up something.

"Xuyuan, these are dead people's things, they are not clean, we are monks, why are you picking up these things outside your body?" When an older senior brother saw this, he couldn't help frowning and asked.

The little monk raised his round head, his innocent eyes blinked, and he muttered: "I want to pick these things up and give them to the master.

The senior brother was speechless after hearing this, and after a while, he sighed, showed a loving gaze, and touched the bald head of the little monk." In the past, the government explicitly forbade the collection of taxes on temples and Taoist temples, but since the new officials took office three years ago, taxes have been levied, and the result has doubled every year.

After saying that, the senior brother shook his head and walked away slowly, ignoring the little monk's disrespectful behavior.

Every time he started to pick up something, he would fold his hands and pray, and then bend down to pick it up.

The little monk looked around, and suddenly his eyes lit up, as if he had found some great treasure, and he jumped to the target.

"Amitabha, sins and sins, donor, rest in peace." The little monk clasped his hands together, prayed, and then bent down to pick up the items.

As a result, the thing was pressed under the corpse, and he tried his best to pull the thing out of a small corner.

Just as he was a little deflated and was about to turn away, the corpse suddenly trembled and convulsed, and finally in the shaking, a human head emerged from the pile of corpses, with a painful face, vomiting heavily, spitting out all stinky water, and coughing violently after spitting.

This suddenly came a trick to deceive the corpse, Ren Xiao Monk was eccentric, bold and careful, and he was really taken aback, but when he saw the appearance of the corpse, the little monk was overjoyed, stood up and shouted at the busy senior brothers.

"Senior brother, senior brother, come here, there's still a living one here!"

"Where?"

......

An hour later, the monk named Xuxuan who had gone to the town came back, followed by three middle-aged people dressed up quickly.

Xu Xuan's face was as calm as water, as if he was taking a leisurely walk, and the three people behind him were flushed and sweating like rain, as if they were in a hurry.

"Is it there? where is the corpse?" shouted the leader of the fast, panting.

"Come on, it's ahead!"

Xuan Xuan stretched out his hand and pointed at it, and through the thin cracks between the trunks of the trees, all kinds of corpses were piled up all over Wangping'an.

The three heads of the catchers all showed solemn expressions, glanced at each other, suppressed the anger in their hearts, and walked quickly.

"You arrange the corpses first, and I'll count the numbers. Hey, how can there be so many! This makes me go to find the household registration."

As soon as the leader of the hunt arrived at Wangpingan, he was really stunned by the number of corpses.

"Hey, the world is really chaotic enough, it seems that there will be another batch of lonely souls and wild ghosts."

The monks put their hands up and down, and the corpses were moved down one by one, and the two catchers stepped forward to count the number of people.

There are two hundred and seven people in total!

Everyone was taken aback by this number.Yao Zhutou looked at the corpse, examined it slightly, and recorded it, and then ordered the group of monks to bury the corpse on the spot.

Although it is not common, after all, this is not the first time that this kind of thing has happened.

What is in the upper reaches of the river in the east, these catchers know better than anyone else, they are just a small catcher in the local area, they can only play prestige near the town, they don't dare, and they are not interested in doing anything else!

The strength of the people is great, but it is only a small half a day's work, the monks have dug ten big pits, the older monks took a short rest, wiped the sweat from their foreheads, and in pairs, carried the corpse into the pit and buried it.

For such a long time, only ten were buried, so many corpses, and they couldn't be finished in two or three days.

Catch fast in his eyes, a little impatient, they don't have so much time to spend here.

"Is that all there is to it, if it's okay, let's go first."

"There is another one, but the health is not good, and it has been carried back by Senior Brother Xuyuan for healing." A young monk subconsciously replied.

The other monks trembled when they heard this, and they couldn't help but stop their busyness and secretly looked over.

"Oh, there is still a living mouth, how old are the men and women?" Yao Zhutou's professionalism was immediately reflected, and a series of questions blurted out without thinking about it.

"Man, he looks thirteen or fourteen."

"Oh, yes, that's good, you take me to him, I'm going to ask him something, and I'm going to make a note of it." The eyes of the head catcher lit up, and he grabbed the little monk's arm with one hand and said.

"I... I—" The little monk was frightened, his tongue was knotted, and he stammered and couldn't speak.

"They are at Uncle Cixiang's, come with me, and I will take you there." An elderly monk came out to relieve the siege and led the three catchers to the mountain.

"Senior Brother Xuxian, did I say something wrong?" the little monk walked up to a fifteen or sixteen-year-old monk and asked with some grievances.

This monk, known as Xuxian, has a slender body and a handsome face.

"No, Xutu is an honest child, but if you see these people wearing high hats and carrying sabers at their waists in the future, don't tell them the truth."

The little monk nodded as if he didn't understand, not talking.

On the side of the Qijian Mountain, in the west side of the Foguang Temple, a bald monk stood at the door of a wooden house, blocking out more than a dozen villagers seeking medical treatment.

The villagers didn't make sense about this, because they knew that at this moment Master Cixiang was treating a wounded person who was more serious than them in the house, and this person was carried in front of the people by the monk Xuyuan.

The layout of the wooden house was very simple, with a table on one side and a simple wooden bed made of several wooden boards.

The wounded man had an ordinary face, a pale face, a tattered garment, and a foul smell.

Tianchen's luck was obviously not exhausted, when most mortals died, he was already unconscious, but when the ground collapsed, he accidentally fell into the sewer and slid down the pipe into the Donglin River, which escaped.

At this moment, Tianchen's whole body was swollen, his face was like ashes, his eyebrows were locked, and he looked very uncomfortable.

There was a middle-aged monk sitting on the side of the wooden plank, and there were two monks standing behind him.

The middle-aged monk was a little handsome, but his expression was extremely flat.

After a while, seeing that the middle-aged monk had not moved, the little monk Xuyuan couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Cixiang, is this person unsaved?"

Xuyuan was on the side, and he listened with his ears pricked up, looking nervous.

The middle-aged monk withdrew his palm when he heard this, and smiled: "It's okay, don't worry, this kid is very strong, his pulse is steady and strong, his body temperature is balanced, and he hasn't suffered any injuries at all, I have been watching it for so long, I just feel strange in my heart."

"Great, when will he wake up?"

Xuyuan patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's hard to say, although he is not injured or sick, but he does choke a lot of water, as long as he spits out most of the water, he should be fine. The middle-aged monk explained.

"Oh, so I'll be able to get him back on an errand!"

A middle-aged man's voice came from outside the house, and then three people dressed up quickly rushed into the house without regard to the dissuasion of the monks outside the house.

"Yao Zhutou, what kind of wind blew you here?" The middle-aged monk's face changed several times, and then he still greeted him with a smile.

"Don't come to that, what about the fake people? Oh, here you are!"

As soon as Yao Zhutou entered the door, he looked around, looking for something, but he soon found what he was looking for.

He opened the monk with one hand, walked quickly to the wooden board, looked at the sky above, looked up and down two back and forth, his eyes lit up, and nodded to himself.

"Yes, yes, this body is bones, and it can pass the threshold of a fourteen-year-old."

"Lord Yao, this little brother is still a wounded!" Xuyuan on the side saw the strangeness and reminded him.

Yao Zhutou was a little displeased." I know, isn't this the presence of Master Cixiang, the master has excellent medical skills, and he casually shows his hands to wake this kid up, I still have something to ask."

"The conversation we had just now, I think Yao Zhutou also heard it, and I can't do anything about it." Monk Cixiang smiled bitterly and politely refused.

"Since the master refuses to make a move, then I will take him back to heal now, and there are still many things to interrogate." Yao Zhutou was not angry, and with a wave of his big hand, two of his subordinates stepped forward and wanted to lift Tianchen on the wooden board and carry it away.

At this time, Xuyuan touched his little bald head, and his body flashed between Tianchen and Catcher, and said with a smile: "No, no, you can't take him away?"

"Why? If you don't treat it, can't I go back to the doctor myself?" Yao Zhutou glanced at the virtual circle of the round head and round brain, and had a headache.

Don't look at this monk's young age, he was originally a famous wisdom and many stars in the town, but later, in order to avoid arrest, he came to Foguang Temple to become a monk accompanied by his elders.

Xuyuan is not an exception, many boys from nearby families, in order to avoid catching strong men, all sent to Foguang Temple to become monks.

"This eldest brother is already a member of our Foguang Temple, you can't take him away, you want to interrogate, you can, just wait here for him to wake up and ask.

Yao Zhutou didn't believe it: "It's impossible, he hasn't woken up yet, why did he suddenly become a monk? Boy, don't you want to deceive my uncle."

"Hehe, Master Yao, how long have you been here? We have been here for a full hour. During this time, he woke up twice, but he quickly fell asleep. One of them, I asked him if you would like to join our Foguang Temple, if you don't join, you will be eaten by bad people, and you won't spit out your bones! This big brother was frightened by me, and agreed on the spot. The little monk said that the painting and color, and the joint comparison, seemed to be true.

Yao Zhutou looked at the two of them, and asked with a face, Cixiang Xuyuan is not as slippery as Xuyuan, they are a little embarrassed, and they don't dare to look at Yao Zhutou directly, but they are double ten and ten, and they chatter.

"Amitabha, good, good."

Yao Zhutou saw that there was a deception, but he couldn't be sure, so he said excitedly: "Hmph, they didn't say they saw it, boy, you really ate the bear's heart and leopard gall!

"Lord Headcatcher, didn't you see them nodding in acknowledgement?" The little monk turned around, came to Cixiang's side, according to their actions just now, put their hands together, and chanted the Buddha's name.

At the same time, in addition to being a place to burn incense and worship the Buddha, everyone in the temple practices martial arts, and everyone knows martial arts!

Yao Zhutou was in a dilemma, so he had to think of a bad move, and by the way, he found a step for himself." There is a saying that monks don't speak, boy, there is a kind of kind of swear to the Buddha in front of me, the sky is thundering five times!"

"Amitabha, what the little monk said is true, if it is false, the sky will be clear, and there will be death and no life." Xuyuan rarely suppressed the smile on his face, bowed and launched a poisonous oath.

"Okay, let's go!" Yao Zhutou said coldly, with a gesture of his hand, two subordinates followed him out of the courtyard quickly, and walked down the mountain, without mentioning the matter of interrogating Tianchen.

Yao Zhutou came to the foot of the mountain, looked back at the temple among the trees, gritted his teeth and said: "Foguang Temple, it's your Foguang Temple again, hum, I'll see how long you can last!"

After saying that, the three of them left without looking back.