When I woke up, the milky white, morning light with a warm temperature passed through the gaps in the trees, and then through the big hole in the broken temple door, it happened to shine directly on Su Wu's tired face.

Su Wu, who was particularly sensitive to his senses, quickly woke up from his slumber, and then he felt something very soft under him, which made him roll and roll over like a carp, and then looked at the surrounding environment, and then he was still in the ruined temple.

Under the rays of the sun, Su Wu saw clearly the objects in the temple that he had not seen yesterday.

A bronze Buddha with a height of three people, and two incense candles with a height of a handle, have been blown out at this time, but Su Wu can see that these two high candles have been lit in the past, because the candle tears that fell from the candlestick are still fresh and spotless.

In addition to a pile of candle tears that have not been cleaned for a long time, there are also a lot of tributes on the candlestick. It's just that these offerings look so strange that they shouldn't even appear in front of such a sacred Buddha statue.

It was a pile of scorched beast bones, and there were some leftover filaments of meat that had not been gnawed clean on the charred bones, Su Wu looked at it again, only to find that there were oil stains that were a little finger thick next to those bones, and some black powder like firewood ash.

In this ancient temple that has been abandoned for a long time, there are still people roasting the skin and flesh of wild beasts on the candlestick in front of this big Buddha to eat.

Even Su Wu, who didn't like to listen to the teachings in Ziwei Sect on weekdays, felt that it was a big disrespect to put these things on the candlestick in front of the Buddha.

In addition to the mess on the candlestick, there were also the Buddhist shrines that had not been wiped for a long time and were stained with a lot of blood, as well as the futons under himself and under the candlesticks that were also stained with filth.

Next to the bronze Buddha is a wooden bed covered with a thick layer of animal hair, and the pale hair that has been cut off can be seen everywhere on the wooden bed.

Dare to live here is a sloppy old man, Su Wu can feel a very dull smell of decay in that bed, and there is a sense of depression.

Not long after Su Wu woke up, the kind of people behind him who were still half-hidden before were suddenly pushed away by a pair of powerful arms.

Su Wu hurriedly looked back, and his right hand had habitually touched the knife on his waist and the bulging money bag.

This is not Ziwei, no matter when, Su Wu may die under the sword of someone else's sneak attack.

This turn of his head happened to bump into the person who helped him put on the soft futon at night.

Pushing open the door was an old monk with gray hair and wearing a shabby red robe, which was stained with new or old bloodstains, and the old monk was still holding a knife in his hand, and the knife was still stained with drops of steaming blood, and the drops of blood that had not yet congealed slowly flowed back and forth on the blade, and finally could not support it, and fell to the ground ticking.

Su Wu only found that every inch of the uneven ground in the temple seemed to have some blood stains that were old or old, clear, or imperceptible.

In addition to the knife in the old monk's left hand, there was also the wild boar in his right hand that had been cut open by a knife, and the wild boar still retained the last trace of strength, and finally lost its breath after kicking the hind leg in the monk's hand.

The old monk carrying the wild boar didn't pay too much attention to Su Wu, who was in the way, but silently walked around the road, found some half-dry and half-wet firewood placed in the corner of the wall, and then began to make a fire.

When the fire was burning, the old monk began to skillfully pluck the tired wild boar again, pick out the tender meat that was easy to eat, and roast it on the fire.

In the process of roasting wild boar meat on the side, the old monk was finally able to take the time to look Su Wu's face up and down.

"I didn't see your face clearly last night, but when I look at it today, it really makes the old man see a lot of fame. The beardless old monk looked at Su Wu after studying for a while, and then he held back a stammering sentence for a long time.

"What clues can the seniors see from the juniors?" Su Wu couldn't see the old monk's cultivation realm clearly for a while, but he felt that he must also be a cultivator. At the moment, put on a respectful appearance and test the reality.

"The little baby is from Ziwei Sect, what are you doing when you come to this place where birds don't? While talking to Su Wu, the old monk was still moving the tender pork roasted on the fire, and he didn't pay attention to eat a big mouthful of smoke, his nose was red, he coughed a few times, and then bled his nose.

By this time, the meat on his knife was already half-cooked.

Su Wu shrank his head, avoiding the smoke that was about to blow on his face, and then the old monk's words: "The junior is indeed a disciple of the Ziwei Sect, how did the senior see it?"

"The people who came out of Ziwei were stained with a foul smell, and the old man knew it when he smelled it. The old monk snorted coldly, his head was not too much, and his Adam's apple choked up, obviously swallowing saliva at the barbecue.

"Does that senior think that he is still a monk now?" Su Wu naturally wouldn't be too happy when he heard someone say bad things about his master, and suddenly asked the old monk.

"The old man is just an ordinary butcher, even if he was a monk before, it was before. If I have the blood of the beast stuck to my hands, then I am a butcher. The old monk said confidently.

Su Wu fell silent and was speechless for a while.

"Why do you have to be so rigid sometimes? In order to protect the lives of the people on this land, the old man doesn't know how much time he has wasted here, just that. Then the old monk suddenly began to let out a long sigh, and there seemed to be a lot of sadness in his eyes.

"Since the predecessors are no longer Buddhas, why should they be obsessed with living in this broken temple, and with the skills of the predecessors, wouldn't they be happy and chic to go to the outside place to eat wine and meat?"

The old monk suddenly raised his knife with his backhand, and when he cut the big piece of meat that was roasting in half, and wrapped them in two huge leaves, one was given to Su Wu, and the other was given to himself.

"Why do you only take this piece of meat for the whole big pig and cook it?" Su Wu stretched out his hand and turned out the wild boar meat that had just been roasted.

"Just try it. The old monk just smiled indifferently, and he had already begun to bury his head in the meat.

Su Wu, who had been hung up on his appetite, also opened his mouth directly after swallowing his saliva, and began to eat unceremoniously.

The tender pork is like a dough that has been kneaded and hammered hundreds of times, and it is very smooth and glutinous when it is first entered, but when it is torn with teeth, it is very chewy and elastic, without the slightest taste of meat, and it is very refreshing.

"This piece of meat was taken from a wild boar?" Su Wu still couldn't help but know the advisor.

At this time, it was the turn of the old monk to be proud, he wiped his chapped lips that were not stuck with any grease, and smiled: "Now don't you understand why I am not a monk, and why I only eat this piece of meat from this wild boar." ”

Su Wu really understood a lot of things in this mouth.

"Because if you are a monk, you can't eat good meat, and because it's good meat, it's worth moving your mouth. Su Wu said.

"Clever. The old monk touched Su Wu's head, and the clip seemed to open a lot in an instant.

The old monk said that he was a bell monk of the Golden Zen Temple a long, long time ago, and by chance one day he secretly drank wine and ate meat and was seen by the old abbot in the door, and he was expelled.

What the old monk has been unable to figure out is that the hearts and eyes of the Buddhas are often on their lips, why can't they see through the many wonderful things outside this body?

So the old monk left the sect with a robe and a Zen cane, and traveled around the mountains and rivers.

Then swam here.

At that time, the beasts in the mountains were rampant, and the people here were all miserable, and the old monk passed by here with a golden Zen staff, and saw the livestock in turmoil, so he naturally wanted to save the people from fire and water.

So the old monk crushed all the beasts that were doing chaos on the Zen staff that shone with the light of the Buddha in his right hand, and then angered the mountain god, and was quietly left in this ruined temple for an unknown number of years.

The old monk knew that he couldn't go, as long as he left, no one would be able to suppress this grumpy mountain god, and then these people, who didn't know enough to live, would have to be killed unjustly?

So the old monk guarded it year after year, he threw away the Zen staff, put on the butcher's knife, and killed the beasts in the forest every day to eat, and came over day after day.

The people in the village have changed from generation to generation, and only the old monk is still the same old monk back then.

At this time, there were already some tears in the corners of the old monk's eyes.

He entered the Golden Cicada Temple and entered the Buddha because his wife and son at home were too much to manage, but after he really entered the Buddha, this monk still can't forget the bowl of good broth that his wife used to make.

The old monk wiped his tears while thinking about his wife and children who had been dead for I don't know how many years, and for a while they seemed to cry like a tearful person.

The old monk is not a monk now, but he still can't let go of this robe, let alone the defenseless people in this village.

"The younger generation is willing to go to the mountains with the seniors to find out, if they really touch the mountain god, they will cut it with a knife. "After all, Su Wu is still the disciple who is deeply liked by Tianyi.

This is the Ziwei disciple in Tianyan Yi, no matter what he encounters, he must first ask about the Tao on his body.

"It's no wonder that the little guys from Ziwei are like this, and they don't like to think about the consequences of anything. ”

"Some things aren't that simple. After so many years, the people of Ziwei still haven't gotten rid of the old problems of the year, alas. ”

The old monk let out a long sigh at the end, and then looked at the top of the temple with a blank look in his eyes.

There are some past events, but I still have to think too much.

The old monk still remembered the bloody sins that some people who did not know the height of the sky and the depths of the earth.