A thunderclap arose, blowing away the past like dust.

Outside the window, there was no longer a snowy night scene, and the huge light illuminated the valley as if it were day.

It was like a painting covered by a white cloth that was suddenly revealed.

There are dilapidated ancient temples, collapsed pagodas, and forests covered with poisonous snakes.

In its place, there is a large area of Buddhist temples sprinkled with gold and red.

Thousands of monks sat densely packed in the courtyard, chanting sutras like waves of the sea, constantly washing over their souls.

A towering Buddha statue stands between the buildings, stepping on the ground and overlooking the common people.

The half-open eyes were full of compassion.

Outside the temple, tens of thousands of soldiers are holding blades to sharpen their knives, and a Cao flag and a Wei flag are fluttering in the wind.

The leader of the four or five people was dressed in civil and military attire, and the leader was seven feet tall, with thin eyes and long hair.

With the sound of a drum, three waves of arrow rain were evenly divided.

Blood-colored flowers bloomed on the robes, and bright red snakes snaked on the ground.

Every moment there is a pop of arrows burrowing into the human body, and every moment there is a silent fall of someone.

The leader pointed to the half-grown man who was dressed in tattered clothes and was being protected by the host at the moment and said, "Master Huijing, you insist on being my enemy for this thief who burned my military rations?"

The thin old monk who was called Huijing sat between the feet of the Buddha statue, his arms slightly open to protect the child behind him, and he lowered his eyebrows and did not answer.

A Wenchen with a thin face that was different from ordinary people stepped forward half a step forward and said with a slight mockery: "Master, in order to protect one person, thousands of people died in the temple, and this transaction is a big loss." ”

The old monk still didn't speak.

Na Wenchen was not in a hurry, so he accompanied and watched and listened to these monks fall in a pool of blood one by one, and when everyone was exhausted and dead, he stepped forward and saluted Huijing with a smile: "The master is so determined." Dropped a booklet: "This is my life's work, and those who have obsessions in their hearts can live forever if they practice it." I hope that the master will have enough time to stay here for the rest of his life and accompany these senior brothers. Master, I wonder if you'll be able to sleep at night. After saying that, he laughed three times and returned to the queue of Wenchen generals.

The leader waved his hand, and the armor soldiers divided into several columns, and made up for each fallen monk with a knife in the neck, making sure that they could not die anymore, and then Mingjin withdrew his troops.

The group of people and horses hugged the leader, and the few people gradually drifted away.

The old monk released the child behind him and smiled slightly: "Child, live well." ”

With a sound of Amitabha, Master Huijing glanced at the dilapidated hall where everyone was hiding, nodded slightly, folded his hands and followed the brothers.

Everyone in the room only felt that their scalps were fried. Is it a human or a ghost out there?!

Jian Wuzheng shouted, suppressed the commotion that was about to start, and shouted: "It's just a mirage, what are you flustered about! Keep an eye on your feet to prevent those snakes from rushing in!"

After waiting for a long time, the mirage outside was still there, but the snake did not come in. I don't know if the incense thrown into the fire worked, or if the weather was so cold that the poisonous snakes had shrunk into the cave to hibernate. But fortunately, I don't have to worry about facing the snake sea anymore.

Jian Wuzheng was slightly relieved, and Xiao Baochan and the woman of the Liu family had one more chance to live.

At this moment, an exclamation attracted everyone's attention.

Outside, the rescued child ripped off her turban, it was a girl, she took out a bamboo tube from her arms, carefully poured it into the pile of corpses, a purple snake spat at her, burrowed into the gap and disappeared.

The girl folded her hands, prayed, picked up the book that the scribe had thrown from the ground, and put it in her arms.

There was another thunderclap, the picture suddenly changed, at this time the temple has collapsed most of the time, even the towering Buddha statue in the temple is lying on the ground, head in the direction of the back mountain, I don't know if the Buddha statue collapsed when the ground collapsed these houses.

The woman, whose face was still vaguely the same as before, was cutting her wrist with a jade knife and feeding dozens of small snakes with the black blood that flowed out, some of which were purple and red, and some of which were purple and black, and had obviously been multiplied for many generations.

"It's a Gu worm?!" Lao Jia shivered all over his body, pointing at those little snakes: "This is Miao Jiang's blood feeding! I won't admit my mistake!"

Jian Wuzhen sighed, and sure enough, someone knew.