"Wow-"

Unbearable to the wind and rain, a loose beam on the roof finally fell down under the burden, and with it, a large piece of rubble and sudden rain fell one after another, smashing into Yan Xiaowu and Ah Zhi below.

"Get out of the way. ”

Perhaps after practicing with the middle-aged monk for a period of time, Yan Xiaowu's perception ability and reaction speed have significantly increased.

Yan Xiaowu immediately took a few steps back, avoiding the fall range of the rubble on the beams.

But Ah Zhi, who was sitting on the ground, seemed to have lost his soul and didn't realize it.

Yan Xiaowu rushed forward again and pushed Ah Zhi away.

It's just that the falling object is on the head, and when I want to dodge it again, it's too late.

Yan Xiaowu hugged her head, thinking, this is bad, I hope I won't be so unlucky, it will be a big loss to be stoned to death.

"Huh?"

After a long time, seeing something hit her body, Yan Xiaowu raised her head suspiciously.

She was supposed to be invisible.

But she saw a faint golden halo over her head, supporting the rubble of the beams.

Then, the golden light trembled slightly, and the rubble of the beams suddenly turned into powder.

The middle-aged monk didn't know when he appeared in the back room.

"As a Buddhist disciple, you shouldn't have looked back just now. ”

Yan Xiaowu relieved herself, she should have been happy, but when she heard the middle-aged monk speak, her face was displeased: "I haven't thought about it yet, whether I want to worship you as a teacher." ”

"Is this decision difficult?"

The middle-aged monk asked.

This stupid girl has no idea what it means to be his disciple.

"We said okay, you don't force me. Yan Xiaowu frowned.

"Poor monk, understood. ”

The middle-aged monk was silent for a moment and said.

Wind and rain leaked in through the broken roof, washing the blood all over the house.

Ah Zhi was pushed to the ground, like an unconscious corpse, lying on his back on the ground, letting the cold rain fall on him. His eyes were hollow, his face was as dead as ashes, and he lay there motionless.

The rain washed away the blood stains on the corpses of the two women on the bed and under the bed, revealing their pale and pained faces, which were beautiful in life.

"It's time for us to go. The middle-aged monk said.

"Just gone?"

Yan Xiaowu was a little overwhelmed.

Immediately, Yan Xiaowu was a little uncontrollable angry: "We've only been here for two days, and we've caused the entire village to die, so you're going to slap your ass and leave?"

"If we don't come, they will live?" the middle-aged monk asked rhetorically, "At most, the poor monks have just advanced their deaths." ”

"But no matter what, you and I have meddled in their affairs. Yan Xiaowu said stubbornly.

That's right, so their death and the poor monk have cause and effect. ”

The middle-aged monk calmly recited "Amitabha" and clasped his hands together.

Yan Xiaowu has never figured out why she is obviously blind, but she can always see the restrained and outward light on the middle-aged monk's body.

At this time, Yan Xiaowu saw it clearly. The middle-aged monk's right hand suddenly scattered into countless points of light, and in an instant, all of them disappeared at the elbow.

"You're ......"

Yan Xiaowu asked.

"Poor monks practice 'detachment', and when 'cause and effect' comes into their hands, they will lose their cultivation. What you see is the price that the poor pay for meddling in this matter. The middle-aged monk said calmly.

Yan Xiaowu was in a trance, and then said with a slight mockery: "Then you let me see this thing that hurts others and is not beneficial to myself, what is it for?"

"The two of them were originally thin people in this life, and if they died when they deserved to die, they would be rich and noble in the next three lives. ”

The middle-aged monk looked at the clouds on the bed and the Ah Zhi on the ground, the time in his eyes was passing, and the stars were bright, as if he had insight into their past and present lives: "But they lived for eighteen more years...... Her soul will be imprisoned in the underworld forever, without resting or even having a chance to reincarnate. ”

"As for him, he will not escape death, and after death he will be imprisoned in the eighteenth layer of hell, where he will be tortured forever, and he will never be able to turn over. ”

Yan Xiaowu nodded thoughtfully, as if she understood what the middle-aged monk meant.

The middle-aged monk recited "Amitabha" for a long time, seemingly revealing a hint of relief.

Immediately, however, he was disappointed again.

"But you don't know mortals, for us, life is the most important thing!"

Yan Xiaowu sneered:

"If you can't die well, so what?"

"You don't have to die!"

Suddenly, like a dead corpse, Ah Zhi jumped up from the ground, grabbed the axe soaked in blood, and slashed at Yan Xiaowu.

Like an enraged beast, his face was full of hideousness and madness.

"You don't want to die well!"