Outside Haozhou City, the originally spacious and flat official road has been somewhat dilapidated at the moment, not only the roadbed on both sides has collapsed, but even the Artemisia annua on the road has grown to knee deep, only there is a white path in the middle to prove that this was once the official road leading to Haozhou City.

On both sides of the official road, the slightly more immature saplings were overturned to the ground, leaving only the branches that had dried up, but the tender roots at the bottom had long been gone.

Further on, the slightly wider road is covered by mounds of loess scattered all over the hills, with the occasional rat-eaten human bone in between.

At this moment, in the woods outside Haozhou City, countless dense human heads are lying in the corners of the trees, although everyone is wearing battle armor and holding a sharp blade, but the battle armor is made of reed poles, and the sharp blade in his hand is also a pig-killing knife at home.

At the front of the line, five people who looked like leaders were arguing with each other, each of them refusing to give in to each other.

"Okay, brothers, listen to my Lao Peng's advice, how about we subdivide Haozhou City again?" Seeing that everyone was arguing, a middle-aged man with a black face shouted. The rest of the people were intimidated by the middle-aged man, so they had to look at each other angrily, and then without saying a word, they all returned to their own team.

And just when a group of people were preparing to attack Haozhou City, more than 20 miles away from Haozhou City, a monk wearing tattered monk's clothes was holding a broken bowl with a notched bowl in his hand, his face was sallow, but his figure was very burly, and he was rushing to Haozhou City step by step.

I saw him walking forward, holding his right hand alone, and chanting words in his mouth, like the words of Buddhism.

As far as the eye could see, there were so many displaced people who died in the wilderness, and the wandering monk didn't know what he thought, his eyes showed unbearable expression, and the voice of chanting scriptures in his mouth became louder.

The wandering monk walked with his feet, constantly exceedingly for the surrounding desolate graves, and behaved very well.

And on the hillside not far from the wandering monk, under a pine tree with sparse leaves, a fat-headed and big-eared monk is watching all this intently, there is a smile flowing between the corners of his mouth, looking very kind and kind, if Zhang Yixian can see it, he will definitely recognize that this fat-headed and big-eared monk is the person who was chased and killed by the Taoist Zhang Pingfeng not long ago, but at this time he still looks like when he met Zhang Yixian, no different.

"This world has appeared in a different phase, the chaos has been decided, coupled with the pseudo-dragons lurking in various places, the whole world is even more chaotic, and it is also the time for my Buddhism to flourish, but I didn't expect to meet a Buddhist disciple in this wilderness, which can be regarded as fate. The great monk walked down the hillside step by step with his bare feet, and the wandering monks who were doing Dharma work at the bottom of the hillside did not seem to notice the approach of the great monk, and still recited the scriptures in their mouths.

"Little novice, what are you doing?" the great monk came behind the wandering monk, and as soon as the words fell, the body of the monk who was still chanting the scriptures just now trembled for no reason, and then turned his head with his body, and found that the person who spoke was a living person, and then the wandering monk breathed a long sigh of relief, bowed to the great monk, and then opened his mouth to respond: "The little monk is reciting a piece of the Sutra of Amitayus for these people who died in vain in the mountains and wilderness, so that these dead souls can rest in peace and ascend to bliss as soon as possible." ”

After hearing this, the great monk did not have joy on his face, but frowned slightly, and glanced at the wandering monk in front of him again, and then said: "Are you doing this for your own good fortune in the next life?"

The wandering monk glanced at the great monk, and saw that he was dressed in brocade and beautifully decorated, so it must be no problem to eat a full meal, and after thinking for a while, the wandering monk followed the words of the great monk and asked: "Amitabha, such a world, even if you get the blessings of the next life, how happy can you be?

"Since you are a human being, why do you need to become a Buddha?Since you are a human being, why do you need to become a Buddha?" The great monk kept chanting these two sentences in his mouth, his eyes seemed a little confused, and even his body involuntarily sat cross-legged on the ground, and then his eyes were closed, and there was a little Buddha light overflowing on his body, which was very strange.

"This son has a body and a reason, but the red dust in his heart is too heavy, and he is destined to have no chance with my Buddha, Amitabha. Half an hour later, the great monk opened his eyes, looked at the direction of the wandering monk with a trace of doubt in his eyes, and said thoughtfully.

Then he pointed out with a finger of Buddha light, and instantly caught up with the monk at great speed and submerged into his body.

"Since you gave me the Buddha's script, I also saved your life, and I don't owe each other. The great monk bowed, looked up at the sky again, and bowed to the west, and the whole person turned into a little golden light and dissipated.

The wandering monk did not notice, still walking on the official road leading to Haozhou City, when following the official road to an open place surrounded by mountains on both sides, the artemisia on both sides of the road suddenly burst out of seven or eight fierce gods, wearing red clothes, wearing red scarves soldiers, pointing at the wandering monk, without saying a word, the thick rope in his hand was put on his body, and then he found a wooden stick, and crackled and beat the wandering monk.

"Brother Hu, there are two more taels of wine money now, this is the twelfth today. After seeing that the wandering monk had no power to resist, a group of sergeants retreated to the side of Artemisia annua and chatted with it, and the sergeant known as Brother Hu thought that more than 20 taels of silver would fall into the bag in a moment today, and he was also in a somewhat happy mood.

"Don't speak, guard this official road well, and don't let go of a ventilated Yuan Hu!" Brother Hu shouted, and the rest of the people could only smile and nod yes.

The wandering monk woke up after being knocked unconscious, his eyes opened, and what caught his eye was a dead head, and there was a trace of heat overflowing from the broken neck, and the frightened wandering monk trembled all over, and then he looked at it, and there were seven or eight bodies in the grass in the distance that had also been cut off, and the separated bodies of the corpses were scattered and discarded to the ground.

Among these beheaded people, only one person was wearing the official uniform of the Yuan court, and it seemed that he was just a guard guarding the city, and the rest of the people, looking at the clothes on his body, were all ordinary people who had fled.

Behind him, two or three ordinary people leaned on the rock, saying nothing.

"Wronged, my lord, the little monk is wronged!" Seeing this situation, the wandering monk still didn't understand that this group of people wanted to use their own and other people's heads to exchange for silver, and regardless of the people, as long as they were people, they would recognize it.

When even shouting wronged, several sergeants who were on standby saw this, hurriedly came, pulled out the scimitar in their hands, and raised the knife to chop, at this moment, no one noticed, a little golden light flashed behind the wandering monk, not far away, a beautiful girl as a flower exclaimed, and hurriedly shouted to stop, and the two sergeants who accompanied him hurriedly stepped forward to stop, and the head of the wandering monk was saved.