The person on the left is wandering on the streets of Youjing, and he not only wants to watch the play, but also to enter the play.

The patrol guards who watched the pursuit hurriedly left and went to the next alley, and the person on the left quietly appeared.

On the edge of this alley, the man on the left stood still, and then, following the escape route of the previous monk, assumed the identity of the monk, and staggered forward.

This is the monk's body shape after being hit by an arrow, his steps are vague, the center of gravity of his body is all in the upper half, and the posture of moving forward with serious injuries is imitated vividly by the person on the left.

After walking dozens of steps, the blood stains on the ground became denser and denser, and finally stopped at a wall, because the monk could not walk.

The person on the left is holding up the wall with one hand, half-kneeling on the ground, panting, trying to savor the mood of the monk at that time, when there is no way ahead, when a trace of life is stripped away from the body, what is the monk thinking, what kind of expression should the monk's face have.

The person on the left pondered and immersed himself in the play, and suddenly it seemed that time and space overlapped, and the pain of an arrow in his chest really spread on the person on the left.

The cheeks of the person on the left trembled, his face was pale, his eyes were half-drooping, and his chin was slightly dropped, and the monk at this moment should not even have the strength to grit his teeth.

The sound of horses' hooves could be heard in the distance behind him.

I guess the pursuing city patrol guards are coming...... The person on the left looked up with difficulty, the alley in front of him was sometimes hazy and sometimes clear, there was a small door in front of the left side of the alley, and there was only a lantern hanging next to the door, scattering a hazy shimmer, and on the lantern was a big word of congratulations.

Wishing the door to travel to the doctor...... It turns out that this household is a traveling medical restaurant.

The clinic is usually closed at night...... On the left, there was a strong urge to push open the small door and go inside to avoid it.

After all, the stumbling footsteps still crossed this gate and continued to move forward, the monk suppressed his strong desire to survive and continued to move forward, not wanting to affect this ordinary family.

The eyes are getting more and more blurry, and the body is getting colder and colder, how can it not snow this winter......

The sound of horses' hooves behind him was already clear, and the alley was almost at the end, and he couldn't walk.

The monk's body rubbed against the wall, and with one step, the oozing blood dragged a long blood mark from the wall, and he was about to turn the corner.

I could only go to the corner, and then I walked to the other side, and the person on the left moved with difficulty, turned around the corner of the wall, and sat on the ground.

This is the other side of this monk.

The crook of his foot touched something else, and the man on the left came back to his senses, and at this moment he had fallen to the ground, leaning against the wall, and there was indeed a monk sitting at the base of the wall beside him, and the monk was motionless, and the body should have stiffened.

This is the monk imitated by the person on the left in front of him, who was seriously injured and weak, and after turning the corner, he fell against the wall and could not get up again.

What was the monk's expression before he died? What was he thinking? The man on the left leaned over curiously, trying to observe the monk's expression in detail.

As soon as I leaned over, I found on the left that at the side of the monk's other arm, a little boy of three or two years old was still tired, sleeping soundly on the monk's corpse.

Perhaps this little boy was separated from his family in the chaos, and finally staggered here, tired of crying, and fell asleep directly beside the monk.

Perhaps the monk was still alive at the time, and it was he who beckoned the boy to come and hide from the wind.

Or maybe the monk was dead at that time, and there was still a trace of residual warmth in the corpse, which could help the young boy dispel the cold of the winter night.

It is also possible that the child regarded the monk sitting on the ground as his father, and slept next to his father, so he would feel more secure.

The man on the left, with an expressionless face, gently picked up the child, and then leaned over to see the expression on the monk's face as he died.

This expression, the corners of the mouth are slightly curved but not like relief, the eyes are not completely closed and do not look like sorrow, and the brows are slightly wrinkled but not like pain.

The person on the left studied for a long time, but he couldn't learn the expression of the monk who was dying, and finally, the person on the left straightened his waist, tightened the child in his arms, and laughed unprecedentedly.

It's a play.

has been in the play for many years, and this is the first time that the person on the left has played a play.

A gust of wind blew, and the sky began to slowly fall flakes of goose feathers.

The first snow in Kyoto this year came much later than usual, but it came just right, and when the goose feather snowflakes covered the body of the monk of Ukyo, the slightest coldness would make the pain of the dying person appropriately weakened, and he could sleep peacefully into reincarnation.

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Rightkyo Changwon Temple.

The city patrol guards who had fallen to the ground at the gate of Changyuan Temple were injured by a group of warrior monks from Jiangnan.

They were only wounded, and the soldiers were not in danger of being killed.

Even the warrior monk who quietly infiltrated Youjing at the risk of being killed did not kill these patrol guards with deadly crossbow arrows, and the warrior monk was still a monk, receiving precepts, keeping precepts, and keeping his heart.

So they just wounded the soldiers, threw their crossbow arrows aside, and then smashed open the temple gate, trying to go in and free the trapped monks.

It's a pity that it's late.

Fu Bo has already been to this temple, and the tragic situation in the temple has not yet been cleaned up urgently, and the blood is still warm, like purgatory painted by splashed ink.

The warrior monk who rushed into the temple just glanced at it and hurriedly withdrew.

It's not that they don't want to look any further, it's that they have to rush to the next monastery, the sooner the better, every sigh at the moment will seem superfluous.

At the intersection, another team of city patrol guards escorting death row prisoners to clean up the scene happened to arrive, and the leader of the city patrol guards who walked in front of him judged the situation in front of the temple by seven or eight points at a glance, and then made an offensive gesture without hesitation.

They received a kill order, so there was no warning or shouting, the soldiers of the city patrol guard set up the crossbow arrows that had already been wound, and the shield soldiers turned over their hands and shields, and went up in twos and twos, approaching this group of Jiangnan warrior monks in small steps.

The warrior monk who had just retired from the purgatory of Changyuan Temple, still holding a breath of evil breath in his chest, his eyes were red, and at this moment, when he saw this small team of city patrol guards covering up, there were seven or eight young warrior monks who couldn't hold their breath and shook their sticks and stepped forward.

"Don't go!" shouted the senior brother of this group of warrior monks, although the number of the city guards who were taking prisoners was small, but they were equipped with arrows and shields, and they would not be able to get away for a moment if they really wanted to fight them.

After such a delay, I don't know what the next temple will become.

It's a pity that this shout of the senior brother is too late.

With a moment of anger, the warrior monks who rushed out jumped a few times, and had already gone to the three feet of the soldiers in the front row, fighting several crossbow arrows in their bodies, and also knocked the ring stick to the head of the patrol guard in front of him.

These young warrior monks, King Kong, glared angrily, smashed the shield's hand shield with their powerful sticks, and then struck them on the skull of the arrow-wielding guard.

The patrol guard who was knocked out of the city suddenly had his brain splashed, his limbs trembled, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Throw away the arrow, draw the sword, and surround it. Seeing the situation, the leader of the patrol guard immediately ordered the soldiers to change formation, and then rushed forward with a sword draw.

The soldiers have been trained for a long time, and two or three interspersed to complete the encirclement, and the warrior monk with crossbow arrows in his body danced the ring stick and swung hard, swinging a gap in the encirclement formation, and shouted to the senior brother: "Hurry up, leave it to us here." ”

"Let's go. The senior brother gritted his teeth, waved his hand, and galloped away with the remaining warrior monks.

Watching the senior brother and them leave, the warrior monks in the encirclement felt relieved, and the guilt that had just arisen was much lighter.

In fact, a chaotic stick knocked down in front of him, smashing the heads of several city patrol guards, and the anger in the hearts of these monks has dissipated a lot, and at this moment these city patrol guards were dragged down, and the senior brother also successfully broke away and went to the next temple, and these warrior monks had a sense of giving up.

As soon as the heart relaxed, the ring stick was no longer as sharp as before, and the guards patrolling the city saw a flaw, stepped forward and slashed indiscriminately, and suddenly these warrior monks opened their skin and flesh, and the blood flowed.

The warrior monks swept away again and swept out a clearing, then leaned back to back and glanced at each other.

All of them are scarred and unevenly breathless.

At this moment, the guards patrolling the city were not in a hurry to surround them, these warrior monks were counting arrows and knives in their bodies, and they were at the end of their ropes.

The goose feather snow was slowly drifting, and at this moment these warrior monks noticed that it was actually snowing.

It was actually snowing, and the guards patrolling the city outside the encirclement were also stunned, and the snowflakes were floating among the people, and they were not biased because of the identities of the two sides.

In fact, there is no distinction between good and evil, right and wrong, and the two sides are in different positions.

The samurai monks grinned, and it seemed that it was worth laughing at when they could see the first snow in Kyoto when they were dying.

The swan feathers are drifting in the snow, how can the warrior monks who have lived in the south of the Yangtze River have seen such a beautiful snow scene, their hearts are relaxed, their tight hands are soft, and they are about to abandon the stick.

Bite~~

A sharp and long knocking sound shattered the heavy snowflakes and instantly burst into everyone's hearts.

At the same time, a magnanimous voice came from the monk's head: "You are willing to be a Buddha, and I respect you and Buddha." If you are a demon, I will worship the Buddha in addition to you. ”