I saw dozens of monk corpses lying in the whole temple, the strong smell of blood came to the nose, in the morning light, I saw blood mixed with white brains all over the ground, and there were more stumps and broken bones, which was unbearable. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

I have no regrets, I only feel that my hands and feet are cold, my body is weak, and I almost can't stand.

After a long while, he calmed down a little, and walked slowly inward, when suddenly he was not paying attention, and a spherical thing was mixed under his feet, and the object rolled out three or four feet before stopping.

Without regrets, he looked at it and almost exclaimed, what kind of ball was it, it was the head of a bald monk, and what shocked him even more was that from that head, it turned out to be the head of a teenager, his eyes were round, his eyeballs were almost protruding from his sockets, and his face was full of horror.

It didn't take long for Wu Regret to look at the entire monastery, and it was initially estimated that there were about 100 monks, all of whom were killed, and none of them were alive.

The more I look at it, the more chilling I feel, and my heart has long been free of the horror I had when I first saw it, replaced by anger, what kind of person is so devoid of conscience, and actually slaughtered hundreds of lives in the temple, not even a single child or old man?

The sun had risen and shone on the hall of the Mahavira Treasure, and the gold body of the Buddha was also splashed with blood, but the Buddha still looked at the hall like the hell of Shura with a kind and benevolent smile, and there was really an indescribable irony.

He looked up at the Buddha without regrets, and said secretly in his heart: Buddha, since you have witnessed the killing all over the place, please tell me who the murderer is, and I can avenge these people without regrets!

Maybe his heart was really heard by the Buddha, a low moan, into his ears, although the moan is extremely subtle, but in this death-like silent hall, no regrets listened to it or the spirit of the spirit, the sound of the news, only to see a robe, beard and eyebrows have been snow-white, is already the body of an old monk, actually moved.

Originally, in this hall, there was a monk's corpse, and he didn't pay attention to it, but when he saw it, he was overjoyed.

Immediately, his body moved, at the fastest speed in his life, floated to the old monk's side, carefully helped him up, found that there was still a faint breath in his chest, and he had no regrets to use his hand against the life gate of his vest, and entered a true qi, the old monk got his help, and opened his eyes slightly, looked at no regrets, and his lips moved.

Without regrets, he knew what he was going to say, so he hurriedly attached his head and put his ear to his mouth, only to hear the monk's voice like a mosquito......

"The Buddha is merciful, giving...... Lord, please put ...... Maitreya Buddha ...... Maitreya Buddha in the belly...... Something that is delivered to ...... Send it to ......" Speaking of this, the old monk suddenly gasped sharply, coughed twice, wow, spit out a mouthful of blood, and sprayed all over his body without regrets, but at this time, he didn't care about this, and hurriedly asked: "Where to send it?"

After asking twice, the old monk seemed to want to say something, but his lips moved, and he couldn't say anything.

He hugged him without regrets and shouted twice: "Master! Master!"

Seeing that there were a large number of blood clots in the blood he vomited just now, he knew that his internal organs were broken, and even the Great Luo Immortal couldn't save him, I really don't know why he supported him until now.

His body was immediately put away, and the statue of Maitreya Buddha was found in the main hall.

Maitreya Buddha had a big belly, cracked his mouth and smiled, looking happy, standing in front of him without regrets, clasping his hands together, and whispering: "The Buddha is merciful, no regrets are not intentionally offended, and I hope to forgive me!"

He thought that when the old monk was dying, he neither said who the murderer was, nor did he explain anything else, but only mentioned the contents of the Maitreya Buddha's belly, which must be extremely important.

Immediately pulled out the knife from the sheath, the long knife waved slightly, only to see a large piece of mud from the mouth of the bowl fell from the stomach of Maitreya Buddha, revealing a hollow.

The edge of the hollow is smooth, and the surroundings are extremely round, and if anyone in the martial arts sees him sword, they must be amazed by his knife skills.

But no regrets himself didn't care, as if all this was a matter of course.

As he put his hand into the hollow, he touched it, and when he touched a box, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and hurriedly took it out to see that it was a fine rosewood box, only the size of a palm, and he didn't know what it contained.

At this moment, I suddenly heard the sharp footsteps outside the door, and I was taken aback without regrets, and I didn't have time to look at the contents of the box, so I hurriedly stuffed it into my arms, and just put it away, I heard someone outside the door shouting Buddha's name: "Amitabha! ”

As soon as the words came, an old monk fifty miles away led a group of young disciples in. The old monk was also the same as Wuregret, and as soon as he entered the door, he was stunned by the blood everywhere in front of him.

"Oh my God!"

The old monk couldn't help but scream.

"What a wreck!"

"Amitabha!" all the disciples couldn't help but whisper to the Buddha, their faces obviously full of grief and indignation.

I have no regrets to see that the old monk's temples are bulging high, the green scriptures in his hands are stacked, and the finger bones are thick, obviously he is a master of internal and external double cultivation, and some young monks behind him are holding a wooden stick as thick as an arm, and the two ends of the wooden stick are tied to iron sheets, and the walking just now is neat and uniform, which shows that he is usually well-trained and has quite good martial arts.

Immediately walked out of the main hall slowly, clasped his fists and saluted: "The master is polite!"

The old monk looked him up and down for a moment, and then he said, "The old man is in Shaolin in the Western Regions." ”

was stunned without regrets, he knew that this fate was the first Shaolin Dharma Academy in the Western Regions, but he didn't expect to meet here.

I saw Yuan look at the corpses all over the place, with stumps and broken remains, and then looked at him, and suddenly said: "Donor, since the old man is here, please give an explanation!"

Wu regret was stunned when he heard this, and asked puzzledly: "What does the master need to explain?"

Before he could speak, a young warrior monk behind him took a step forward, pointed at Wu Regret and said, "Your Excellency, can you pretend not to see the dead corpses all over the place?"

As he spoke, he turned to Yuan and said: "Uncle Shi, he is covered in blood, even if he is not the main murderer, he must be an accomplice, we don't have to talk to him, just take him." ”

No regrets only then did they understand that they had mistaken themselves for murderers, although the warrior monk was disrespectful, he didn't care, and immediately explained: "The master misunderstood, and he has no regrets, and he only arrived a moment before you, and all the people here were all dead when he came." ”

As soon as the words of no regrets came out, he felt bad, his name of no regrets was a role that everyone shouted and beat on the rivers and lakes, it was okay not to mention it, but it was a bit of a shouting taste.