Chapter 1246 (1/2)

The appearance of the eminent monk of dixiu temple has strained the atmosphere of Yongsheng temple to the extreme. It seems that with a little more Mars, the millennium old temple will ignite a raging fire and lead everyone to destruction.

Don't ask, sitting in the sad world hall, listening to the attendants and monks outside the hall, they didn't find Xi San.

”Abbot, the poor monk didn't find the body. Did he leave the temple without permission?” The attendant monk asked mo.

Mo asked, ”nothing.”

The attendant monk bowed his head and withdrew from the corridor.

Xi San is the one who keeps face lizards in the temple. Mo Wen believes that Xi San will not betray him. At the same time, Mo Wen also believes that Xi San should be dead. Someone went to the release lake and killed Xi San.

Is it human Gu or jade Linglong?

Mo Wen sat cross legged on the mat and looked at the Buddha statues in the hall. These Buddhas are kind-hearted, compassionate, or angry. ”They can't help me.” Mo Wen glanced at a statue of Buddha and said to himself, ”you can't help me.”

”Abbot,” an attendant monk reported at this time, ”another 203 monks have left the temple.”

”Leave it to them,” Mo asked in a calm voice.

Hundreds of monks lined up and walked down the path. The real Buddhists were poor people. Therefore, these monks had only a few monk clothes with them.

The wind and snow in the mountains are stronger than those under the mountains.

An old monk stopped on the mountain road. Standing here, he could clearly see the military camp on the plain at the foot of the mountain. A top military tent was connected into a piece. He could not see the end at a glance. The neighing of horses could be heard in the wind.

”Master,” the two young monks held their master, who was over seventy, one left and one right.

The old monk looked down at the road under his feet. The mountain road was winding, and the snow was trampled into mud.

”Master, do you want to have a rest?” Asked the little monk standing on the left of the old monk.

”Let's go,” the old monk walked forward again. People can't stay still in the wind and snow, or they will freeze to death.

The little monk turned back and the Yongsheng Temple stood quietly on the top of the mountain. It was the place where he was born and grew up. He left like this. The little monk was reluctant to give up.

”Wise, let's go,” the old monk called his little disciples. Those who have grown up and can make decisions for themselves are unintentional and unable to take care of them. However, he has to take his two little disciples down the mountain, be Buddhist disciples or enter ordinary people's homes. He can't let these two children die here.

The long line moved down the mountain in silence.

It was easy for the party to walk to the hillside, and the road down the mountain became wider. Several screams came from the front of the team.

”There are monsters!”

A monk shouted.

A medicine man came up from behind, opened his mouth and bit the monk's face.

”Roar!”