A thunder suddenly rose, blowing away the past like dust.

There is no more snowy night scene outside the window, and the huge light shines in the valley like daytime.

The painting covered by a white cloth was suddenly unveiled.

There are no dilapidated ancient temples around, collapsed pagodas, and dense forests of poisonous snakes.

Instead, there is a large Buddhist temple covered with golden and red colors.

Thousands of monks filled the courtyard with dense crowds, and the sound of chanting scriptures was like waves, constantly rinsing their souls.

A towering Buddha statue stands among the numerous buildings, stepping on the ground to overlook the people.

The half-open eyes were full of compassion.

Outside the temple, tens of thousands of soldiers held weapons and sharpened their knives, one with the Cao flag and the other with the Wei flag fluttered in the wind.

The four or five people in the leading position were dressed in civil and military style. The leader was seven feet tall and thin, with long beards.

Accompanied by the sound of drums, three waves of arrows were divided equally between ten breaths.

Bloody flowers bloomed on the cassock, and bright red snakes meandered on the ground.

Every moment there is an arrow puffing sound of a puffing sound of an arrow drilling into the human body, and every moment there is a silent fall down.

The leader pointed to the half-boy who was wearing ragged clothes and was being protected by the presidency and said, "Master Huijing, are you insisting on being an enemy of me for this little thief who burns our military rations? Even if you watch the monks in the temple be killed by me in front of you?"

The skinny old monk called Huijing sat between the two feet of the Buddha statue, slightly spreading his arms to protect the child behind him, lowering his eyebrows and eyes and not answering.

A civil servant with a thin face, who was different from ordinary people, stepped forward and said with a little mockery: "Master, in order to protect one person, he died thousands of people in the temple. This transaction is a huge loss."

The old monk still didn't speak.

The civil servant was not in a hurry, and just watched and watched and listened to these monks lying in a pool of blood. When everyone fell down and died, they walked up and bowed to Huijing with a smile: "Master, you have such concentration." He threw down a booklet: "This is my lifelong hard work. Those who are obsessed with their hearts can achieve immortality. I hope the master will have enough time to stay here for the rest of his life and accompany these brothers. Master, I wonder if you can sleep at night." After that, he laughed three times and returned to the queue of civil servants and military generals.

The leader waved his hand, and the soldiers divided into series, and each dead monk made a sharp knife on the neck, confirming that they could not die anymore, and then he cried out to withdraw his troops.

A large group of people surrounded the leaders and the few people were gradually moving away.

The old monk released the child behind him and smiled slightly: "Child, live well."

With the sound of Amitabha, Master Huijing looked at the dilapidated hall where everyone was hiding, nodded slightly, folded his hands and followed the brothers.

Everyone inside the house only felt that their scalp was explosive. Is it a human or a ghost outside?!

Jian Wuzheng shouted loudly, suppressing the commotion that was about to arouse, and shouted sternly: "It's just some mirages, you're panicking! You're all staring at your feet to prevent those snakes from rushing in!"

After waiting for a while, the mirage was still there, but no snakes came in. I don’t know if the incense that was thrown into the fire had worked, or the weather was too cold, and the poisonous snakes were hibernating in the cave. Fortunately, I didn’t have to worry about facing the sea of ​​snakes anymore.

Jian Wuzheng was slightly relieved, and Xiao Baochan and the Liu family woman had another chance to survive.

At this moment, a scream attracted everyone's eyes.

Outside, the rescued child pulled off his headscarf and was a girl. She took out a bamboo tube from her arms and fell carefully into the pile of corpses. A small snake covered in purple and red spitted a letter at her, and crawled into the gap and couldn't see it again.

The girl folded her hands together, prayed for a while, picked up the civil servant on the ground and threw it into her arms.

Another thunder sounded, and the picture suddenly changed. At this time, most of the temple had collapsed. Even the towering Buddha statue in the temple was lying on the ground, heading towards the back mountain. I don’t know if the Buddha statue collapsed these houses when it collapsed.

The woman with her face still had the same appearance as before, was cutting her wrist with a jade knife and feeding dozens of small snakes with black blood flowing out. Some of the small snakes were purple-red, and some purple-black, obviously having reproduced for many generations.

"Is it a Gu insect?!" Old Jia shivered all over and pointed at the little snakes: "This is Miaojiang's blood feed! I won't admit my mistake!"
Chapter completed!