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Chapter 38 Compassionate, Convince People with Virtue

A monstrous grievance, a pit full of ashes.

Jiangnan was strange before.

Where have all the people in this town gone?

Don't think about it now, they're not going anywhere, they're all in the pit.

Jiang Nan took a deep breath, calmed down, and tried to communicate with the ghosts in the sky with the technique of opening the sky.

But they found out that they were completely confused, not so much a soul as a gathering of grievances.

Through some soul fragments that still have some broken memories, Jiangnan only saw a few pictures.

Devouring pit...

The townspeople with their hands and feet tied...

A raging fire...

And the "mountain bandits" who had just killed their own mouths by themselves, and now their faces are cold on the edge of the pit.

From this, Jiangnan can infer that those who slaughtered these townspeople should be people in the big city of Shanyuan.

- Adjutant Liu.

As for whether there is still someone behind him, that is unknown.

"Amitabha……"

Just as Jiangnan was thinking, a sigh full of pity came.

Jiang Nan followed the reputation and saw a young monk in a white cassock behind him.

There was not a single hair on his bare forehead, and his face was full of compassion.

There is a string of huge Buddha beads hanging on the chest.

At this moment, he is clasping his hands together and walking slowly.

As he walked, he muttered the scriptures in a low voice.

The chanting sound seemed to have a strange power.

Under that voice, the resentment in the sky was slowly subsided.

Like being soothed.

He is saving souls.

After a while, Jiangnan's technique of penetrating seclusion could not detect the slightest resentment.

His eyes narrowed, this young monk has real ability.

The monk's face was full of sorrow, as if mourning for the tragic death of the townspeople.

After a long time, he looked towards Jiangnan, and folded his hands together in a salute: "Donor, the poor monk's legal name is Xuhai. The killing industry here is very heavy, and the donor should not stay for long."

Jiangnan bowed back and said, "I'm going down to Jiangnan, thank you Master for reminding me."

The monk waved his hands again and again: "Don't dare to be called a master, the poor monk is just a person who has always been a Buddha."

At the end, he looked at Jiangnan again: "The donor dresses like a scholar in Daxia, why did he come to the chaotic place of Weishui?"

Although Jiangnan has a bit of a favorable impression because of this monk Xu Hai's extraordinary move.

But he still brought out the same rhetoric: "If you are a scholar, you should travel thousands of miles."

Monk Xu Hai was stunned for a while, and looked at the bunny girl who was stunned beside him.

Of course, in his eyes, Rabbit Girl looks like a normal girl.

Monk Xu Hai showed an embarrassed but polite smile.

What the hell kind of scholar would come to a ghost place like Weishui?
With a little girl?
Spring outing?
"Master, Weishui is the border between Zhongzhou and the East."

Jiang Nan's expression did not change, but instead he asked, "Why did the master appear here?"

"Amitabha, the poor monk naturally came to promote the Dharma," said the monk.

Jiang Nan sneered in his heart.

As we all know, the base camps of monks are all in the Western Regions, and Weishui is separated from the Western Regions by a whole Zhongzhou Daxia.

Are you here to promote Buddhism?
What about coaxing ghosts?
The conversation between the two seems to be peaceful and polite, but they also know that the other party is testing.

So, the talk is over.

After a long time, the monk sighed and said, "Sin is a sin, and monks don't lie, and the poor monk has indeed broken the precepts."

"The purpose of this poor monk's trip is to find people."

Jiang Nan nodded and said, "We are going down Weishui because there is a place in Weishui, and we must go down there."

At this point, the two sides finally let go of some vigilance.

Monk Xuhai looked at Jiangnan, he couldn't see through the scholar's heels.But the first impression is not bad.

After pondering for a long time, he said, "Where does the donor want to go?"

Jiangnan pointed in the direction of Shanyuan.

Monk Xu Hai folded his hands together, "The poor monk also wants to go in that direction, and the Weishui situation is unpredictable, why should the donor not do it?"

Jiangnan nodded: "Dashan!"

Although this monk Xu Hai was running the train with his mouth full of himself.

But I can still tell from the time when I saved the dead, I don't know if he is serious or not, but he should be a good monk.

So, the two decided to go together.

On the way, Jiangnan asked him, "Does the master know what happened to Weishui?"

Naturally, he was referring to the tragic death of all the people in the town.

"Amitabha……"

The monk sighed, "Donor, let's be honest, the poor monk has come all the way, this is already the third such village."

Hearing this, Jiang Nan shuddered.

The monk speaks vaguely.

But behind this sentence is the fact that hundreds of thousands of people died tragically.

"In addition, the poor monk also found that there is a line of scribbled handwriting on the wall of a family in one of the villages, which seems to have been carved in a hurry."

"What word?"

"—The river water is poisonous."

River water poisonous?

What poison?

If it was really poisonous, the townspeople were thrown into the pit and burned alive.

What does this poison mean?

Jiang Nan looked at the bunny girl beside him holding the corner of his shirt, and had a guess in his heart.

So far, the monk has given some news.

Jiangnan didn't want to hide everything, so he said: "Master, I also found it below - the adjutant of Shanyuan Chengliu once pretended to be a mountain bandit to hunt down the people."

He pointed to the rabbit girl beside him, "This child was rescued from those mountain bandits."

Monk Xu Hai showed a sudden look.

Jiang Nan asked again: "Since the master knows that the river water is poisonous, have you ever gone to see it?"

Monk Xu Hai shook his head: "The poor monk wanted to see it, but found that the Weishui River was already full of soldiers and turned it into a forbidden area. He was trying to influence them with the Dharma, and he saw the resentment in this town, so he had to put it aside."

Jiangnan nodded.

It's just that the monk's statement of "influenced by the Dharma" doesn't really matter.

Reciting sutras and taking refuge is Buddhadharma, as is Dawei Tianlong.

The ghost knows what this monk is talking about.

Just like Eli convincing and Eli convincing people are two different meanings.

"Now that the dead soul has been saved, the poor monk wants to go to the river bank to take a look. Would the donor be willing to accompany him?" Monk Xu Hai asked again.

"You should be like this." Jiangnan handed over.

The river embankment where the sergeants are stationed as mentioned by the monk is the necessary place for Jiangnan to go to Shanyuan.

According to the monk, they not only blocked the banks of the river banks, but also prohibited people from outside the city from entering Shanyuan.

If they want to pass through Shanyuan in the south of the Yangtze River, they must first find a way to pass the river embankment, and they can also see what poison the river is.

After half an hour.

Jiangnan and Xuhai monks came to the river bank.

In the distance, the army that used to be dark, yellowed camps everywhere, indicating that they intend to station here for a long time.

Getting closer.

The barracks ahead sounded the horn.

A group of soldiers came on horses, spears in their hands, and stared at them coldly.

"Who are you? How dare you trespass into a military stronghold?"

A man who looked like a general, condescendingly, shouted coldly.

"This donor, the poor monk and his friends have traveled long distances. If they want to go to the river bank to replenish some water sources, please ask the donor to let them go."

Monk Xu Hai saluted, with a gentle tone and a gentle voice.

"Where did the stinky donkey and the sour scholar come from?"

The general snorted coldly, "Retreat quickly! Otherwise, it will be trespassing in forbidden areas, according to the law...kill without mercy!"

The monk sighed helplessly and looked at Jiangnan: "Donor, what should I do at this time?"

"What do you think, Master?"

The monk took out a pestle for conquering demons from nowhere, and said in a pitying voice, "Monks should be compassionate."

Jiangnan understood, showing approval, "A scholar should convince others with virtue."

the voice fell,
The Buddha's light shines, and the wind blows.

(End of this chapter)