Starting from Orion, kill a Martial Saint

Chapter 201 Warrior Monk

The night finally passed.

What is a little reassuring is that the group of cat ghosts controlled by the Blood Fire Society failed to catch up after all.

The sky was bright and before I knew it, it was noon.

And the heavy snow that had been falling all night finally stopped, but although it wasn't snowing, the weather seemed to be getting colder than the previous few days.

The biting cold wind blew on my face, but it hurt like a knife.

A group of ornately decorated carriages crushed the snow, leaving several tracks on the dirty, black snow that was frozen into icy slag, and continued to march towards Qingzhou.

"How many days will it take to get to Qingzhou?" The brocade curtain was opened, and when the warmth in the carriage came into contact with the biting air outside, it turned into a series of white mist, which was blown backwards by the wind.

"Go back to Mr. Xue!" Beside the carriage, the tired-looking strong man finally showed a hint of excitement on his face. "It will take less than three days at most! We can reach Qingzhou!"

"Can't it be faster? It will take three more days?!!"

There was a trace of anger on Xue Sheng's face. He had been fleeing in the heavy snow for a whole day and night. Now he couldn't even eat a mouthful of hot rice. Now when he heard that he had to endure it for three more days, Xue Sheng's mood at that time I couldn't control it anymore.

"Yes, brothers have been running for a day and are very tired." The strong man explained in a low voice, but his fists could not help but be clenched tightly.

If the inner city hadn't been destroyed, I would have had to rely on him if I wanted to get to Qingzhou alive. With this beast's temper, I wouldn't fucking wait for him!

But, it's better to stay under someone else's wing than to be killed by a rookie gangster, right?

The strong man murmured to himself, enlightening himself. Suddenly, his nose moved, as if he smelled something, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Is it the smell of rice soup?"

Looking in the direction from which the scent came, I saw that outside the wilderness not far away, the snow in an open space had long been cleared away, and a simple wooden shed had been erected. The shed was covered with patched rags of various colors, as if I want to use it to block the wind.

In the shed, clouds of steam were billowing out, bringing out the fragrant smell of rice soup.

In the shed, an old man and a young man, two bald men in brown monk robes, were serving porridge in the shed, and beside them, countless refugees had already gathered together.

"Don't rob.. If you don't rob, there will be others. Don't rob."

The strong man swallowed secretly, but his eyes were fixed on the iron bucket filled with rice porridge, and he could not move his eyes away at all.

After a night of fatigue and running around, the chill that penetrated his bones made him want to drink a bowl of warm rice soup unconsciously.

"Master Xue"

"Yeah." Xue Sheng's voice was still so superior.

"You go buy a bowl of porridge and bring it to me. You've been running around all day. It's time for you to rest." As he said this, Xue Sheng's red eyes burst out with a trace of hatred.

Unexpectedly, I am now stealing food from the refugees!

"Everyone rest!" The strong man's heart moved, and he passed the order to Mr. Xue. He himself took out two exquisite bowls from the carriage behind him and ran towards the porridge shed.

"Master, if you use our temple's annual rations to feed the victims, what will we eat then?"

In the porridge shed, the little monk, who was only seventeen or eighteen years old, was wearing thin clothes. He looked at the master in confusion. A gust of cold wind blew over, making the little monk's thin and thin body tremble.

Seeing the young monk's sallow appearance, the old monk smiled kindly, put the iron spoon in the porridge bucket, and smiled at the young monk and flicked his fingers.

With a snap of his fingers, golden light bounced onto the young monk's body and was absorbed instantly.

The little monk suddenly felt that his whole body was feeling hot, as if he had practiced the Vajra Kung Fu which was invulnerable to cold and heat! "Hahaha, kid, are you not cold now?" The old monk's voice was gentle. He looked at the victims not far away and sighed with compassion on his face.

"A year's rations are nothing. If I eat less, how many refugees can be saved from the fire? Maybe some people need only this ration to survive. It's hard for people to survive in this world!" The old monk obviously prefers small children. The monk touched the little monk’s head.

"But, master, can I still starve? The remaining food is enough for you to eat. My master's fasting technique is enough to last until spring. You only need to drink a little water."

"." The little monk said nothing, but he was secretly cursing in his heart.

I know you can live without grains, but if you live without grains for too long, your lifespan and cultivation will be wasted. Master is already so old.

Even if Master is a martial monk, his life span is only [-] years. But this year, Master has already passed his [-]th birthday.

How could he not worry about this?

He was adopted by his master since he was a child, and the two of them depended on each other. They were already closer than family members, and neither one could live without the other.

While the little monk was thinking secretly in his heart, an explosion suddenly sounded outside the porridge shed.

Countless refugees were instantly knocked into the air by a huge shadow. The rough and strong man was like a bull. He slammed into the body and instantly pushed away the victims who were blocking the road.

"Old bald donkey! Get some sense and get these poor beasts out of here right away! Our young master has commandeered your two pots of porridge! Do you understand?!" As he spoke, the strong man threw out a silver dime, which crackled. Hitting the ground seemed to be venting the strong man's anger.

The strong man was already full of anger, and he was worried that he had no place to vent his anger.

This group of refugees and monks was undoubtedly the best place for him to vent his emotions.

He never paid attention to these refugees.

They're just a bunch of dying beasts!

"Master! Master!" The young monk saw the old monk's kind face with bulging veins. At this moment, it turned out to be like a glaring King Kong, filled with endless pressure and anger.

"kill!"

The young monk did not persuade his master.

Boom! Amidst the explosion, countless gold and silver jewels fell from the collapsed carriage, making a crisp sound.

Xue Sheng was pressed into the snow by a huge hand with bulging veins, and the panic in his eyes almost overflowed from his eyes.

"Master! I apologize to you on behalf of my friends. Master, don't kill any more creatures! Shouldn't a monk be compassionate?"

"Boom!" As the energy and blood surged, a pile of sticky blood fell on the old monk's face.

Only then did a cheerful smile appear on the old monk's face. He looked at the corpse on the ground and spoke slowly.

"The poor monk is a warrior monk, but he cannot help but kill."

"Master is at least a strong man at Feiguan!" The little monk thought to himself, but he was somewhat used to the master's sudden violence.

The master has a heroic temperament. He has been cultivating in the temple for hundreds of years, but he still can't change his temper.

Sometimes, he even felt that his master was not like a monk, but like a hero wearing a monk's robe, punishing evil and promoting good.

"Master, what are we waiting for?"

The young monk asked with some confusion. He understood that Master came to this wilderness not just to help the victims.

"That demon monk came back to life." The old monk's face showed a trace of solemnity.

"Master, we can no longer let that monster monk continue to cause chaos in this world."

"And the benefactor whose body was taken away is probably almost here, right?"

(End of this chapter)