Weird World of Immortality

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The cries in the square gradually disappeared, Yuanhui wiped away her tears, he picked up the dead old monk, and walked outside the Buddha Hand Square without looking at the two old monks standing beside him.

"Stop!" One of the old monks with a serious face said solemnly, "You can leave if you want, but keep Junior Brother Huixuan."

The one who spoke was the first firewood in the Hall of Discipline.

It's just that Yuanhui was unreasonable, and he continued to move forward.

Burning Wood showed anger and wanted to take action, but another old monk beside him sighed and said, "Junior Brother Huixuan regards the Great Buddha Temple as his home, and I think he hopes to be buried in the Great Buddha Temple after his death. Is it really okay for you to take him like this?"

This is the first seat of the Prajna Hall, Burning Sadness.

Yuan Hui trembled for a while, he turned to look at the head of the two big Buddhist temples, he took another look at the poor old man with blood all over his mouth and nose, and his always gloomy face became a little grim, "He is the head of this place, but How did you kill him?"

Both Ranmu and Ranbei are silent. They are indeed responsible for Huixuan's death. Brother Huixuan has always been kind-hearted and devoted himself to cultivating Buddhahood. The things of the past should not be left to him.

Yuanhui looked down at the deceased master. He didn't want to keep the master here, but he also knew that even if the Great Buddha Temple did this to the master, the master would definitely be willing to stay here.

His grief came from it, but he still put the master on the ground.

He looked at Ranmu and Ranbei, thinking of the master who had just died, and the deceased Yuanhua juniors, and the anger that had been suppressed burst out, "Om mani Padme Hum, who the **** is Padme Hum! "

He let out a desolate and frantic grin and left.

Huanmu was trembling with anger, and once again wanted to make a move to keep Yuanhui behind.

Ranbei just flicked the large monk's robe lightly and shook his head.

Ranmu glared at Ranbei who stopped him, "Senior brother, he insulted..."

"Amitabha, have you forgotten Junior Brother Huixuan's last wish?" Ran said with a sigh.

Huanmu was silent and had no intention of making another move. Huixuan's only last wish was to hope that they would not be in trouble.

Otherwise, Yuanhui is a little junior, how could they allow him to be so presumptuous?

"Is it appropriate to just let him leave like this?" Huanmu said solemnly, "He knew about it."

"What's wrong?" Ranbei said, "Junior Brother Huixuan will not betray the Great Buddha Temple, he won't know what he should know, let him go."

Burning wood came to understand, even if Yuanhui knew about this matter, as long as he didn't know which disciples were in the small Buddhist temple, the impact would not be too big.

At most, I just went out and slandered the Great Buddha Temple. Burning Wood nodded, and I could endure it.

It's just that they didn't expect to let go of this monk named Yuanhui, and the consequences would be even more terrible than the former traitor.

Since then, there has been an angry crazy monk in the Dafo Temple. He wandered between the villages. He insulted the Dafo Temple with vicious words and was almost beaten to death by the believers, but every time he survived, and gradually, people found that, A group of people gathered around the mad monk, who also followed the mad monk and scolded the Great Buddha Temple.

Anger is like a contagious plague. Once the fire of a single star burns, it will gradually become a prairie prairie, and it will be difficult to stop it.

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Spring has come to an end, but the weather in Jingdu is still cool.

Baozifang is one of the granaries in Jingdu, and the streets here are full of rice shops.

The rice shop here is aimed at the middle and lower class people in Jingdu. The profit is not high, but it is better than small profits but quick turnover.

Also because of the large sales volume, a truckload of grain is pulled to the front of the rice shop to unload every day. This kind of work requires a lot of coolies to do.

The coolies are tall and strong, with bare brass-like statures, carrying bags of rice from the wooden truck into the store's warehouse, which has become the most common unloading scene in the rice store.

Chenji Rice Shop occupies a street, and all the rice shops on the street belong to it. It is the top rice shop in Baozifang. The business is booming. .

However, Chen Ji Mi Xing also has high requirements for coolies, and coolies with poor physical strength cannot be selected by Mi Xing.

The coolies of Chen Ji Mihang were taller and stronger than those of other rice shops. These tall and sturdy coolies sweated like rain, put two or three bags of rice on their backs, and carried them into the warehouse.

Among the group of tall and sturdy coolies, there was a man who always stood out from the crowd. He was a head taller than those coolies, and he had a long beard like a halberd on his face.

When he was working, he was taciturn and could carry four or five bags of rice into the warehouse every time.

He is Lao Yan.

The coolies admire Lao Yan, not only because Lao Yan works hard, but also because Lao Yan is very loyal and often lends his hard-earned wages to some struggling coolies.

Even though those coolies may not be able to pay the money, Lao Yan has never urged anyone to pay back the money, and whoever has something to ask Lao Yan for help, Lao Yan will help as much as he can.

The coolies only knew that Lao Yan was not a native of Jingdu, he came from another place.

But where it came from, no one knows.

Lao Yan came to Jingdu alone and became a little coolie of Mi Xing.

After unloading a carload of rice, the coolies were able to rest beside the store.

Lao Yan wiped the sweat from his face with his hands, and his falcon-like eyes raised his head slightly.

The sky is high.

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After trying many times, the unwilling princes finally gave up on inviting Zhou Fan, the Hanbei Daoist, and UU Reading www.uukanshu.com never sent invitations to disturb Zhou Fan.

Of course, Zhou Fan didn't care about this trivial matter. His mind was focused on two things, the old Chaos Demon Art and Hanbei Dao's suppression of thieves.

He was able to formulate a plan to exterminate the snow thieves with the help of the followers of the Little Silk Daxian Sect.

Warriors often walk around in the wild, no matter how well hidden the Thirteen Thieves are, there will still be some traces left.

It doesn't mean that all the warriors are followers of the Daxian Sect, but the followers of the Daxian Sect are mixed in the world of warriors, and their news is better than that of the scouts from the Yiluan Division, plus the advantage of the number of people...

Zhou Fan wanted to know the whereabouts of the Thirteen Thieves. All he needed to do was issue an oracle, and every day, countless believers would pray to the little fairy to gather clues.

After Divine Spark dealt with these clues, even if the whereabouts of the Thirteen Thieves were uncertain, they would change their lair every once in a while, and Zhou Fan knew their whereabouts very well.

As long as you can confirm the whereabouts of these snow thieves, and then concentrate your efforts to eliminate them one by one, it will not be difficult.

On the Hanbei Road, there is news support from Zhou Fan, and a vigorous anti-piracy operation has been carried out.

Of course, the Hanbei Daoist also knew in his heart that snow thieves were inexhaustible, and even if the Thirteen Thieves were all wiped out, new Thirteen Thieves would appear.

But it only takes a while to be stable for a while. When the new thirteen thieves appear, and then the army is destroyed, with the little fairy godhead, it will not take a lot of effort and pay a great price to destroy the snow thieves as before.