Mysterious world, I can change my destiny

Chapter 107 Killing Monk, Nirvana in the Sea of ​​Blood, Uncovering the Truth of the Five Directions
The mangy head was punched half to death, and the other rogues were not pleased.

With Ji Yuan's strength and blood in the second realm of Tongmai, it is like killing chickens with a bull's knife to hold these bastards who have not yet perfected their external training.

Between a few snaps of the fingers, the strong wind howled, and the dull sound became one piece,
A group of strong and strong rogues fell down with broken tendons and bones.

"Master..."

Seeing this scene, Mrs. Lin was almost stunned.

I don't know which play this young Tiqi with strong martial arts is singing?
Just now, he and Lai Zitou called him brothers and sisters, but in a blink of an eye, he turned his back on him and knocked him to the ground!

"Miss Lin, don't blame me. If I stopped my fight just now, I would at best punish him for picking a quarrel and provoking trouble.
If the yamen punishes you lightly, you don't even need to beat the board.

After all, people hold an IOU in their hands, and it is reasonable to come to ask for debts. "

Ji Yuan smiled back and explained:
"Now these people are forcibly breaking into houses, searching for gold and silver,
To collect debts as an excuse to act as a bandit,
According to Jing Lv, no matter how much he managed to get the money out, he would be sentenced to exile, and he should be able to calm down for a few days. "

Mrs. Lin was inexplicably grateful, her eyes were red, and she didn't know what to say for a while.

Her husband didn't have a good reputation, he exploited his subordinates, flattered his superiors, and did all kinds of bad things.

After he died in the Yizhuang fire, no one came to visit him.

Now it has ended in a bleak situation where the house is falling apart and the trees are falling and the monkeys are scattered.

This is self-inflicted.

Mrs. Lin knew it in her heart.

Originally thinking of distributing the family wealth and becoming a monk, the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha died.

But he didn't expect to be blackmailed by the rogue, insisting that Father Lin owed a large amount of gambling debts, which caused this disturbance.

"Miss Lin, please find someone to report to the officials. I'll say one more thing. If you keep money in the market, you will inevitably bring disaster.

What kind of shop and property are dealt with as early as possible, and safety is more rare than wealth. "

Ji Yuan kindly reminded.

Today this matter hits the front, but it may not be the same next time.

He can't do the timely rain of Tianjing City, nor does he have the energy and ability to help the poor.

The bottom line we insist on is nothing more than seeing injustice, and drawing out our swords to help each other.

In this world, it is not easy for everyone to sweep the snow in front of their doors.

Holding the salary and raising fire for everyone requires great perseverance and more importantly, great ability.

Ji Yuan asked himself, so far he doesn't have the ability to reach the sky.

"Thank you benefactor, I have already decided to transfer the property of these shops to the bank, so that I can donate it to the Xuankong Temple in exchange for money, and entrust the Zhike monk to provide the porridge and rice for March,

Buy some thick clothes, so that the poor people living on the streets can survive the severe winter.

It can be regarded as atonement for my husband's sins! "

With tears in her eyes, Mrs. Lin first asked the old housekeeper to call a servant to report to the official, and then she was blessed, and said softly:
"I haven't asked benefactor's name..."

Ji Yuan's eyes flashed, and he smiled casually:

"Tai'anfang, Ji Jiulang, Mrs. Lin may have heard your family mention it."

discipline?Kuro?

Mrs. Lin heard it familiarly, and suddenly seemed to think of something, her face was pale, and her voice trembled:
"Grandpa... you?"

Lin Lu did often talk about it during his lifetime, saying that there was a young Tiqi in Beiya who didn't know what to do.
Surnamed Ji, ranked ninth,

He is rebellious and withdrawn, disobedient to discipline, and very troublesome.

He even got drunk once, and talked about how to design a murder and take away the position of a hundred households vacated by the other party's father.

"Miss Lin, don't worry about it. Since ancient times, people's grievances and grievances have been settled.

If I really want revenge, why bother to play this drama. "

Ji Yuan shook his head.

The hatred between him and Lin Lu was not enough to kill one person, but the whole family had to be wiped out.

What's more, this Mrs. Lin is really kind-hearted and considerate of the lonely, she is by no means a mean and poisonous woman.

Good people should be rewarded, and the world can be better.

Otherwise, what is the difference between the yang world and the yin world.

"Benefactor... repaying grievances with kindness, I am grateful."

Mrs. Lin was ashamed and bowed her head in salute.

"That's a mistake. I've always repaid grievances with sincerity and rewarded virtue with kindness. I don't like to suffer the most."

Ji Yuan smiled lightly.

Wait for the arresters from the government office to arrive quickly and take away those who are half-breathed.

He confessed a few words, then said goodbye to Mrs. Lin,
Holding Huleibao, ready to leave.

"Donor, please stay."

A low and hoarse voice drifted over.

The old monk holding the bowl who was sitting cross-legged on the ground stood up and looked at Ji Yuan who had brushed off his clothes.

The latter's heart moved, but he didn't stop, and suddenly he didn't hear it.
I took my horse and walked across the long street by myself, all the way back to the South Gate Hutong of Tai'anfang.

"Benefactor, stay here."

The old monk looked old, skinny and skinny, holding a broken bowl, like a beggar was better than a monk.

But the pace under his feet is not slow at all, slow but fast, and he has not been thrown off at all.

"Master, look at my house is bare and there are only a few broken tiles to cover my body. If you want to get alms, you should go to the rich man's house."

Ji Yuan turned around and smiled.

The first time he saw the old monk at the gate of the Lin residence, he remembered what Pei Tu had said.

Pei Silang kindly gave a bowl of hot rice, and then had to meet an eminent monk, and escaped the disaster of being killed by a human book.

Just out of caution, Ji Yuan didn't immediately use the Emperor's Dao Diagram to map his fate.

I want to test a few times to see what the other party is.

To be able to use one's own masculine essence and blood to draw amulets to suppress evil, at least one has to step into the three realms of blood exchange and accept the essence of heaven and earth to wash the marrow and cut down the bones.

"Benefactor, this old monk does not seek alms."

The skinny monk held a broken bowl and watched Ji Yuan quietly.

There seemed to be a flash of light in those cloudy and dim eyes.

"Then what is the master asking for?"

Ji Yuan raised his eyebrows and asked.

He was really curious, why would a martial arts master in the three realms of blood exchange wear tattered clothes and walk along the street for alms?
Is this also a way of practicing?
"The sea of ​​people is vast, and it is fate to meet a benefactor.

I feel that you are predestined with my Buddha, but I don't know if you have ever been a teacher?
If you worship, then it doesn't matter, the Buddhism is vast, and everyone can be accommodated. "

The old monk had no smile on his face and his tone was calm.

"The master wants to accept me as a disciple? It's a pity, I'm not clean, I don't drink or drink all day long, and I like to kill and commit crimes.

I'm afraid I can't practice Zen, can't recite scriptures, and can't enter a pure place. "

The corner of Ji Yuan's mouth curled up, and he directly refused.

He actually has no clear ill feeling towards the three veins and the six true traditions in Xuanzhou today.

It is really not interesting to just become a monk to shave and seek a positive result.

The second uncle also hoped that he would carry on the family line and glorify the lintel of the Ji family in Liaodong.

Besides, my family's fate is "Martial Arts Riding a Dragon", not "The Good Man of the Tenth World", so I have nothing to do with Buddhism.

"Just right, just right."

The old monk had thin eyebrows, his face was shaking, but he kept nodding his head, expressing great satisfaction.

"Disciple, you don't know something. As a teacher, you don't need to abstain from meat, let alone women. The best thing is that you can kill!"

This is called an apprentice, or a master?

Ji Yuan's complexion didn't change when he heard the words, but his eyes rippled.

The five senses of Tongmai Second Realm are keen, so that he caught a frightening aura from this old monk in an instant.

It is neither the compassion of the Bodhisattva who saves all living beings, nor the angry eyes of the Vajra who subdue the dragon and subdue the tiger.

It looks like a mountain of corpses, a sea of ​​blood, and an astonishing killing of bones!
The Huangtian Dao Diagram shakes its brilliance, reflecting its body!
【killing monk】

【Fate: Blood Sea Nirvana】

[Number of fate: Buddha's Heart (green), Daoist (green), Conquering Demons (green), Dragon Elephant Vigorously (green), Precepts (White), Asceticism (White), Killing Like Hemp (White)]

【Auspicious God: Five Directions Uncovering the Truth】

【Fierce God: Rakshasa Evil Ghost】

(End of this chapter)