Beauty Jianghu

Chapter 244 Protecting the Scriptures

The person following Tao Ling was Wang Jing from the Qinling Mountains.

He is one of the "Three Fierce Men" in the book.

Yi Meng is Wang Bao in the Taihang Mountains. He wields a butcher's knife. He has sworn sworn friends with Hu Liangjian and Niu Shiming and is known as the "Taihang Three Heroes". He now lives in seclusion in the Taoyuan scenic spot in the Dabie Mountains. Yang Shucheng went to look for it when he came west this time. , but I didn’t know the way, so I finally didn’t see it.

Er Meng is the king tiger in the Dabie Mountains. He wields a big iron hammer and has been subdued by Huang Xianfu.

Yang Shucheng really envies Wang Jing, the Three Fierce Men, who was conquered by Tao Ling. What a blessing it is to be able to always be with Miss Tao Ling.

Yang Shucheng stood in the dusk, watching the two people slowly go away, and soon disappeared on the other side of the mountain.

Yang Shucheng stood for a while. There was no living person around, there were dead bodies everywhere, and the pungent smell of blood floated in the air.

"She asked me to protect the monks." Yang Shucheng thought about what Miss Tao Ling said before leaving, but turned around and looked at these monks. They were all dead, piled up like a hill.

"Is there anyone alive?" Yang Shucheng thought that this peach spirit was like a fairy. Is what she said wrong?

Yang Shucheng walked to the pile of dead monks, but there was no one alive.

"Get me out quickly."

Suddenly, a voice came out among the pile of dead monks.

There was also a living one. Yang Shucheng hurriedly moved the pile of dead monks away, revealing a young monk, covered in blood, sitting cross-legged and meditating in the middle.

"Are these monks gathering together and sacrificing their lives to protect this little monk? Is this monk so important?" Yang Shucheng looked at him and thought, "Except for his bigger face, there is nothing special about him!"

The monk said: "They all died to protect me."

"Oh." Yang Shucheng asked, "Is it possible that the young master is their master and that's why they risked their lives to protect you?"

The monk said: "I am not their master, I am just the youngest monk."

Yang Shucheng looked at the only surviving little monk with confusion.

"The female donor asked you to protect me just now. Do you understand?"

Yang Shucheng regarded this peach spirit as a fairy, so of course he remembered what she said.

"I heard her say this, let me protect you."

"Then the donor must protect me."

"Yes, I will protect you." Yang Shucheng said. How could he violate the mission assigned by Miss Taoling? "My surname is Yang, and my name is Yang Shucheng."

"Donor Yang, please pull me up quickly."

Yang Shucheng pulled the monk up and asked: "Which temple does the master belong to? Why are so many Qing soldiers and Taoist Master Jin Guan coming to kill you?"

The monk said: "My name is Monk Demin. Since I asked you to protect me, I must tell the truth. A monk should not lie."

Yang Shucheng found that this monk Demin was an honest monk.

Monk Demin said: "We are from Shaolin Temple. This Taoist Priest Jin Guan and the Qing army are coming to seize the treasure "Marrow Cleansing Sutra" in our temple."

No wonder, the "Marrow Cleansing Sutra" is a martial arts treasure, but it has disappeared long ago. Who expected it to reappear in the world, but it caused great disaster to the Shaolin Temple.

Monk Demin said: "I have told the truth, so I am not afraid that you will come and snatch my Marrow Cleansing Sutra. It has been burned..."

"Then they..." Yang Shucheng asked confused.

Monk Demin put his hands together and said: "Amitabha, I have it all in my mind. However, I am not afraid that you will force me to recite it. Even if these monks die, I will not be afraid of death."

It turns out that this monk is not honest either.

Yang Shucheng said: "I don't want your Marrow Cleansing Sutra. I have the Sword of Immortality and Taiqing Qigong myself, and I haven't fully understood them yet. I just listened to Miss Tao Ling and wanted to protect you."

Yang Shucheng told the truth to reassure Monk Demin that he would never steal his "Marrow Cleansing Sutra". Only when we trust each other can we get along for a long time.

"This is good."

Yang Shucheng said: "Let's leave quickly. If Taoist Master Jin Guan comes back, I am no match for him. I'll pull you away."

Monk Demin said: "These monks died for me. I have to bury them before I can leave in peace."

Yang Shucheng said anxiously: "It will take a long time to dig a hole. Let's go."

"I won't leave." Monk Demin was very stubborn.

Yang Shucheng had no choice but to think about it and said: "On the way I came, there was a village with people inside. Let's invite the villagers to bury him."

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Yang Shucheng said: "Let's go."

He led the monk towards the east, and sure enough, after walking two miles, he saw the previous village.

When we walked into the village, it was already dusk, and the villagers were already at home, finishing their dinner and getting ready to go to bed.

Yang Shucheng knocked on the door of a house and explained his intention. Of course, they were not willing to help, so Yang Shucheng had to take out a few taels of silver.

When the villager saw the silver, he immediately agreed to help. He was afraid that Yang Shucheng would regret it, so he immediately went out and said he wanted to ask for help. Four or five villagers were soon called, each carrying a shovel.

After walking back for two miles, the monks and some corpses were still lying in the same place, and none of them had moved.

Henan Province was the place where the Qing soldiers fought against the Dashun army, and many people died. It was no surprise for these villagers to see so many corpses.

The villagers did not ask any questions. Under the guidance of Monk Demin, they found a place halfway up the hillside. They thought it was a good place to live, so they dug a hole with their shovels.

It was really easy to work with so many people, and we quickly dug a big deep hole, as deep as one person.

The villagers worked in pairs, carried the monk's body, put it into a deep pit, and then buried it with soil, forming a big grave.

The villagers have a strong sense of responsibility and planted a small pine tree next to the big grave as a mark.

The villagers left.

It was dark and dead everywhere, not even a wolf howling.

Yang Shucheng said: "Little Master Demin, now the grave has been buried according to your request, can we leave now?" He had been worried that Taoist Jinguan would come back again, so he was very anxious.

Monk Demin said: "Don't worry, I still want to recite the Nirvana Sutra and save them to the Western Paradise."

After saying that, he sat cross-legged in front of the grave, put his hands together, and chanted the sutra.

Yang Shucheng was extremely anxious, but he had no choice but to stand aside and anxiously watch the monk chanting sutras, hoping that he would finish soon.

At this time, the sky was dark, and apart from the sound of wind and insects, there was no sound of anyone. Yang Shucheng thought, it would be best for Taoist Priest Jin Guan to arrive later.

After a long meal, Monk Na Demin finally finished reciting the sutra and stood up.

"Let's go." Yang Shucheng urged.

"Okay." Monk Demin finally agreed.

"Please ask Master Demin to come to my home. My home is in the west." Yang Shucheng said.

"No." Monk Demin said, "I want to go to the Shaolin Temple in Putian, Fujian."

"Master is not coming to my house?"

"No, I have to go to Putian."

"Then why?" Yang Shucheng couldn't figure it out. Fujian was thousands of miles away from here. He didn't know what dangers he would encounter on the road. Now that the world was in chaos, how could he protect him and arrive safely?

Monk Demin explained: "In order to protect the "Marrow Cleansing Sutra" in our temple, the masters burned down the entire temple. The monks in the temple were almost dead. Before his death, the master passed the scriptures to me and asked me to take them to Putian Shaolin Temple. . Along the way, these uncles and brothers died to protect me. I must deliver the scriptures."

Yang Shucheng saw that he was resolute and was not afraid of death. Even if he was hit with a big iron rod, he would not change his mind. At the same time, he was very moved and said, "Okay, I will protect you to Putian."

Yang Shucheng thought, I won't go home. I think my home is in the mountains of Xixia County and I won't be harassed by the Qing soldiers. What's more, Zhang Yike, the leader of the Qianlong Sword Sect, and Wang Hongping's brother and sister live there. As long as they are here, nothing will happen.

What's more, the Dashun army dispersed to Hunan, and the Qing soldiers chased after them. I wonder what the situation is now? There are also He Jinhua and his daughter, and Fang Xiaoli and his daughter. They are all in Hunan. I don't trust them and want to stop by to find out the news.

Thinking of this, Yang Shucheng agreed to escort Monk Demin all the way south.

The two left the big graveyard and walked south into the mountains for more than ten miles.

At this time, it was already late at night. The two found a leeward alcove, lay down on the grass, and prepared to spend the night before setting off through the mountains tomorrow morning before dawn.

Only then did Yang Shucheng feel completely settled. After a fierce battle, in the middle of the night, Na's stomach started growling with hunger and he couldn't sleep.

Although Monk Demin knew how to recite sutras, he was still mortal and couldn't help his stomach growling.

Seeing Yang Shucheng turning over in confusion, Monk Demin said, "Go to sleep quickly. When you fall asleep, you won't feel hungry anymore."

Yang Shucheng couldn't think of anything, so he had to close his eyes and force himself to fall asleep.

But I couldn't sleep. Yang Shucheng said: "I'm going to catch a hare and roast it."

"Ok."

"You..." Yang Shucheng asked confused, "You also eat meat?"

The monks are all vegetarians and are opposed to killing animals.

Is this a fake monk?