Buddhist master [Quick Transmigration]

The fire in the city spread across the streets, climbed over the roofs, and burst out from the densely packed doors and windows of mansions, like monsters swallowing smoke and clouds.

People pass by the street from time to time, there are half/body burning people, horses and well-trained soldiers, old people who walk slowly step by step, and children who still don't know the world and play.

Wuzheng pricked up his ears to listen to the cries for help, entered the sea of ​​flames and carried the people out one by one. Those who were slightly injured put them in a car, and asked the driver to transport them out of the city when the car was full; By the woodless pool, Murong Bai whispered softly to comfort the injured, and when they were coaxed into unconsciousness, those who could be saved were given medicine, and those who were not were stabbed.

In fact, even with medicine, these helpless people may not be able to survive.People who do good deeds just want peace of mind.

Murong Bai was half kneeling on the ground, the carefully selected purple robe was stained with blood and charcoal, the original appearance could no longer be seen.His face was also stained with dust. Although he still maintained a smile, he couldn't hold it anymore.

He couldn't see blood by nature, so he almost passed out amidst so many wounded patients, but firstly, the burnt wounds were not as obvious as before, and secondly, he was the only one here, so he could barely continue to save and kill people.

If he does this, he may not be able to get any affirmation.The wounded rescued by him were grateful to him, but also afraid of him, wishing to stay as far away from him as possible, for fear of being stabbed in the throat by him.

They knew that Murong Bai was trying to save the seriously injured from suffering, but they couldn't help but be afraid of such a ruthless sharp swordsman, as if normal people had to hesitate when doing the right and cruel things, and missed the best time. In vain for a good person.

Murong Bai didn't bother arguing with them, he had more important things to do, Wu Zheng moved very quickly, he had to go all out to treat every wounded person sent by the other party in time.

By the way, those people worshiped Wuzheng as a real god.

He thought that Wu Zheng also had a hypocritical side, he did the heroic act of saving people from the fire himself, and left all the bad things of saving people and killing people to him.

But what can be done?He couldn't jump into the burning house and pull the desperate people out. It was his job to stand here and decide who to save and kill.

"...Doctor...I..." The last injured person was burnt all over, and the wound oozes fluid, which is as sticky as blood to the touch.With his last breath, he tried his best to form a few words with his tongue that was no longer in control, and wanted to ask something.

Murong Bai reached out to stroke his forehead, guessed what he was going to do, smiled at him: "It's okay, you can live."

The wounded man smiled in relief, his eyes turned in another direction, but his tongue could no longer speak, and he could only make some gurgling sounds.Murong Bai followed his gaze, and found a little girl sitting in a car with minor injuries, looking towards this side in panic.

He said: "Your daughter will go to Dadu soon. When you recover from your injury, you can reunite with her. Please cooperate and I will give you medicine."

The injured made a firm response, and slowly closed his eyes.

Murong Bai stared at his trembling eyelids, picked up the short knife, and cut the opponent's throat with one knife, cutting off the opponent cleanly.

"Xiaobai." At this time, Wuzheng rushed back, wiped the sweat from his brow, and said pantingly, "I've checked, there should be no one there. Let's go further north!"

Murong Bai said: "It's not necessary. There are not many survivors here, and the fire in the north will start sooner, and now the damned ones are all dead."

Wu Zheng was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head: "You are right."

Seeing the dead man with a peaceful expression beside Murong Bai, he couldn't help clenching his fists: "If I move faster..."

Murong Bai said: "It is impossible for someone to move faster than you, it is their luck to meet you."

Wu Zheng looked up at Murong Bai, not understanding why the other party could say such comforting words, obviously the other party was the instigator of all this, but at this moment the other party was more like a simple lucky person, sympathizing with the unfortunate.He asked: "Murong Bai, do you still think what you did was right?"

"When they are reborn as human beings, they will be a hundred times happier than they are today." Murong Bai helped up the few surviving seriously injured people, put them in the car, and watched them slowly leave the burning city.

"They were very happy in the first place. If there was no fire, they would have coffin books, vines, and the grandfather at home. Even if life is difficult, the family will have a little happiness when they are together."

"Small happiness?" Murong Bai turned his head, speaking with sarcasm, "Ji Wuzheng, do you think you know them well? Let me tell you, what these people usually talk about is complaining about the unfairness of the sky and the government taking them away." I complained about the greed of the hawkers, and complained that my family members ate too much. I personally asked such people what their wishes were, and they said that they hoped that someone would change the dynasty and drive away these moths and beasts. I just fulfilled their wishes. "

Wu Zheng said: "They don't know what they want at all..."

"Then you know?!" Murong Bai sneered and interrupted Wuzheng, holding a bloody dagger against Wuzheng's throat, his chest heaving violently, "Ji Wuzheng, you don't know what they want What. Maybe they actually like their life, but maybe they want me to cheat, how do you know you must be right?"

Wu Zheng stared at Murong Bai Wuxia's face, and suddenly overlapped this face with another different but equally charming face.

His throat moved slightly, and just as he was about to say something, he suddenly heard a loud noise, followed by screams not far away.

He turned his head in astonishment, and saw a group of soldiers in different costumes coming on horseback holding torches, and the carriage carrying the wounded had fallen to the side of the road. On fire.Someone must have thrown a torch into the battered wagon just now.

He ignored the conversation with Murong Bai, rushed to the front of the carriage like a gust of wind, pulled out the people inside, and extinguished the fire on his body for them.

During this time, soldiers in different costumes were already standing beside them, surrounding Wu Zheng and the wounded.

They said: "I didn't expect such a master to be hidden in Yuecheng."

Wu Zheng didn't want to conflict with them, he bowed his head and said, "Masters, I have nothing to do with Yuecheng, I just can't see others suffering like this, please do me a favor and let us go."

The wounded surrounded him, shivering like chicks, and occasionally looked at the soldiers with hatred.

Seeing these gazes, the soldiers knew they couldn't let them go, and they didn't dare to underestimate Wu Zheng, so they raised their spears cautiously, exchanged winks, and planned to attack together.Even if he couldn't kill this expert, he could still kill many wounded.

They didn't bother to kill most of the fleeing residents, they were just afraid; but these wounded who had escaped death had learned hatred, and they couldn't let these people go away to plant seeds.

Wuzheng could see their purpose, and he felt helpless.It's easy to kill the opponent's gun here, but he can't protect these wounded for a lifetime.Taking ten thousand steps back, even if he saves these people, there will always be people he can't save.

He may be a superman, but this matter must be done by the president.

He looked at Murong Bai, who looked at him expressionlessly and shook his head.

Wuzheng mouthed to him, please.

Murong Bai's face was ugly, he took out his token and threw it here forcefully.

The golden nanmu token fell on the carbon-deposited ground and was almost picked up by Mars. Fortunately, a soldier picked it up. He was shocked when he saw the token and showed it to his colleagues. Everyone got off their horses and knelt down towards Murong Bai at the same time.

Murong Bai looked at these people, took a deep breath and said, "Send them to the city gate. Don't report this matter to the higher-ups if no one mentions it, understand?"

The soldiers said in unison: "Yes!"

The author has something to say: the daily life of Wuzheng and Xiaobai

Wu Zheng: Xiaobai Xiaobai, can you $&&%...%#...?

Xiaobai: No, get out!

Wuzheng: Please.

Xiaobai: I really can't help you.