painting robbery

Autumn comes when a leaf falls.

Three days after the meeting between Jieyuan and Wuzhi, the headquarters of the Tantric sect traveled through the endless sandy sea, and approached the border of the immeasurable Buddhist kingdom from the south; at the same time, the members of the Suigong tribe also left their family and swaggered across Daqing as if entering a land of no one. , from the west to the border of the immeasurable Buddha kingdom.

The crisis that has not been seen in the Buddha Kingdom for a century is just around the corner!

The nineteenth ringing of the bell in the Buddha Kingdom, the three leaders dispatched troops in front of the temple and led tens of thousands of monks to go to the west and south lines to fight against Sui Palace and Tantric Buddhism on the border!

The endless yellow sand stretches as far as the eye can see, the dead trees and old vines have lost all their leaves, leaving only brown branches, like withered hands, reaching out to the sky when they are dying, hoping for rescue and liberation.

Above the sky, a round of red sun hangs high, and it quietly overlooks the earth. On the earth, besides the withered vines and old trees and the endless sand sea, there are many people laid out.

There are those of Tantric Buddhism and those of the Buddha Kingdom.

They were lying on the ground in all directions, their eyes wide open, their limbs slumped, their empty bodies without any souls, but there was still fresh blood pouring out endlessly, dyeing the yellow sand red and turning the sky round. Bloody day.

Swords and sticks, broken limbs and arms are scattered in this territory of death. When the unstoppable wind blows across the four fields, they will freeze for three minutes, wandering and lamenting these people who died in vain.

However, the voice of soldiers and armor did not stop, and ten miles away, the two camps were still sharpening their swords, ready to fight again!

The dead are already dead, and the living are still seeking death.The tragedy in the world is just like this.

"Come on cloth!"

"Boiling water!"

"Stop the bleeding and strengthen the muscles!"

Noisy voices resounded among the mountains. In the Jade Mountains on the southern border, the Buddha Kingdom designated a mountain platform as a wounded barracks. Now the two forces have fought several times, and the wounded barracks are overcrowded, full of blood and corruption. The anger rose to the sky, and the wailing and moaning were endless. The low-level disciples in gray monk robes held various healing things in their hands, walked quickly among the wounded, and tried their best to heal them.

Huisheng is also one of these low-level disciples.

He was wrapped in a special bag, in which he put things that everyone needed by category. With short legs and a basin that was almost as tall as him, he staggered to every gray-clothed disciple. Beside him, he handed things one by one, and looked down at each wounded person, and the compassion and gentleness flowed out naturally, like a silent Sanskrit singing, soothing people's hearts and eliminating pain.

One, two... When Huisheng came all the way to the side of the eighth brother, there were very few things left on his body.

The eighth brother was guarding a monk with a broken leg, his face was full of exhaustion from not resting for days.He removed the water basin with only one bottom from Huisheng's head, touched Huisheng's little bald head in a hurry, and said, "There is not enough hemostatic medicine. Go to the mountain and pull some herbs that can make hemostatic medicine and come back to make medicine. What kind of herbs do you recognize?" Can it be made into a hemostatic drug?"

Without waiting for Huisheng to answer, he took out a medicinal herb book from his pocket, tore off a few pages and handed it to Huisheng: "The herbs you want to pick are all on here. There are many wild animals in the mountains. You can drive them with you." Chongwan go, stay safe."

Huisheng nodded obediently, cleared out the remaining things in the bag and put them in the hands of his senior brother, then walked up the mountain.

The mountains are quiet, with lush vegetation and faint chirping of insects.Huisheng took the blueprint given by his senior brother and went to the humid place to find medicinal materials.When passing through a bush taller than others, the bush pierced his pocket with spikes, and the insect repellent pills in the pocket rolled from the breach into the soil.The worms and snakes hiding in the leaves and plants began to emerge, staring at the small body that was struggling ahead like a rare delicacy.

The thorn bushes high above your head are too difficult to walk!

After Huisheng managed to pass through it, he let out a long breath at the shallow stream in front of him, and then noticed the green-branched purple-veined grass growing under the rocks beside the stream.

Green Branch Purple Vein, Purple Blood Grass, one of the raw materials of hemostatic medicine!

The child's eyes lit up, and he stepped forward quickly.

The insects and snakes among the blades of grass decided the winner at this time.A golden krait stood out from the crowd, spitting out a snake letter, and walked all the way to Huisheng's side. When it saw the timing of squatting down, it shot down with an arrow!

"Snapped"!

Huisheng, who was pulling up the medicinal herbs, turned his head in a daze, and saw a string of Buddhist beads falling beside his feet, and a golden krait several feet long lay under the beads.Strange to say, the snake was obviously much longer than the prayer beads, but no matter how it shook its head and tail, it couldn't get rid of the prayer beads that gently fell to the ground.

With a feeling in his heart, he raised his head again and looked at the other side of the stream, where the vegetation was shaking.

The sky is blue and the mountains are green, and the solitary light clears itself.

A young monk dressed in white came slowly from the mountains.

For some reason, when Huisheng saw it, joy flowed from his heart, like a bird chirping, a spring water jingling, or a flower blooming in an instant.His cheeks were full of joy, and he folded his palms together in salute: "Amitabha, little monk Huisheng, what is the name of my brother?"

Wuzhi also joins ten together.

There are thousands of mountains and rivers in this farewell, and this time looking back seems like a hundred years.

Countless pasts turned into auspicious feathers, flying away before his eyes, joys and sorrows, and finally combined into one sentence.

"Amitabha, my name is Wuzhi."

"Where did you become a monk? Why did you appear in the Jade Mountain? I came here with my master. Too many brothers have been injured in the past two days. I came to the mountain to pick some herbs for my brothers..."

Lang Lang's childish voice echoed in the mountains, and Huisheng told his newly-acquainted brothers what had happened these days with a hammer and a stick. With even more admiration.

Sitting on the rock by the stream, Wuzhi, who had been smiling all the time, changed his face slightly, bypassing the words "first place of precepts", and said to Huisheng: "Since you came to the mountain to find something to stop bleeding, do you know a way? Snake gallbladder is born, it is ground into powder, and mixed with purple vein grass, the effect of promoting muscle growth and hemostasis is more significant."

At this time, the golden ring snake was still pressed to the ground by the Buddhist beads.

It seemed to understand Wuzhi's words. Pressed by the Buddha beads, its body that was obediently lying on the ground struggled again, and even the hissing sound became urgent and fierce.

Huisheng was surprised.

He looked down at the Golden Ring Snake for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Senior brother is injured, I am willing to replace it with my body. But the Buddha said that all living beings are equal, and the snake is also innocent."

He bent down, pinched the Golden Ringed Snake seven inches with one hand, picked up the Buddhist beads with the other, and raised his palm to the snake: "Amitabha, the snake benefactor is invited."

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand and threw the golden krait far away.Then he turned around and returned the beads to Wuzhi.

"Brother, your things."

Wuzhi raised his hand and took the beads.

A string of Buddhist beads, holding hands together.

Memories belonging to the past come to mind before the owner is ready.

It was still the same hands, which used to smash a snake to death viciously with a stone, then took out the snake gall, mixed it with herbs, and applied it thickly on a wound.

Wuzhi thought that he had forgotten the feeling at that time, but the wound that had healed for an unknown period of time seemed to be burning with pain at this time, accompanied by Wuyu's slightly rough movements at that time, and the medicinal herbs mixed with snake gall The weird taste also reappeared in his senses.

Then he turned his eyes.

Brother has come back.

Yesterday is gone, today is still there, and there are countless days to come.

Wuzhi stared at Huisheng and told himself so.

In a blink of an eye, the twilight is all together.

During the whole day, Huisheng stayed on the mountain, and under the guidance of his new brother, he found all the herbs he needed.

When it was time to say goodbye, Huisheng walked down the mountain with a full bag and baskets weaved temporarily on the mountain to hold medicinal herbs.There was a deep reluctance on his face, and before he was about to leave, he pestered Wu Zhi for a long time and asked if he would show up again tomorrow.

...but he left anyway, away from me.

Return to the Buddhist kingdom, and return to his master.

"This meeting finally came true as a dream, but the dream is different from reality after all, does Shizun think so?"

An abrupt voice resounded in the mountain, Jie Yuan paced lightly, and appeared a few steps away from Wuzhi without warning.

Wuzhi stood silent for a moment, then turned to Jieyuan: "I never expected to see Mr. here."

Jie Yuan said softly: "On a whim, I came here for a walk."

Wuzhi said: "It's better to meet by chance than to invite each other. Since Mr. saw the scene just now, I wonder if you can teach me?"

Jie Yuan said: "It's not difficult at all, it just depends on whether Shi Zun can make up his mind..." He paused for a while, and without waiting for Wuzhi to answer, he asked with a smile, "Except for the head of the precepts, no one will take care of this little boy now. Take it to heart, if Shizun sees the right time, kills the head of precepts, rescues Huisheng in the midst of chaos, arranges Huisheng in a certain paradise, and nurtures him carefully. After many years, the person in front of him must be like a dream Dream, everything can be set right. Shi Zun thinks, isn't it?"

No wisdom but no words.

But Jieyuan's words fell into his heart like a seed, and it was supported by an unknown power. In the blink of an eye, it took root and sprouted, and grew into a big tree, which was unshakable!

"Yeah!"

Far away from Tantric Buddhism, in a small teahouse in the Loess Dongshi City, the gavel slapped, and the storyteller let out a sob.

"Mentors, I just said that the demon master of that generation was named Jieyuan. He was eight feet tall, with three heads and six hands. He breathed fire from his throat and was full of treacherous schemes! He destroyed Fengdu, flattened the northern border, and came to the Daqing Dynasty in a blink of an eye! One night, he turned into a woman and sneaked into the Daqing Palace..."

The people who heard the book were dissatisfied, and shouted: "How can an eight-foot-tall monster pretend to be a woman without being discovered?"

The storyteller said with a smile: "The devil's mysterious skills are profound, and he penetrates people's hearts. There is a 'other mind'. In the eyes of others, he is lustful, so he is lustful. But he turns into a woman. Anyone who has this kind of heart can't see that he is a peerless beauty. After looking at Qingcheng, then looking at Qingguo, this beauty passed all the way and came to Emperor Xuande. Since Emperor Xuande was rich in Daqing, he wanted to take all the treasures of the world into his arms. That night, Emperor Xuande decided to visit the beauty. But when he got between the beds, Emperor Xuande touched it with his hand, wow, how heavy is this beauty's breathing like a bellows! How can this beauty's arms run like horses! When the beauty smiles, the blood splatters, and the guards outside only hear a sound from inside the room Exclaimed, when he rushed in with a weapon, he saw that Emperor Xuande had separated his body and head, standing proudly in the room, what a peerless beauty, he was clearly the Demon King of Hell—”

It was just that there was a sudden thunder in the sky, the wind and clouds were surging, the color of the sky and the earth changed instantly, and raindrops came one after another.

The tea drinkers were taken aback by Xiao Xiao, and immediately urged the storyteller to continue the story.

After the storyteller finished speaking, he was not in a hurry, picked up his teacup, and drank tea to moisten his mouth.

The little boy who was guarding the storyteller immediately took the small bowl and walked around among the tea guests.The tea drinkers were not stingy either. The coppers fell into the bowl and jingled.

Only Du Jingxian who was sitting in the corner, when the little bowl came in front of him, he flicked his sleeves and stood up first.

Poor ghost, even a penny is not willing to give a reward, listening to my father's story for nothing!

Xiaotong pouted secretly, and found that the poor ghost who was reluctant to give a reward seemed to be going outside, and immediately winked at the owner of the tea stall, implying that the stall owner hid the bamboo hats prepared for the guests, so as not to shelter the poor ghost from the rain.

The stall owner received the wink and kicked him, and was kicked into the cover by the bamboo hat.

And all this fell into the eyes of Yan Zhenci outside the tea stand.

He left from Jieyuan, traveled all the way here, and just found Du Jingxian, when he happened to hear the storyteller telling a story, he was angry and funny for a while.

You arrange the master like this, and you still think that his avatar can give you a reward?

Fortunately, it is not the right owner here.If the Lord is here, maybe——

Think about the words and words.

Maybe I will arrange myself with you.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile again.When looking at Xiang Du Jingxian again, he thought of the words Jie Yuan said:

"Although this person is extremely smart, he is not a person who is good at dancing and has a deep understanding of the world..."

Well, from this point of view, it is indeed not like a long-sleeved dancer who is well versed in the world.

But still - so cute.

Yan Zhenci's footsteps are as brisk as his heart, and he strolls forward, leaning his umbrella over Du Jingxian.

There is rain outside the umbrella, and people under the umbrella.

Du Jingxian raised his eyes to look at the sky, his eyes were moistened by the rain.

Yan Zhenci standing next to him seemed to see the water in his eyes turn, and before he could look carefully, a line of whispers had already sounded in the misty mist and rain:

"The blood rain has arrived... Ah Ci, you are here."