East China Sea dust

Ao Zhan looked at the three monks who were tied side by side to the thick tree trunk in front of him, his gaze was very complicated for a moment.

The three of them were wearing brown monk robes and cassocks, a string of Buddhist beads hung around their necks, their foreheads were shiny and their ring scars were burnt. It was not difficult to confirm their identities as Buddhist disciples.

Ao Dingbo is a restless and rambunctious person, and now he feels that he has done a good thing for his elder brother, and he can't wait to jump up on the spot, pacing around Ao Zhan with excitement on his face.

The red dragon had the intention of revealing its original shape, the two dragon horns burning with fireworks loomed in front of its forehead, and the originally dark pupils were gradually dyed bright red, staring at Ao Zhan twinkling, and the arc of the corner of the mouth could not be suppressed at all .

"Brother, how are you?" Ao Dingbo pretended to be deep, and raised his hand to touch his chin: "Just now when I came out of Luoqian Town, I saw three bald donkeys passing by, and followed them all the way to a secluded place to make sure everything was safe. If you are willing to do anything, wipe them all out."

"Heh," Ao Dingbo walked up to Ao Zhan, and spat at the three of them, "You can't overestimate yourself."

Not seeing the weirdness in Ao Zhan's expression, Ao Dingbo took credit for himself: "How is it? Brother, these three bald donkeys escaped for a while, but in the end they didn't throw themselves into the trap."

At this time, the three were still in a coma, their backs were close to the tree trunk, and they were tied together by rattan.

Zhang Qinglan bypassed the sea pawn guards and walked forward, squatted down in front of the tree to check one by one, only then did she realize that things were not that simple: "This is not Xuanlan."

Ao Dingbo was taken aback when he heard the words, and blurted out: "How is it possible?!" The original blood suddenly cooled down.

Although he had never seen the face of that monk, but the three of them formed a group and sneaked around Luoqian Township. They did not know what their intentions were, and all the details could be matched... How could it not be that those few disappeared in the mountains for no reason? suspicious bald donkey.

After a while, Ao Dingbo came to his senses. Seeing the young man's back, he frowned and rushed forward, grabbing him by the shoulder: "You little thief, don't talk nonsense, who knows if you're lying, Help them cover."

Zhang Qinglan was pulled up by him, staggered a few steps back, and shook her head helplessly: "I am not lying, this is indeed not Xuanlan."

"The style of monk's robe on his body is the same as that of Jinglian Temple. Maybe it is a few young monks who came out of the temple to beg for alms."

Originally standing behind the crowd, Ao Zhan raised his hand slightly to signal the sea soldiers to get out of the way.

Seeing that Ao Dingbo was not convinced, Ao Zhan stepped forward and rubbed his younger brother's head: "It is true that Xuanlan is not bald among the three."

Zhang Qinglan took a step to the side, intentionally hiding behind Ao Zhan, and cast an innocent look at Ao Dingbo with his probe.

The young and energetic Dragon King of the South China Sea suddenly turned into a frost-beaten eggplant and withered.

At this moment, a monk captured by Ao Dingbo woke up slowly from his coma, and wanted to raise his hand to rub the back of his aching neck, only to find that his hands and feet were bound by vines, and the brothers on both sides Not sober yet.

Looking at the group of menacing and strangely dressed people in front of him, the monk was shocked: "Who are you?"

"Hey," Ao Dingbo crossed his arms and said in a bad mood, "We should ask you this."

"You monks have nothing to do during the day, instead of chanting scriptures and Buddha, why do you appear and disappear in a dead town?"

The young monk looked young, and he was probably an honest person who was not good at arguing with others. When he heard Ao Dingbo's irrational words, he bit back, and immediately blushed: "Poor monk, poor monk just went to Luoqian Town to save the dead, and No malice."

"Why is it that God... has disappeared?"

The monk struggled a few times, the sun was scorching, and soon a layer of sweat covered his forehead: "Why did you kidnap people for no reason?"

Ao Dingbo looked suspicious, and hummed softly: "One-sided words, who knows whether what you say is true or not."

The monks have a mild temper. When they saw that they couldn't get rid of the cane in front of them, they stopped their movements, and let the sweat drip down their chins to their fronts. In the end, they just bowed their heads and recited "Amitabha".

"If the benefactor doesn't believe it, the poor monk still has the magic weapon and the scriptures used for salvation," the monk shook his head: "You can take them out, and after reading it, you will know that what the poor monk said is true."

Obviously Ao Dingbo was the culprit of the kidnapping, but now he has turned into a monk who is tirelessly defending... Zhang Qinglan stood behind Ao Zhan and could see clearly. Or the monk was too honest.

Ao Dingbo ordered Haizu to stand by, and with the serious eyes of his eldest brother, he walked slowly to the monk, and took out a few scripture scrolls with yellowed corners from the cloth bag hanging beside him. There is also a bunch of incense sticks and a few mottled copper bells.

Ao Dingbo couldn't help muttering a few words because he didn't understand much about the Buddhist artifacts, and then he stood up and walked towards Ao Zhan.

I took the scripture scroll from Ao Dingbo, and on the paper was written a full version of the "Ksitigarbha Sutra" in ink mixed with gold sand. The copper bell and incense sticks are probably also the utensils needed for the practice.

It is not different from what the monk said.

Ao Dingbo was signaled by Ao Zhan, and immediately asked people to untie the rattan tied around the monk's hands and feet, glanced at the remaining two monks who were still in a coma, and quickly asked: "What happened in the town?" ?”

"Amitabha..." The monk stood up, lowered his eyes worriedly, looked at the brothers on both sides, and then shook his head: "The poor monk doesn't know much."

"Half a month ago, the abbot of the temple came back from Yunyou with a panicked expression. He said that there were countless casualties in the town next door, so he quickly sent his disciples to Luoqian Town to rescue people."

"But when we arrived in a hurry, we found that the people in the town had turned into mummified corpses," the young monk said with compassion in his eyes, "We don't know what happened in this town."

"I can only come to chant scriptures every day to save the dead."

Zhang Qinglan listened intently, and frowned slightly: "It means that these corpses have not appeared for a long time, and it happened to happen half a month ago..."

Deliberately lowering her voice, Zhang Qinglan leaned closer to Ao Zhan's ear: "It really has something to do with the magic circle in Luliao Mountain?"

Ao Zhan pondered for a moment, his expression was unpredictable, and his eyes fell on the stack of scriptures.

"Forgive Yuanzang for taking the liberty." Seeing that no one made a sound at this time, the monk looked around the guards all around without leaving a trace, and asked doubtfully, "I don't know why you all came to Luoqian Town?"

Ao Dingbo hissed, he was used to being domineering all the way, but at this moment he was at a loss for words, his head was empty, and he couldn't make up any reason.

Zhang Qinglan reacted faster, took a step forward before Ao Dingbo could speak, and bowed to Yuanzang: "We were servants of the neighboring county government, and were sent by the county magistrate to hunt down a group of bandits."

"Passing by Luoqian Town temporarily, I noticed a strange scene in it, so I wanted to investigate it. I was offended just now, so please don't blame me, little master."

When he spoke, the young man's expression was too upright and awe-inspiring, and he opened his mouth with deceitful words, with a look of righteousness and confidence, he immediately frightened Yuanzang into a daze, and soon believed Zhang Qinglan's nonsense.

Yuan Zang saw a group of people around them holding weapons and describing purges, they really looked like yamen servants, and Zhang Qinglan looked sincere, and his words were well-founded, nodded and said: "It's easy to say."

Ao Dingbo was speechless, gasped in his heart, stayed where he was for a while, not knowing what to do.

Ao Zhan on the side was already familiar with the strangeness, and silently cast the spell, quietly transforming the clothes on the sea soldiers into a unified standard, and transformed into a few tall horses after the cover of the dense forest, and asked people to lead the horses to the tree.

Helping Yuanzang to help the two sleeping brothers onto the horse, Zhang Qinglan said softly, "I wonder which temple the little master worships in? If you don't mind, we can send him back to express our apology."

Yuan Zang was unsuspecting, he was originally an honest character, now seeing the gentle smile on the young man's face, he forgot most of Ao Dingbo's rude words and deeds just now.

"Thank you, benefactor." Yuanzang took his scripture and bronze bell from the guard at the side, and stuffed it back into the cloth bag: "We came here from the Jinglian Temple behind the two mountains."

Ao Zhan stretched out his hand to stop Ao Dingbo who was about to step forward, and said in a deep voice, "It's okay, the time has not come, so there is no need to startle the snake."

With Ao Zhan's acquiescence, the group set off in a mighty way.

Zhang Qinglan walked beside Yuanzang and had a polite conversation with him. During the period, she seemed to turn her head inadvertently, and glanced at Ao Zhan who was walking behind her out of the corner of her eye.

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After turning over two low hills, after a while, Jinglian Temple gradually appeared in front of people's eyes, and it was only half a mile away.

Yuanzang's senior brother woke up in the middle of the journey, sat on the horseback and listened to the explanation with a look of astonishment, and then dismounted and walked.Before he was halfway through the journey, he was already surrounded by the young man, knowing everything and talking endlessly.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Zhang Qinglan said casually: "By the way, there is one more thing. I want to ask some masters for advice."

Looking at the temple that was getting closer in front of him, the young man lowered his eyes, deliberately concealing the glint that flashed in his eyes.

When the people walking beside him heard what Zhang Qinglan said, they nodded quickly, signaling to him that it was okay.

Sensing Ao Zhan's scorching gaze on her body behind her, Zhang Qinglan's hands covered by her sleeves were lightly clenched into fists, hanging down by her side.

Soon, Zhang Qinglan turned her head to look at Yuanzang, and asked gently: "I wonder if there is a master named 'Xuanlan' in your temple?"

"Before next month, I was helped by him. I have been trying to find that master. I would like to thank him face to face. If all the little masters know him, please help spread the word."

Yuanzang kept walking, when he suddenly heard the name from the young man's mouth, he was stunned for a moment: "If it's just like this, then naturally it is incumbent..."

Zhang Qinglan didn't let go of this detail, her pupils shrank slightly, and her knuckles turned white.The closer it was to Jingren Temple, the calmer the atmosphere became, the more turbulent it was.

However, unexpectedly, after a while, the three of them shook their heads one after another.Yuanzang looked at Zhang Qinglan with a bit of confusion, and finally said hesitantly:

"But...there is no such person in the temple, so how do we spread the news?"