Han Wan and Xie Mingcheng looked at each other and decided with a clear mind. Han Wan was afraid that he would suddenly get sick, so she took a piece of Ganoderma lucidum with his thumb and ate it into her mouth.

The clothes had been changed long ago. Han Wan was wearing a gray medium-length windbreaker and jeans from her previous life. Xie Mingcheng was wearing a black long windbreaker that Han Wan had made for him before. The two of them wrapped their heads and faces with white silk cloth, leaving only their eyes outside. They wanted to use black cloth, but there was no space.

Xie Mingcheng held the knife, Han Wan turned on the flashlight and handed it over to him. She took out her cell phone, turned on the flashlight, and hugged Xie Mingcheng and flashed out of the space.

The phone was filled with the sound of firecrackers, which was recorded by Han Wan during the Chinese New Year.

Outside, thousands of people gathered together to form a circle with knives and torches in their hands. In the middle are four people tied to wooden stakes, and hundreds of people are tied to kneel on the ground.

The four people tied to the wooden stake were Master Minghong, his seventh disciple Xuanneng and his younger disciple Xuanpu, and another man had a high eyebrows and deep eyes, a dark face, a bald head, and a beard covering half of his face, which was a typical Indian monk.

The people who were kneeling were all bald and wearing monk's robes.

A dozen piles of bright firewood were burning around them.

Master Minghong and the Indians looked calm, and they closed their eyes and were thinking something. Xuanneng, who was in his thirties, looked at his death as if he was home, staring ahead. Xuanpu's little shakimi, who was only eleven years old, was frightened and murmured "Master".

Suddenly, two people and two strong lights that soared into the sky appeared in front of Master Minghong, and then a "crackling" sound. The person in front saw the people and lights appearing out of thin air, and suddenly heard a harsh sound. He was so scared that he stepped back and looked at the two people at a loss.

The people behind could not see people, but could see the sudden strong light, and were shocked by the strange sound, which was frightened.

There is only a "crackling" sound between heaven and earth.

The monks who were kneeling all showed happy expressions. The gods came to save them.

Xie Mingcheng cut off the ropes of Master Minghong, Xuanpu and Xuanneng in turn.

Master Minghong pointed at the Indians, and Xie Mingcheng cut off his rope again.

"What should I do?" Xie Mingcheng asked Master Minghong a little while. He had no way to take all these people away, and he could not even bring Xuanneng and Xuanpu.

Master Minghong ignored Xie Mingcheng and said to Han Wan, "You will disappear immediately."

The old charlatan made them disappear, and he must have his thoughts. Han Wan didn't think much about it, hugged Xie Mingcheng and flashed into the space.

People and light, the sound suddenly disappeared, and those people were even more frightened.

They only knelt on God and not on any Gods or people, and did not kneel down, but just stared blankly ahead, which was incredible. The kneeling monks kowtowed, hoping that the gods would appear again to take them out of danger.

Master Minghong took a few steps forward and looked at someone.

The man walked out of the crowd and said a few words. His man cut the monk's rope with a knife. The people around him made a way out, and Master Minghong took the lead in walking towards that road.

Xuanpu and Xuanneng followed closely. Xuanneng thought Xuanpu was walking too slowly and carried him on his back. The monk in India was seriously injured and was carried by another monk. All the monks followed Master Minghong quickly and walked out.

Han Wan and Xie Mingcheng were in the space and could only listen to footsteps.

They guessed that Master Minghong came to Dayue Kingdom to save those monks. The Indian monk came here to develop believers and had conflicts with other believers here. Master Minghong might have thought that Han Wan would come to find him, and was waiting.

They walked for more than three hours and entered a temple. After a few conversations with Master Minghong, they separated.

Master Minghong and his disciple went to the back hall. He entered his meditation room and did not let Xuanneng Xuanpu come in, so he inserted it into the door.

He sat on the earthen kang and said, "Come out."

Perhaps after taking Ganoderma lucidum thumb, Han Wan was not sick at this time and hugged Xie Mingcheng and flashed out of the space.

Master Minghong glanced at Han Wan, with a confused expression. He turned the Buddhist beads and chanted the Buddha, and asked, "What's the matter when I come here all the way?"

He didn't even say a word to thank himself for saving him.

Han Wan talked about her condition and Xie Mingcheng added.

Master Minghong asked, "Donald Han used a mysterious object to kill people?"

Han Wan thought of burning the enemy camp and breaking Dojib's arm, scaring Old Man Zhang to death... She was so clever. Could it be that her illness was because she used the space to kill people and retaliated on herself?

Xie Mingcheng also thought of it. He felt that Han Wan used the space to kill people for his sake. He was extremely sad. He bowed deeply to Master Minghong and asked for the saying, "Please save Master Wanwan."

Master Minghong put his hands together, "Amitabha, God can still violate the evils of God, but he can't survive the evils of his own. This disease cannot be cured by Lao Na."

Xie Mingcheng and Han Wan's hearts sank. Especially Xie Mingcheng's face turned pale.

He knelt down to Master Minghong and said, "You are a monk. Is there any way to ask Wanguan and Master for advice. Wanguan is kind and never hurts people. He burns the enemy camp to save the people of Daliang in danger. He breaks Dojib's arm to prevent him from continuing to harm others for Yuexue, scaring Old Man Zhang to death... It's me, it's my idea, I should bear the consequences. The damn person is me, not her."

Speaking of the latter, Xie Mingcheng's voice choked up.

At this time, he regretted it.

Master Minghong said, "Amitabha! Burning the enemy camp, the reason why Donor Han was fine is that no one was directly burned to death. Breaking Dorjib's arm was not the direct cause of his death. But the last time, Donor Han did kill someone. God has the virtue of being a virtuous person, and gave Donor Han Xuanwu to him in hopes of benefiting the people with your hands, rather than killing people. Even if that person is hateful, it is not the reason for you to kill with the help of the mysterious people."

Speaking of the latter, the voice was so cold that it was not as if it was said from his mouth.

Xie Mingcheng knelt on his lap, looked up at Han Wan, his eyes full of regret.

Han Wan sat in the chair weakly. Is she really dead?

Master Minghong looked at Han Wan, his face calmed down again, and said, "Although no one can save Donor Han, Donor Han has already saved himself. Donor Han just saved 134 people, including Lao Na, who was favored by God, and Master Moraya."

Han Wan and Xie Mingcheng heard this and looked at each other, unable to believe it. Han Wan turned around and touched the small sarcoma on her chest with her hands. She didn't touch anything through a layer of clothes. She couldn't believe it, and put her hand into the clothes to touch it. It was smooth and flat, and there was really nothing left.

Han Guan was overjoyed and turned around and smiled at Xie Mingcheng, "That tumor is gone, my illness is cured, and I will not die."

From extreme sadness to extreme joy, she shed tears.

Xie Mingcheng jumped up excitedly, pulled Han Wan and asked, "Is it true?"
Chapter completed!