At first, Qin Shaoyou thought he had seen it wrong, but after careful observation, he discovered that the light emanating from Monk Daoming was indeed Buddha's light.
Although these Buddha lights are very weak, as an ordinary person, he actually possesses Buddha lights...
In the recent period, has Monk Daoming achieved salvation? How many victims have he buried? How many seven-level pagodas have he built?
No wonder the smell on Monk Daoming's body is similar to that of Master Suquan's Bai Nie Yi.
It’s all the power of merit!
No wonder Monk Daoming never had any trouble with evil spirits or ghosts during his journey.
Although he is an ordinary person, although he does not have the ability to subjugate and eliminate demons, but with the protection of Buddha's light, ordinary demons and ghosts will not dare to approach him at all.
I didn't even dare to look at him for a second, as my eyes would be stung by the Buddha's light.
After discovering the Buddha's light in Monk Daoming, Qin Shaoyou not only dispelled his doubts about him, but also developed some admiration for him.
For an ordinary person to be able to cultivate Buddha's light, the hardships and sacrifices involved are unknown.
Qin Shaoyou turned sideways and whispered to Zhu Xiucai: "Bring some dry food to Monk Daoming. Looking at his appearance, I am afraid he has been relying on wild vegetables and roots to satisfy his hunger."
Zhu Xiucai had put away his mantra at this moment. He did not notice Monk Daoming's Buddha's light, but after hearing Qin Shaoyou's instructions, he immediately nodded and took a few pieces of naan bread to Monk Daoming.
After expressing his thanks, Monk Daoming took the naan cake with both hands, but did not eat it in a hurry. Instead, he put it aside and continued to starve, helping the victims in the village to chant sutras for salvation. After that, he, Monk Ma and others,
Regardless of the blood stains, the deceased were moved into the grave and buried.
Seeing this scene, Qin Shaoyou finally knew where the blood stains on Monk Daoming's robes came from.
Presumably they were all contaminated during the process of burying and burning corpses.
Qin Shaoyou couldn't help but think of the several villages they passed through before. The villages were destroyed and the villages were broken down. The ground was covered with blood, but no corpses could be seen.
At that time, they thought that the corpse had been abducted by demons, or that it had been chewed up and swallowed even to the bones.
Thinking about it now, maybe he dug a hole and buried it after being saved by Monk Daoming.
Qin Qiaoer must have thought of this, and sighed: "Walking through troubled times, saving all sentient beings...this is the real monk."
Qin Shaoyou said nothing, but nodded in agreement.
When the sky completely darkened, the victims in the village were also saved by monks Ma and Daoming by reciting sutras, and they were all buried.
The village wall was repaired and rebuilt with the help of Gunshan Lord and the Red-clothed Envoys.
Tuhuang, Zeng Cong and other Taoist priests from Jade Emperor Temple helped set up a magic circle on the wall of the village.
This time, the magic circle was not only arranged on the wall of the village, but also inside the village to prevent evil spirits from smashing the wall with huge rocks and making the magic circle ineffective.
Everything was going in an orderly manner, but there was no trace of joy on the faces of Qin Shaoyou and Qin Qiaoer.
"It's been so long since the Cloud-Piercing Arrow was released. Monsters and ghosts came several times, but not a single night watchman from Xinglong Mansion came."
Qin Qiaoer looked outside the village with a solemn expression. Although she didn't say it clearly, Qin Shaoyou heard what she meant.
Finally, they could take a break. Monk Daoming, who was devouring naan cakes, hurriedly wanted to speak after hearing Qin Qiaoer's words. Since there was still food in his mouth, he didn't bother to chew and swallowed it in one gulp.
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The result was that he was choked, which caused him great pain and kept beating his chest and back.
Fortunately, Monk Ma handed him a pot of water and patted his back, so that he could put the naan down and calm down.
Monk Daoming exhaled a breath, thanked Monk Ma first, and then said to Qin Qiaoer: "Sir, I don't know about the night watchmen elsewhere in Xinglong Mansion, but the night watchmen in several nearby towns should all be dead.
There are almost all of them. Several of them were buried by me with my help. If your cloud-piercing arrows are around here, I’m afraid they won’t be able to recruit the night watchman.”
"All dead?"
Although this situation was within Qin Shaoyou and Qin Qiaoer's judgment, they still felt heavy after receiving the exact news.
"Even if not all of them are dead, there are only a few who are alive."
Monk Daoming sighed and continued to eat naan bread.
After a moment of silence, Qin Qiaoer raised his hand and asked: "Master Daoming, do you know what the situation is like with the night watchmen in other places in Xinglong Mansion?"
"I dare not call you a master. I haven't even learned the Buddhist scriptures and principles clearly. When I was in the temple, I was often hit on the head with a wooden fish hammer by my master."
Monk Daoming waved his hands repeatedly and did not dare to be called 'Master'. Then he sighed and said quietly: "Xinglong Mansion is very big, and I have never been to many places. I can only say that in the places I have been,
The night watchmen suffered heavy casualties. They had to face too many enemies, including evil demons and ghosts, wizards and martial artists from Qingtang, and even rogues, bandits, and rebels..."
No wonder Xinglong Mansion is in such chaos, with almost all the night watchmen from all over the place dead. Can it not become a paradise for monsters and ghosts, a paradise for bandits?
Qin Qiaoer's face became more solemn.
"The situation here in Xinglong Mansion is worse than expected. I have to send a letter to the Commander-in-Chief immediately and ask him to report it to the Commander-in-Chief, requesting that manpower be sent over quickly to rebuild the Demon Suppression Division and stabilize the order of Xinglong Mansion.
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While talking, Qin Qiaoer took out several paper crane talismans, recorded what he saw and heard in Xinglong Mansion, and released them.
These paper crane talismans, after being activated by the blood energy, recorded the message delivered by Qin Qiaoer, and then fluttered their wings and flew into the night. They would fly from different routes to find Qi Longfei with the help of the Demon Suppression Division along the way.
It quickly became completely dark.
This night, many demons and ghosts were attracted by the smell of blood in the village.
But before they even got close to the repaired village wall, they were shot dead by the red-clad messengers with crossbows and flying talisman guns.
Senior Brother Cui's flaming magic sword brought out streaks of fire under the dark night.
Every time the fire explodes, it not only lights up the night sky, but also collects several monsters.
After being banned from rolling, Gunshanjun raised his bear paws and slapped them randomly. The power was quite powerful, and he killed several monsters with his slaps.
It's the way this guy looks when he's taking pictures of killing monsters that makes people a little scared: he's grinning and shouting something about 'doing good deeds and accumulating virtue', which really makes people a little confused.
Faced with this situation, the demons and ghosts attracted by the smell of blood did not dare to approach the village anymore.
Although they are bloodthirsty, they only want to kill and eat people, but they don’t want to be killed and eaten by others...
That's right, he was eaten by someone.
Fortunately, he was not killed. The demons and ghosts hiding in the distance could all be seen clearly. The people in this village were not only ruthless, but also used killing moves that would destroy even their souls. After killing the demons and ghosts,
Drag them into the stockade, and have them cut and dismembered by a beautiful woman holding a saw that is taller than her body, then wash them clean, cook them in a pot, and eat them...
The demons and ghosts looked in through the open village gate and saw a small copper pot, shrouded in blazing blood and fire.
The pot exudes an alluring fragrance, as well as a terrifying aura that makes the monsters feel excited!
What makes the demons even more frightened at night is that the pot also has a magical power. As long as the cook standing by the pot pats the edge of the pot and shouts: "Come to my pot!"
In the dark night, demons and ghosts will be sucked into the pot and disappear.
The pot was obviously not big, but there were already dozens or hundreds of demons sucked into it, but it still did not fill up.
I really don’t know how this pot holds so many monsters and ghosts?
And those people holding bowls and gathering around the pot, can they stop eating so happily, and can they stop looking at the dark night like they are urging the food to be served...