"Then Miss Wang... actually... actually went to the Ksitigarbha Temple while Mr. Wang was away in order to wake up her mother.
It's pitiful that a woman with such talent and beauty was raped by a group of monks...sigh."
When the passerby said this, his face was full of regret.
The other person couldn't help but beat his chest when he heard this: "Oh, Miss Wang is such a filial child."
"Yes, originally the matter was over here."
"result……"
"What? Are those monks still unwilling to take out the 'sacred water'?!"
"That's not true, the divine water was exchanged for it.
But no one would have thought that after Wang Tan woke up and heard that her daughter had sacrificed her life, she was so heartbroken that she wished she could die."
"I didn't wait until I was ready, so I went to Dizang Temple and insisted on interceding with the monk to welcome my daughter back."
"Oh, this mistress of the Wang family, although she is getting older, she is still a mature lady."
"I didn't expect those monks to be picky..."
"Could it be..."
"Alas, mother and daughter never came back."
"Beast!"
Many passers-by yelled and cursed upon hearing this.
In any case, Wang Zaoshi is a learned and talented person, and he is also a high-ranking figure in Jinsang City.
Normally, even if the city lord wanted to see him, he would have to come three days in advance!
But at this moment, the crowd suddenly separated.
"Once a teacher, always a father! My mentor is humiliated! How can my student Zhao Chuan endure it!"
Before he finished speaking, a young man with a determined face walked out of the crowd.
There is also a white waistband tied around her body.
He followed Wang Zaoshi directly and silently.
"Zhao Chuan! Is this the Zhao Chuan who joined Jixia Academy not long ago?!"
"That's right! I heard that he was accepted by the Legalist master Han Weizi and became his direct disciple!"
Amid everyone's surprise, another white-faced scholar came out, also wearing a white cloth around his waist.
"Student Zhang Duanwu is willing to seek justice for his wife and junior sister!"
After that, he also followed behind Wang Zaoshi.
"Zhang Duanwu? Could it be Zhang Duanwu who ranked seventh in my Great Zhou Dynasty selection this year?!"
"Ranking seventh?! Doesn't that mean we have to go to the City of Gods to face the Holy Spirit?!"
"He is also a disciple of Wang Zaoshi?!"
"In the entire Jinsang City, among all the young students, which one has not submitted a post under Wang Zaoshi's sect?"
"Student Liu Hong..."
"Student Yuan Zhou..."
"Student Sha Xingye..."
…
All of a sudden, all the young talents in Jinsang City came out in droves.
They all followed Wang Zaoshi.
Each one wears a white cloth around his waist and has a solemn expression on his face.
Wang Zaoshi shed tears. Even though he was desolate at this time, his character still remained.
But the old man Pan in front of Wang Zaoshi was panicking.
He also didn't expect that he would engage in such a big battle.
As I walked, my feet couldn't help but spin.
"How could such a happy event be without me, Ximen Zai!"
The rough sound was like the sound of a gong.
When Old Man Wu heard this, his legs and feet went weak, and he almost overturned the man and the car to the ground.
Everyone looked intently and saw that the person who came was very stout, holding a sharp bone-chopping knife in each hand, and he looked murderous.
But he is the famous Ximen Butcher in Jinsang City.
Speaking of which, the Ximen Butcher is also a legendary figure.
When I was young, I was childhood sweethearts with Pan, the mother-in-law of Mr. Wu.
However, he was a martial arts fanatic, and he was obsessed with cultivation. Later, he successfully worshiped in the Bone Bone Mountain outside the Great Wall and became an outer sect disciple.
He was quite talented in cultivating his body and was promoted all the way to become an inner disciple.
Later, I realized that there was no hope of breaking through the inner scene, and I recalled my past lover, so I chose to become a disciple.
At that time, Pan was already married.
This incident became a hurdle in the heart of the old man Ximen.
He felt ashamed of Mrs. Pan, so he set up a meat stall on the street and guarded her silently.
"Hey! Mr. Wu, you have been withered for the rest of your life, and I will look down on you for the rest of my life."
"I didn't expect you to become angry at this time!"
"Alian!! You didn't marry the wrong person!"
"This Wu Dalang is a tough guy!"
Ximen Butcher looked up to the sky and roared loudly, his eyes were hot, but he was a hero with tears and a tough man with tenderness.
When Old Man Wu heard this, he was moved and inevitably became jealous.
However, due to his lustful power, I only dared to whisper in my heart.
With the addition of Ximen Butcher, the people of Jinsang City seemed to have gained confidence and joined the team one after another.
"The Butcher Ximen is not an ordinary person, and the Buddha who kills living beings may not be his opponent."
"Absolutely, those pair of boning knives are made of dark iron. They can even split open ghosts and gods, let alone a mortal monk!"
"With so many of us, is it possible that we can't deal with those monks?!"
"Let's go! Destroy the Dizang Temple!"
The large group of people walked straight towards Dizang Temple.
East of Jinsang City.
Dizang Temple.
In the main hall, a Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva with a majestic appearance is enshrined.
The Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows and looked down at the kneeling woman.
Next to him, a monk was beating the wooden fish with a solemn expression.
The old woman stood up tremblingly, walked to the monk with hesitant steps, and placed a white porcelain bowl on the table.
He put his hand into his pocket and dug out again and again. After three or five breaths, he finally collected a handful of broken silver.
A pair of dry hands weighed about ten taels.
Then he clenched the silver in his hand again and again, as if he wanted to break it apart.
After a long time, he tremblingly placed all the broken silver on the table.
At this time, the sound of wooden fish stopped. The monk glanced at the broken silver on the table and frowned, as if he was disgusted.
However, he still weakly shouted: "Ksitigarbha's blessing."
Then a bowl of divine water was served from the side.
The old woman glanced at the turbid divine water on the table, with tears in her eyes, she looked back and carefully picked up the white porcelain bowl.
He raised his head and glanced at Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, his face full of compassion and silent.
But at this moment, behind this Buddha statue, there is a different scene.
On a carved bed, there is a bald monk in the middle, holding a white body on each side, sleeping soundly.
At this time, the door of the room sounded softly. The monk was disturbed from his dream. He frowned slightly and seemed a little unhappy: "Who?"
"Brother, there are many people gathering outside the temple."
"Hmm? People gathering?"
The monk smiled evilly, seemingly disdainfully, and squeezed the woman in his arms with his big hands.
"Please come in if you are burning incense, and fight out those who are making trouble."
"Do you still want me to teach you this?"
The monk snorted coldly and was very dissatisfied, but the disciple outside the door whispered: "Brother, the situation is a little different this time."
"You'd better go and have a look."
The monk's heart skipped a beat, and he thought that at this critical moment, he must not make any mistakes.
So he reluctantly pulled his arm out of the warm fragrance of nephrite.
"Two beauties, wait until this Dharma Master goes out to save all sentient beings."
Soon he was dressed neatly and covered himself with a fiery red cassock.
The gold thread of this cassock is alluring, the red gauze is like fire, and the sleeves of the robe are sewn together with the number twenty-five.
Wearing a cassock, the whole body shines brightly.
Seen from a distance, he really looks like a majestic monk.
He looked up and down, found nothing missing, and then opened the door directly and went out.
There were only two girls left on the bed, with dull expressions and lifeless eyes.