Late at night, outside Yun City, there is a deserted wilderness. This place is inaccessible. Not far away is a mass grave. A large area around it is barren of grass. Occasionally there are phosphorus fires flashing through at night.
Among them, there is a piece of ground that is different from other places. It seems that it has been renovated in recent days, and the color of the soil is much darker than the surrounding areas.
It was quiet at night and the location was remote. Apart from the sound of the wind, only the occasional long-winded barking of wild dogs in the distance made it look particularly eerie.
At some point, a tall and somewhat strange figure walked out of the night. The figure staggered as it walked, as if it was drunk, and the proportions seemed a bit strange, not like a human being.
Before he could reach it, a ray of moonlight shone through the dark clouds, and then he saw that there were two people.
Above, a middle-aged monk with tattered cassocks, thin body and covered with dirt, holding a broken cattail leaf fan in one hand and a roasted dog leg in the other. He sang happily and occasionally laughed for no reason, with small eyes.
Compassionate yet cheerful.
However, he was sitting on the head of a handsome young man. Although the man below had a good skin, his hair was unkempt, as if the monk above his head weighed a thousand kilograms, which made him panting and very heavy.
Embarrassed.
"My shoes are torn, my hat is torn, and my cassock is torn~"
In the silent wilderness, the singing voice of the mad monk Guangji is particularly loud, like chanting Sanskrit sounds, dispelling the yin energy of the wasteland and bringing peace.
Luo Lie raised his head with difficulty, his eyes full of ferocity.
"Smelly monk, your singing is so unpleasant! Can you shut up!" Luo Lie gritted his teeth.
He is in the realm of the mighty Martial God, and has defected to the eleven branches of the Twelve Divine Palaces. His status is so noble, but now he is being ridden on his head by a sloppy monk, driving him like an ox and a horse.
And the most terrible thing was that the monk looked like he had very little flesh on his body, but it was as heavy as a mountain when placed on his head. He was so tired that he almost wanted to lie down, and his legs were shaking as he walked. Even if he was
It is impossible for a strong man in the Martial God Realm to walk around carrying a mountain on his back!
Hearing Luo Lie's angry expression, Monk Guangji chuckled, then handed over the cattail fan and dog leg meat to one hand, put his free hand on Luo Lie's head and grabbed it, then pulled out a large piece of hair with a tearing sound.
Luo Lie clearly heard the tearing sound of the roots of her hair being separated from her scalp, and her face immediately turned red, and she jumped in pain, feeling extremely ashamed and angry.
"Talk too much!"
Monk Guangji scolded, as if he still felt it was not enough, so he plucked a few more hairs from Luo Lie's head. The crackling sound was heard frequently. Along the way, Luo Lie's Tianling Cap was already bald.
"Stop it, stop it!" Luo Lie was furious and incompetent, but there was a hint of pleading in his tone.
Only then did Monk Guangji stop. He looked up and looked for a moment. He saw a patch of soil in front of him that was different from the others. He immediately ordered Luo Lie to stop there. Then he jumped up and landed lightly like a feather.
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He turned his head and glanced at Luo Lie, who was trying to escape. His smiling eyes seemed to warn him not to run away, otherwise he would be taken away in a wave of hair!
A cool breeze seemed to blow on Luo Lie's back. He remained silent, not daring to think of escaping again. Facing the monk in front of him, his martial arts level was only that of a child, and he had no power to resist.
Seeing this, Monk Guangji nodded with satisfaction.
In front of this piece of brightly colored land, Guang Ji lay down casually and put his ear to the ground, as if listening to the movement underground. He had a smile and kindness on his face, and he didn't mind the sand sticking to his face.
After a while, he stood up, took off the broken cattail leaf fan inserted in his back collar, made a circle on the ground, and planned out a rough area.
"dig!"
Guang Ji gave the order, and even if Luo Lie was still angry, he could only dig up the sand with his hands obediently, and at the same time, he kept cursing the monk in his heart.
After all, the Martial God Realm is the Martial God Realm. Although he is not the opponent of a monk, his skills are indeed beyond countless mortals. Luo Lie's hands were covered with Hunyuan Gangqi, like two big shovels. When he inserted one hand into the ground, it was like cutting tofu, and he was soon cut.
He dug a pit one meter deep.
He continued to dig down, his movements were slow and slow, and later he even deliberately slowed down his movements, deliberately trying to displease Monk Guangji, who was supervising the work next to him.
But after Monk Guangji made a hair-pulling gesture to him, Luo Lie suddenly became energetic, his hands flew as fast as a dog's paddle, and his figure disappeared directly into the ground, where he dug a pit deep enough to bury him alive.
He sensed something was wrong, stood up immediately, and stuck his head out of the pit.
"Smelly monk, do you want to bury me alive?" he asked in surprise.
A big mouth fell directly on his face. Luo Lie was beaten and spun around three times. Then he didn't say anything more and kept digging into the hole.
After digging a few more times, Luo Lie suddenly felt something strange. He squatted down and pulled the soil with his hands. With the eyesight of the God of War, he could see even in the dark environment under the pit that he dug out a section of an arm.
"???" Luo Lie looked confused.
He thought to himself, could this monk have brought him to dig graves? But shouldn't he pick rich people to dig graves? Why did he come to a mass grave?
Luo Lie had countless questions in his mind, but he did not dare to delay his efforts. He quickly dug out a complete person from the ground, a corpse to be precise. He looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old. He should have been buried alive to death.
Monk Guangji took one look at the corpse, his face remained calm, and he immediately gave instructions.
"Just keep digging at this depth and dig out everything you can."
Luo Lie quickly started work, and soon he dug up eight corpses. All of them were teenagers. They were buried underground for about two days and were suffocated to death.
It's hard to imagine who would bury a group of children alive here. If you don't understand the reason, you just think that the perpetrators are too cruel.
"Good fellow, I traveled 800 miles across Liangbo Mountain and the waters, but I never killed a child." Luo Lie exclaimed with dirt on his face.
Monk Guangji glanced at him and said, "Talk too much!"
Luo Lie subconsciously covered his head and defended his hair to the death.
Looking back, Guang Ji showed mercy. Facing the corpses of eight children, although he felt pity, he also understood that they all brought their own fault.
The Buddha said that cause and effect will bring its own retribution. Sowing evil causes and reaping evil consequences is probably the current situation. Even if they are all a group of children, once they commit murder and plunder goods, there will be no distinction between old, weak, women and children before the cause and effect.
Guang Ji walked a few steps in front of a row of corpses, and then squatted down in front of a young man. He reached out and touched his neck, feeling an extremely weak pulse.
The young man was clutching a piece of purple cloth in his hand, and there was an old fish basket lying quietly not far away.
Guangji showed a compassionate smile, "Although you have done evil things, you are not disgusted. I think you are destined to be my Buddha, so I will send you to my Buddha door."
After speaking, Monk Guangji stretched out his finger, and a peaceful white light lit up on his fingertip. He gently tapped the young man's forehead.
After a while, the boy's pale cheeks turned rosy, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and then he slowly opened his eyes.
He looked at the sloppily dressed crazy monk in front of him with a blank look on his face, but never let go of his hand holding the purple cloth even an inch.