Everyone will be saved, no matter the good guys or the bad guys. In this way, if even the assassin is saved, wouldn't it be inviting the wolf into the house?
"The martial arts of the monks are very high. Although they save people, they will not be killed stupidly." Zhen Jin's slow voice sounded again, and he stopped as soon as he finished speaking.
Arnold habitually walked half a step ahead before stopping. The surrounding was very quiet, so quiet that it made people feel scared. It was precisely because of the quiet that she could vaguely hear the distant bell.
The sound of the bell is not very loud, but it echoes continuously in the mountains.
"The ringing of the bell indicates that a monk has left the temple. We must either walk out before they meet us, or we can walk directly until they come to pick us up."
Arnold listened to the bell carefully. No matter how hard she tried, she could not hear the direction from which the bell was coming. "You said someone had set up a formation here, so how was this formation broken?"
"There are marks on the trees, and every tree will have them." Zhenjin explained, and the two of them happened to walk in front of a tree. He stopped and pointed to a small, inconspicuous mark on the tree. "This is
One of them tells us whether we are going right or wrong. If it is right, there will be only one mark. If it is wrong, there will be a mark to correct the direction."
"In that case, why not cut down all the trees here? If there are no trees, wouldn't it break the formation?"
Zhenjin looked at Arnold in surprise when he heard this, and finally smiled helplessly: "Maybe we can break the formation, but this place may also become a swamp."
Arnold thought about the path the two took when they came, and suddenly realized that they walked from a high place to a low place. If there were really no such trees, then there would be more water here after it rained.
There are only two possibilities for accumulation of water in the valley, one is to become a paradise, the other is to become a swamp.
Zhenjin once again pulled Arnold and walked forward. He didn't know how big this forest was, and when he heard the bells, he felt that the bells seemed so far away no matter how far he walked.
Suddenly, the sound of light footsteps was heard. A figure appeared in front of the two of them. The fog was so thick that they didn't see each other until the person got closer.
"Abba!"
Hearing this title, both of them were stunned, and it seemed that the person who came was also stunned for a while.
The fog is so thick that you can only see the other person clearly within two steps.
Zhenjin frowned, "Dala Ma Bala?"
Arnold looked at the young man in monk's robes in front of him, and saw that his facial features were indeed very similar to those of Zhenjin. Such facial features allowed people to guess the relationship between the two at a glance. What's more, this young monk also has some similarities with Ganmala.
.Hearing this name, Arnold instantly remembered who he was.
Darama Bala, he is Zhenjin’s second son. We haven’t seen him for many years, and now he has become a handsome young man.
"Abba, no wonder the master asked me to come to the forest to pick up two guests. I didn't expect it to be you, Abba." After saying this, he turned his eyes to Arnold, and his beautiful brows furrowed for a long time before they relaxed.
"Are you Amul Egqi?"
Hearing this title, Arnold felt his ears suddenly get hot. Zhenjin's son actually called her sister.
Zhenjin didn't seem to expect to meet his son, and he didn't expect that Dalama Bala would call Anuo that way. He coughed lightly and said, "Amul has married your fifth emperor uncle, you should call her five."