The first thousand one hundred and sixty-six chapters evil monster
The young monk was stunned.
Standing with the bamboo pole in the endless wheat field, he saw the monster rabbit rising and the falcon falling, and he caught up with the little boy in the blink of an eye.
The whip in the monster's hand swung out, wrapped around the little monk's waist, and pulled him over.
He grabbed the little boy's collar with his left hand and hung him in the air, and caught the rag bag in the little boy's hand with his right hand.
"Beast! You just stole my wheat and you're tired of living!" The monster looked at the bag and saw a few ears of wheat in it.
"Let me go" the little boy struggled.
"Okay." The monster smiled, and when he let go, the little boy fell to the ground, chewing mud.
Just as the little boy was about to get up and run away, he was stepped on by the monster. He used all his strength to hold back his face and blushed, but he couldn't get away.
The monster threw the rag bag aside and whipped the little boy casually, "Be more honest!"
The little boy's clothes were already in tatters. When one side went down, the clothes tore, leaving a whip shadow on his shoulders.
"Do you have any money on you?" the monster asked.
The little boy was still struggling. It was not until the monster gave him another whip that the little boy was too painful to move.
The monster stretched out his hand to touch the little boy's body, but found nothing. He was so angry that he hit the little boy with a whip and said, "Damn it, you dare to steal things if you don't have money."
The monster whipped the little boy one after another. The little boy curled up and covered his head. He could not make any other sound except roaring like a beast.
The monster shouted happily, as if this was a good pastime after guarding the wheat fields.
"Stop!" The young monk and the others caught up and grabbed the monster's whip-wielding hand with the bamboo pole.
In front of the Reclining Buddha City, the young monk was reluctant to kill, so he saved the monster's life.
"It's just a few ears of wheat, what about this?" Zhugan asked.
"What do you know?" The monster loosened his grip on the whip and said, "If they steal the wheat, they will have something to eat. If they have something to eat, who will I sell this wheat to?"
When the little boy saw that the whip had stopped, he quietly tried to escape, but the monster stepped on his hand.
The monster rubbed his hand with its feet like it was crushing an ant.
"Ah...this belongs to my mother!" the little boy screamed, this was the reward he deserved.
"What did your mother breed? This belongs to me!" The monster was not prepared to let the little boy go.
"Master." An old farmer who was busy in the fields came over from the field, "His mother is indeed helping in our fields. She died of hunger half a month ago..."
"Pa." The monster turned his hand and hit the old man's face with a whip, and a blood mark immediately appeared.
"Go away, go to work, do you have a say here?" the monster roared.
He turned around and looked at the little boy. He saw a Buddha statue hanging around the little boy's neck. He stretched out his hand to pull it off, "Boy, you believe in Buddhism and you dare to break the precept of stealing. Are you not afraid of going to hell after death and not being able to see your mother?"
"
He blew on it and cleaned the Buddha statue. Although it was not worth much, it could still be sold for a few bucks.
"Give it back to me!" The little boy struggled. With a gray face, he looked at the monster angrily, trying to snatch the Buddha statue back.
He succeeded for a time, but was kicked in the stomach by the monster and slipped out. His body convulsed in pain and he was speechless.
There is only a pair of hatred, looking at the triumphant monster.
The bamboo stick monster shook his head, yes, even if this monster wanted to die, he couldn't save him.
"Amitabha." The young monk smiled and clasped his hands, "In front of the City of Reclining Buddha, the donor did such an evil thing, which shows how disrespectful he is of the Buddha."
"Oh, Buddha?" The monster turned back and looked at the young monk, "Buddha is a human Buddha, not a monster's Buddha. There is no need to give him face."
He played with the Buddha statue in his hand.
"That's right." The young monk said, "Since you don't give face to Buddha, why should I give you face?"
"What did you say?"
boom!
The bamboo stick monster took three steps back. Fortunately, blood didn't splash on his face this time.
As for the monster, he looked at the little monk and then at the bloody hole in front of him. He was stunned for a moment and slowly fell to the ground.
It was quiet for a while, with only the sound of wind blowing wheat waves in the air.
"He killed someone, he killed someone, the young monk killed someone." The farmer in the field dropped his tools and ran towards the city.
Quiet again.
The bamboo stick monster looked at their backs, looked back at the young monk, was stunned for a long time, and said, "This is about killing monsters, okay?"
"However." The bamboo stick monster looked at the young monk, "You are not very popular. If you kill a monster, the people who are bullied by him will rush to tell you."
"Don't blame them." The little boy came over, snatched the Buddha statue from the monster's hand, and hung it around his neck. "When the slave owner dies, if the slave does nothing, he will be buried with the slave owner. Even if they are now
Go to the officials, and if the slave owner's family gets angry with them, they can be killed."
The little boy picked up the rag bag containing the ears of wheat and turned to run away. When he saw them staying in place, he said, "If you don't run away, the city guards will come soon."
The young monk straightened his clothes and asked, "Isn't this the City of Reclining Buddha?"
"yes."
"Since this is the City of Reclining Buddha and not the City of Demons, why should we escape?" The young monk raised his feet and walked towards the city gate.
There, the city guard guarding the city gate was chasing after him.
The little boy is strange.
Because the bamboo stick monster once blocked his whip, he was not very afraid.
He approached the bamboo pole and said, "Is this little monk not sick?"
"Uh..." The bamboo stick monster opened his mouth slightly.
He thought about his words and said, "Don't tell me, now I don't know who is sick and who is normal."
In their Eastern Wilderness, monsters had to tuck their tails between their legs and act like monsters, but here it was better, monsters openly oppressed and ate people.
People kill monsters, and some people report them to the government.
What a mistake, I should have come to the Central Plains to show off my power back then.
The bamboo pole monster followed and walked behind the little monk. When the little boy saw this, he also followed.
"What are you doing here?" The bamboo stick monster looked at him.
"I don't know. I don't have anywhere to escape anyway, so I might as well follow you," the little boy said.
The monster died because of him, so catching him was inevitable, and he had nowhere to escape, so it was better to follow the little monk and watch the fun.
The city guards came over and saw the young monk walking towards them. They couldn't help but stand there and looked at each other.
"Hey, why are there still monks in this city guard?" The bamboo stick monster was surprised.
"They are warrior monks who work with monsters to maintain order in the city," the little boy said.
The bamboo pole monster glanced at the young monk. He didn't know how to evaluate the City of Reclining Buddha. It was too weird.
After a moment of surprise, the city guards saw the young monk approaching and hurriedly stopped him.
The leader of the city guard had a single horn, "Little monk, have you killed the demon?"
"I killed an evil monster." the young monk said.
"That's him." The one-horned monster waved his hand, "Old monk, this is your man. You can take care of it and give the Lord an explanation as soon as possible."
"Yes." A monk wearing earth-colored monk's robes stood up.
He waved his hand, "Catch him."
"Yes!" The monks stretched out their sticks and surrounded the young monk.
Dangdang!
The wooden stick was placed on the young monk's shoulders, forming a cage to restrain the young monk.
"Take to the Temple of the Reclining Buddha!"
The monks once again agreed with one voice to take the young monk into the city.
The little monk said nothing and did not even raise his head to look at them.