The red wall of the Buddhist temple is broken, the old trees have dead branches, pine needles are still moving in the wind, and the green bricks on the ground are broken and turned into pieces of rubble. There is no trace of the elegant style of Pude Hall.
Xia Shang stood on the pile of rubble, looking at the rows of collapsed Buddhist monasteries in front of him, with his heart in his throat.
"Huairou! Huairou!"
I shouted twice, but no one answered.
There is no one to be seen here at all, and a few birds occasionally stay on top of the ruins.
"Could it be..."
Xia Shang didn't dare to think about it, and shook his head in denial whenever any bad thought came up.
First of all, Qin Huairou knows martial arts, and secondly, there is no trace of blood stains here, so there should be no massacre here.
Xia Shang arrived outside the Zen room where Huairou was. The Zen room there had collapsed, and only the trembling walls of the layout had not collapsed.
Seeing this situation, it was impossible for Xia Shang not to worry. Although he felt that the possibility of being buried was small, he couldn't help but go up and turn over the rotten tiles and masonry.
Xia Shang had three strands of true energy and was born with a strange power. It didn't take much effort to make sure that there was no one in the ruins.
No one can be found in Pude Hall, so where did Qin Huairou go?
While Xia Shang was thinking hard, he suddenly heard a rustling sound coming from behind, like someone walking through the grass and woods, with very light footsteps. If it weren't for the blessing of true energy in Xia Shang's body, which made his perception improve.
Ascend, you will definitely not be able to feel the movement around you.
This tiny sound was chaotic, not alone, and judging from the frequency of the sound, it was obvious that they all had excellent qinggong.
Fortunately, these footsteps were not coming in my direction, but towards more temples in the southwest.
Xia Shang became curious and didn't know where to look for his wife, so he followed the footsteps and expected to find something.
Passing through layers of courtyard walls, passing one temple after another, what you see along the way is different. The high-rise temples and pavilions in front no longer look ruined, but you can smell a stronger smell of blood coming from the front. At the same time, there is something different.
Waves of faint chanting sounds followed. Comparing the before and after, the atmosphere seemed even weirder.
Hearing the blood, Xia Shang felt heavy. He walked through the last temple wall and stood at the southeast corner of the platform outside the main hall. He saw a mountain of corpses in front of him, with ferocious human faces and bloody ghosts all over the ground.
, causing the scalp to burst and the heart to stop! Even though Xia Shang was determined, he had never seen such a terrifying scene. After standing there for a few breaths, he felt numb and almost fell to the ground. It took all his energy to not vomit on the spot.
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What's going on here?!
There was only one problem in Xia Shang's mind. A sane person would only be angry in the face of such killing!
Who in the world would be so inhumane?
With doubts, Xia Shang was about to get out of the pile of corpses when he suddenly heard a voice next to his ear: "Donor... run away, run away..."
A young monk, no more than five or six years old, was not far from Xia Shang. He fell to the ground, lowered his head and leaned over, his eyes turned away from Xia Shang, and he spoke quietly but seriously.
It could be seen that the young monk was extremely frightened, his green face was covered with dust, and he was in a miserable state.
"Donor, don't come over."
The little monk's voice was very soft, with a tone of crying and pleading.
Xia Shang didn't know what he meant. The more he said this, the more curious he became. He looked outside the mountain of corpses and saw a grass lantern ten meters away looking indifferently at the monks. He stood with his hands behind his back and his indifferent expression.
The look on his face made people feel chilly.
Did all this really come from him?
To be fair, Xia Shang did not believe that Cao Deng would do such a cruel and inhumane thing. Regardless of what evil reputation he had before, just after a few days of interacting with him, his first sight of his Buddha nature left a deep impression on Xia Shang.
The mark is that Cao Deng is an obsessive monk, with blind self-confidence and devout worship of gods and Buddhas.
Perhaps it was this blind worship and belief that led to the indifference and calmness at this moment. Looking at Cao Deng's hands with blood behind him, the blood stains on his body and the corners of his clothes, everything pointed out that he was the culprit.
No matter who this person is, if he commits such a crime, it will be difficult for gods and ghosts to forgive him.
Xia Shang experienced an unprecedented rebirth and personally experienced the process of death, which gave him a reverence for life that ordinary people could not understand. He could allow killing or killing in such a cruel era, but he could not tolerate a
People have such disregard for life.
So many innocent lives died in front of you, and you still pretended to be sanctimonious!
Xia Shang was so angry that he forgot his own situation and the strength of the other party.
Following the roar and roar in his heart, Xia Shang stood up without hesitation and walked over...
Such a move is undoubtedly stupid, but it must be done.
Among the crowd who were hiding in the darkness and did not dare to approach without permission, a pair of eyes saw Xia Shang and was stunned: "Why is it him? Is he crazy?"
When Xia Shang took the first step, the grass lantern in front of the crowd noticed Xia Shang.
Cao Deng frowned when he saw Xia Shang, obviously not wanting to see this person.
The monks chanted sutras without stopping, but when they saw Xia Shang coming over, their chanting voices trembled slightly, as if they felt sorry for Xia Shang but were helpless.
"What are you doing here?" Cao Deng looked at Xia Shang and said calmly.
Xia Shang didn't say anything. He took out his tiger head badge and said to himself: "As the head of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, I order you to release all the monks here!"
Although he was resentful in his heart, it did not go to his head. Xia Shang knew very well that this waist card was his greatest support. This Cao Deng must be thinking about the past and is still tied to the Metropolitan Procuratorate, otherwise he would never
Fifty years later, I still have my belt.
As Xia Shang expected, Cao Deng immediately restrained his contempt when he saw the first waist card, and put his clasped hands in front of him, but his words did not weaken: "Boy, this is not the place you should come. Don't.
It’s said that I have been separated from the Metropolitan Procuratorate for fifty years. Even fifty years ago, if the chief had this badge, he might not be able to ask me to do things. Don’t you think that you can use a badge to persuade me?”
"Don't recognize the waist card? Okay!"
Xia Shang sneered and took out another waist card. It was the one that Cao Deng had carried for fifty years.
Taking out the waist card, Xia Shang was about to smash it on the ground. Cao Deng's expression changed, and he came up instantly, grabbed Xia Shang's hand, and took back the waist card without any effort.
Cao Deng's attack was not light, Xia Shang ignored the severe pain in his wrist, stared at Cao Deng's nervous expression, and sneered again: "Even if you don't recognize the waist card, why do you pay so much attention to it? Even if you want to hold this waist card, you are the Metropolitan Procuratorate
People! Let me ask you, what is the doctrine of the Metropolitan Procuratorate?"
Cao Deng replied: "We don't worship, we don't distinguish between classes, we don't think about kindness, we don't think about good and evil, we don't give in even when we are oppressed, we don't get discouraged even when we encounter disasters, we correct injustice without fear,
I will not give in to the beasts, be an upright person, and do what is right. If the world needs it, I will do it! Even if the world needs darkness, we are willing to be people in the darkness and do those things that the world wants to do but dare not do, even if the world needs it.
We have been burdened with infamy and are known to the world. We must also keep our true intentions, stick to the bottom line, and be worthy of standing upright." (To be continued)