"Zuo Baihu, the one with the most grievances in Dongjue City is the Hanshan Temple in the north, where many people died before the drought last year."
Zuo Daoqi turned his head when he heard the words, and looked at the native monk of the Northland. He remembered that his name was Wu Pei, he was a kind-hearted person, and he also practiced Zhongzheng's peaceful "Nuanyang Jing", which can be regarded as an orthodox Taoism.
He said in a gentle voice.
"Brother Wu might as well talk more about this Hanshan Temple. Since people died before the drought, why do so many people go to Hanshan Temple after the disaster?"
Wu Pei was a little flattered when he heard Zuo Daoqi's name. After all, in today's Northland, Zuo Daoqi, who leveled the Taisui demon country with one sword, has already been worn by Zheng Chixiao, and has even become a myth.
"The left hundred households don't know that this Hanshan Temple is the only temple around, and there are eminent monks in it. Last year, someone made trouble, causing a fire, and many people died. Later, when the drought hit, Master Hanshan of Hanshan Temple took out all the food in the temple. For the victims, there are more and more victims, but the food in Hanshan Temple is limited, so more people died."
Zuo Daoqi heard the words with a solemn expression.
When Zuo Daoqi walked into the Hanshan Mountain where the Hanshan Temple is located, he originally thought that, as Wu Pei said, there were already a mountain of bones and hungry people everywhere.
Unexpectedly, there was no corpse at all.
Even when a group of monks opened the spirit stone, they didn't see much yin and resentment here, as if this place had been surpassed by others.
Ji Lingshu looked back at him with questioning eyes, Zuo Daoqi shook his head slightly.
With doubts, when they walked into the depths of the cold mountain, they finally saw a shocking scene.
Numerous bulging earth bags were neatly buried in the back of Hanshan Mountain, and even in front of each bulge, there was a wooden sign with something written on it.
'That's what I heard about the tomb of Wanniannian, a refugee in Ninggu Mansion. For a while, the Buddha was in the Trayali Heaven, preaching the Dharma for his mother. '
It's about the identity of the tomb bag and a Buddhist sutra about salvation.
At this moment, someone behind him pointed to the distance, "Who is that?"
Zuo Dodge and Ji Lingshu looked at the same time.
In front of the farthest grave, a thin, bald man, covered in dirt, was digging the dirt with both hands. Before digging out a handful of dirt, he clasped his palms together and paused, as if he was reciting the supernatural scriptures.
Zuo Dodge was very surprised, this person seemed to be saving the souls of the dead, but he clearly felt that this person was powerless, the blood in his body was not in vain, and he was as thin as a stick.
Wu Pei came up at this time and whispered, "Zuo Baihu, Princess, this is Master Han Shan, a respectable Buddhist master."
With reverence in his eyes, he said, "It seems that the dead souls of Hanshan Temple have been surpassed by Master Hanshan."
When the Buddha was exterminated in the Great Jin Dynasty, it was easy for Wu Pei to express his admiration for Master Hanshan, but he still said it, which shows that he really respects and admires Master Hanshan.
The Gao family brothers behind them had different expressions. Seeing that Ji Lingshu didn't respond to this, he didn't say anything.
Ji Lingshu asked, "Is this master Hanshan a master of Buddhism?"
Wu Pei shook his head affirmatively, "Absolutely not, he is just an ordinary person, an ordinary monk practicing Buddhist scriptures."
Zuo Daoqi thought for a while and said to Ji Lingshu, "Princess, let's go meet this Master Han Shan."
Ji Lingshu nodded.
Everyone came behind Master Han Shan and was about to speak.
A young voice sounded, "All benefactors, wait for a moment, and talk to you after the poor monk buried the cow benefactor."
Zuo Dodge carefully looked at this Master Han Shan. He was not very old, about twenty years old, but he gave off a very strange sense of vicissitudes. With his skinny bones, he looked like an old man in his 40s or 50s .
Ji Lingshu waited quietly until Master Han Shan buried the last body, "Master, you are polite."
Master Han Shan avoided it slightly, "I dare not be a gift from a nobleman."
Ji Lingshu seemed to have Buddha nature, "I salute Master with compassion."
Master Han Shan accepted it calmly.
"All benefactors come to Hanshan Temple, do you have something important to do?"
Zuo Daoqi's face was serious, his body was straight, and his footsteps moved forward slightly, "I am Zuo Daoqi from Baihu in Zaoyi, and this is Princess Xiyuan. This action has come to save the wronged soul. Today, seeing Fangyuan in Hanshan Temple has no complaints, I don't know. Does the master have a method of transcendence?"
Although he admired this Master Han Shan very much, he wanted to know how he, an ordinary person, managed to save so many dead souls.
Master Han Shan smiled, and his face full of dust appeared so merciful, "The poor monk has no mana, only a dusty heart, and a stinky skin, so that the corpses of many donors will not be stained with sin. This is what a poor monk can do." the only thing."
Just as she was thinking about it, Ji Lingshu suddenly said, "Now that the Northland is filled with grievances and the earth is lingering with resentment, I don't know if Master is willing to work with me to sweep away the yin energy in the Northland and give the dead souls of the Northland a place to go?"
Master Han Shan clasped his palms together, and then said loudly, "Amitabha, hold on to your wish, and dare not ask for it."
Zuo Dodge also hastily lowered his head and performed a Buddhist power.
When Master Han Shan stood up, he really felt his thinness. His whole body and blood were almost exhausted. It was hard to imagine how such a person could maintain such a situation and maintain the posture of standing like a green pine.
"Master, your body?"
Master Han Shan smiled slightly, "It's just a skin, so what if the poor monk sacrificed his body for peace in the world?"
Everyone present was in awe.
Under such circumstances, a very inappropriate voice came, it was a female voice, "Pretending to be fake compassionate!"
Although the voice was low, everyone present except Master Han Shan, who were all monks and warriors, could hear it clearly.
Zuo Daoqi turned his head, and then frowned. This is a monk Ji Lingshu recruited, named Mei Su'er, with an ominous background. It is really unpleasant to say these words this time.
He didn't say anything either. After all, the court hated the Buddha, and Mei Su'er was kind enough to join in saving the souls of the dead in the Northland. Maybe it was just a simple dislike of the Buddha?
But Master Han Shan turned a deaf ear to this.
.....
Leaving from Hanshan Temple, the group had one more Master Hanshan.
Ji Lingshu seemed to have a special talent for buying people's hearts. When she came out of Hanshan Temple, she gave her horse to Master Hanshan, and she and Zuo Daoqi rode on the little red horse together.
The little red horse was still a little grumpy, and seemed a little unhappy, but when he was pulled by Ji Lingshu's true strength, he became obedient.
After this guy entered the Northland, he didn't know the reason, but his stamina was getting better and better. The last time Dodge touched some hard scale-like things from his abdomen, he just looked at it with the naked eye, so what? nothing.
He felt that the little red horse had the potential to become a dragon, so he rode it more and more frequently.
Holding Ji Lingshu in her arms, the little girl's body is very warm, like a warm baby in her arms, Zuo Daoqi lowered his head slightly, crawled on Ji Lingshu's shoulder, and said to her earlobe, "Lingshu, you You are so warm, why didn't you warm your sister's bed before? You are not filial?"
This way of talking to an ordinary daughter's family has probably made the person tremble and become weak.
But Ji Lingshu didn't respond. After all, he was a real warrior, and his control over his whole body had reached an unbelievable level.
She just turned her head and said in a somewhat cold tone, "Stay away from me, itchy."
After Zuo Dodge stepped back slightly, she continued ~www.mtlnovel.com~ You are also a martial artist, and you should know that a martial artist is as vigorous as a furnace. Speaking of which, do you want to bribe me? Let me not tell mother that you gave Changyi the Buddha Dream Lotus that you originally planned to give to her? "
Zuo Dodge's tone faltered, this guy is not as cute as before.
Master Han Shan's transformation was not faster than many monks, but he was extremely serious. Every time he rescued a person, he had to personally bury their bones, and he did it very seriously.
Left Dodge was not urging.
He just watched quietly, he only cared about burying the corpse, and Xiao Jizi and others would do it for him. He wouldn't do such a thing, but he didn't mind others doing it.
Mei Su'er carefully stood beside Ji Lingshu and asked, "Princess, you don't have to do these things."
She seemed to like to curry favor with Ji Lingshu very much, and she often approached Ji Lingshu quietly to show her hospitality when everyone was helping the common people.
However, after Ji Lingshu gave up the horse to Master Han Shan, she and Zuo Daoqi rode together on the little red horse.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, holding Ji Lingshu with both hands, Zuo Daoqi couldn't make any excessive movements.
"Uncle, there seem to be monks fighting in front of you?"
Zuo Daoqi followed her gaze, and could see strange walls continuously erected in the distance, which were born out of thin air, this is Taoism.
The one fighting with him is a man who uses flying swords.
Ji Lingshu's body was very warm, but after holding her for a long time, it was inevitable that some weird reasons would cause physical discomfort, especially since Zuo Daoqi still practiced the LSP exercises like "Cultivation of the Body".
Zuo Daoqi got off his horse, looked at the battle in the distance, and said loudly, "In the current chaos, there are some people who don't want to serve the court and fight privately. Follow the hundred households to arrest these two people!"
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