My Journey to the West on the Heavenly Road

Chapter 251 Ah Cheng
"The Lord is merciful."

Seeing that the lives of the robbers were safe, the old monk finally felt relieved, the energy dissipated, and his body went limp immediately, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Teacher, teacher"

The few monks with bruised noses and swollen faces rushed over to help the old monk regardless of their own injuries.

"No need to worry, I'm fine." The old monk waved lightly at his disciples, panted a few times, pointed to the body lying in the grass, and ordered: "Go and see those people, can they still be saved?"

The monks hesitated for a while, and two of them limped close to the bushes. After a quick glance, the two turned around and shouted: "Teacher, they are all dead, they should be dead."

Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the bush and grabbed a monk by the ankle, which made the monk tremble and struggle desperately.

A body was dragged out of the grass by the monk, and a large amount of blood rolled out, lying on the ground straight up, with bulging bloody eyes.

"Ah - Your Majesty, spare your life, spare your life!" The monk screamed pale, not daring to look at the body, clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name desperately.

Da, Wuqian jumped over, raised his paws and fiddled with it, curled his lips at the monk and said, "It's a dead man, it scares you."

The monk glanced at the body on the ground from the corner of his eye, and found that it was indeed a dead person. He breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly turned his head. Suddenly, a bloody mouth rushed straight at him. The monk screamed again, fell down with his buttocks, and kicked his legs and punched him desperately. Back off.

"Hahaha, you bald monk, how timid you are."

Blood basin closed his mouth, Wuqian licked his lips, and looked at the monk on the ground playfully.

"You, why are you scaring me?"

The monk wanted to reprimand, but thinking of the ferocity of the robber who was clawed by this strange beast just now, his tone became weaker and weaker, and finally his voice was like a mosquito.

"What did you say?" Wuqian gritted her teeth and moved her head up.

"I didn't say anything." The monk dodged backwards and quickly got up, turned around and ran back to his companion and the old monk.

"Fodoro, calm down!"

The old monk helped his disciple to stand up, and after softly reprimanding the panic-stricken monk, he turned around and faced Jiang Yuan who was coming, and bowed with his palms together, "Thank the benefactor for saving his life."

The other monks followed suit.

Jiang Yuan bowed back with his arms folded, and asked, "The old monk came from Tianzhu?"

The old monk smiled, nodded and clapped his hands together: "Tianzhu Bhikkhu Monk Shalu, I have seen the benefactor, but I don't know the name of the benefactor?"

"Under Jiang Yuan." Jiang Yuan cupped his fists and said.

"Stupid donkey?"

Wuqian, who came pacing, was stunned when he heard this, and looked at the old monk with a strange expression.

"Don't be an eyesore here!" Jiang Yuan glared at the donkey and waved away.

Wuqian pursed his lips, turned to the side sullenly, passed by a pinned robber, and slapped him casually.

boom!The robber flew sideways and bumped into a tree. With a click, the tree broke. The robber twisted into a strange shape and landed silently.

"Don't hurt them, benefactor!"

When the old monk Shalu heard the sound, he turned his head quickly, only to see the dead body falling silently, and immediately cried out in pain.

Jiang Yuan didn't care about the life and death of the robbers, but he was very dissatisfied with the horse's reckless behavior, and immediately shouted angrily: "You donkey, what do you want to do?!"

"I'm sorry master, I was wrong." Wuqian shrank his neck and apologized decisively.

"Put the reins on your donkey sooner or later." Jiang Yuan reprimanded with a cold face, "Go away!"

Wuqian drooped his head and hid aside dejectedly.

Jiang Yuan glanced at the stiff robbers around him, paused, casually took out the ink thread and hemp rope, shook it, and the ink rope stretched out like a spirit snake, circled around the robbers several times, and more than a dozen bodies were immediately crushed. Bundle up.

Throwing the robber in front of the monks, Jiang Yuan noticed that most of the young monks showed hatred, but the old monk showed compassion and compassion.

Jiang Yuan found it interesting, so he asked casually: "These villains, don't they want to kill the old monk? Why do you want to save them?"

The old monk Shalu clasped his palms together and saluted Jiang Yuan, but asked: "Can the almsgiver undo the body-fixing technique?"

Jiang Yuan looked at the old monk, cast a curse on the robber, his body stiff as a sculpture trembled twice, regained his vitality, and then screamed, begged for mercy, and cried out in pain.

"Shut up!" Jiang Yuan shouted coldly, the hustle and bustle suddenly fell silent.

The old monk Shalu sighed, walked slowly in front of the robber leader, chanted the Buddha's name, and opened his mouth to ask, "Almsgiver, is your name 'A Cheng'?"

The leader of the robbers was keeping his mouth tightly shut, looking at Jiang Yuan in fear, he didn't care about the old monk at all, when he heard this, he blurted out in surprise: "How do you know my name?"

Before the old monk could speak, the young monk named Fuduoluo suddenly opened his eyes wide and shouted in shock, "Are you the son of the old Hukoupo couple?"

The leader of the robbers had already reacted, looked away from Jiang Yuan, stared at the monk and repeatedly denied, "You have misunderstood the person, my name is King Hutou, I am not Ah Cheng, and I don't know the old Hukoupo couple either."

"Alas," the old monk Shalu sighed pitifully, "Blesser Ah Cheng, your mother has passed away due to illness, you should go home as soon as possible to have a look."

"What, my mother is dead? Impossible!" The robber leader froze suddenly, and then yelled frantically, "I just sent her medicine, how could she die? You old bald donkey want to deceive me again!"

The leader of the robbers burst into tears with tears and snot, and bent over like crazy to hit the old monk, "It's you! It must be you bald donkeys who murdered her, I will fight for you!"

"You villain!" The monk hurriedly protected the teacher, and Nafudolo cursed angrily: "You are the one who made your mother mad, but the teacher also recited the sutra for her and presided over the ritual. How can you be bloody?" Spray people!"

"Vald donkey, pay back my mother's life!"

The robber leader's eyes were bloodshot, his face was distorted, and he roared like a wild beast, unable to listen at all.

"Aunt Lan is dead? How come? Last time we went back, didn't we go well?"

The other robbers were also shocked.

One robber, who was only seventeen or eighteen years old, suddenly shouted in panic, "My mother, my mother is not in good health, has something happened to her? Please tell me quickly!"

The monk Fuduoluo looked at the young robber with no hatred in his eyes. He clasped his hands and recited the Buddha's name silently, showing the same compassion as his teacher, and sighed: "Almsgiver, who is your mother?"

The young robber hurriedly shouted: "My house is behind the big pagoda tree in the south of the village. My mother is wrapped in a printed scarf. She has a cough and keeps coughing all day long. Bald donkey, no, holy monk, see you!" How is my mother, how is she?"

Fudoruo said softly, "Your mother is fine. When we left, she gave us a basket of nuts. However, her cough has gotten worse. You'd better go back as soon as possible."

"But I haven't got the money yet, so I can't buy her medicine"

The young man choked up his sobs as he spoke, and finally raised his head and cried loudly, "Mom, I miss you—"

(End of this chapter)