The little monk returns to the vulgar

Chapter 81
The caravan originally planned to stop in the shade of a tree next to it, and wait for the sun to dry up the mud on the road before heading on the road.

Who would have thought that as soon as he approached the grove by the roadside, a strong smell of blood would blow over his face.

A few people in charge of exploring the road squeezed their noses and looked inside, only to see dozens of corpses lying there in disorder.

Daoran hurried over to observe the corpses carefully.

These days, it is not surprising that there are dead people on the road.Those who starved to death, died of illness, were bitten to death by wild animals, were killed by robbers... all kinds of death methods are not uncommon.

When Daoran went down the mountain for the first time, he met many dead people on the road.

But most of the dead on the side of the road are solitary people, at most in groups of three or two.

Many people are powerful. If dozens of people go together on the road, ordinary bandits would not dare to provoke them casually.If there is a disaster year, thousands of disaster victims will go on the road together, and even the smaller county towns will not dare to stop them, for fear of provoking them to kill officials and rebel.

And in the grove in front of him, there were a total of forty corpses lying there, and they were all young and middle-aged people with Kong Wu's strength.

Dao Ran grabbed the hand of a corpse and found that the palm was full of calluses, but it was not like the calluses of holding a farm tool, but more like it was caused by holding a knife all year round.

"Holy Monk, these should all be martial artists."

Daoran heard a voice behind him, and when he looked back, it was Mrs. Bao, the shopkeeper of the caravan.

This Mrs. Bao is only in her early forties. It can be seen that she was a beauty when she was young, but now her temperament has become a strong woman, with both majesty and shrewdness.

It is not easy for this Aunt Bao to be able to subdue this hundred-member caravan.

Daoran clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, the little monk also thinks so. Most of them have old scars on their bodies, and the fatal wounds on their bodies were wounded by sharp weapons. Obviously, they were caused by people from the Jianghu fighting each other."

Aunt Bao laughed and said, "The Holy Monk really has sharp eyes. I didn't expect the Holy Monk to be so familiar with Jianghu affairs at such an age."

"Ms. Bao has won the award, but I don't understand one thing. There are more than forty corpses in the woods. The fighting is too brutal. This is close to Suzhou. Are the martial arts people so unscrupulous?" Dao Ran asked.

It is impossible for the court to ignore dozens of people dying at once.Although the state division is currently in chaos, it has not yet reached the end of the real dynasty, and the control of the court is still possible. If the people of the Jianghu dare to do this, they are afraid to die?
"The holy monk doesn't know that Suzhou City is holding a martial arts conference, and martial arts people from all over the world are fighting for the spirit jade pill. Thousands of people may have died long ago." Aunt Bao explained.

"Lingyu Pill? Please ask Madam Bao for advice." Dao Ran vaguely felt that this matter was not easy.

"I don't dare to give advice. The old man is only interested in Jianghu affairs, so he inquired about some news. The rumors of this Lingyu Pill came from the palace. As long as you take the Lingyu Pill, you can greatly improve your skills, and even make ordinary people Become an immortal and attain the Tao." Madam Bao explained.

Daoran knew where his bad premonition came from, the palace, the panacea, becoming a fairy... This must be the national teacher's trouble.

"Even if the spirit jade pill is really so miraculous, why don't the people who get the spirit pill eat it directly, but hold some kind of martial arts conference with great fanfare?" Dao Ran asked strangely.

"I heard that there are two spirit jade pills, and they were obtained by the northern hero Ouyang Chun by chance. Ouyang Chun ate one by himself, and his skills improved greatly, making him almost invincible. Only then did he know that it was the spirit jade pill. It's just the spirit jade pill. Everyone can only eat one, otherwise they will explode and die, so Ouyang Chun will take out this second Lingyu pill as the finale reward of the martial arts conference."

Aunt Bao seemed to really understand these Jianghu news very well, and began to count the famous masters in Jianghu for Daoran.

Martial arts masters are the kind of people who are unwilling to abide by the rules, and choose a way of life that is competitive and not law-abiding.If you want to live so freely, you need high-strength martial arts, strong enough to resist the pursuit of the court, and occasionally do things like robbing the rich and helping the poor.

So how to improve martial arts is the most important thing, and Lingyu Dan is an irresistible temptation for people in Jianghu.Even if the martial arts conference hadn't just started, they had already rushed over.

And a group of unruly people from the rivers and lakes will definitely not have any good things together, and it has become commonplace to fight in groups.

According to Mrs. Bao, the dozens of people in front of me should belong to a gang called Dishamen, which has a bad reputation in the world.

You must know that most people in the Jianghu have the character of killing people without blinking an eye. They can be called heroes if they kill the whole family and eat human flesh. This evil door still has a bad reputation under such a loose moral standard, which shows how poor the character is.

So Madam Bao didn't feel much about their death. Those in the caravan who had heard the name of Dishamen couldn't help cursing: "It's a good death."

Regarding these grievances and grievances, Daoran just listened to the general idea, mainly because the nicknames like Avalokitesvara and Eight-Armed Arhat sound a little funny.How dare these martial arts people give themselves such a nickname, Fa Hai is a real Arhat, and he is only called Fa Hai.

What Daoran really cares about is Ouyang Chun, the number one master in the world. He is not alone, and he does not give his Lingyu Pill to his relatives and friends, but instead uses it as a reward for the martial arts conference. Obviously, the intention is very big.

Maybe, the elixir in his hand was given to him by the national teacher, and this martial arts conference is very likely to be the task entrusted to him by the national teacher.

What the so-called enemy wants to do must be stopped.

Daoran felt that he needed to investigate the details of the martial arts conference carefully. If the national teacher really had any plans, Daoran would never let him succeed.

Thinking of this, Daoran resolutely chose to part ways with the caravan. What he will do next will involve a lot of things, so it is not easy to implicate Aunt Bao's caravan.

Although everyone in the caravan was very reluctant, no one else could stop what Daoran had decided. Before parting, Mrs. Bao handed a wooden sign to Daoran and said, "My old son is studying in Suzhou. He and the Suzhou government The relationship is very close, if there is a predestined relationship, the holy monk might as well explain the Dharma to the children of the elderly."

This is very polite. On the surface, it means to let Daoran explain Buddhism to his son. In fact, it means that if Daoran encounters any troubles, he can use her son to get in touch with the Suzhou government office.

Daoran gratefully accepted the wooden sign, no wonder Mrs. Bao is able to run such a large caravan, she is really good at doing things.

Daoran left the caravan with Shenxiu and Xiaoqing, but he did not go towards Suzhou City, but changed another direction.

Shenxiu was a little strange, and asked, "Master, where are we going?"

"Didn't you listen to Mrs. Bao? Recently, the law and order in Suzhou City has deteriorated a lot due to the gathering of many martial arts people. These Jianghu people kill people when they disagree with each other. This is a great sin. You and I are both Buddhist disciples. Of course, we must find a way to get them to put down their butcher knives." Dao Ran explained.

"Master is indeed merciful, and this disciple has been taught. But, aren't they in Suzhou? Where are we going?" Shenxiu asked.

"The corpses we found just now, they didn't die for a long time, and the blood on many of the corpses was not completely solidified. The murderer must still be nearby, and I'm going to find them." Dao Ran said.

If the murderer wasn't some heinous person, and killing the Shamen was just doing justice for the heavens, Dao Ran would try to make friends with the other party, to see if he could sneak into the martial arts conference.

If he and Dishamen belonged to the same category, then Daoran would directly act for Tian, ​​and then seek friendship with other martial arts people.

The order depends on who the other party is.

"Master, how did you judge that the murderer was in this direction?" Shenxiu was like a studious student, wanting to break the casserole and ask the end.

Daoran glanced at Xiaoqing, and said to Shenxiu: "Then we will trouble our little girl Xiaoqing."

Xiaoqing smiled triumphantly, patted the amiable chest and said, "Put it on me, I already remember the scent of the murderer."

After finishing speaking, Xiaoqing snapped her fingers and said, "Let me do the math, one, two, three... Hey, there are only five murderers, so it's a bit powerful."

(End of this chapter)