Biography of the Immortals

Chapter 304 Little monk, why are you crying so sadly?
Yan Xi did not keep up with Gu Shengyuan and the others.

He is a small "first-class" martial artist, mixed up with a group of mortal law worlds, great masters, and monsters?
Yan Xi deliberately delayed for a while, and then Shi Shi ran down the mountain. He walked slowly, so naturally he couldn't catch up with the five people in front.

Since crossing the Jiayin Realm, Yan Xi has hardly been alone, and at worst there is a small pendant Yuechi beside him. When there are many people, it exceeds double digits.

Ever since he was successful in swordsmanship, he came and went at high altitudes, and the first and second apprentices were always on hand, but this kind of experience of being alone, walking and riding a car, is not novel.

There was nothing on Song Dafeng's body, only a few scattered silver coins.

This also made Yan Xi, who has always been "extremely rich in supplies", have a "strange" experience. He can't remember when was the last time he was so poor.

When Yan Xi walked down the mountain, he was already a little bit more tired. He saw the smoke from the kitchen in the distance, cheered up, followed the direction, walked two or three kilometers, and found a village.

After entering the village, Yan Xi didn't see the expected villagers. Instead, a group of soldiers in armor were tearing down the houses in the village and lighting a fire to keep warm.

Seeing that Yan Xi was a monk, these people were extremely impatient. He looked like a corporal leader and shouted: "Little bald donkey, where are you from?"

Yan Xi clasped his palms together and said, "Young monk comes from the White Horse Temple."

"I don't know how many benefactors, can you give me hot water to drink? If there is dry food, you can also give some."

A soldier grinned grimly and said, "There is food in the pot, you go and get it yourself."

According to Yan Xi's words, he walked to the side of the pot, took a look, and hurriedly closed his eyes.

However, there were no vegetables in the pot, nor was it unusual meat, but two human-shaped objects, which had been stewed rotten.

He was pushed from behind, and a soldier shouted: "This little monk has some meat, it wasn't enough to eat..."

Although Song Dafeng is not as good as the bitter monk, he is also from a martial arts temple, and he has practiced high-quality martial arts. How can an ordinary soldier be able to push him?

The pawns who pushed people felt that Yan Xi's feet were rooted, and shouted: "Little monk, let's get together, everyone."

Yan Xi took a deep breath, and heard the sound of the saber unsheathing behind him, but he didn't look back, he just stretched out his hand and slapped it, and the cauldron in front of him flew up, covering several soldiers who rushed up together.

Hearing these soldiers shouting and screaming in anger, he felt very sad for a while.

Yan Xi has never seen what it looked like in ancient times. He was born in a modern society, and he can't even watch foreign news that is too exaggerated.

After crossing Jiayin Realm for so long, Yan Xi also often travels in the clouds, and occasionally goes to various cities in Dagon Chao, and most of them are in bustling and lively places. All he sees are natives with a decent life. I have never seen such cruelty. .

Huichun Mansion has a nice name, but it is actually a place of bitter cold.

It is already close to the border of the Dagon Dynasty, and if we go further north, we will leave the border of the Dagon Dynasty and arrive at Wusunnu!

Wusun slaves are unparalleled in iron cavalry, and the royal court respects barbarians even more. They often invade the Dagon Dynasty, and the two sides have fought many battles.

The economy of the Dagon Dynasty is on the verge of collapse or not. How much money is there to send to the border?Therefore, ordinary people in Huichun Mansion live in extreme hardship, and people starve to death every year.These soldiers are often not paid enough, or even not enough to eat. Such brave people do not have much fear in doing things.

Seeing Yan Xi's skills, these soldiers were not afraid, even though several of their comrades were scalded by Yan Xi's overturning the hot pot, they still rushed forward while shouting.

Yan Xi was extremely entangled at first, he really didn't want to kill anyone.

Even though they saw such a tragedy, they still couldn't make up their minds, but these soldiers rushed close, holding their swords and guns at the same time, and two soldiers, with their bows and arrows, released several cold arrows, swayed, and slammed into the group of soldiers. He took a single sword and didn't use any sword skills, just a fast word.

These ordinary soldiers are no more than ordinary masters, not even third-rate fighters, how can they resist a first-rate master from Shaochan Temple like him?
Yan Xi didn't even turn his head, and didn't dare to look back. Every time he slashed out, he killed dozens of people in an instant, and killed all the soldiers.

After the murder, Yan Xi dropped his single sword and recited the Buddha wholeheartedly. He didn't believe in Buddhism, but he really felt that all living beings are suffering.

From the beginning to the end, Yan Xi never looked back, walked through the village and left on foot.

After walking for dozens of miles, Yan Xi felt that a tense heartstring suddenly broke, and his back was sweating profusely, and he wanted to cry a lot.

Riding alone, he came from a distance and galloped past Yan Xi. When the rider saw Yan Xi who was crying loudly, he reined in the horse again, came back, and asked, "little monk, why are you so angry?" crying so sad?"

"But you were kicked out of the temple by the teacher?"

"If you are kicked out of the temple, you go to Maweipo County. The magistrate Zhang Qi is serving porridge. If you walk faster, you can still catch up."

Yan Xi shook his head and said, "It's not that I was kicked out of the temple."

Immediately the knight sighed and said, "Is that because the temple was demolished? Mr. Zhang Qi, recently the Huangyao Buddhist Temple was demolished. Are you a young monk from that family?"

"Poor thing, there is still a bite to eat in the temple. If the temple is demolished, you probably won't be able to survive this cold winter."

"I still have something to do, here are some pancakes for you."

Immediately, the knight threw a few pancakes into Yan Xi's arms, galloped away, and never looked back.

Holding the dry biscuits, Yan Xi felt even more sad, but it wasn't because he couldn't eat, but he suddenly realized that the reason why this kind person left was because he couldn't help him, and he couldn't bear to watch it any longer.

"My lord Zhang Qi is busy distributing porridge and demolishing temples. Let's go to Maweipo County to take a look."

Yan Xi should have gone to look for Ma Sai'er, but he didn't want to meet Gu Shengyuan, Zhao Qianshan, Guan Qun and others, they were not all the same.

So if you want to go to Maweipo County, you have to get a foothold first.

In fact, at this time, he also has some guesses. The main story line of the Jiayin world is opened. I am afraid that the monks of all factions will take refuge in the forces of the secular world. Maybe some people will defect to the court and become a feudal official, a famous minister, or a certain prince. Maybe someone will go to a certain rebel army and become a great military advisor like Xu Maogong and Liu Bowen, or someone will go to a foreign country and become a national advisor of a small country, such as Jinlun Fawang, Jiumozhi, Baba, etc. Siba and his like win the trust of the king and seize power.

The faction trial is just a rehearsal.

It might even be decided directly, which force to take refuge in.

Yan Xi hadn't walked very far when he saw corpses abandoned on the side of the road. He recited the Buddha's name and had no choice but to ignore it.

He really regretted that he hadn't made a choice earlier.

(End of this chapter)