how to kill a dragon

Chapter 36 Burning the Dragon King Temple

The Miaozhu of the Dragon King Temple in Qiantang received a lot of offerings today, and the auspicious words were dry, but fortunately, they got a lot of money.

With saliva on his fingers, he happily counted the money he received today. The smile lines on Miaozhu Baipang's face deepened, and his smile became more benevolent, just like a happy Maitreya with a happy smile.

He likes to celebrate festivals, even though he can only stay in the temple during festivals, pray dryly to all believers, and can't see the lively scene outside, but he still likes to celebrate festivals.

People especially like to pray in temples during festivals.

Prayer is income, and it is when he helps the Dragon King shower the kindness of the world, how can he not like it?

Miao Zhu was busy until very late today, and did not pack up and prepare to rest until no one came over.

Tonight, the gate of the Dragon King Temple is not closed all night, and the lights are brightly lit during the festival. After all, no one knows when the gods will come.

After closing the door of his room, he stuffed the money offered by the believers under his bed, blew out the candles, covered the quilt and closed his eyes to prepare for sleep.

He fell asleep quickly, snored slightly, but woke up quickly, maybe because of being too excited, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.

He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling above his head. The light outside made the room glow slightly. Miao Zhu made a meaty belly on the bed. It might be because he was too full tonight, and his stomach was bloated. Panic.

Miao Zhu squinted his eyes and was about to fall asleep, but suddenly opened his eyes again.

No, this light is not like a normal light!
Miao Zhu immediately thought of the thousands of bright lights sent by believers piled up outside the Dragon King Temple, and got up from the bed in a jerk, and rushed out of the room barefoot without even putting on his shoes.

As soon as the door was opened, a burning smell came oncoming, and the temple outside did not know when it started to ignite a raging fire!
Sure enough, it was on fire!

Miao Zhu quickly took the bucket in the corner and ran barefoot to the water tank in front of the Dragon King Temple to fetch water, shouting while running, "The water is gone! The water is gone! Put out the fire! Put out the fire!"

"Come and put out the fire!"

He stepped on the ground warmed by the fire with his bare feet, took half a bucket of water from the water tank, and rushed into the temple.

Everything else is easy to say, the murals in the temple were painted by him at a high price, so they cannot be destroyed in this fire.

He poured water into the main hall where the fire was the largest and fiercest, and when he was about to turn around and continue to fetch water to put out the fire, he suddenly found that there was still a person in the Dragon King Temple!

Miao Zhu rubbed her soot-smeared eyes, what's going on!

There are still people inside!
He yelled inside, "Come out! It's on fire! Run! Come out!"

"Can you hear me! Come out!"

"on fire!"

But watching the raging fire in the main hall blocked all the way in and out.

Miao Zhu rubbed his eyes again with his black hands, and took a closer look to make sure there was someone inside.

He immediately dropped the bucket, picked up the golden gong next to him, and knocked loudly.

He ran barefoot on the hot road, and he didn't care that his feet were blistered. He just ran to the street and beat the gong vigorously, calling for help, "It's on fire! Help! There are people inside! Help!"

The one who is still inside is naturally Wang Xiaotai.

The fire blocked her sight, and she didn't know that there was someone outside running desperately for her, breaking the blisters on the soles of her feet for her, getting wet and trying to rush in to rescue her.

Wang Xiaotai watched the fire devour all the murals, and watched the fire envelop the entire Dragon King Temple.

She laughed wildly inside, and cried wildly inside, her hair was disheveled, her voice was sharp, her demeanor was mad, and she didn't realize it was burning.

"How dare you build a temple for it!"

"How dare you pray to it!"

"It's only been three years, only three years!"

"It killed my father and mother, it killed Dandan, it killed the village chief, it killed me!"

"It killed everyone, and the land you are standing on is all the flesh and blood of my dearest relatives! 60! 60! 60! Did it just pass by so lightly! This is a blood feud! Dai Tian!"

Wang Xiaotai knocked all the tributes in the Dragon King Temple to the ground, raised her foot and crushed the exquisite tributes and fruits, and threw the burning lantern at the top of the temple at the portrait of the Dragon King of Qiantang.

"You built a temple for it today, have you asked our consent! Is it worthy! Is it worthy!"

"Under the Buddha Beaver Temple, the Society Drum and the Divine Crow!"

"It's worthy to look back! It's worthy to look back!"

The fire burned, and in the murals of the Dragon King Temple, all the gods and Buddhas were asking questions in the clouds. They were angry or benevolent, fell down and held the ring, looked down at the vast sentient beings, and looked down at this crazy girl in the sea of ​​fire.

The gods and Buddhas are speechless, the sea of ​​fire is boundless, and people are in the midst of it, their souls are scattered and their souls fly away.

In the flames, Wang Xiaotai lost strength and fell to the ground. She looked at the raging fire, and at the flames that were about to climb onto her body.

Wang Xiaotai took the initiative to move her hand over, as if to touch the flame.

Burn it, burn it, burn it out, burn it to the ends of the earth, burn the whole world.

Burn it, burn it, burn me to death, burn him to death, burn to hell, burn out reincarnation, burn through the three realms, burn to the top of Mount Tai, burn to beyond nine days!Let everything be reduced to ashes!

Wang Xiaotai lost her breath amidst such violent thoughts.

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Accompanied by the county guard, Chang Sheng knocked on the door of the prison in Anding County overnight, and under the guidance of the jailer, one door after another was opened.

In the deepest part of the prison, where there was no light, she saw Wang Xiaotai whose neck and hands were bound by heavy shackles.

The girl's hair was disheveled, and there was some dirty blood on the forehead. It is said that it was hit by a falling beam, and the blood was smudged around the male acupoint.

The right hand was bent limply on the shackles at a strange angle, and the whole hand was dripping with blood, and the bones could be seen sharply.

Changsheng heard that the sheriff said that it was when she was saving people. She was already in a coma and suddenly woke up, holding on to the hot pillar and refusing to leave the scene of the fire.

In desperation, she had no choice but to break her right hand, and everyone pulled her away vigorously, and then rescued her from the scene of fire.

But now Wang Xiaotai sat quietly on the ground, not like the madness they said, she raised her head when she heard someone coming, and then lowered her head obediently after taking a look at herself.

A pitiful appearance of a weak and suffering little white flower.

I don't know if I recognized myself.

"Remember me? Wang Xiaotai."

Chang Sheng asked, "Three years ago, we met."

As soon as Changsheng heard the news, he rushed over immediately. She wanted to meet Wang Xiaotai before she was executed, and she wanted to confirm one thing with her.

"I said, we'll meet again, and then we'll be best friends."

"Wang Xiaotai, did you hear what I said?"

Seeing Wang Xiaotai standing still on the ground, Changsheng frowned and asked.

Could it be that he was knocked dizzy and couldn't hear himself?

"You, the way they look at me, is like looking at a madman."

Wang Xiaotai who was sitting on the ground moved, her voice was very soft, slow and hoarse.

Looking at Chang Sheng standing outside the prison, the corners of her mouth moved slightly, and she smiled, as if she was saying something funny, and quickly calmed down.

She seemed to be describing an ordinary thing, "Maybe I am indeed crazy."

"I used to be very timid, I didn't dare to die, I didn't even dare to starve myself."

"I drank a big bowl of porridge when I thought I should die the most."

"A big bowl of bloody delicious porridge."

"But this time, I'm not hungry anymore, and I don't want to eat."

"So, I probably really want to die. Is it a good ending to die at this time?"

Wang Xiaotai's voice was too low to be heard, and Chang Sheng didn't hear what she was saying when he got close.

She is like a pile of burnt ashes, no matter how you fiddle with it, there is no lingering smoke.

Karmic fire burns the body, such a big fire can burn the entire Dragon King Temple, and it must also burn all the pain, right?
　In the past two days, I have been encouraged by the comments of my classmates!Classmates, you should study hard!Books can be saved for reading at night or on weekends
　　Thank you Ning Heling and Calot for their evaluation and encouragement!

　　Thank you Xin Mo for your comments and rewards!

　　Thank you, Yuanyuan, for your support~ There are still people who want to be the operation officer of my book, Hahaha
　　Your support in the bleak data is my motivation!
　　Without a root, stepping out of the old mother's palace, the next step is the beginning of the big stage of Xiaotai's life~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)