Listening to politics behind a curtain?Kill the Queen Mother at the beginning!

Chapter 49 Kill until no one can kill
"unconsciously,"

"Is there only one left?"

Luo porridge turned over the map,

Looking at the location of the temple marked above, he whispered to himself.

Look closely,

The thousands of elite cavalry behind the young man were all covered with blood. It is not an exaggeration to say that they were soaked in blood.

"That's it,"

"After killing one trip, go back and rest."

After Luo Porridge said that, he rode his horse and continued to go east, the coldness between his brows was a bit cooler than the cold moonlight that fell that day.

Hoi An Temple,
at the courtyard wall,
"Run away!"

"Run away!"

"The money in the baggage is enough to bribe the guards!"

"As long as you leave this capital, you can live!"

A dozen fat-headed and big-eared monks turned over from the courtyard wall with their bags on their shoulders. Their expressions were extremely flustered, because even from a long distance, they could see the flames of temples in the city soaring into the sky.

Now only the east is safe,
I think the thief hasn't been killed yet.

As we all know, fear is the most capable of stimulating people's potential. After climbing over the courtyard wall, a group of monks who weigh no less than two hundred catties can still walk like flying despite their fat and trembling. The east gate fled away.

"Abbot, you can escape with Dizi!"

backyard,

A young monk begged bitterly while looking at the skinny old monk sitting cross-legged in front of him.

"Brother, they have all left."

"I'm procrastinating, I'm afraid I don't have time..."

Looking at the young monk's expression, he was very anxious. After all, the temple was already empty except for a few old monks who couldn't walk.

"You run for your life."

The old monk listened to the anxious shouts in his ears, and still remained motionless. He was already old, and his life was already exhausted. Even if he left, he would not live long. Why not wait for that person to come and ask some doubts in his heart .

"Abbot, then your string of beads..."

Although the young monk was admonishing him, his gaze never left the string of red sandalwood beads on the skinny old monk's wrist.

"My son, I'm just afraid of falling into the hands of thieves."

The man did not wait for the latter to answer,
So I explained it like a guilty conscience,
Hearing the sound, the skinny old monk didn't show much emotion, he just took off the Buddhist beads in his hand silently and handed them out.

"Abbot, my son is looking at your cassock..."

Just received the beads,

His eyes fell on the cassock inlaid with precious stones again,
"Take it all."

The skinny old monk took off his cassock, leaving only a monk's robe.

"Thank you abbot!"

"Thank you abbot!"

The young monk was overjoyed after receiving the things, hurriedly put the Buddhist beads into his pocket, and folded the cassock in the bag, and then hurriedly ran out of the city without saying a word of persuasion.

"Namo Amitabha Ye Dotagata Ye..."

The skinny old monk looked at the young monk's back and recited the mantra of passing away to himself. Logically speaking, the Buddha came from the west, but the direction the old monk sat cross-legged was inexplicably facing the east, and he didn't know where he was. Do you know who to listen to?
at the East Gate,

"This……"

The young monk was panting and managed to escape to the base of the city wall, and then he was relieved. Because he cherished money, he was not willing to go through the city gate. After all, it took a lot of money to bribe the guards.

And this place is still tens of feet away from the city gate, and ordinary soldiers would not notice this corner at night, even if they heard a little movement, no one would care.

Because there are several dog holes under the wall, which were dug out by dogs from outside the city when they planed for food in the city. Usually, you can hear a few barking dogs and some rustling movements, but it is a little quiet tonight. a little too much,

Right now, he was running for his life, so the young monk naturally didn't think much about it, he leaned over and pouted his buttocks, and slid into the dog hole.

As soon as he stretched out his head to poke outside, he froze.

There were several disemboweled corpses lying outside the dog cave. They lost their heads when they fixed their eyes. When they moved to the left, they saw a few carts parked outside the city gate.

It was not ordinary goods piled up, but neatly stacked human heads, many of which were very familiar. Beside the carriage were dozens of brocade guards with Yanling knives who were collecting property. The soldiers at the tower were just quietly Watching, and occasionally taking the unattractive small objects thrown by Jin Yiwei.

"not good……"

Seeing this, the young monk's heart was about to burst,
When the head is just about to retract,
"call out…"

A feathered arrow has been shot towards the forehead, the arrow is not strong, it is stuck between the skull, it does not go deep, and it will not be directly fatal, but there is a severe pain, dizziness,
A shadow weighs down,
just looked up,

"Boom..."

A goose feather knife has fallen,

The arrow is weak,
The blade is fast,

There was a whirling feeling,

His own head was thrown far away,
"Boom..."

This is the sound of heavy objects falling,
The remaining sliver of consciousness allowed him to see clearly the heads in front of him, they were indeed familiar and steaming, because these were the monks who had fled from the temple earlier, and his senior brothers who had been with him for more than ten years.

At this point, there was another bald head on the hill of human heads piled up in the carriage. There were no fewer than hundreds of them, enough to pile up a small Jingguan. Obviously, all the fish that escaped the net were blocked here.

……

At the beginning of the child,
Hoi An Temple,
"Be quicker with your hands."

Luo Porridge waved his hand and said,
There is also a bit of fatigue between the brows,
"promise!"

The Tiqi behind him killed from both sides very familiarly, but there were not many bald donkeys in the temple, only a few sporadic ones, and within a few breaths, they all fell under the Yanling Saber.

Luo Porridge passed through the empty main hall, walked towards the backyard, and looked up, under a bodhi tree surrounded by several people, a skinny old monk clasped his hands and opened his lips lightly.

While reciting the Buddha's mantra of rebirth,

I don't know who I want to listen to?
"Many, many people have died tonight..."

"Why did the benefactor come here?"

"How can you give up?"

The young man who was approaching by the old monk stopped reciting the mantra and asked aloud, even looking at the murderous Jin Yiwei behind him, his mood did not fluctuate too much.

Even if I know it, I can't change anything.
But I still want to stay and ask for an answer.

"I don't even say those vain words for the country and the people. I came here tonight to avenge myself!"

"In the words of you bald donkeys, the monk Jiujie of the White Horse Temple killed me for the cause, and my destruction of Buddhism is the result."

"As for how to give up?"

"If the country is enmity, the country will be destroyed!"

"If the family hates, then slaughter the whole family, young and old!"

"If it's a sect, then step through the mountain gate!"

"If it is a sect, its inheritance will be broken!"

Luo Porridge's thoughts were clear and loud, and a strong wind blew by, the python pattern on the young man's chest was lifted by the wind, as if he had come to life, with fangs and claws, so ferocious.

"Amitabha!"

"Benefactor, when is it time to repay the injustice?"

The skinny old monk looked at the hostile young man and sighed. With these words, he had already told countless people to put down their butcher knives, but this time he felt so pale and powerless.

"When is it?"

Luo porridge walks in the courtyard,
His brows suddenly stretched.

"When I kill until there is no one left to kill, and die until there is no one left to die, if you think about it, this karma will be over..."

The cold wind brought the last words spoken by the young man to the ears of the skinny old monk who was dying.

"Pfft..."

Before the skinny old monk ran out of oil and died of old age,
Luo Porridge had already stabbed the Xiuchun knife into his stomach.

"thump……"

After the last bald donkey fell,

Luo Porridge put the knife back into its sheath neatly, stepped on the filth all over the ground, and walked out without looking back. He is a person with a cold heart, so why should he be expected to be merciful?

So far,

There is neither a temple nor a bald donkey in Shangjing.

(End of this chapter)