Liaozhai: A Poor Monk Transcends to Immortal

Chapter 139: The city is there and the people are there, but the city is broken and people are dying (please subscribe)
The streets of the county government office were crowded with soldiers. Looking at the corpses in the cold wind, their eyes couldn't help but turn red.

These people are close friends who have been with them for a long time. Some people say that the deepest feelings are among the military. In fact, this is true. Therefore, at that moment, they had the same dream and obsession, which was to protect their home and country.

Now it's finally time to wrap the body in horse leather, and these people are just one step ahead of them.

Tomorrow, maybe it will be their turn.

There was a sound of footsteps, and a group of soldiers hastily moved out of the way. Following their dim eyes, they saw a young monk in white monk robes with his eyes tightly closed, chanting sutras on the street. surround.

He could hear that what the monk recited was indeed a salvation sutra.

These people had followed him and stationed in Guanping City for several years. Now that they are dead, they should rest in peace.Therefore, he just listened quietly and did not speak out to stop it.

"Brothers, go away. I will go down to accompany you tomorrow."

Wang Qing looked at the corpses on the ground and murmured.

Less than half an hour later, Pudu finally stood up with a sigh and looked at the soldiers standing around on the street. He saw that most of them were injured, and they must have experienced a fierce battle.

"Amitabha."

"My little monk has met all the benefactors."

Wang Qing walked out of the crowd with a smile.

"Little master, it's my turn to thank you."

"It is my duty as a Buddhist to save the souls of the dead. There is no need to say thank you to the donor."

"It's late at night and the weather is cold. Young master, you'd better follow me to the government office." Wang Qing invited.

Purdue nodded upon hearing this.

When the soldiers saw this, they gradually dispersed. They would be on the road tomorrow and have a good meal tonight or so.

Pudu followed Wang Qing into the county government office.

After sitting down, Wang Qing looked at Pudu in confusion: "Little Master, there is a war in Guanping City right now. Why are you here?"

"The young monk is here to save all sentient beings."

Wang Qing smiled, "Pursuing sentient beings" is a big tone. All living beings in this world are suffering, and it is not easy to save sentient beings. Even if he does not judge people by their appearance, he still underestimates Purdue.

"There is no one in Guanping City. If you want to save all sentient beings, young master, you should go elsewhere. I would like to thank you for this cup of tea on behalf of the dead soldiers. Drink it and leave."

Wang Qing picked up a cup of tea and gestured to Pudu.

Pudu shook his head.

Seeing this, Wang Qing couldn't help frowning: "Little master, let me tell you the truth, this Guanping City will be bombarded by barbarians tomorrow, if you don't leave, you may be buried here, since you have the heart to save all living beings , you should save your life for great things."

"If the young monk can't save hundreds of people in this city, how can he save all sentient beings?"

Wang Qing looked startled, and then he realized that this young master was probably here just for Guanping City.

After taking a closer look at Pudu, he couldn't help but ask: "Is the young master a monk?"

After seeing Pudu nod, he suddenly showed a hint of surprise.

No wonder the man with the bold words to save all sentient beings turned out to be a monk.

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What strength does such a young monk have?
Wang Qing shook his head again and said: "I understand the young master's wishes, but this is a battlefield. As soldiers, we should fight to the death to protect the city. The young master's meager strength is useless against the general situation, so it is better to leave."

Seeing that Pudu didn't say anything, Wang Qing didn't try to persuade him anymore. After all, everyone has their own choice.

However, in this case, another life will be wasted.

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On the city wall, the cold wind howled, and the sound was like the whimpering of a wild animal, which was terrifying.However, the soldiers on the city wall were all looking solemnly at the barbarian camp not far away. The two sides were only a few miles away. Even standing on the city wall, they could still clearly see the cold light swaying in the night in the distance. If If you have sensitive ears, you may still be able to hear faint whistling sounds.

Pudu and the soldiers stood on the city wall together, their eyes were deep and they had not slept all night.

The next day, when the sun had just risen, a dark cloud came over them. The barbarians headed by them burst into the sky with martial arts aura, and then pressed towards Guanping City.

"Prepare!"

A sharp roar sounded, and the soldiers on the city wall were all holding bows and arrows, with wolf-thorn iron wood placed at their feet, and steel knives hanging on their waists. A strange aura condensed on the city wall.

Seeing death as home, this is to prepare to go all out.

"Little master, it's still too late to leave now."

A soft voice came into Pudu's ears. Pudu raised his head and glanced at the old man beside him. One arm was floating in the wind, and his face was expressionless. Although he was slightly pale, he did not show any weakness.

Then he showed a smile.

"Has the donor ever thought about leaving?"

"I am the guard of Guanping. If I leave, how can I be worthy of the favor of the Jin Dynasty? Even if I go to Jiuquan, I will have no words to face my ancestors." Wang Qing said calmly, and there was a hidden meaning in his words. The word, that is, 'when the city is there, people are there, when the city is gone, people are going to die'.

Pudu nodded: "The general has loyalty, and the monk also has a reason to stay."

"put!"

As soon as Pudu finished speaking, Wang Qinghan's voice was heard.

Compared with yesterday, the arrow rain was much sparser and still caused a lot of damage to the barbarians, but they seemed to have no fear. Even if someone fell down with an arrow, the other barbarians would step on his body towards Guanping City. Like a mudslide.

When Wang Qing saw this scene, his face showed no reaction. After coming to this city, he never thought about going down.

Killing one is enough, but killing two is even better.

The arrows behind them disappeared. Under Wang Qing's order, a group of soldiers methodically picked up the iron wood under their feet and threw it down.

Listening to the screams in their ears, all the soldiers looked at each other with a little smile on their faces.

There were no war drums to boost morale, and almost every soldier gave his best effort.

It wasn't until his feet were in the air that he picked up the sword under the leadership of Wang Qing. His face was filled with a look of death, waiting for the barbarians to come to the city and throw out the last trace of blood.

However, after waiting for a long time, no barbarian could set foot on the city wall.

Wang Qing looked curiously towards the bottom of the city, and saw a golden light emerging, suppressing the barbarians that were swarming in. Even the leading barbarian warrior endured great pain and wanted to struggle to get up, but there seemed to be a pressure on his body. Like a giant mountain, powerless.

"Roar!"

A roar that was not human-like sounded outside the city, and then a slightly weaker barbarian was seen turning into blood mist, and this seemed to have a chain reaction. One after another, the bodies of the barbarians exploded and turned into blood. The fog and a strong smell of blood instantly hit my face.

"This······"

Wang Qing looked at this scene and turned around to look at Pudu in horror. He saw Pudu's face was calm and motionless, and there was even a smile on the corner of his mouth.After a while, the barbarians within a hundred meters of Guanping City had long since disappeared. Only the open space in front of the city wall was dyed blood red, and some maces were still left on the ground.

The remaining barbarians retreated a hundred meters away with fearful expressions. No matter how much the barbarian generals scolded them, they did not dare to take a step forward. In desperation, they had no choice but to retreat temporarily.Watching the bustling barbarians fade away, Wang Qing seemed to be still in shock and had not recovered for a long time.

The soldiers on the city wall also looked at this scene with some disbelief, as if they were walking at the gate of hell.

"Back, back."

An exclamation broke the silence, and a burst of cheers suddenly sounded from the city wall.

"Thank you!"

Wang Qing glanced at Pudu with a complicated expression, but he didn't expect that he had underestimated the young master.

"Amitabha."

Pudu looked at the blood below the city, a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.I thought there would be merit rewards, but I didn't expect that except for a very few, most of the barbarians would not be rewarded with merit.In other words, they have no karma and have not fought for many years. These barbarians are just in different camps.

Fortunately, apart from not giving any merit, there is no karma on him.

After thanking Pudu, a look of worry appeared on Wang Qing's face again.

Although the young master used his hands to block the barbarian attack this time, he will definitely be stronger next time. With the current strength of Guanping City, it may still be difficult to resist.

Ugh!
As if aware of Wang Qing's worries, Pudu said: "Donor, don't worry, the young monk will stay here for a few days."

"Thank you so much, little master."

Pudu nodded and took a deep look at the barbarian.

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Barbarian camp,

A ten-meter tall barbarian sat down on the throne, looking at the kneeling barbarian general on the ground, a stern expression flashed across his face.

"Our barbarian tribe only has soldiers who died in battle, and we have never flinched. Aguda, you are a shame to our barbarian tribe. Let me do whatever I want with you."

The kneeling barbarian shuddered, and then slowly raised his head: "King, Aguda is willing to lead troops to attack Guanping again. If this fails, Aguda is willing to die to apologize."

The barbarian on the throne snorted coldly and said no more. Instead, he looked at the man wearing strange clothes. He was wearing strange clothes, holding a bone staff, and had a pair of very scary eyes. The most important thing was his figure. He is short, about two meters tall, which may be acceptable for humans, but seems a bit short for barbarians.

"What do you think of the military division?"

"There are human monks who take action. Even if Aguda goes again, the result will probably be the same."

The man looked towards Guanping City, a flash of doubt in his eyes.

There is an agreement at the border. Unless the agreement is broken, neither the humans nor the barbarians are allowed to make the monks take action.Therefore, whether they are humans or barbarians, ordinary soldiers are like ants to monks.

Although he came with the soldiers, he only acted in secret and never showed his face. In this way, the human race was the first to break the rules.

Therefore, he might be able to take action.

A human monk?
I haven't seen it for a long time, I hope you won't be disappointed.

"King, I can fight with A Gu. If that human monk is ignorant, I will take him down."

"Okay, okay, just as the Imperial Master said."

Then the barbarian looked at Aguda who was kneeling below: "This king allows you to atone for your sins. You will lead the troops in the afternoon. If you can't take Guan Ping, I will take your head. As for the human monk, you I heard it too, and the national master will take action to solve it, so go ahead."

"Thank you king."

In the afternoon,

The city wall was once again crowded with soldiers. Perhaps after the morning battle, these people became a lot more relaxed.

Wang Qing looked at the barbarian camp with a solemn face. Although there was a young master, there was still a sense of uneasiness in his heart.

Finally, not long after, a black torrent struck again.

Wang Qing's complexion gradually became serious.

The most important thing is that the barbarians seemed to be prepared this time and stopped a hundred meters away from Guanping City. Then a figure slowly walked out of the barbarian camp, and all the barbarians respected him.

"No, it's a barbarian priest."

Wang Qing's complexion changed drastically, and a flash of despair flashed in his eyes.

Barbarian priest?

What is this?
Pudu looked intently at the old man in front of the barbarian camp, and saw a strange aura on his body, which was different from any aura he had seen. Moreover, his strength was not weak, and he even had a faint ability to transform into a god.

"Donor Wang, who is this barbarian priest?"

"Barbarian priests are practitioners within the barbarian tribe. They are similar to human monks. They have more bizarre abilities and can control the natural forces in the world, such as: wind, fire, thunder and lightning..."

kindness?
Isn't this the elemental ability?
Pudu couldn't help but think of the Witch Clan in the ancient times. The Witch Clan seemed to have this ability.

Looking at the barbarians again, they are also extremely tall. Although they are a little smaller than the witch clan, they are very similar. Therefore, these barbarians may be a different kind of witch clan, or they may have the blood of the witch clan. As for the barbarian priests, they are also very similar. Is it equivalent to a wizard from the Wu Clan?

However, all paths lead to the same destination, and only strength is the king.With his current strength, he would have no problem facing a god-transformation monk. If he had to fight to the death, he might not be able to kill him.The light flashed in Pudu's eyes.

"Little Master, you'd better leave. It's not worth being buried with us."

"Even if the young monk wants to leave, I'm afraid it won't be possible now." Pudu said with a smile.

After the barbarian priest appeared, he looked deeply at Guanping City, or rather at Pudu on the city wall.

Is it just the Zifu Realm?

The barbarian priest shook his head. With human cultivation, he was in the realm of transformation into gods. Although he was not in the middle stage, he still had the power to crush the human cultivators in the purple mansion realm. He could even suppress them in the blink of an eye.

"Little monk, if you leave now, I won't care about you anymore."

Although they were hundreds of meters apart, the voice of the barbarian priest seemed to ring in his ears, obviously speaking to Pudu.

Everyone on the city wall looked at Pudu at the same time. Although Wang Qing wanted Pudu to leave just now, he still held a trace of illusion. If Pudu left, hundreds of people in the city would really be doomed.

As if sensing everyone's gaze, Pudu smiled slightly: "I'm afraid I've disappointed the donor. Now that the monk is here, he has no plans to leave."

Facing Pudu's words, the barbarian priest showed no expression. He had also experienced the pedantry of Buddhism, which was nothing more than seeking death.

"Come on, please, leave the young monk to me."

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(End of this chapter)