Small town adventure

Chapter 480

Just walking out of the crowd with Master in his arms, Zhang Yihan suddenly noticed something strange when he passed the house Zhang Dazi lived in before. Faintly, there seemed to be some Buddha light flickering faintly from that house, very faint .If it was in the past, I would not have noticed it, but after eating the inner alchemy of the monster snake, my cultivation base has greatly increased, and I am very sensitive to various magic weapons and abnormal breaths.

Zhang Yihan stopped in her tracks and began to hesitate. She lowered her head and glanced at Master. Seeing that his eyes were tightly closed, his face had already turned ashen gray. Followed by non-stop rolling down.He kept whispering in his heart: "Master! Master, you old man must persevere. I will find Uncle Seven soon..."

Thinking of this, Zhang Yihan suddenly gritted her teeth, forget it!Forget it, it's important to save Master first, at least send it to Uncle Seven.

Thinking of this, he stopped delaying, took a deep breath, and was about to run towards the entrance of the village. Before he left, he felt that the Buddha's light in that house suddenly brightened, and then dimmed .Zhang Yihan's heart tightened, and then she stopped moving.

Is there someone in this old house?Is this Buddha light a signal for help?

Could it be that Master Huicai of Putuo Mountain and his group are still trapped inside?
Zhang Yihan turned around, didn't hesitate for a moment, hugged Master and trotted towards the house.

The door was open, someone must have been here, just walked into the yard, and saw a dilapidated scene, it seems that there has been an eight-magnitude earthquake, the houses in the yard collapsed, there are ruins everywhere, just Zhang Yihan was taken aback by turning up a piece of the land, and hurried to the depths of the yard, walked forward for tens of meters, turned a corner, and saw many corpses lying in front of him.

These corpses were all dressed as monks, and they were all about 50 to [-] years old. All of them were horribly dead, with their eyes wide open and bleeding from their seven orifices.

That's right, these are the eminent monks of Mount Putuo, some of them look familiar to me, I must have met them with my master when I was a child, but I can't remember them at this moment.Thinking of this, Zhang Yihan quickly looked through these corpses one by one, but he never saw Master Huicai, the abbot of Mount Putuo, and he couldn't help feeling suspicious, is he still alive?
There is no time to think too much right now, so I have to quickly check the whole yard. If there is really no living person, I have to treat the master first.

Thinking in this way, Zhang Yihan took a few steps deeper, and suddenly, she saw figures of several people beside a big tree, and when she looked closely, they were also dressed like monks, sitting cross-legged together, He closed his eyes tightly, without any expression on his face, and there was a Zen stick stuck in a rockery next to him, a faint layer of Buddha's light glowed, covering these people, and he didn't know whether they were dead or alive.

Zhang Yihan hastily walked over, bent over to look, but he knew the monk sitting in the middle, he was Master Huicai, the abbot of Mount Putuo, although he hadn't seen each other for ten years, his appearance didn't change much .It's just that these eminent monks look very weak now, their faces are so pale that there is no trace of blood, and there is still a trace of blood oozing from the corner of Master Huicai's mouth.

(End of this chapter)