The Widowed Mother, a Valiant General

Several people wondered for a while and began to approach the Buddha beads to see what the doorway was.

Looking at these Buddha beads from a distance, I feel very big, but I didn't expect that when I approached them, they were bigger, at least three meters high. Such a big stone was pushed down the mountain. It was absolutely invincible and destroyed everything.

Lu Qing couldn't help but sigh, how much manpower and time it takes to carve so many Buddha beads.

Taoist Qingfeng smiled.

"Little girl, I said that the Buddha bead was completed in only two years. Do you believe it?"

"Of course I don't believe it, not to mention how the stone is so big. It will take a long time to carve it alone."

"In fact, the mountain wall on the east side of the Buddha's head was not so steep. It was chiseled like that. I think the little girl can guess where these big stones came from."

Seeing the strange smile of Taoist Qingfeng, Lu Qing was shocked. Could it be that these huge Buddha beads were dug into the mountain wall and transported up?

With the technological level of this era, it is unimaginable to transport such a large stone to the mountain.

"In those two years, the Han people in this area almost died. After they died, they were buried under the East Cliff. In those two years, every summer, my Taoist temple can smell a stench. So I went down to the mountain for medical treatment and returned to the mountain after summer. Anyway, my disciples have already been buried under the cliff. I just need to take care of myself."

Unconsciously, Lu Qing's fist was clenched. In two years, Puhong strung such a string of Buddha beads with the blood of countless Han people, and now he uses them to crush the blood and flesh of Han people.

The look of cloud falling is also very ugly. He came to Longxi for only three years. At the beginning, I wondered why there were so few Han people here. Even the wandering begging army was a little bit. Unexpectedly, the reason was here.

I'm afraid Chengji is the only remaining Han territory.

"I didn't expect that Taoist Qingfeng had compassion for heaven and others. The poor monk thought that Taoist priest had willingly reduced himself."

This voice is gentle and pleasant to hear. It is as light as a breeze, but the bottom of people's hearts are frozen.

Lu Qing suddenly looked up, but he didn't know when a monk sat on the Buddha bead in front of them. At this time, he was reflecting the rising moon and overlooking them.

Yunluo was also surprised. They were all experts. They didn't even notice when there were more people here!

The monk's face can't be seen clearly, but a pair of eyes can't help but notice that they are a pair of starlit eyes, clear and bright.

But Lu Qing knew that this string of Buddha beads made of human flesh and blood had absolutely nothing to do with this person!

"Are you a monk with a clear heart?" Lu Qing took out the wild goose feather knife and pointed to the monk sitting cross legged on the Buddha bead.

"It's the poor monk. In front of him is Lu Qing, the Lord of wanjian city. As expected, he has a good color. No wonder he was secretly plotted by you."

Mingxin monk said, but his voice became lighter and lighter. He seemed to recall the long past, and a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

"Who are you talking about?"

Lu Qing had a creepy feeling about the monk. Now she was stretched to the extreme, but she hesitated to do it. She was not sure.

"My disciple, Ji long."

"I don't know."

"You know, he is a stone tiger."

The light in his eyes was taken back from a distance. Mingxin monk looked at Lu Qing again, and the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Lu Qing fell into the ice in an instant. She didn't expect to meet someone so close to Shi Hu so soon. In her plan, even Shi Le will not deal with until at least one or two years later, but she was so caught off guard that she actually met Shi Hu's master!

"Don't be afraid. Ji Long was taught by me from childhood. Most of his preferences follow me. He can see you, and so can I."

With that, monk Mingxin's eyes showed a gentle and appreciative smile, which seemed to be very satisfied with Lu Qing.

Lu Qing went crazy at this moment.

The fear of that moment three years ago surged up.

However, her steps were out of control, and she walked towards Mingxin monk step by step.

Others also felt wrong. Yunluo looked at Lu Qing in horror and wanted to stop him, but he saw Mingxin monk suddenly show a strange smile at him.

Yunluo suddenly understood that Lu Qing has been controlled by Mingxin. If they kill Mingxin now, Lu Qing will have an accident!

"Bojitai, shoot the arrow!"

Huo Jing was also surprised and hurried to let the fastest baijitai start.

"Stop!"

The cloud fell and shouted, and the red Ling waved in an instant and knocked out the arrow that baijitai had shot.

"What are you doing?"

Huo Jing glared at Yunluo, waved his green knife and was about to run over.

"Lu Qing has won Mingxin's soul taking method. If you rashly hurt Mingxin, Lu Qing will have problems!"

Lei Yin also frowned and nodded. He could only protect Lu Qing. He watched her face Mingxin sitting on the stone ball and entered a state of wandering.

Lu Qing returned to that night.

Looking at the stone tiger roasting human flesh at the edge of the forest.

The woman strung on the stick, she actually saw the face.

She has the same slender eyebrows as her. Her face is somewhat similar to yumingchuan, but it has been roasted by fire. There is a crack in her face, and oil drips from it.

He saw Shi Hu put his face close to the face, smelled it, looked intoxicated, and then opened his mouth.

"You let her go!" Lu Qing shouted, waving her wild goose feather knife and rushed up.

Somehow, she thought it should be yumingchuan's sister, Mingyue. She couldn't tolerate yumingchuan's little sister being eaten by Shi Hu, even if she was dead.

Running to the middle of the fire, Lu Qing found that the stone tiger was gone. There was a vast expanse of white around. There was only the grill and the people baking on it.

"Run."

The split face, spoke.

"Run."

Those godless and dry eyes stared at Lu Qing.

Lu Qing looked at her hands. She wanted to untie the people on the grill, but the charred body was still stubborn.

"Run."

Lu bit his teeth, stretched out a wild goose feather knife and cut off the rope binding the woman, but he saw that the charred body suddenly fell to the ground and broke into powder.

There was only half a face left. "Run."

Lu Qing began to run.

She entered the woods again, seemingly endless.

Vaguely remember, Han Shuo was hidden in a tree hole. She had to find the tree hole.

Keep running.

She saw the hole in the tree.

Han Shuo was not in the tree hole. He was hung on a branch, which passed through his chest.

Little body, just floating in the night wind.

It seemed that all his strength had been taken away. Lu Qing knelt on the ground and let the thorns pierce his legs and burst into tears.