Look In the Mirror

  Chapter 492 Public Complaints Boiling

   "Then Miss Wang... unexpectedly... actually went to the Dizang Temple when Zaoshi Wang was away, in order to wake up her mother.

   Pitiful for such a talented and beautiful woman, but was surrounded by a group of monks... Sigh. "

  When the passer-by said this, his face was full of regret.

  The other person couldn't help beating his chest when he heard the words: "Oh, Miss Wang is really a filial child."

   "Yeah, the matter is over here."

"result…"

   "Why? Don't those monks still refuse to take out the 'Shenshui'?!"

   "That's not true, but Shenshui came in exchange.

   It's just that no one thought that after Wang Tan woke up and heard that her daughter had sacrificed herself, she was in pain. "

   "I went to the Dizang Temple without waiting for the good news, and insisted on interceding with the monk to welcome my daughter back."

   "Sigh, although the mistress of the Wang family is getting older, she is still a half-old mistress."

   "I didn't expect those monks to be picky..."

   "Could it be..."

   "Alas, the mother and daughter never came back."

   "Beast!"

  Many passers-by cursed after hearing the words.

  In any case, Wang Zaoshi is a man of knowledge and talents, and he is also a top figure in Jinsang City.

  Usually, even if the city lord wants to see him, he has to invite him three days in advance!

   But at this time, the crowd suddenly separated.

   "A teacher for one day and a father for life! My mentor is humiliated! Student Zhao Chuan, how can I bear it!"

   Before the words fell, a young man with a determined face walked out of the crowd.

   There is also a white waist tied on the body.

   Followed directly behind Wang Zaoshi, following silently.

   "Zhao Chuan! Could it be the Zhao Chuan who joined Jixia Academy not long ago?!"

   "That's right! I heard that he was accepted by Legalist master Han Weizi and became a personal disciple!"

  Amidst the astonishment of the crowd, another white-faced scholar came out, also wearing a white cloth around his waist.

   "Student Zhang Duanwu, I would like to seek justice for my teacher's mother and sister!"

   After finishing speaking, he also followed behind Wang Zaoshi.

   "Zhang Duanwu? Could it be Zhang Duanwu who was ranked seventh in my selection this year?!"

   "Ranked seventh?! Isn't that going to be interviewed by God?!"

   "He is also Wang Zaoshi's disciple?!"

   "In the entire Jinsang City, among all the young students, which one has not handed over a post to Wang Zaoshi?"

   "Student Liu Hong..."

   "Student Yuan Zhou..."

   "Student Sha Xingye..."

  …

  Suddenly, all the young talents in Jinsang City swarmed out.

  All followed behind Wang Zaoshi.

  Each one is a white cloth around the waist, with a solemn face.

  Wang Zaoshi shed tears in two lines, even though he was desolate at this time, he still had the strength of character.

   But old man Pan in front of Wang Zaoshi was panicked.

  He didn't expect that he would engage in such a big battle.

  While walking, the soles of my feet couldn't help but spin.

   "It's so fast, how can I miss Ximenzai!"

  The rough voice is like the sound of a gong.

  When the old man Wu heard the words, his legs went limp, and he almost overturned himself and the car to the ground.

  Everyone looked intently, only to see that the person who came was very thick, with a sharp bone-chopping knife in each hand, looking murderous.

   is the famous Ximen Butcher in Jinsang City.

   Speaking of which, this Ximen Butcher is also a legendary figure.

  When he was young, he was childhood sweetheart with the old man's wife, Mrs. Pan.

  However, he was a martial idiot, and he was full of thoughts on cultivation, and later he succeeded in worshiping the Kegu Mountain outside the Great Wall and became an outer disciple.

  In terms of physical fitness, he is quite talented, and he was promoted all the way to become an inner disciple.

   Later, he found that he had no hope of breaking through the inner scene, and recalled his former lover, so he chose to become a teacher.

  At that time, Mrs. Pan had already married as a woman.

  This matter became a hurdle in the heart of the old man Ximen.

  He felt ashamed of Mrs. Pan, so he set up a butcher stall on the street and guarded it silently.

   "Hey! The surname Wu, you have been withered all your life, and I have looked down on you all your life."

   "I didn't expect you to stand up at this time!"

   "A-Lian! You married the wrong person!"

   "This Wu Dalang has a solid foundation!"

  Ximen Butcher looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, his tiger eyes were hot, but it was a hero with tears and a strong man with tenderness.

  When the old man in Wu heard the words, he was moved and inevitably became jealous.

  However, because of the prestige, I dared to whisper in my heart.

  With the addition of Ximen Butcher, the people of Jinsang City seemed to have confidence and joined the team one after another.

   "Butcher Ximen is no ordinary person, and the one who killed the Buddha may not necessarily be his opponent."

   "Extremely opposite, those pair of boning knives are made of black iron, even ghosts and gods can split them, let alone monks with mortal bodies!"

   "With so many of us, could it be that we can't deal with those monks?!"

   "Let's go! Destroy that Ksitigarbha Temple!"

   A group of people walked straight towards the Dizang Temple.

  East of Jinsang City.

   Ksitigarbha Temple.

  In the Daxiong Hall, there is a majestic Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva enshrined.

  The Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows and looked down at the kneeling woman.

   Beside him, a monk was beating the wooden fish with a solemn expression.

  The old woman stood up tremblingly, walked to the monk with hesitant steps, and put a white porcelain bowl on the table.

  Hands reached into his pockets, took out and took out again, and it took three or five breaths before he gathered up a handful of broken silver.

  A pair of dry hands weighed about ten taels.

   Then he squeezed the silver in his hand again and again, as if trying to break it apart.

   After a long time, tremblingly, he put all the broken silver on the table.

   At this moment, the sound of the wooden fish stopped, and the monk glanced at the broken silver on the table, and frowned, as if a little disgusted.

  But he still shouted weakly: "Blessings from Ksitigarbha."

   Then a bowl of divine water was filled from the side.

  The old woman glanced at the muddy water on the table, with tears in her eyes, she turned her eyes away, and carefully picked up the white porcelain bowl.

   raised his head and glanced at Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, his face was full of compassion, and he remained silent.

  But at this moment, behind this Buddha statue, there is another scene.

  A carved precious bed, with a bald monk in the middle, holding a white body on the left and right, sleeping soundly.

  At this time, the door slammed softly, and the monk was disturbed from his dream. He frowned slightly, as if a little unhappy: "Who?"

   "Brother, there are many people gathered outside the temple."

   "Huh? The people gathered?"

  The monk smiled evilly at the corner of his mouth, as if a little disdainful, he squeezed the woman in his arms with his big hands.

   "Please come in if you burn incense, and call out if you make trouble."

   "Do you still want me to teach you?"

  The monk snorted coldly, very dissatisfied, but the disciple outside the door whispered: "Brother, the situation is a little different this time."

   "You should go and have a look."

  The monk felt a little bit in his heart, thinking that at this critical moment, nothing could go wrong.

  So reluctantly withdrew his arm from the warm fragrance of nephrite jade.

   "Two beauties, wait for this mage to go out and save sentient beings."

   Soon he was fully dressed and covered with a fiery red cassock.

  This cassock has a coquettish gold thread, red gauze like fire, and patchwork sleeves, just enough twenty-five stitches.

  Wearing cassock, the whole body shines brightly.

  Looking from a distance, it really looks like a dignified monk with a precious face.

  He looked up and down, and if he didn't miss anything, he opened the door and went out.

  Only two young girls were left on the bed, with dull expressions and lifeless eyes.

  (end of this chapter)