Magic card gods

It has to be said that the people who hang around in this green forest and rivers and lakes still have some means and connections. Even if Wei Yuan tried his best to take small paths these three days, he would never stay in the village overnight, and many people would still come to him.

In the past three days, Wei Yuan killed five waves of people successively.

The most numerous were the seven thugs with swords. It was said that they were the famous Jiangyang thieves Hangwan Qixiong in Changshui Mansion.

They robbed houses, kidnapped people for extortion, robbed ships, and did all sorts of evil. Moreover, the methods are cruel and the kung fu is tyrannical. He has been doing evil for seven or eight years and is still at large.

They have two boats under their hands, and nearly 80 younger brothers are living in the coastal waters of Hangzhou Bay. If it weren't for the fact that Mr. Qian has a wide network of contacts, even the officials and bandits have colluded with each other and used his connections to invite him. With only 20,000 taels of silver, he probably wouldn't have come!

This group of people came up directly on horseback, each of them had the strength of the second level, and the leader who wielded a sword was considered a fake third level, especially with the poisonous powder and smoke on his body, which was very insidious.

However, they only delayed Wei Yuan's efforts to make a cup of tea. In the end, all seven heads were twisted off and piled on the big rocks by the roadside.

Wei Yuan's loss was not small, his half-worn monk's robe was cut to pieces, like strips of cloth.

Wei Yuan brought a total of three clothes, so he must return to the primitive society if he continues like this!

There was another person who also came with confidence. Known as the No. 1 assassin in the Changshui Mansion and the sixth-ranked assassin in Zhejiang Province, the one-sword-sealed-throat ghost is in trouble!

This guy followed Wei Yuan from a distance in the evening, but he didn't show up, and only in the middle of the night did he come up to assassinate him all in black.

It's just that this guy has been exposed a long time ago, let alone chicken legs, if Wei Yuan didn't hold him back, Erha would have asked him to play with him a long time ago!

This guy's dagger was held in Wei Yuanyi's hand, and it was broken into seven or eight pieces! The ghost immediately ran away when he saw something bad.

Not to mention, he has real skills, and his lightness kung fu is quite amazing. In the blink of an eye, it was already three feet away!

Moreover, that black suit really has a concealing effect in the dark night, and it is almost impossible to see clearly in a flash.

Then a crystal bowl fell from the sky and smashed his head.

There is also an old man who is a master of poisons who sells chaos at a roadside stall.

As a result, Wei Yuan ate three bowls in a row, five bowls of chicken legs, and Erha ate one bowl and bit the bowl. Forcibly swallowed up the poison of this old man of hundred poisons!

Drumstick: "Boss, this bowl of yours doesn't have enough flavor! Did you use less medicine? Put more! It's not strong enough~"

In the end, the dissatisfied chicken leg scratched the old man to death with one paw.

There was also a charlatan, who didn't know if he was juggling or what. In short, his methods were fancy and changeable, such as fireball and smoke to cover up eyes, straw figures used to curse people, and gossip mirrors.

Finally, Wei Yuan saw that he really had no other means, so he punched him on the tree, which was considered a very clever way to die.

There is also a so-called Iron Corpse Taoist who practices Zombie Kungfu himself, claims to be invulnerable, and even has an Iron Corpse! Relying on this iron corpse stolen from an ancient tomb, he has been rampant in Jiangsu and Zhejiang for several years.

Wei Yuan first smashed the iron corpse to pieces with a Zen stick, and it turned into flying ash in the air. Then he held down the iron corpse Taoist, and beat him to death with his old fist!

And by the afternoon of the third day, no one came to carry out assassinations anymore.

This little monk explained with his own achievements that the bonus of 20,000 taels was less, so he had to pay more!

After a peaceful afternoon, Wei Yuan had already arrived at Yanguan Town in Haining County in the evening, which was already on the edge of Hangzhou Bay.

I will board the boat tomorrow, and I will arrive at Ningbo Mansion on the opposite side in the morning.

However, Wei Yuan did not choose to enter the town because it was troublesome. Instead, ask in a nearby village.

"Oh, there is a small temple called Guanyin Temple on the mountain over there. When I was young, the temple was bigger than it is now, and people from all over the world came here to worship Guanyin Bodhisattva! But it gradually died down, and now there is only one in the temple. The old monk is gone, and he doesn't go down the mountain, just stays in the monastery. I haven't seen him for several years, I don't know if he is still alive..."

Wei Yuan inquired with the seventy-year-old man in the village that there was a Guanyin Temple nearby, and decided to go there tonight to place an order.

When I came to Guanyin Temple on this mountain, it was already dark.

Wei Yuan could see the bright galaxy in the sky when he looked up, but now in the sky, no one cares about these stars and the Milky Way.

The Guanyin Temple looked a bit dilapidated, the small plaque on the door had been cracked, and the words "Compassionate Guanyin Temple" could barely be read.

This Guanyin Temple doesn't even have a courtyard, it's directly the gate of the main hall.

No, it’s not there, the remaining walls can still be seen now. There should have been a large courtyard, but it must have collapsed due to inability to maintain it. In the end, only the main hall and the back room are still standing.

However, the monkey carved in stone at the door is still clear, lifelike, and has not been eroded by wind and rain.

"Couldn't there be no one left?" Chicken Leg looked at the cracked door panel with peeling red paint.

"It would be nice to have a shelter from the wind and rain. I've been sleeping in the wild for three days." Wei Yuan reached out and knocked on the door.

After knocking for a while, I heard trembling footsteps, and it took a while before someone opened the door.

The door creaked when it was opened halfway, and it was unsustainably stuck. A shriveled old monk stood tremblingly inside the door.

It seemed that the old monk's eyes were not working very well. Under the light of the residual flame of the broken lantern, he squinted his cloudy and yellow eyes for a long time before he could see clearly outside the door.

At first glance, I saw a young monk with a cat and a dog knocking on the door. The old monk didn't expect it. It took him a long time to reflect and asked, "You guys...what's the matter?"

The old monk's breath was weak, if it wasn't quiet at night, he might not be able to hear it.

Wei Yuan raised his palm: "The old abbot invited me, the little monk passed by here and it's already dark, please take him in for a night."

After a few seconds, the old monk said "Oh", "Then please... come in." The old monk said weakly, and turned to lead Wei Yuan and the others.

The old monk walked in front, staggering, hunchbacked and wheezing. The night wind blew in from the door, and the tattered monk's robe was blown up with the wind, exposing his skinny calves.

Good guy, what is the end of life, this is the end of life.

Wei Yuan hurriedly stepped forward to help him, worried that the old monk would accidentally fall and travel westward on a crane.

At that time, I really have nowhere to reason! That's yellow mud in the crotch - it's not shit, it's shit!

The old abbot's hands were cold and his breathing was weak. He probably had a few days to live.

This push door is the main hall, where there is a seated statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva. What is outrageous is that the clean bottle in the hands of the Guanyin statue has been broken!

Fuck, this Guanyin Temple is too bad, don't you fix the broken Buddha statues?

But after thinking about it, Avalokitesvara may have gone to which world now, and she doesn't care about it anymore.

Moreover, this old monk is already like this, so it is not surprising that he fell asleep tonight, and he can't expect more.

The image of Guanyin has faded, but she still has a smile on her face, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised...huh? This Avalokitesvara looks a bit young, and the smile is too sweet, a bit frivolous.

But this is also normal. These days, statues are all about craftsmanship. Moreover, Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva is said to have thirty-two incarnations, such as Avalokitesvara of Sending Children, Avalokitesvara of Thousand Arms, etc. There are many kinds of images. So it's not a problem.

The old monk led Wei Yuan and the others to the shelter at the back of the main hall, and there were only two rooms here. One room was so full of sundries that it was impossible to get out. The other room had a simple wooden bed, but it was also dusty.

"You... just sleep here."

"What about you, old abbot?"

"I...I still want to chant scriptures."

"Chanting scriptures?" Wei Yuan was a little puzzled, it's almost midnight, what scriptures are you chanting?

The old monk ignored it, turned around and returned tremblingly to the main hall, blew out the candles and sat on a broken futon in a black light, without twisting the rosary, folded his dry hands together and began to recite the scriptures silently.

Wei Yuan and Drumstick looked at each other: something is wrong!

And Erha has already occupied a favorable terrain, and has chosen a place for him to sleep at night.

Wei Yuan looked at the bed, it was dusty and no one had been lying on it for at least half a year.

There was a small vat in the room, Wei Yuan lifted the wooden lid and smelled a musty smell. There is still a thin layer of rice inside, but it has become moldy, the color has turned yellow-green, and it is completely inedible...

Ask for a ticket!