Maoshan Ghost King

Not long after, a monk from the Reclining Buddha Temple sent a few changed clothes and handed them to them. There was a place to wash in the monk's house. A group of people were taken and left here, and they each changed their wet clothes.

While everyone was not paying attention, Songkhla sneaked out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Ge Yu: "I am Songkhla. It is safe for the time being. The Reclining Buddha Temple in Bagan, Myanmar, come here soon."

After sending the text message, Songkhla immediately shut down, put the phone away, and let out a sigh of relief.

In the current situation, Songkhla knew that just a few days ago, Sister Thira was still the leader of Pattaya, and a group of good players gathered under her hands, but in a blink of an eye, everything was wiped out and killed by the traitor Song En. After fleeing, many people turned to each other and became Song En’s subordinates. It is impossible for Thira to return to Pattaya, or even to stay in Southeast Asia, as long as Thira stays in Southeast Asia for one day. , Sooner or later Song En will find him one day.

Therefore, Songkhla made her own claim and informed Ge Yu that she had only one purpose, which was to pick up the lift from Southeast Asia and send it to China. No matter where it was arranged, it was safer than here.

As for the small stockade in deep Burma mentioned by Tira, it is not reliable at all. Maybe it was discovered by Song En and destroyed directly.

Songkhla has been unable to figure out why the man from Tira is such a tough man in the Chinese spiritual world, and Tira has been so hard in Pattaya, and gave birth to him. Why has it reached the critical point of life and death? Tira still refused to say a word to the man.

Songka knew in her heart that when Tira spoke, the man named Wu Jiuyin would never ignore it.

It's just that Song Ka suffers from not having Wu Jiuyin's mobile phone number, or he would have called him a long time ago, so that the unhappy man knows how miserable the current big sister Tila is.

Songka sighed, only full of helplessness.

Not long after, Tila and the others simply put on clean clothes and came to a hall again.

There are already several monks waiting outside the main hall, and there are several medicine chests beside them.

When Zen Master Mai Peng saw the arrival of a few of them, he found that they were all wounded by swords. Fortunately, there were monk doctors in this temple who were specially treating people, waiting in the main hall for a long time.

As soon as they came over, they began to bandage the wounds of the few people, and also took them a few pills.

Tira was also injured. Song En brought a group of people suddenly and killed them by surprise. When fighting with Song En, he suffered internal injuries and fleeed here.

Now that I suddenly settled down, I suddenly felt sore all over my body. Fortunately, I finally found a place to stay. I didn't expect to do good things for a while, but now I have such good results.

When the group was about to deal with it, Zen Master Mai Peng appeared in the hall again and greeted a few people to go elsewhere for some fast food.

The journey was exhausted and frightened. These people hadn't eaten and closed their eyes for a day and night, and all of them were groaning with hunger.

After Tira expressed his gratitude, he followed Zen Master Mai Peng to the fast room and dine with the monks in the temple.

The sky was dark unconsciously, and the night after the rain was slightly cooler, but I don't know when, from where a few black clouds floated, covering the stars and closing the moon, making the night a bit richer again.

During the fast meal, a group of big monks were all dining silently.

Tila and Wu Silu, as well as his three subordinates, had just finished their dressing, and sat there quietly eating.

A child as small as Wu Silu was also drifting away with them. This is a very sensible child. Even if he saw so much blood and blood, he didn't feel so scared. Even if he walked along the way, he stumbled and rubbed his body. It was broken or touched in many places, and the child never screamed in pain.

Like them, the child has not eaten all day and night, nor has he ever called out that he is hungry.

Now that he finally had food to eat, Wu Silu lowered his head and held the rice in his mouth, looking like he was devouring it.

Tila looked distressed, stretched out her hand to pat his little head, and whispered to the side: "Xiao Lu, you eat slowly, so you will choke." As he said, Tila was still facing his rice bowl. I picked some vegetables.

The food in the temple is not so horrible, but a few people also eat it very fragrantly.

A smile appeared on Zen Master Maipeng's face, and he looked at Wu Silu, and suddenly said, "Little Wawa, you have a good bone, do you want to follow the old monk to practice here?"

According to Zen Master Mai Phong, there was a hint of joy on Tira’s face. Zen Master Mai Phong is a very famous monk throughout Southeast Asia. His cultivation is even more profound and he is admired by people, whether in Myanmar. It is still Thai, and monks are all respected. If Wu Silu can follow Master Mai Peng in practice, that would be the best.

Tiara glanced at Wu Silu, just about to say something, Wu Silu who was devouring suddenly stopped the action in his hand, reached out and wiped the rice grains at the corner of his mouth, and suddenly said: "I don't want to practice with you. I don't want to be a monk. I want to be like my dad and be a hero, killing all the bad guys who bullied my mother."

When Wu Silu suddenly said something like this, the lifting was unexpected.

From the time he was sensible, Wu Silu would often ask himself why others have fathers, but he does not.

Every time Wu Silu asked this question, Tila's heart would be anxious and painful, so he had to tell him that his father was a great hero in a far away place. As long as he grew up, he could see his father.

Whenever he said this, Wu Silu always looked forward to it.

Tila has always treated him as a child, but the children will grow up, and they are almost ten years old. Everything is in sight, even if he doesn't say anything, he understands in his heart.

The child is finally about to grow up.

"Xiao Lu, how do you talk to Master Maipeng? You can't be so rude." Tira said angrily.

Wu Silu looked back at his mother, bowed his head and continued to eat.

Zen Master Mai Peng smiled slightly, waved his hand, and said, "It's okay, it's okay... the old monk just said that, since he didn't want to, the old monk wouldn't force it. It's just that the old monk hasn't seen it for so many years. With such a good child, it would be a shame if this child does not practice...Also, for such a small child, why murder is so serious? As the mother of the child, you are also responsible."

Tira lowered her head and stopped speaking. Yeah, after being with her for years, this child has seen a lot of beatings and killings with his own eyes...

The banana leaves in the yard suddenly trembled a few times, and an air of murder spread...