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The dream of the dead that Racha speaks of is nothing more than an ancient Ionian superstition, and because he would have a bad conscience if he didn't. But when he said he could help, he really meant it.

It is a pity that these days, monks who are willing to travel thousands of miles to save others are not easy to find.

Most of the monks in the temples are people who devote themselves to spiritual practice. They have no other intentions, but just want to spend the rest of their lives peacefully and securely in their temples. The lives of other people have nothing to do with them at all, and a few of them will occasionally accept some local transcendence, or remove the evil spirits for others. But that's just to get money for a better cleanup.

If you want to find a monk who is willing to travel thousands of miles to save others, you can only find those walking monks.

They are very special among monks. The walking monks also value the practice, but not like their temple counterparts. They put their practice on the road, these stubborn practitioners follow the ancient tradition of measuring the land of Ionia with their feet, and all they see in the process is practice.

They will treat the poor for free, and teach children without parents for free. If on the way, they see injustice, they will also take action directly. Thanks to their special practice, walking monks are usually extremely powerful.

Racha has no doubts about this. He had heard a story about how a walking monk hundreds of years ago defeated a giant tiger as tall as a mountain with his bare hands. It must be admitted that a large part of the reason monks have so much respect in Ionia is because of the walking monks.

But they were hard to find, and the walking monks were on the road all their lives. Ionia is so huge that so far none of the walking monks have fulfilled their collective wish to measure the land of Ionia with both feet.

Jie said, "The local monks won't leave their temples too far. Haven't you considered finding monks near your village?"

The fisherman answered his question: "The price charged by the monks near the village is too high, and we cannot afford it. What's more, it is the funeral expenses of 63 people, and we cannot afford even one of them."

Jie pondered for a while: "Okay, it seems that we have to go to Suji Temple."

"Suji Temple? Where is that?"

Another dark-haired young man who came down the stairs answered their questions. His face looked very tired, but his eyes were still bright: "It's an ancient place of sanctuary, where there are many walking monks. If If we're not lucky enough to meet a walking monk on the road, we might as well try our luck there."

"You are?"

"My name is Shen.

It was my father who gave the order about your village. ' Shen replied calmly, as if the whole thing had nothing to do with him.

He went on to say: "Ku Sai is dead, and the relevant members have returned to nature with him, and the rest of the idle personnel have been disbanded. Now, I am the only remaining member of the sect. If you still want revenge, you can come and find me. I."

"Don't be stupid, Shen. The sect is gone, even if you refuse to quit." Jie shook his head.

Shen turned his head to look at his companion, and he said firmly, "No, quit. Father has been too extreme in many things, he has done many wrongs. There must be someone to make up for those mistakes for him, and that person only Could be me."

The fisherman interrupted their conversation and said: "Let the hatred end here, although I don't know what the Equilibrium sect is. But people are dead, I can't blaspheme the dead or go to the sheep spirit and The wolves demand their souls."

"Help us find a monk who is willing to save them, that's enough." Racha said.

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Suji Temple, Suji Temple. Call this place whatever you want, it's on a small island in the far east of Ionia, and it's not as beautiful as the rest of Ionia. On the contrary, the Suji Temple is located on the snow-capped mountains, and the environment is extremely harsh.

Snowstorms and cliffs are basically all the scenery here.

Shen, Jie, the fisherman, and Racha were wearing thick cotton clothes and walked along a path on the edge of the cliff with difficulty. The piercing cold wind blew their faces as if they were in pain from being cut by a dull knife. The fisherman walked in the front. He said that he was the tallest, and standing in front could withstand the wind and snow for others.

Racha is the thinnest, standing at the end of the line. Jie and Shen were in the middle of the team.

"How long will it take to get to the top of the mountain?!"

Racha growled, he didn't want to talk like that. He had the impression that only the wildest and most obscene people would talk to others like this, but there was no other way to get his voice into other people's ears at this time.

Hearing his voice, the fisherman did not turn his head, but also shouted loudly, "Come on!"

Jie's voice entered Racha's ears along the whistling wind: "Actually, there is no need for you to follow, this road is too dangerous."

"No, if we ask them to supervise the people of the village, how can we not come in person?"

Racha is more stubborn than normal people can imagine in some respects, and Jie stopped talking. They went up the mountain in silence and reached the top when it was getting dark.

Suji Temple is neither grand nor grand. It was made of wood, crumbling in the icy wind howling from the top of the mountain, and it existed for thousands of years, but it never really collapsed.

There was a statue in the doorway—at least Racha really thought it was a statue before he moved.

He was shirtless, but he remained poised in such inclement weather. He stood on one leg, raised the other leg between his knees, and folded his hands in contemplation in the snow. An old oil lamp hanging in front of the temple gate was still bright in the wind, and the light illuminated half of his face. Racha felt that he was like a stubborn stone.

"Hello, guests from afar."

The strange monk opened his eyes, and he bowed his head politely to greet them.

He took a step forward: "Hello, Master. We came here just to—"

"Ah, I'm not a master. Shenlong knows what you are asking for, guests, please come in." The monk said with a smile, turning to his side. The old wooden door behind him swung open.

Racha didn't know if it had been blown away by the wind or what, but the place gave him a chill at the same time.

The four of them filed in.

The monk was still standing in front of the door, and his voice reached their ears through the wind and snow: "Please wait a moment, the master in the temple is meditating, but he will wake up soon."