There's a Madman Sharpening His Knife at Night

The night was dark and windy, and the snow was heavy. A group of black figures were walking against the wind and snow on the barren mountains. They walked in a row. The person walking in the front had a huge body and fit into the wind and snow. The people behind them followed closely. , extremely fast.

Suddenly, a person in front stopped abruptly.

"There's fire ahead!"

Someone behind him heard the words, and immediately stepped forward and waved his hand, scattering the wind and snow that was coming towards him, and looked up.

"It's the location of the mountain temple on the mountain."

"The wind and snow are very strong, go up to hide from the snow?"

"Let's leave tomorrow!"

"Let's go to the temple!"

Lu Hu was sitting by the bonfire in the temple when he suddenly heard the sound of someone stepping on the snow outside the door.

As soon as Lu Hu heard this voice, he was already not far from the mountain temple, and then quickly approached the temple.

Lu Hu's hand had already grasped the handle of the knife, his eyes fixed on the door, ready for battle.

Those who can travel in the mountains in heavy snow late at night will never dare to do so without someone to rely on.

You don't need to think about it to know that the strength of the person coming will definitely not be bad.

The sound disappeared outside the temple gate. A burly figure appeared outside the door.

Just when Lu Hu thought someone was about to push open the door and enter.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

There was a knock on the door.

"It's very windy and snowy. Can I use my friend's place to take shelter from the snow and wind?"

When Lu Hu heard that the visitor was so polite, he even knocked on the door?

"Interesting!" Lu Hu thought in his heart and said, "Please come in!"

"boom!"

The temple door, which was supported by stones, showed no resistance at all under the hands of the visitor, and the temple door was pushed open at once.

A black figure more than two meters tall, covered in snow, stood outside the door. The heavy snow was blown into the temple by the north wind, causing the bonfire to shake violently.

The man walked in and was illuminated by the fire. He couldn't see anything else clearly, but the first thing that caught his eye was his shiny scalp.

Bald!

Lu Hu looked again and saw that this man was wearing a gray toga covered with patches, which was even thinner than the clothes on Lu Hu's body. Wearing a pair of Arhat shoes, he holds an iron Zen staff in his left hand.

The visitor turned out to be a monk!

After the monk came in, he saw that although Lu Hu was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his right hand was already holding the handle of the knife. His upper body was leaning forward and his back was slightly arched. He was hiding a vigilant look, ready to go at any time. He suddenly raised his sword and slashed out from the ground!

After the monk saw this, he put one hand on his chest and said, "The young monk is a wandering man, not a gangster in the mountains!"

"It doesn't matter if you are good or not, this temple has no owner. You and I can just meet each other by chance, spend the night peacefully, and then go our separate ways tomorrow!"

"That's what the donor said. Thank you very much for the convenience. I'm sorry for disturbing you!"

The monk's Zen staff hit the ground, and with a "Cang!" sound, he directly smashed the Zen staff through the blue bricks in the temple, inserted it into the soil below, and then turned around to close the temple door.

As soon as Lu Hu saw it, he knew that this was the monk's deliberate display of his strength. If he had any thoughts of sneak attack when he turned around to close the door, he would have given up early.

When Lu Hu heard the voice just now, he knew that the Zen staff was not light. This person could carry such a heavy object with him on the road. With this strength, he was at least a martial artist in the marrow training stage.

In addition, when the Zen staff was pressed down, there was no mention of accumulating force, but the arm suddenly exploded with strength.

It shows that the monk's boxing skills are also not low.

The monk closed the door as it was, turned around and nodded slightly to Lu Hu, as if he had just deliberately sold the flaw as a test to Lu Hu.

Then he casually lifted the Zen stick inserted as if it was nothing, walked to the side of the bonfire, and sat down on Lu Hu's left hand side.

"Thank you donor!"

The monk was sitting by the bonfire and only then could he see his face clearly. He saw that the monk's skin was dark yellow, with wrinkles like grooves, and he looked clumsy. The only thing he had was a pair of bright eyes, and he looked to be in his thirties. look.

When Lu Hu heard the monk sit down, he thanked himself again and grinned, "Thank you for not attacking you when you turned around?"

"The little monk is a bonfire to thank the benefactor."

Lu Hu smiled, but didn't point it out.

After the monk sat cross-legged, he began to clasp his hands in front of his chest and closed his eyes to chant sutras.

"Only if we can get rid of bad deeds, we can't get rid of sincerity.

Those who are less suspicious will not be able to succeed.

Except for one thing, those who have doubts about the curse will not be wiped out even for small crimes and light deeds, let alone serious crimes."

When Lu Hu heard that the monk was still minding his own business, he started chanting sutras.

The last time he heard someone chanting sutras, it was the lunatics from the Rebirth Cult, so now that he heard the sound of sutras being recited, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable all over.

But it’s not easy to block the exit. After all, aren’t monks just chanting sutras?

Suddenly a master of unknown strength came to the temple, and Lu Hu couldn't help but watch his whirlwind leaf-sweeping kick.

Use the long knife to poke at the bonfire in front of you.

Suddenly I heard a sentence from the monk's chanting.

"Hearing the Compassionate Deliverance Mantra, all living beings in the three evil realms will be freed from the suffering of the three evil realms; reciting and upholding the Compassionate Deliverance Mantra, all living beings will not fall into the three evil realms."

"Hey, you monk, what kind of sutra are you reciting? Is it because you can't save me?"

Although Lu Hu did not understand Buddhist scriptures, as soon as he uttered the words of the Compassionate Salvation Mantra, he knew that it was recited to save the dead.

There are only two of them in the temple now. What does this monk mean by reciting the salvation mantra at this time?

Lu Hu's sudden question made the monk stop, "The little monk's curse is not recited by the benefactor, but by the person who recited it!"

"Who's coming?" Just as Lu Hu frowned, his ears twitched and he suddenly heard another noise coming from outside.

There was a lot of movement this time. Listening to the sound, there were quite a few people!

"Is this ruined temple on a barren mountain so lively at night?"

Lu Hu's eyes widened suddenly, and he already knew in his heart that he was involved in a dispute.

The person the monk mentioned was probably the person outside the door.

I recited the salvation mantra in advance, and I am really a master of time management!

The person came very quickly, "Bang!"

The visitor this time was not as polite as the monk, so he kicked the temple door open.

In the fierce wind and snow, four big men wearing straw hats stood outside the door.

Seeing the two people sitting inside, the burly man walking in front clasped his fists and said, "Jianghu Yexue, we are both on the road, my two friends forgive me!"

After finishing speaking, the four people walked straight in without waiting for the two people to respond.

As soon as they entered the temple, they took off their straw hats and shook all the snow on their bodies.

The leader of these four big men was wearing a black robe, with cold eyes, thin lips, and a stern face.

The person who followed him had a round head, big ears, protruding eyes, and a face full of flesh.

The next two people, one tall and one short, have black beards on their faces.

After the four people entered, they first stared at the majestic monk with his eyes closed and chanting sutras. They took a few more glances at the Zen staff standing next to him.

Then he turned to Lu Hu and glanced at the long knife in his hand.

"This temple doesn't belong to them. Brother, why are you talking nonsense to them?"

The three people behind them immediately walked towards the bonfire and said unceremoniously to Lu Hu: "Friend, move your things!"

"Second brother, we are coming later, please be polite when talking to others!"

"Oh, friend, please move somewhere!"