Watch Out! Danger Ahead

Song Qingxiao did not integrate into the scene of this world like the previous two times. When she entered for the third time, she was rejected by this world and became a passer-by here.

The skinny child's arms crossed her calf and hugged the angry old man.

The old man was obviously dying, but because he still had concerns in his heart, his tone kept suffocating, and he refused to let go.

"The eminent monks in Tiandao Temple have high magical powers. They said that they will give and distribute medicine two days a month..."

The child picked up the head of the old man and said hopefully:

"Grandpa, it will be our turn soon."

While he was speaking, Song Qingxiao turned his head.

At her feet, there is a long stone step with a length of at least a hundred ladders. On each step, a large number of devout believers from Tiandao Temple are lying or kneeling.

These people are unkempt, skinny and boneless.

Flies were flying around them, but these people looked numb, like walking corpses.

They were dressed in ragged clothes and looked dirty and shabby. Many of them had purulent wounds. They were very different from the clean and majestic image of Tiandao Temple, just like some shameful dirt hidden under this temple.

"Grandpa... don't leave me... you're the only grandson..."

The child begged softly, lowered his head and pressed it against the old man's shriveled cheek.

This sentence seemed to arouse the old man’s desire to survive, causing his gray eyes to contract, took a big breath, coughed a few times in his throat, and after coughing up a large mouthful of sputum, he immediately refreshed his spirits. .

The child who was very scared before, saw this scene, showing a hint of surprise, and wiped the corners of the old man's mouth with his fingers.

"It's almost our turn, it's our turn..."

The flies staying on the ancestors and grandchildren were disturbed by the actions of the two of them, and they scattered with a hum, looking for other hosts to dock.

Song Qingxiao's gaze swept over the stone steps, and the two grandparents were just one of the countless believers who stayed here.

The people's life seems to be getting harder and harder.

Maybe they were in front of the Buddhist temple. They were all hungry, cold, and sick, but none of them dared to chant loudly for fear of disturbing the Buddha.

In the soft voices of the grandparents and grandchildren, Song Qingxiao's divine consciousness moved.

She heard several footsteps, coming from the temple.

Several men were talking, and a man who sounded older said:

"This year's disasters seem to be more than in previous years."

"Last year's river flooded, flooding many towns and fertile fields, causing many people to flee to Shengdu, hoping to be blessed by the imperial dragon."

"Hey—" Another voice seemed to have been smoky after hearing this, and he sighed:

"Isn't it? The flood caused the imperial court to levy insufficient taxes last year. It is said that the county magistrate of Daoliang County killed dozens of unsophisticated people for this purpose and finally managed to collect all the tasks set by the imperial court."

"Huh." A slightly sharp young male voice sounded:

"These unsophisticated people are just having inferior sexual roots, deceiving the top and the bottom."

"I kept saying that there was no food, and I almost missed the tax and tribute in the temple. But in the end, I got a knife and immediately took out the food. It can be seen that these people are tricky and require hard labor and whipping to make them honest."

The others laughed twice, and the elder who had spoken at first said again:

"But if this continues, I'm afraid the problem will become serious."

"Brother Qinghe, how do you say this?" The smoky voice heard the elder say this, and he hurriedly asked.

Others also held their breath and listened to the elderly:

"You also know that the vitality of the dynasty has dried up since the birth of the devil's fetus that year."

The man called ‘Senior Qinghe’ was questioned, but he didn’t shy away from it, and said with a little triumph in his mouth:

"Fortunately, I have the blessing of the Buddha. Since five years ago, the emperor used the dragon disc to calculate the divination technique, set up a large array, and finally figured out the position of the devil's tire and arrested it."

When it came to ‘Ahqi’, Song Qingxiao’s expression condensed, and his released consciousness captured these people who were talking, and his figures appeared in the presence of these people in a flash.

These are several fat-headed monks, dressed in grey robes, walking from a veranda in the temple to the main hall of the temple.

When Song Qingxiao appeared in front of them, because they were not in the world, the monks didn't feel that anyone appeared beside them at all, and they heard all the conversations of the people.

"five years ago…"

Song Qingxiao whispered to herself.

According to Ah Qi, after he opened his guard, his identity was exposed and he was captured by the royal family.

In other words, it has been five years since she entered this time and space for the second time that year.

"Theoretically speaking, the devil's fetus is dead, and the dynasty's vitality should be stable." An older, fat-headed monk lowered his voice and said:

"But half a month ago, I heard that the mage had a divination and said that it was the dragon veins of the royal family, and it appeared to be exhausted!"

"Hiss!" Hearing the news, several monks couldn't help taking a breath, showing surprise.

"The magic star is invading, the purple star is coming to an end, the dragon qi of the dynasty is declining, and the emperor's cultivation realm is affected."

"That's right." The fat-headed monk said here, as if thinking of something, he slapped his head:

"Almost forgot."

He said sternly:

"Brother Qingxiang said that on May 7th, the emperor will go to Tiandao Temple with his own car, worship the Buddha and incense, so that we can clean the temple and disperse these unsophisticated people who are not walking around the temple!"

"Huh?" Hearing this, the youngest monk couldn't help but yelled strangely, his face hesitating:

"These people all came from Anping County in exile. They had been in line for many days just for the charity on the first and fifteenth days of every month..."

Anping County has just experienced a catastrophe.

After the river floods last year, the drought continued until the beginning of this summer when there was a sudden heavy rain.

After the rain, ground movement followed, causing the mountain to collapse, and almost the entire Anping County was buried.

The local county magistrate had received a letter as early as half a month ago, but he didn't take it seriously, and he still tried every means to search for taxes.

It wasn't until the mountain began to slide that I realized the danger. I didn't know how to evacuate the people. Instead, I packed up my family for days and led the family out of the city.

The innocent people in the poor city didn't know that the danger was coming until midnight when they heard the shaking of the mountain, they were buried inside by the falling boulders and sand.

Many innocent souls were added overnight, and some of the people who escaped by chance fled to Shengjing in fear.

Not only wanted to file a complaint, but also wanted to pray for the blessing of the Buddha and ask the government to arrange for the victims.

Among these survivors, some came with the seriously injured, waiting for the free decoction provided by Tiandao Temple on the first and fifteenth day of the first and fifteenth day to save their lives.

It has been two months since the incident occurred in Anping County, during which most people died.

At the gate of Tiandao Temple, countless corpses are added every day.

But more people are enduring pain and persisting for the little rations and medicine on the two days of each month.

"If people are driven away at this time, will it arouse public outrage?" the young monk asked cautiously.

"This group of spoilers!"

A monk with a face like a steamed bun walking on the left could not help but snorted when he said this:

"If nothing happens, you will be wrong. If you lie there for one day, you will be proud!"

"The gate of our temple was not opened for this group of people. It stinks every day. It stains our stairs and makes the Buddha unhappy."

"Uncle Shi's lesson is." The young monk heard this and quickly bowed his head in response.

"We chant the scriptures and chant the Buddha every day, and we need to clean our hands with the incense. How can such filthy creatures like them deserve the blessing of the Buddha?"

When the talking monk saw the young monk admit his mistake, he couldn't help being more proud:

"The Buddha said that all people are equal, but are these also worthy of human beings? They are not human beings, so naturally they are not worthy of being equal."

"It's the same with the palm seat. I donated porridge and water every month, which made my daily meal loss by more than two to two." He cursed and touched his stomach:

"If I can't eat enough, why recite sutras? How can the bodhisattva sense my sincerity?"

The older monk heard this with a smile on his face and didn't stop it.

Seeing his expression, the monk rolled his eyes:

"What's more, these potions are given to them to eat, but what is the use of saving them a terrible life? How about..." He turned around and said to the elderly monk:

"When you sell the medicine, they will find a way to collect money, and the higher price will get it. Then it will be used to honor the brothers."

"Good idea." The young monk's expression brightened and he said hurriedly:

"They are hungry for their lives, and they will definitely go out to bid." Some people who come late may not be able to survive the time, and may be willing to spend money to buy their lives.

"Brother, what do you think?" The fat monk turned his head and glanced at the older monk, and saw that the older monk responded with a smile:

"The medicine cannot be too expensive, Amitabha."

"Brother is kind, we understand."

…

Song Qing's eyes became cold, and a killing intent hit her heart, making her wish she could kill the few people in front of her.

It's a pity that she is outside the rules at this time, unable to touch these people, and can only watch these monks go away talking and laughing.

…

Soon after, a large group of gray-clothed monks suddenly emerged from the temple.

These monks carried long broomsticks with fierce expressions, and they poured out from the square one by one to meet the sentient beings lying on the stairs.

"Grandpa...Grandpa..."

As soon as the alert child leaning on the old man's side heard the movement, he sat up straight.

These monks seldom go to the monastery in large numbers, except during the first and fifteenth lunar month.

When the child was drowsy, he thought that time was passing by. As soon as the time passed, the reaction was not quite right.

The monks who came out were aggressive and looked like they were about to eat people.

He looked at a fierce monk, shrank his shoulders in fright, and then felt that his thoughts had blasphemed the mage.

The mages have a very high status in the hearts of the world, surpassing the royal family.

"Wake up soon." He woke up the old man with a very bad face, and muttered a little scared and a little excited:

"Is it right? Is the mage giving extra favors and is going to give out the soup?"

He broke off his fingers, and it was only seven days since the last time the medicine was given. There are still several days before the next Buja.

The child was worried about the old man until that time, if the Master of Tiandao Temple showed compassion and gave in advance, he might be able to save the old man's life.

As soon as the child's voice fell, he heard one of the monks rushing out, shouting:

"This place is the pure land of Buddhism, not your yard. It cannot tolerate your defilement, so leave quickly!"

"Go, go!"

The broom waved wildly and made a whistling sound.

The sudden rush of people awakened everyone on the stone steps.

"grandfather…"

The hope on the face of the thin child quickly turned into panic, and he subconsciously hugged the old man's arm, looking at these hideous monks with a look of fear.

The broomstick that the monk wielded fell down and hit the people on the steps, making a slap.

The person who was hit mechanically raised his arm to dodge.

They are as skinny as wood, and how can they be the enemy of fat-bodied monks.

Someone was unwilling to leave easily, dodge the blow of the broom, and cautiously said:

"Forgiveness... Forgiveness... Grandpa Master. I also ask the Bodhisattva to show mercy. We have been waiting here for two months, and we want to ask for a potion to save my father's life..."

"Bodhisattva grants grace..."

"Help…"

‘Buzz—’

In the sound of flying flies, one after another pleading sounded.

A group of monks were unmoved, their faces were cold:

"The nobles are coming, how can you stay here and taint the nobles' audiovisual?"

Behind the monks is a gold-plated Buddha statue.

The aura of golden light shone out from the wide open Buddhist temple, and shrouded these gray-clothed monks, making them indifferent not like mortals.

Everyone wailed, wept and refused to leave.

The strong monks used force to drive them away.

The lives of these refugees are desperate, unable to arouse the slightest sympathy of these mages.

The originally overcrowded stone steps quickly emptied. After being helped by a living person, there were blood stains and a few corpses on the ground.

Song Qingxiao felt an unnamed rage in her heart, wishing to kill all these people in front of her.

Several wizards who had completed the task turned their heads triumphantly, shouting loudly:

"Bring water..."

Buckets after buckets of water were lifted up, and washed down the high stairs with a bang.

The clean water was stained red by blood stains, washing away the stains and flowing down layer by layer.

The corpse leaning on the steps without picking up was pushed by the blood and rolled down under the impact of the water, forming a very strange picture.

The steps were quickly cleaned up, and they were no longer dirty.

These mages, who were proud that they had completed the task, did not realize that under the wet steps, some of the blood did not completely dissipate, but slowly sank into the stone steps, turning into black air, imitating Like the shadow of a living snake, wandering in the water and light.

The monks who had cleaned the gate, packed up their things and went back to the monastery.

Soon after, a thin figure appeared staggering under the stairs.

At this time, under the stairs, there were several corpses that had been soaked in blood and no one picked up.

The staggering figure stood still under the steps, raised his head, revealing a pair of bright and hot eyes.

This is a young boy about twelve or three years old with bare feet and scars on his body.

But his eyes were glowing, looking at the temple high above the stairs, his expression was particularly excited:

"Tiandao Temple-Mother -"

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