Chapter 1541 Anger and Laoyan

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The cries in the square gradually disappeared, Yuanhui wiped her tears, he picked up the dead old monk, and walked towards the outside of the Buddha's Hand Square without looking at the two old monks standing beside him.

"Stop!" One of the serious-faced old monks said solemnly: "You can leave if you want, but keep Junior Brother Huixuan."

The one who spoke was the first firewood in the Hall of Precepts.

It's just that Yuanhui didn't make sense, and he continued to move forward.

Burning Wood showed anger and wanted to take action, but another old monk beside him sighed and said, "Junior Brother Huixuan regards the Great Buddha Temple as his home, and I think he hopes to be buried in the Great Buddha Temple after his death. Is it really okay for you to take him like this?"

This is the first seat of the Prajna Hall, Burning Sadness.

Yuan Hui trembled for a while, he turned to look at the head of the two big Buddhist temples, he took another look at the poor old man with blood all over his mouth and nose, and his always gloomy face became a little grim, "He takes this place as his home, but How did you kill him?"

Both Ranmu and Ranbei were silent. They were indeed responsible for Huixuan's death. Brother Huixuan had always been kind-hearted and devoted himself to cultivating Buddhahood. The things of the past should not be left to him.

Yuanhui looked down at the deceased master. He didn't want to keep the master here, but he knew that even if the Great Buddha Temple did this to the master, the master would definitely be willing to stay here.

He felt sad, but he still put the master on the ground.

He looked at Ranmu and Ranbei, thinking of the just-dead master, and the deceased Yuanhua juniors, and the anger that had been suppressed burst out, "Om mani Padme Hum, who the hell is Padme Hum! "

He left with a bleak, frantic grin.

Huanmu was trembling with anger, and once again wanted to leave Yuanhui behind.

Ranbei just flicked the wide monk's robe lightly and shook his head.

Ranmu glared at Ranbei who stopped him, "Senior brother, he insulted..."

"Amitabha, have you forgotten Junior Brother Huixuan's last wish?" Ran said with a sigh.

Huanmu was silent and had no intention of making another move. Huixuan's only last wish was to hope that they would not be embarrassed.

Otherwise, Yuanhui is a little junior, how could they allow him to be so presumptuous?

"Is it appropriate to just let him leave like this?" Huanmu said solemnly, "He knew about it."

"What's wrong?" Ranbei said: "Junior Brother Huixuan will not betray the Great Buddha Temple, he will not know what he should know, let him go."

Burning wood understood, even if Yuanhui knew about this matter, as long as he didn't know which disciples were in the small Buddhist temple, the impact would not be too big.

At most, I just went out and slandered the Great Buddha Temple. Burning Wood nodded, and I endured it.

It's just that they didn't expect to let go of this monk named Yuanhui, and the consequences would be even more terrible than the former traitor.

Since then, there has been an angry crazy monk in the Dafo Temple. He wandered between the villages. He insulted the Dafo Temple with vicious words and was almost beaten to death by the believers, but every time he survived, and gradually, people found that, A group of people gathered around the mad monk, who also followed the mad monk and scolded the Great Buddha Temple.

Anger is like a contagious plague. Once the fire of a single spark burns, it will gradually become a prairie prairie, and it will be difficult to stop it.

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Spring has come to an end,

But the weather in Jingdu is still warm.

Baozifang is one of the granaries in Jingdu, and the streets here are full of rice shops.

The rice shop here is aimed at the middle and lower class people in Jingdu. The profit is not high, but it is better than small profits but quick turnover.

Also because of the large sales volume, a truckload of grain is pulled to the front of the rice shop for unloading every day. This kind of work requires a lot of coolies to do.

The coolies are tall and strong, with bare brass-like bodies, carrying bags of rice from the wooden truck into the store's warehouse, which has become the most common unloading scene in the rice store.

Chenji Rice Shop occupies a street, and all the rice shops on the street belong to it. It is the top rice shop in Baozifang. The business is booming. .

However, Chen Ji Mi Xing also has high requirements for coolies, and coolies with poor physical strength cannot be selected by Mi Xing.

The coolies of Chen Ji Mihang were taller and stronger than those of other rice merchants. These tall and sturdy coolies sweated like rain, put two or three bags of rice on their backs, and carried them into the warehouse.

Among the group of tall and sturdy coolies, there is a man who always stands out from the crowd. He is a head taller than those coolies, and he has a long beard like a halberd on his face.

When he was working, he was taciturn, and every time he could carry four or five bags of rice into the warehouse.

He is Lao Yan.

The coolies admire Lao Yan, not only because Lao Yan works hard, but also because Lao Yan is very loyal and often lends his hard-earned wages to some struggling coolies.

Even though those coolies might not be able to pay the money, Lao Yan never urged anyone to pay back the money, and if anyone had anything to ask Lao Yan for help, Lao Yan would do his best to help.

The coolies only knew that Lao Yan was not a native of Jingdu, he came from another place.

But from where, no one knows.

Lao Yan came to Jingdu alone and became a little coolie of Mi Xing.

After unloading a carload of rice, the coolies were able to rest beside the store.

Lao Yan wiped the sweat from his face with his hands, and his falcon-like eyes raised his head slightly.

Cloudy sky high.

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After trying many times, those unwilling princes finally gave up on inviting Zhou Fan, the Hanbei Daoist, and no more invitations were sent to disturb Zhou Fan.

Of course, Zhou Fan didn't care about this trivial matter. His mind was focused on the two things of the Chaos Old Demon Art and Hanbei Dao's suppression of thieves.

He was able to formulate a plan to exterminate the snow thieves with the help of the followers of the Xiaoling Daxian Sect.

Warriors often walk around in the wild, and no matter how well hidden the Thirteen Thieves are, there will still be some traces left.

It's not that all the warriors are followers of the Xiaoshuang Daxian Sect, but the followers of the Xiaoshuang Daxian Sect are mixed in the warrior world, and the news is better than that of the Yiluan department investigators, plus the advantage of the number of people...

Zhou Fan wanted to know the whereabouts of the Thirteen Thieves. All he needed to do was issue an oracle, and every day, countless believers would pray to Daxian Xiaoxian to gather clues.

After Godhead handles these clues, even if the whereabouts of the Thirteen Thieves are uncertain, they will change their lair every once in a while, and their whereabouts are also well known to Zhou Fan.

As long as you can confirm the whereabouts of these snow thieves, and then concentrate your efforts to eliminate them one by one, it will not be difficult.

There is news support from Zhou Fan on the Hanbei Road, and a vigorous anti-piracy operation has been carried out.

Of course, the Hanbei Daoist also knew in his heart that snow thieves were inexhaustible, and even if the Thirteen Great Thieves were eliminated, new Thirteen Great Thieves would appear.

But it only takes a while to be stable for a while. When the new thirteen thieves appear, and then the army is destroyed, with the little fairy godhead, it will not take a lot of effort and pay a huge price to destroy the snow thieves as before.