Chapter 2 The lonely monk asks the fool along the road

"Compassion is the foundation of my Buddha. What I have seen is the fate of the road. As for the delay of time, the long road is short, and it is also practice." The monk said solemnly.

Qimiao smiled and nodded gently when he heard the words. Zhou Han stopped sipping a sip of tea clearly, but he was very disapproving. He thought that this person was just an idiot.

This city is not as good as Jinling. It is a small city that does not enter the flow. It is open from the loess. There are no slabs. There are also some weeds and wild flowers on both sides of the dirt road. At this time, the naked man suddenly stepped on the weed and smiled at the monk, "This monk, now that this weed has been trampled on by me. Are you also coming too? Do you want to overdo it?"

The monk was just straightforward, but he was not stupid. Naturally, he could hear that this group was laughing at himself. At that moment, he didn't talk to them much. He took a big step and was about to leave.

"Make way!" Suddenly, two or three people rode several horses and rushed from the gate.

The Malays were in a hurry, and people along the road and others fled one after another.

"Xiaoxiang!" Among the people who spoke earlier, the man with the upper body naked shouted urgently.

However, under these horses running, a seven or eight-year-old child in rough clothes rushed straight into the road.

"Look for death, get out of the way!" The man who rode first did not dodge, but raised his whip to the child.

Qi Miao stood up when she saw this.

"Sister..." Zhou Hanzhi was still sitting, hesitating and calling.

"Ouch!" The naked man knelt on the dirt road in the city with his hands covering his face, as if he did not dare to look at the tragedy in front of him.

At that critical moment, the previous stupid monk jumped over and covered the child under him.

These horses did not hesitate and ran over on the body of the stupid monk. The horse hissed, and the horses' hoofs raised one after another. They stepped on the loess road and set off dust all over the sky.

"Whose child is really looking for death at this time!"

"Where did the monk come from, what a bold man!"

The knights did not look back, but still galloped and went away.

At this time, it was too late to help again. Zhou Hanzhi saw Qimiao stand up, holding the corner of the wooden table with five fingers in his left hand, and his hand was slightly full of strength. When he looked at her expression, he looked at the riders coldly. Between the corners of his eyes, there was a trace of anger.

He was about to say something to persuade him, but he saw Qi Miao's eyes lit up. He followed his eyes and saw the stupid monk pulling the child and staggering up from the ground.

He patted the dust on the child's body and smiled. Zhou Han couldn't help but feel surprised. The child was protected by him and was unharmed. However, the thick monk was trampled by these strong horses one after another, and he was still as if nothing had happened. Is this monk also a practitioner?

If you really have the ability, why do you have to block the child with your body and take such a strategy?

He was puzzled, but he saw the three or four idle men running over. The naked man even looked up and down at the child and looked at it carefully. He looked anxious and panicked. He was really afraid that the child would miss anything.

The child came to his senses and shouted timidly, "Dad..."

There was a meow in the child's arms. A white cat ran out of his arms and rushed up the eaves three times with the pillar next to him. The cat looked back and meowed twice, then stepped on the roof tiles and trot away.

It turned out that the child rushed to the horse before, but it was to save it.

Touching the child's head foolishly, he smiled and said, "This little donor has great compassion. He must be a child who is filial to his parents. He will definitely be a little in the future."

With a crack, the naked man slapped the child's head. He shouted, "It's just a cat. What are you talking about? If you want to be filial to me, why don't you go home and study? More than ten years later, you will take a senior official to do it!"

He led the child who was beaten a little confused, and then scolded, so he turned around and left. After a few steps, he turned back and called the stupid monk:

"That monk!"

"Hmm?" Stupid response.

"Not far from the city, there is an earth mountain, and there is a Faleng Temple on the mountain..." The man said slowly.

"Good! Thank you for reminding me!" The stupid monk was happy to hear the words and hurriedly thanked him.

"No, no..." The man shook his head, "I'm telling you about this Faleng Temple, I'm not asking you to sleep in that temple..."

"Why is this?" Stupid.

"The monk in the temple is very bad, different from you..." The man whispered, when the child beside him suddenly pulled the corner of his clothes and whispered:

"Dad...Dad, stop talking." The child thought he was afraid, and leaned close to the man's leg, and a pair of small hands carefully pointed to the side.

The man followed the child's hand and hoped to go. Unexpectedly, four monks came behind him. These people were all fleshy, fat and fat, blocking the middle of the road like four tall towers.

"Ah!" The man opened his mouth wide, half because of surprise and half because of fear.

With a thump, the monk on the far left punched the man in the face and flew him out.

"Dad! Dad!" The man was beaten to the ground, and the child cried and rushed over. When he looked closely, he saw that half of the man's face was blue and purple, and even his teeth were knocked off a few times. The blood he spit out was stained with yellow mud and dust, rolling all over his face.

"Bighten people!" When the remaining men saw these monks, they were so scared that they crawled and hid on both sides of the road.

"This man is so honest that he secretly said bad things about the old men. Do you think he should teach these people a good lesson so that they don't forget the prestige of their grandfathers!" The man who took action before said aggressively to another monk beside him.

"Oh, Yiming, you've hit it all. Let's go. It's cool at night. I'm afraid of the cold. Go to the Red Mansion and have a drink to warm my stomach." The monk of that generation was a little short, but he didn't want to pester this matter anymore and said with some impatience.

"Haha, single-heartedly, you are not in a hurry to drink when you are cold, but looking forward to quickly holding Xiao Cui to warm the quilt, right?" Next to the heart, there was another monk with a shrill voice, laughing at his voice.

"I'm going to put my arms in Xiao Cui. Don't you want Xiao Hong to warm your feet?" The one blushed and said angrily, and then urged the rightmost monk to shout at him:

"Yizhi, don't keep answering and stuff your farts in your stomach. What should you do? Make a decision quickly!"