"Master, I'm back."
The little monk ran into an alley and started greeting him from a distance.
I saw a thin old monk sitting cross-legged against the wall, his long snow-white beards hanging down to the ground, and his broken robe had been taken off by him, covering a sleeping wanderer next to him.
The old monk had entered a deep level of meditation to resist hunger in his stomach, but the long journey had already exhausted his body, and he had distributed all the food on his body to the hungry people around him, so he was already at his limit.
The little monk ran closer and suddenly a gurgling sound came from beside him, accompanied by the sound of swallowing saliva. The little monk tightened the bowl in his arms, looked at the longing eyes around him, and felt extremely entangled, but he still gritted his teeth and said in a soft voice: "My master hasn't eaten for a week. I want to leave it to my master today."
Just as everyone was in a stalemate, an old man next to him finally swallowed his saliva and suppressed the hunger in his stomach. He turned his head and looked at the bowl in the little monk's arms. He knocked on the corner of the wall with half a stick three times, and said in a deep voice: "Don't make things difficult for the little master, have you not eaten enough for so many days? It's all gone, let's go!"
The old man seemed to have a lot of prestige among these hungry people. As soon as he spoke, the hungry people who were originally looking green suddenly became weak and scattered back to their territory to sleep.
At this time, they can't do anything except sleep.
It’s not that I didn’t think about joining the army, but all of them who meet the requirements have gone. The ones that are left behind are the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, and there is no chance.
The little monk smiled gratefully at the old man, then stepped forward and held the bowl in one hand and shook his master vigorously with the other. After a while, the old monk woke up quietly. A gurgling sound suddenly broke out in his stomach. The old monk didn't care, but just looked at the little monk with a smile and asked weakly: "How long have I been in meditation this time?"
"It's been three hours since I went back to the master." The little monk said respectfully. Then he held up the bowl in his hand and handed it to the old monk, lowered his head and said, "Please ask the master to use vegetarian food."
Seeing the little monk swallowing his saliva secretly but not daring to look at the bowl, the old monk nodded with satisfaction: "Juexin, take a sip of this bowl of porridge master, take a sip, and give the rest to the young donor behind him, how about?"
"Juexin listens to the master." The little monk called Juexin nodded, looked at the master with a longing and firm look, and said respectfully: "You also ask the master to use vegetarian food first."
"good."
The old monk was very satisfied with his disciple's performance. He took a small mouthful and then handed the bowl to Juexin. Juexin also took a bite like the master, and it seemed that he ate half a bit less than the old monk.
The old monk kindly touched the little monk's bald head and stood up tremblingly. The little monk hurried to help him, and the two of them slowly walked into the depths of the alley.
Deep in the alley was a young man. He looked pale and wounds on his shoulders and arms. Although he was no longer in danger of life, it was probably not so easy to recover when he was short of medical treatment and medicine and food.
"Juexin, come and help me help the little donor up."
I felt it, and the two of them worked together to lift the young man lying on the ground, carefully avoiding touching his wounds. The half-meat porridge in the bowl flowed into the young man's mouth little by little.
It seemed that I felt the fragrance of the food. Although the young man was still unconscious, he was swallowing it subconsciously. Not long after, he drank most of the bowl of porridge.
The old monk stretched out his fingers to scrape the remaining rice porridge at the young man's mouth, applied it to the young man's mouth, reached out to the young man's pulse, and then smiled a little later.
"It's better, I guess I'll wake up today."
====The dividing line is lying in the quilt====
Xue Wunian felt that she had a very long dream.
After leaving the Mandarin Quilt and Phoenix Pillow Tower, I went straight to Ningwei Marquis' Mansion. The Ningwei Marquis named Deng Mo obviously did not expect that someone would dare to take him attention in Yanjing City, and he successfully killed him with just a little trick.
I don’t know why, but it seems that Deng Mo’s death made me feel extremely happy. My elder sister can only be mine, no one can rob it, no one can rob it!
There is also Zheng Pingyi, which is his ultimate goal!
Zheng Pingyi, please wait for me!
However, his luck seemed not very good. He finally got into a group of fleeing hungry people and arrived near Langfu City, but happened to encounter the vanguard army of the captives. The general was the same, and he could see his skills at a glance and directly sent someone to strangle them.
Relying on his superior power realm cultivation and fighting and retreating, he was also greeted by the captives. After all, he was careless. Although he was all ants under the power realm, many ants could bite the elephant to death, and he was forced into a desperate situation.
At the last moment, it seemed that the two monks ran towards this side, and then they lost consciousness and no longer knew anything else.
Well, my body hurts so much, my whole body is so weak, but it seems that I have survived.
Xue Wunian's eyelids were trembling, and he opened a slit slightly. The dazzling sunlight made him extremely uncomfortable and closed his eyes again.
"Master, Master, donor is awake."
Juexin's cry woke the old monk who was meditating beside him again from entering into meditation. The old monk put his finger on Xue Wunian's wrist, then smiled slightly, raised his snow-white eyebrows, and showed a happy expression: "Amitabha, good, good."
After a while, Xue Wunian opened his eyes and saw Juexin and the old monk curiously looking at him. He immediately recognized the two figures he had originally looked at him on the battlefield that day. It seemed that he had been saved by them.
"Xue Wunian, thank you for helping you two masters." It was not appropriate to make any moves on your body at this moment, so Xue Wunian could only thank the old monk and Juexin verbally first.
"The donor protects each other with his life, attracting the troops of most of the captives. Otherwise, how could other donors have a way out? I just did some things." The old monk spoke slowly.
The reason why the old monk is so weak at the moment is that in addition to not eating for a long time, he is also because he has been overdrawing his body for the first few days to heal Xue Wunian's injuries. Otherwise, with Xue Wunian's seriously injured body, how could he wake up alive?
After Xue Wunian used his internal strength to exercise his great Zhoutian, he knew everything, so he was even more grateful to the old monk. Although he had many lives on his hands, he was not a cold-blooded killer and knew how to repay kindness. Xue Wunian secretly made up his mind that one day he would definitely repay this great kindness.
However, Xue Wunian didn't know that it was because he was unconscious and had not acted on Zheng Pingyi, otherwise he would have collided with Duan Yifei and others.
Xue Wunian glanced around and saw blue brick houses everywhere. A piece of refugees who were similar to him lay around him. He didn't know that this place was already in Langfu City. He immediately blurted out: "Master, can you tell me how the battle is happening at this moment?"
Before, Xue Wunian had a heart-to-heart idea to kill Zheng Pingyi, but when he saw the battlefield for the first time, he was deeply shocked his mind. The recklessly tortured his compatriots also aroused his anger, so he subconsciously wanted to understand the situation of the battle at this moment.
"This... I don't know..." The old monk showed a hint of shame and said slowly: "After entering the city, I am just entering a meditation in addition to healing the donor's injuries. I don't know this."
"I, I know a little." The little monk Juexin said, but then muttered unsurely: "I don't know if it's true. Today I heard from the soldier who was giving the porridge that the captives had already besieged the city."
"Um……"
The atmosphere in the venue suddenly became solemn, and several refugees next to them couldn't help but gather around and said in horror: "Young Master, take this seriously."
"Of course, take it seriously, and monks do not lie."
Juexin's answer made everyone feel a little silent. The old monk seemed to be tired and sat cross-legged again to chant the scriptures. He didn't know whether he was praying for the soldiers ahead or to serve the dead soldiers.
Seeing that Master was like this, Juexin claimed his guilt to Xue Wunian: "Donor, please rest well, Amitabha."
After saying that, Juexin closed her eyes and chanted Buddhist scriptures in a familiar manner, with a pious expression, just like the old monk.
Xue Wunian tried to move his fingers, and his physical condition was much better than expected.
Don’t drag down the two masters anymore, just leave tonight. Xue Wunian made a secret decision.
Chapter completed!