Chapter 3 The young monk is going to kill someone today

"It's not peaceful?"

Daoran has been in the mountains for more than ten years, and he really doesn't know what the outside world is like.

Xu Jintong showed a frightened expression and said: "I heard people say that the court is going to raise taxes. The harvest has not been good in the past two years. I am afraid that more taxes will cause chaos. There are more and more bandits on the road. I heard that there are also ghosts and ghosts.

Damn it, people everywhere are in panic now."

"Thank you, Brother Jintong, for reminding me." Daoran thanked him.

After asking around for a while, Daoran discovered that the world was much different from what he had imagined.

Before the Tang Dynasty, everything seemed to be quite normal, and the memories of the previous life could be matched. But starting from Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, the history of this world seemed to have started to go astray. First of all, Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty lived for twenty more years, without that person.

The only empress in the ages, there was no subsequent Anshi Rebellion.

The heyday of the Tang Dynasty lasted hundreds of years longer, but in the end it could not escape the dynasty's pattern of transition from prosperity to decline, and was overthrown sixty years ago.

It's just that the successor is not Zhao Kuangyin, who wears a yellow robe, but the Chai family.

At the end of the Tang Dynasty, many princes competed for supremacy. Chai Xi, the king of Xin, unified the world, ascended the throne as emperor, and named his country Zhou.

King Xin is still on the throne now, but he is already ninety years old. He began to seek immortality, established a national preceptor who was neither a monk nor a Taoist, and gradually became obsessed with alchemy and immortality.

But Chai Xijie was also the founding emperor after all, so no matter how profligate he was, the world seemed to have no intention of rebelling, but the ordinary people were not living well.

Originally, when he became a disciple of Fahai, Daoran thought that he had come to a peaceful and prosperous age, but now it seems more like the death of his second generation.

"Oh, prosperous, the people are suffering, death, the people are suffering."

Daoran sighed with emotion, but his steps were not slow at all.

Not to mention he was just a bandit, even if there was a real war, Daoran would not be able to return to Jinshan Temple.

After going down the mountain, Daoran first went to Xujia Village to get his seal stamped on the ultimatum. There must be a way to guide him when traveling far away, otherwise he will easily be regarded as a bandit.

The monk's guide is the ultimatum. When Master Tripitaka traveled a hundred and eighty thousand miles, he collected seals from one country to another. He was called the most powerful free traveler.

Originally, Li Zheng from Xujia Village wanted Dao Ran to wait for two days and set off with the caravan from Xujia Village so that he could be taken care of.

But Daoran refused, saying that Fahai asked him to go down the mountain for training and that he should overcome all difficulties on his own.

In fact, what I was thinking was that since the world is so chaotic, I must encounter many bandits on the road.

At that time, Daoran can try to break the killing habit.

If he followed the people from Xujiacun on the road, it would be difficult for Daoran to perform a strong hand and split his head in front of the people from Xujiacun.

As for safety issues, if anyone who has learned the Eight Divine Dragons' Protective Curse is in danger, the mortals in Xujiacun will be even less able to help.

After leaving Xujiacun and walking two miles, Daoran realized that Li Zheng's words were not an exaggeration.

He met two corpses on the road, chopped to pieces and even their clothes were stripped off.

Scenes like this can be seen every time we walk.

The methods of death were all brutal, and the time of death varied. Some had become bones, some still had carrion, and some even had corpse spots just growing on their bodies.

"Amitabha."

Daoran chanted the Buddha's name and casually broke some branches to cover the body.

Although it won't be long before wild beasts dig up the corpses and eat them, at least let the dead have some dignity.

After listening to Buddhist scriptures for more than ten years, although Daoran wants to return to secular life, he is still a very kind person at heart.

From sunrise to sunset, Daoran had walked thirty miles away, but could not find a suitable place to sleep.

If you just find a place to lie down in this wilderness, you might be snatched away by a tiger in the middle of the night.

Daoran was about to continue moving forward when suddenly his ears moved and he heard a noisy sound coming from afar.

Stay calm and listen carefully, you can hear it sounds like a murderous cry.

"Amitabha, I finally got the chance to do something heroic and righteous."

Daoran announced the Buddha's name and rushed towards the direction of the sound.

This time he ran as fast as a galloping horse, and soon Daoran saw two groups of people fighting.

It's easy to tell the difference between good and bad people. One group of people took their families and their families in two carriages, while the other group of people had tattoos on their faces and looked sinister.

There is no doubt that those with low looks are the bad guys.

The people who were dragging their families and traveling with them met the robbers on the road. Although they were accompanied by guards, the robbers were many in number and were skilled in bow and horse. They almost turned the two carriages into hedgehogs with their bows and arrows.

Daoran used his body skills to the extreme and rushed towards the two carriages.

But after all, there was still a bit of distance, and before he even got close, he heard a hissing sound, and an arrow shot towards Dao Ran's head.

Daoran kept walking and dodged the hidden arrow with a tilt of his head.

"Huh?!"

The man hiding in the dark let out a cry of surprise, as if he didn't expect that Dao Ran could avoid the arrow.

Daoran was also a little surprised, because the arrow seemed to him to be a bit slow.

Not to mention that a turtle can crawl, but its speed is not much different from that of a water gun.

It's so easy to avoid as it flies over so slowly.

Whoosh, whoosh, arrows flew one after another.

Daoran's steps staggered, and he escaped in the blink of an eye.

He even glanced back when he had time, and stabbed the tail of the arrow that was still shaking on the ground.

Daoran evaluated his personal combat power for the first time... he could probably fight ten.

However, there are twenty or thirty thieves in front of us.

In just a short moment, Dao Ran made a decision. He clasped his hands together and said to these thieves: "God has the virtue of good life. Please don't commit murder again."

One of the thieves shouted: "Where did the bald donkey come from?! Kill him!"

Daoran had very good eyesight and could clearly see that the person giving the orders was a big man holding a long knife.

Coincidentally, he also had a bald head, and his freshly shaved head was still green.

Where does this come from, calling someone a bald ass?

The thieves separated into seven or eight cavalry and rushed towards Daoran, seeming to cut him into pieces.

"Amitabha, since all the donors are stubborn and stubborn, I have no choice but to use some means."

Daoran clasped his hands together again and chanted bursts of Sanskrit sounds.

What Dao Ran was reciting was the eight parts of the Heavenly Dragon body protection mantra passed down by Fahai.

A bright golden light lit up in the dusk, and countless shadows emerged from Dao Ran's body.

Goddess, dragons, snakes, evil ghosts, flying flowers, extreme beauty and extreme ugliness are all mixed together, but they appear to be extremely harmonious.

Most of the golden shadows just flashed by, but one of them, the shadow of a ferocious evil ghost, became more and more solid, and finally turned into a real entity.

In front of Dao Ran, a huge monster with a height of two feet appeared.

The effect of the protective spell of the Eight Tribes of the Heavenly Dragons is to summon the Eight Tribes of the Heavenly Dragons to protect the path and eliminate evil spirits.

The people who were summoned this time were from the Yaksha clan. They were two feet tall, with four arms and six eyes. Their hair was like blue flames, and their skin was like black coal. Each of their four arms held four types of weapons: swords, guns, swords, and hammers. This appearance made him very capable at first sight.

ah.

Such a vision scared the thieves to the point of reining in their horses.

But, it's already too late.

The four-armed yaksha laughed and said, "The taste of human blood is not bad."

The four-armed yaksha raised a hammer the size of a water tank and smashed a thief, including his horse and man, into a pulp.
Chapter completed!