Li Chongrun didn't understand what the man and the dog felt, so he stopped his hand writing and drawing on the roof of the car, and looked out of the car in confusion.

Outside the roadside, there are broken walls.

Half of the earth wall that was blackened by the fire stood there miserably, and it was vaguely visible that it was a house.

There is an old willow tree next to a pond full of reeds. Many branches of the willow tree were burned by the fire. Under half of the remaining branches, there is a broken Buddha statue.

After the wind and rain, the clay sculpture outside the Buddha statue peeled off a lot, and the hemp silk used for lining on the shoulders and above the head leaked out.

The once exquisite paintings on the face were also cut open by the rain, and they flowed into black marks along the corners of their eyes and the bridge of their nose, as if they were crying.

Several fat monks wearing gray cloth monk robes were directing several civilians to work. Many ditches had been dug at the scene, and some building wood and bricks were piled up on the roadside in a mess.

Maybe I wanted to level the small pond, but I felt that the clay statue might be a good material for cushioning the pond. The monks were preparing to instruct the civilians to push the statue into the small pond.

Several civilians were afraid to come forward and attacked. The monk in charge whipped a few whips and bowed countless times to the statue while waving them. Only then did the civilians prepare to attack.

The little monk Jianzhen finally couldn't help it. He shouted and rushed down from the donkey cart. He rushed to the Buddha statue in a few steps, and used his somewhat thin body to tightly protect the Buddha statue behind him.

The tiny dog ​​named Sister loyally protected her little master and barked loudly at the monks.

Li Chongrun has talked a lot with the young monk Jianzhen these days, and can vaguely understand the dialect he spoke. He can barely hear a few words like Bodhisattva, Master, etc.

The monk in the lead heard his words and showed a very ferocious smile on his face. He held the whip in his hand and tugged Jianzhen's cheek with the handle of the whip, making a sound of slapping.

The tiny dog ​​named Sister rushed towards the monk bravely and was kicked to the ground by the other monks surrounded by them. It seemed that they had injured their bones. They struggled several times but did not get up from the ground.

Seeing that the dog was injured, Jianzhen seemed to have been buried in his heart for a long time burst out together. A tragic roar burst out from his somewhat thin body, shaking the reeds by the pond, shaking the willow trees covering the Buddha statue, and shaking the crying Buddha statue.

The Buddha statue is cracked.

A bunch of gray dust was covered with dust, and Jianzhen looked all over his head, and several pieces of broken bones mixed in it fell from the top of his head.

One of the broken bones still had some sharp broken stubble, and a thin cut cut in Jian Zhen's eyebrows, and a thin bloodline flowed down.

Jianzhen had no time to take care of these things, so he pulled out the wooden sign he had been carrying with him, and slapped the fat monk in the lead with force.

The monk sneered disdainfully, waved the whip in his hand and was about to suck Jianzhen.

Just as he waved halfway, the monk found that the whip was tied to something and could not move it any longer.

At a blink of an eye, the monk was shocked. It turned out that the other monks who were following him had been knocked to the ground by a little girl in strong clothes, and her mouth was crooked and her eyes fell to the ground, not knowing life and death.

A somewhat strong boy was standing behind him, and the whip was slightly grabbed by him, looking at him coldly, as if he was looking at the dead.

Li Chongrun himself regretted it. He just used his hand to grab the whip, but his palm seemed to be cut, which hurts so much.

"Who are you? Do you dare to ruin the good deeds of Buddha? Are you not afraid of retribution?"

The monk shouted at Li Chongrun with a stern look, but ignored the little monk Jianzhen who was calling him. He was hit by the wooden sign he waved. The dull sound rang out, and the fat monk fell softly to the ground.

One, two, three...

The sound of knocking on the wood turned into the sound of breaking the wood, and finally turned into the sound of pounding garlic. The dust on Jianzhen's body was sprinkled by his violent movements, and a human figure faintly disappeared, gradually dissipating in the howling cold wind in winter.

Several farmers working on the side were shocked by this scene. Several monks who were usually arrogant and domineering in the countryside ended up like this. Several farmers were so scared that they didn't dare to run away. They just knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the three people in the field one after another.

"Go and call the village."

Rui Niang, who followed, knew the story of Jianzhen, and guessed that this should be the culprit that ruined his family.

But there is an explanation for this matter. After asking the few people who were scared like rabbits, they knew that they were farmers around, so they asked them to call the village.

Several civilians rolled and crawled into the village like an amnesty, and they ran away a few of their shoes, and they didn't even have the courage to turn their heads back and pick them up.

After waving for a long time, the little monk Jianzhen finally couldn't move it anymore. The wooden sign in his hand was broken and covered with red and white things. Jianzhen's eyes were a little straight and weak, and he stood up with panting. Seeing the tiny dog ​​that was already being held in Gongsun Lan's arms, he wanted to find out.

But as soon as Jian Zhen moved, his eyes flipped and he rushed to the ground quietly.

When I heard that the name of the person was revealed, the village next to me rushed over anxiously, and what I saw was such a strange scene.

Several guards in gray clothes were holding horizontal knives, and were surrounded by cautiously around the small temple that had collapsed before when the fire broke out.

There was a pool of blood on the ground, and a figure dressed in a gray-clothed monk fell into the pool of blood, but his head and face had been smashed into rotten watermelons, and he could not see his appearance.

A somewhat strong boy was covered in blood. He hugged another child covered in blood in his arms, and grabbed the child's pulse and wrist with his hands, as if he was treating him.

The child looked familiar, as if he was the little monk in this small temple before.

A beautiful girl with picturesque eyebrows and eyes squatted on the ground with a long knife on her back and hugged a slim dog. There were three monks in gray cloth robes upside down in front of her.

A woman dressed as a landlord was waiting in front of the temple gate with a smile like a ok, and when she saw her coming, she explained the matter carefully.

Muramasa naturally knew the identities of these monks. He said that he was a monk from the big temple on the other side of the mountain. He was often sent here by the temple to collect accounts, and he had forced several very kind families to death. Although he was not a person with full evil deeds, he could not escape the comments that he had no choice but to die.

After hearing Rui Niang tell the story of the little monk Jianzhen, she saw the wooden sign that Jianzhen used to avenge her. The village master realized that the old monk who had lived in this dilapidated small temple and was actually dead at the hands of them, which was a little shocked.

"These evil people said that the temple collapsed, so they wanted to recruit some farmers to rebuild the temple. When I saw that they had obtained the old monk's certificate, I transferred the farmers to them. The little brother would never help the evildoer."

Just as I heard Li Chongrun say a few words to Rui Niang in Mandarin, I remembered that I heard that an amazing figure had recently come to Yangzhou City. He was sent by His Majesty himself, so I vaguely guessed Li Chongrun's identity. So I used Mandarin to scream and betray Li Chongrun.

After hearing Li Zheng's words, Li Chongrun realized that it was not a sect dispute at all. The death of the old monk was nothing more than the decree of these monks.

The application for the sacrificial certificate in the Tang Dynasty was extremely strict. The dead monk's sacrificial certificate would be taken back to the prefecture and would be issued again after confirmation of handover. If you want to apply for a new sacrificial certificate, you either pay a large sum of money to the yamen, as many as dozens of cents, or you can only wait for the gift from His Majesty.

Therefore, there are many lay Buddhists waiting to become monks in many temples who do some monks' homework, but they don't get the certificate and cannot be slandered. The longest one will even have to wait for decades.

Because of the certificate of vassals, taxes and labor service can be exempted from labor service, just like robbing money from the emperor's old man.

The poor little monk Jianzhen's nameless master was guilty of possessing a treasure and ended up like this.

Li Chongrun carefully checked Jianzhen's heart meridians and found that he fainted because he was just a little anxious. At this time, his heart meridians were smooth and there was no major problem.

Seeing that the village could speak official language, I asked a few more questions about these monks, but the village was not sure about it after asking questions, which really made people angry.

The remaining three monks had already woken up. When Li Chongrun was scared, they shook their origin like beans.
Chapter completed!