These golden rays of light seem to be the dead souls of these children. They are purified by the chanting of Buddhist scriptures and Sanskrit and enter the world of bliss.
Xu Qingyun's eyes fell on the two monks, one big and one small. At this time, they had their eyes closed tightly, chanting Buddhist scriptures in their mouths, and their whole bodies were bathed in the holy Buddha's light.
Xu Qingyun found that he seemed to have underestimated this fat monk before.
Although this fat monk can be crazy sometimes, he seems to really understand some Buddhist teachings, otherwise he would never be able to save the souls of these children.
At this moment, Xu Qingyun couldn't help but glance at the fat monk.
If someone were to look down from a high altitude at this moment, they would be surprised to find.
This dilapidated temple is shrouded in a layer of sacred Buddha light at this moment, as if the true Buddha has descended and the Dharma is boundless.
Time passes.
The two monks finally completed the salvation for these children. Finally, they put their hands together and pronounced the Buddha's name.
Anita Buddha!
Xu Qingyun felt that there seemed to be a force entering several people's bodies.
The fat monk, the little monk, himself and Mo Yanyu all seemed to have absorbed this invisible and invisible power.
This kind of power is like the power of medicine that Xu Qingyun has practiced, but Xu Qingyun knows that it is definitely not the power of medicine.
Xu Qingyun could feel a little bit of this power, but he couldn't accurately capture it, let alone how to use it.
Suddenly, an idea flashed through Xu Qingyun's mind, and he thought of a kind of power, the power of merit.
Xu Qingyun was just guessing, and he didn't know whether this was really the power of merit.
Even if it is true, Xu Qingyun does not know how to use the power of merit, what is the use of this power of merit, let alone where the power of merit is stored in his body.
Before Xu Qingyun could think about it, there was a sound of footsteps coming from outside the ruined temple.
Xu Qingyun rushed out immediately.
A group of police officers and medical staff were seen rushing in outside, led by Du Gaoming, the police chief of Chuanshan County.
"Master Guoan!"
Du Gaoming looked at Xu Qingyun respectfully.
Xu Qingyun was too lazy to say anything to Du Gaoming at the moment and asked the medical staff and police officers to act as quickly as possible and take these children to the hospital for recuperation and treatment.
Since Mo Yanyu had communicated in advance, enough medical staff and police came to escort all the children away at once.
The dead children and their corpses were also taken away together.
Every time he sees these dead children, Xu Qingyun will feel heartbroken and angry.
The same is true for Mo Yanyu, and she even blames herself very much in her heart. If she could have rushed here faster and discovered these children sooner, so many children might not have died.
Mo Yanyu accompanied the police officers and medical staff to escort the child away.
After saying goodbye to Xu Qingyun, the fat monk and the little monk also left the ruined temple.
Xu Qingyun doesn't know where they will go, they will probably continue to wander and travel.
But Xu Qingyun did not leave, he sat alone in front of the ruined temple.
He changed out of his blood-stained police uniform and put on a white suit again.
He put Long Lijian aside and took out a bottle of wine from the storage ring.
For some reason, he really wanted to drink at this moment.
Strong wine enters the throat, and the autumn wind blows.
There is a fire in the chest that is difficult to vent and has nowhere to vent.
Depressed and uncomfortable, manic and depressed.
Xu Qingyun is waiting, waiting for someone.
He didn't know who he was waiting for.
He felt that this matter was definitely not the work of that beggar warrior alone. This chapter has been completed!