Duan Mingyi didn't know, so after washing his face, he looked at the ruined temple that looked like a gust of wind entering, and looked down at his flat stomach, finally remembered something important.
"If the three monks are gone like this, do we still have to eat dry food?"
In a word, everyone who won the fight was shocked.
Rushed to the back kitchen of the temple, where I found the cauldron and the bag of rice.
"Fortunately, there is still half a bag of rice left. We can use this rice to cook porridge." Zhao Tiantian smiled brightly while holding half a bag of rice.
"Let's finish cooking before we go on the road. I see on the map that we can climb over this mountain before it gets dark today. Behind the mountain is a place called Tonghu Island." Lu Bei looked at the sign on the map. From the looks of it, Tonghu Island is quite big, and there should be a lot of people living on the island.
After hearing this, Duan Mingyi skillfully carried the pot to fetch water, wash dishes and wash the rice, while the others cleaned up the kitchen first.
"ah!"
In the warehouse where the firewood was piled up, Wen Siyan's exclamation came.
Several people in the kitchen rushed out, blocking the pale-faced people behind them. Lu Bei held the long sword and looked at the empty room with only firewood in the corner. After checking up, down, left, and right, he looked at Wen Siyan. "what's the situation."
"Those pockets are filled with people."
Wen Siyan pointed at the pockets under his feet with trembling lips.
Originally, she wanted to pick up some firewood for Uncle Duan, but when she saw some bulging pockets in the corner, she opened them, but she didn't expect to see a skeletal corpse.
"You go out first, I will drive."
Xinyang asked them all to go out, and he himself went to open those pockets to check the situation.
"Don't ask senior brother, just put on your gloves and touch them." Lu Bei grabbed his gloves from his pocket and quickly stuffed them into the other party.
Xinyang put on the gloves, and Lu Bei stood at the door and gave him a flashlight.
There are six corners and the sacks in the firewood pile.
Xinyang took out all six bags, opened the mouth of the bag and poured out the contents, each bag contained deep bones.
The huge skeletons fell to the ground, and there was no need to distinguish the corpses of these animals, because although their bodies were bone-shattered, there were still some unpleasant-smelling fragments of clothing and cloth, as well as Buddhist beads and wooden fish.
"These people are probably the original real monks of this temple."
Lu Bei squatted on the ground, looking at one corpse after another and sighed.
"Are we going to kill those three people?" Zhao Tiantian asked.
After they captured the three monks last night, they just abolished their cultivation and tied them with iron chains to the front hall of the Daxiong Palace. They have not yet disposed of them.
"Let's find a place to bury these people first."
Lu Bei took out the shovel from the storage bag and handed it to the people beside him.
Duan Mingyi, who was busy in the kitchen, was puzzled when he saw that this group of people ran out and didn't come back. When he came out to look for someone with a rice spoon, he happened to see the bones all over the floor, and he was shocked .
I also learned from Lu Bei and the others that these are the real monks in the Mercy Temple, and that the three monks yesterday were all pretending to be sinners.
"Amitabha, what a sin, what a sin."
Duan Mingyi didn't expect that there would be such a person in the world, who killed all the monks in the temple, but forgot that he wanted to pretend to be a monk and live in and torture passers-by.
"Just beat the three of them to death! This kind of person will be beheaded even if he is sent to the government!" Duan Mingyi said viciously, supporting Lu Bei and the others in beating the three villains to death.
Everyone first chose a beautiful place in the temple, and when they left the Mercy Temple with their stomachs full and holding the reins, a group of people entered the main hall of the temple.
Seeing the three villains arrested by them last night, when they walked into the hall, the three monks who hadn't slept all night raised their heads and stared at them with resentful eyes.
"Do you want to kill them now?" Although Wen Siyan hated these three villains, she had never attacked anyone except monsters, so she was a little timid.
"Isn't Feng Wujing's alchemy furnace very big and heavy? Why don't you just throw the alchemy furnace over and crush it to death?"
Zhao Tiantian stood here, but when it was time to make a move, she didn't dare to move.
"My alchemy furnace is for refining medicine, not for killing people!" Feng Wujing crossed his arms, quite dissatisfied with the fact that his alchemy furnace was misunderstood.
Lu Bei didn't speak, but he was in the same mood as everyone else.
Moreover, he has been studying on the earth for more than ten years, and asked him to use a sword to destroy a species that is also human in this way.
He glanced at the long sword in his hand out of the corner of his eye, knowing in his heart that these three villains deserved what they deserved, but it was still a bit awkward physically.
Xinyang, who was the only calm person present, looked at the four rookies whose faces were full of uneasiness and hesitation, and knew that today's hurdle would be difficult for them to overcome. "Go and get the sacks from the firewood room, gag their mouths, and cover them with sacks."
Without asking the senior brother to speak, a few people ran to the firewood room to take out the sack where the bones were stored before, and then ran back to the Daxiong Palace, first blocked the curses of the three monks, and then covered them all with sacks.
When the three wicked monks were put into sacks and fell to the ground.
The four rookies looked at Brother Buwen at the same time.
"Take your weapons and stand outside the door, each of you coming in alone."
The four obediently stood outside the door with their weapons in their hands, waiting to be called by their names.
Under the watchful eyes of the Bodhisattva in the Great Hall, Xin Yang broke the heart veins of the three monks whose spiritual power had been crippled with one palm, then stopped and shouted at the door.
"Lu Bei, come in."
The first name to be called was Lu Bei. The person standing outside the door took a deep breath and followed the concerned eyes of the three friends, opened the door and walked in.
"Close the door."
The next sentence came from Xinyang, and the person who had just stepped through the high threshold turned around and closed the door again, blocking the curious eyes of the friends.
Lu Bei took a deep breath, held the long sword in his hand and walked up to Senior Brother Buwen, "Senior Brother."
"Pull out your sword."
"Dang!" The whole body was snow-white, and the long sword was pulled out like snow, and held in the palm of his hand.
Xinyang walked up behind him, raised his arm to hold the back of his hand, and pointed the tip of his sword at the three sacks on the ground, "If we hadn't had the detoxification pill and a whole body of cultivation last night, we would have ended up like those monks in the firewood room. In the same end, you are the smartest and most thoughtful, so you should understand better than them that these three people cannot stay, right?"
Lu Bei looked at the bulging sack on the ground, and subconsciously nodded his head when he heard the words of the person behind him, "Yes, they should have been beheaded for committing such a thing!"
"Now, instead of beheading you, use them to sacrifice blood for your long sword. Your sword hasn't hurt anyone except monsters, right?"
"Does killing chickens count?" They traveled a lot in the wilderness, and occasionally Wen Siyan would bring them some pheasants when she went out to practice archery.
Xin Yang, who was directing the opponent's mentality in a serious manner, was stunned.
"Forget it, hold the sword in your hand now, what is the third form of the Supreme Peak swordsmanship?"
"White snake out of the hole!" People who have used this move countless times in the northwest camp, used this move instinctively.
When the three sacks on the ground were stabbed by his long sword, Lu Bei reacted so quickly that he pulled out the long sword again without even thinking about it.
Then, when he saw the bright red blood on the sword, his legs softened and he wanted to fall down.
Didn't fail, Brother Wuwen has been standing behind him with one hand supporting his waist, and the other sticking to the back of his sword hand, firmly holding his trembling hand that even Xiaobai can't hold. palm.
"He killed someone..." Lu Bei looked at the dark red blood on the sword, and his whole mind was in a mess.
"Do you know why the disciples of Wan Jianzong are always dressed in black?" Xin Yang held the man who was short of breath, and took out a black handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it to him.
"Wipe off the blood on your sword."
At this moment, Lu Bei seemed to have turned into a marionette, wiping off the blood on the sword with a black handkerchief tremblingly, and his thoughts were drawn by the question he didn't ask his senior brother, "Why... why are you wearing black?"
"Ordinary people think that sword cultivators are all dressed in white, with a long sword on their backs. But in fact, most of the sword cultivators in Lingyunzhou are dressed in black. They kill one person in ten steps, and just brush off their clothes. There is no blood in the black clothes, that's why the sword cultivators are wearing black clothes."
Since Xinyang went out to experience with them, as a senior brother, he naturally has the responsibility to guide them.
"understand?"
Lu Bei nodded in a trance, "I probably understand."
"Hold the sword in your hand tightly, no matter what happens, don't let it go, go out and let Feng Wujing come in." Xinyang let go of his hand and took a step back, indicating that he can go out.
The three people standing outside the door couldn't hear the movement inside the door. When they were sweating hotly, they saw Lu Bei open the door with a pale face and step out across the high threshold.
"Lu Bei, are you alright?" Wen Siyan glanced at the senior brother Wuwen standing in the hall, and the troublesome three who fell to the ground.
"I'm fine, Feng Wujing, go in, don't ask senior brother to call you."
Feng Wujing heard about it, took a deep breath and bid farewell to the three friends, entered the main hall and closed the door.
Outside the room, Lu Bei stood alone under the sun but felt a little cold. He shuddered and looked up at Wen Siyan and Wen Siyan's worried eyes, trying to raise the corners of his mouth to comfort them, "It's nothing, it's just brother and I I said something, I'll go wash my face first."
After speaking, the person who left in a hurry ran to the undisturbed well in the back, fetched a bucket of cold water and washed his face several times to calm himself down.
Lu Bei took Xiaobai out, looked at the blade that had been wiped clean just now, and always felt that there was still a bloody smell left on it.
After washing it several times with well water, the person holding the clean blade sat on the ground and subconsciously took out the mobile phone from the storage bag.
When he couldn't help but click on the live broadcast app with his fingers, Lu Bei was about to turn off the screen when the live broadcast was officially launched successfully.
"Huh? The anchor, you are still in the temple?"
"Why is there so much water on the anchor's face? If it rains locally, it will be difficult to travel in heavy rain. You might as well stay in the temple for another day."
The viewers who hadn't seen the host since they went offline last night didn't understand the situation in front of them at all.
They all greeted him and told them to pay attention to the weather.
"Lu Bei, did something happen?" Looking at his son's expression, Zhou Bailing knew that he didn't have the listless expression of just waking up, but looked a little anxious and worried.
"It's okay." Lu Bei wanted to explain to Zhou Bailing, but he didn't know how to describe the situation before him.
"It's just... the three monks in the temple yesterday were all villains. They drugged us at night and wanted to kill us, but they were arrested by Brother Wuwen. Just now we found out that these people killed the monks in the temple a long time ago. Real monks, they are villains pretending to be monks."
As soon as Lu Bei evaded the important explanation, he saw the audience in the comment area discussing it excitedly.
"Mistgrass! There are such scumbags. Even monks dare to kill monks in front of Bodhisattvas. How many evil things will they do if they are spared? When you leave, anchors, remember to take them to Fa-rectification on the spot!"
"In-situ rectification +1."
"On-site Fa-rectification + 1 unit 6."
"On-the-spot Fa-rectification + ex-boyfriend's phone number."
"Don't bring private goods upstairs, we can chat with creatures like ex-boyfriends in other time periods."
"That's right, that's right! Support the Fa-rectification on the spot + the QQ number of the scum who lied to me last time!"
People who were still shocked by the remarks in the comment area last second were amused by the remarks that disrupted order when they were thinking about whether to continue talking about the next thing.
Zhou Bailing, who was sitting in front of the sofa, looked at the smile on her son's face, and let go of her flustered heart. She pulled her husband by the side and asked him, "You said what Lu Bei wanted to say just now? He is Didn't something happen to you during the training? Could it be that some friends had a quarrel with each other?"
"No way, wouldn't it be good if they fight each other every time they quarrel?" Roadberton replied to his wife pretending to be surprised.
Compared with things like quarrels between friends, Roadbertos almost guessed the matter after listening to what his son said and the opinions of the audience in the comment area.
The thing that can make Lu Bei's face pale with fright is that the three evil monks were arrested by them. It is impossible for people to just hold them and take them with them on the road.
Even if he agrees, then senior brother Wuwen who is a few years older than them probably won't accept it.
In the past two or three years, Lu Baitong, who has seen a lot of Xianxia, knows that the Xianxia world is completely a world of the weak and the strong, and whoever is strong has the right to speak, and there are very few traces of their legal existence.
Even if there is, it is only a law for mortals. As for the cultivators, I have not heard Lu Bei or others mention it at all.
In such a world where strength is paramount, it is difficult for a sword cultivator to survive without blood on his hands. When Lu Baitong thought of his son, who can't cook, but needs to carry a sword to do such things occasionally, it is also unreasonable. Will have a heart attack late into the night.
But he knew it was such a world, but Lu Bei wanted to stay in that place for the rest of his life. He could only adapt to things and methods that he had never been exposed to before.
"Lubei."
The second Feng Wujing who came out of the room called Wen Siyan. After entering the main hall, he did not see Lu Bei's figure when he came out.
"He said he was going to wash his face. I saw that his complexion was not very good, so I didn't bother him." Zhao Tiantian pointed to the direction where Lu Bei left just now, and told him.
"You stay here and guard Siyan, I'll go and see Lubei."
Holding the wooden sword in his arms, Feng Wujing searched all the way and saw his friend sitting by the well.
"We probably have to leave, let's chat with you again tonight."
Seeing the person coming, Lu Bei was worried that he might say something that worried the audience, so he hurriedly downcasted and turned off his phone, took a deep breath, got up from the ground and walked towards him, "Are you leaving?"
"Wen Siyan just went in, and I'm afraid it will take a stick of incense before she can leave." Feng Wujing looked at his pale face, took out a Qingxin Pill from the storage bag and handed it to him.
"This is a similar version based on the Qingxin pill you gave me back then, and I recalled the taste."
When the two met for the first time in Yuchi Town, Lu Bei treated him to a heart-cooling Qingxin Pill.
When finding the Hunyuan Pill in the Treasure Pavilion of the Neimen of Baise, the first elixir Feng Wujing refined was Qingxin Pill.
"Thank you, it's cool!"
The person who threw the pill into his mouth, only had time to say a few words when the chill on the tip of his tongue made his whole body start to tremble.
"There are also Qingxin Pills in the Dandian, but after taking it, I always feel that the medicine is not as good as the one you gave me, so I added three times the amount of mint, Nether grass and earth core cream to it, and refined it again. become."
The Qingxin Pill refined this time has a very good effect, Feng Wujing asked Brother Alai and Zhao Tiantian from Baisemen to try it.
As for Senior Brother Yuan and Wen Siyan, after seeing their expressions, they rejected his invitation to try the pill.
Now Lu Bei is the third person who has eaten the Qingxin pill improved by himself.
"I'm so honored, don't give it to me next time."
After taking a heart-warming pill, Lu Bei was hit by the cold current sweeping from the Antarctic, and all the things in his mind were forgotten.
The whole person has become desireless, and now he just wants to wear a few more thick clothes on his body.
This is not a Qingxin pill, it is clearly a pill to send people away.
At the beginning, what he gave was just a chewing gum with a bursting frosty taste, which was refreshing but not fatal!
"Those three people are already dead." Feng Wujing said calmly, "I'm not afraid at all that senior brother asked me to do it, and we didn't do anything wrong. They deserved this fate."
"I've done it too." Lu Bei knew that it was for their own good not to ask his senior brother, but he needed to digest this matter by himself for a while.
He is not a native of the Xianxia world, and the education he has received since he was a child almost engraved the words "law-abiding citizen" into his mind.
He was still not used to being a law enforcement officer all of a sudden.
"Do you think Zhao Tiantian will cry?" Feng Wujing changed the subject, no longer entangled with him about the two people's hands-on just now, and turned to discuss the situation of another little friend.
Lu Bei was stunned by this question for a second, and thought about it carefully, "Compared to her nervousness, Siyan might be the one crying."
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