Dongdongdongdongdong.

The gate of the temple itself rings, making it more anxious every time.

The mountain gate is so far away that only the sweeper heard the sound at the door, followed by the sound of the child.

The little monk looked at the weather and thought he wanted to shelter from the rain, but the door was not closed.

I felt strange, and when I quickly went up to look, I found that there was no one at the door.

No, not only did not have one person, but there were two people, two identical baby boys, who were put in hand-woven baskets and put at least three or four children's clothes on them.

In the basket next to it, there were steamed buns, sesame cakes, eggs and four cans of milk powder. However, there was no adult around.

This scene...

The monk immediately understood, put down his broom and turned around to report to the new abbot.

Abbot Shi Xu looked at the two children with headaches.

The two children who cried loudly were so loudly no matter how they coaxed them.

After a while, the abbot and two monks squatted at the gate to bask in the sun for the child and muttered: "You are so annoying, you are so edible, so just call you Hui Sanxian! Hui Fenzi Egg!"

"Abbot, the powdery egg is sweet."

A chubby young monk next to him said, and after thinking about it, he asked again, "Do you always want to be 'wisted' eggs?"

"Just don't add sugar. Speaking of pigeon eggs, did you eat the pigeon eggs I raised two years ago?" As he said that, the old monk turned his head and looked at the chubby monk next to him.

"Abbot of guilty abbot, how can you swear off? I know that it's not such a person! You are also a new official, and the old abbot knows the nature of every monk in the temple..."

He was halfway through his speech and suddenly remembered.

Not good, if you say the wrong thing, you blame yourself for not having a clue and saying something bad.

He lowered his head and admitted his mistake: "It was me who said the wrong thing, please punish me."

I secretly looked at Abbot Shinxu's expression, and the latter seemed to be just stunned there, without any sad or angry expressions.

“It’s okay.

But I was also worried about my senior brother. I always felt that I couldn’t sleep well last night. I don’t know where he was at this time, and whether he had found a temple that was successfully placed on orders and whether he was eating well."

After a while, he finally squeezed out a reluctant smile.

It's completely different from normal times.

"yes ."

Leran nodded worriedly.

After thinking about it, he said, "Abbot Jinxu, you didn't sleep well last night. I'm sure it wasn't because of the two newly bought comics? I saw you clamped in your collar."

"Eat a snail for me

Spin your palm!”

"Ah, help me, old abbot..."

On the Mount of Void and in the tiny temple, laughter and joy gradually faded away.

At the same time.

Outside China.

Three banana trees are built with tarps, and a natural pavilion.

The child was sleeping quietly, but for some reason, he suddenly woke up, crying loudly, causing his mother and father to quarrel.

"Hada, come and see!" The hostess was obviously surprised.

"Here's here, what's wrong?" The male owner ran over with his hand.

"Look! It seems that this is the first time for the youngest sister to cry! Oh my God, she will cry!" The hostess was obviously surprised to cover her mouth.

The two were both surprised and worried, and the child's crying was heartbreaking.

It is quiet outside, which is rare quiet recently.

The two looked at each other, full of warmth.

Fortunately, the child is still there, and hope is still there.

The new day has arrived, and I hope today is a good weather, so that the old monk can go back north.

At this moment, because the wind direction changed, the burning smell came from my nose. I think this season, the dried crops are burned.

No one cared about the fire last night.

The woman tied up the corner of her skirt, and reluctantly followed a child with a whip, holding an old cow borrowed from the next door. The two of them walked towards the river with a basin, and the hostess urged the child to follow from time to time.

The surroundings were surprisingly quiet, but at some point, there was a sound of simplicity.

The sound continues.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but I always feel that the sound of brushing is getting louder and louder.

However, it was not an illusion, the woman felt a little shocked under her feet.

"Is it something close?" The hostess was surprised.

"mom!"

The child behind him suddenly screamed.

"What!"

She turned her head in surprise. It turned out that the child had climbed up the tree at some point and saw a scene that surprised him from ear to ear.

"Many people are walking towards this side!" the child described.

Maybe this is not a surprise, they often have a lot of people gathering together during festivals.

But this time it was obviously not to celebrate anything, because their expressions were so terrible and their movements were stiff, like the zombies in the story!

"Oh my god!"

He almost fell from the tree, but fortunately he grabbed it and slid down so he didn't fall.

"What are they doing?" The child didn't understand.

The woman grabbed the child,

I remembered the question asked by the old monk yesterday: for example, "What does those sudden increase in friction indicate?" and the sentence "Maybe I will know tomorrow."

For a moment she had an unknown premonition.

Without hesitation for a moment, she patted the child on the shoulder and urged him: "You run faster than your mother, go back and tell your father and others, escape to your aunt's house in China, go quickly."

“…”

Although the child was a little scared, he still stomped his feet and turned around and ran away.

It was my mother's instructions, and it was also because of her eyes that he didn't dare to take a look.

He had never seen his mother's expression.

There were tears in her eyes, but there was a feeling of incomprehension, as if she was sure that she would never have the chance to smile at her again. She smiled so hard that the child dared not look at her.

However, everything came, it came too quickly.

He didn't run far, but a woman's scream came from behind.

ah!

The child wiped away his tears.

Home is getting closer,

"Dad, many people are coming, run away quickly!"

He shouted loudly when he didn't have home.

The next second, a farmer's knife stabbed from behind with a whoosh.

The man who came out of the house was holding the child, and he saw the child looking down at his blood-red chest.

The man was shocked and instinctively took the child and ran away.

Mom! I'm sorry!

When passing the window, he looked down and didn't dare to look.

The old woman opened her eyes slightly, and she could only glance at the gray cloth of the baby in his arms, and she could not see any further away. The old woman smiled and waved her hand, and she closed her eyes, feeling that there was no time to be calmer than now.

Riot, flames, swords, shadows,

Screaming, cursing, begging.

The smell of disgusting.

When I was guilty and returned to the village, the village was completely shrouded in a fire.

It is probably because during the dry season, it is spreading faster and faster, and almost everything that can be burned is burning in almost everything that can be seen, including humans.

They were in the flames, tearing their skin in pain.

Yet there are still stupid calls.

Save me, the God of immortality!

"No, he is not a god!"

The old monk used all his body to shout at the people: Go quickly! Go quickly!
Chapter completed!