MTL - Heroic Wife Reborn-Chapter 1519 Mo asked, this is punishment

The appearance of the sorghum of the Imperial Rest Temple has made the atmosphere of the Yongsheng Temple tight to the extreme. It seems that there is one more igniting star. This thousand-year-old temple will ignite a raging fire and bring everyone to destruction.

Do not ask to sit in the temple of sorrow, listen to the servant outside the temple, said that no fine three.

"Hosted, the poor did not find the body, did he leave the temple privately?" The attendant asked Mo.

Mo asked: "Nothing."

The servant descended from the corridor.

The third is the person who stayed in the temple to raise the face lizard. Mo asked that the third would not betray him. At the same time, Mo asked that the third should be dead. Someone went to the release lake and killed the fine three.

Is it a man, or a jade?

Mo asked to sit cross-legged on the pad and look at the Buddha statue in a temple. These Buddhas are kind and eye-catching, sad and sorrowful, or glaring at King Kong. "Can't help me," Mo asked his eyes to sweep a statue of Buddha, saying to himself: You can't help me."

"Presiding," the attendant monk came to report at this time: "There are two hundred and three monks leaving the temple."

"Let them," Mo’s voice sounded calm.

Hundreds of monks lined up in long lines and walked down the trails. The true Buddhas were poor people, so the poor people carrying the bags were poor, and some were just a few coats.

The snow in the mountains is stronger than the mountains.

An old man stopped at the mountain road and stood here. He could clearly see the military camp on the plain below the mountain. A top military account was connected in one piece. At first glance, the horse’s humming sound could be heard. .

"Master," the two young monks, one left and one right, supported the Master who had been seventy years old.

The old man looked down and looked at the road under his feet. The mountain road was twisted and twisted, and the snow was trampled into mud.

"Do you want to take a break?" asked the little monk standing on the left hand side of the old man.

"Let's go," the old man stepped forward and walked forward. People could not stay in the snow, or they would be killed alive.

The little monk turned back, and the Yongsheng Temple stood quietly on the foothills. It was the place where he was born and grew, so he left, and the little monk was reluctant.

"Wise, let's go," the old screaming his little apprentice, the disciples who have grown up and can be masters of themselves. The old man is unintentional and unable to control it, but his two young disciples, he If you have to take the mountain down and become a Buddhist disciple, you can re-enter the ordinary people's home. He can't let these two children die.

The long team moved a little bit down the hill in silence.

It’s easy for a group of people to walk to the mountainside, and the roadside down the mountain has also become wide, and several exclamations have come from the forefront of the team.

"There are monsters!"

Some people shouted.

A medicinal man came up from behind and opened his mouth and bit it on the face of this monk.

"Roar!"

"嗬嗬-"

......

The scream of the medicinal man screamed, and the people’s screams were suppressed, and the people on the mountain road were frightened.

"The trough!" In the camp, watching the small jade baked potatoes of the big home snorted, jumped up and disappeared into the camp.

The former pirates were scared to get up.

The big master shouted: "How, how is it going? Do you ask to kill it?"

Gu Xinglang sat up on the couch, and the person who was still closing his eyes was looking at it.

Xiaowei asked: "What happened to you?"

Gu Xinglang whispered: "Mo asked to kill people in the drug,"

"Who kills? Those who want to leave?" The hand of the great master instinctively pressed the knife.

"Go to the Sheng and Jingmo, they said, the drug people went to the mountainside, let them guard, do not let the drug people into the military camp," Gu Xinglang said this, the figure quickly walked out of the camp.

The big guy stayed in the camp for a moment.

When the big master came back to God, he suddenly slammed his feet and shouted to Xiaowei. "Is still squatting? You are doing a good job, you still don't report it?"

Xiao Wei ran out of the camp.

The old man took two young monks and ran to the mountains, but he was too old and did not run far, and fell to the ground with two young monks.

"Master, I am afraid!" called the wise little monk crying.

The old man looked back. On the mountain road under his feet, people were eating people. After being slashed and licked, they were hunted, and the incomplete corpses got up from the ground and ran to those who were still alive.

People cried, but there was nowhere to escape.

The world instantly becomes hell.

Two pharmacists came over to the old man and the two young monks.

"Go!" The old man used all his strength to push the two little monks behind him and shouted.

"Roar--"

A monk who only had half of his body crawled over to the old man, and the white intestines were dragged at the broken part of the body, dragging a long blood mark on the ground.

The two little monks didn’t know how to cry now, and stared at the monsters who were walking towards themselves or walking.

There was a servant who slammed the door of the temple of sorrow and shouted in a hurry: "President, there is something wrong with the mountainside! Host!"

Mo asked no words in the temple.

The attendant monk first discovered that waiting was a difficult thing.

"This is punishment," and finally a voice came out of the temple. Mo asked the master to say the word: "If you want to go, you have to pay the price."

The servant monks stood outside the hall of sorrow and could not believe what they had heard.

Mo asked to hold the rosary in his hand, and one hundred and eight white jade Bodhisattva became a pile of powder.

"Then, then we want, how can we..." The aunt and the monk stuttered.

"Close the temple door," Mo asked not to wait for the monk to speak, and said: "Let the believers outside the temple not be afraid, there are Buddhas on the mountain, they will not have anything."

The waiter is still standing.

"Not so fast?" Mo asked gently.

The servants of the servants were screaming and ran away.

The old man on the mountain road saw a mouth with blood and mouth, and in desperation, the old man held the two young apprentices tightly under his body.

The screaming sound of the medicinal man’s mouth, the raw meat is in front of him, and the medicinal man slams into the old cockroach.

When the old man who was waiting for death was at this time, he saw the monster in front of him as if he had been cast a spell.

"Are you all right?" Yu Xiaoxiao pulled the old man from the ground.

The old man looked at the person who saved himself.

"I went, and I was scared," Yu Xiaoxiao snorted, and screamed at the old man and two little monks on the tree. He said, "Just stay here, don't go down."

Lao Zichong nodded a little, this is the only action he can make now.

Yu Xiaoxiao patted the heads of two young monks and jumped down the tree.

At this time, the instructor also reached the middle of the mountain. Wherever he passed, the medicines were swayed by the wind.

The old man held two frightened little apprentices in his arms. Who wants them to die? At the moment, the old man who has no life in the world, who is concentrating on the cultivation of Buddha, cursed a person for the first time in his heart with the most vicious language he knows.

To the reader:

The second is more.