On a rainy night, a young man in gorgeous clothes came to the entrance of the village, followed by four followers.

The young man held an umbrella, and under the umbrella was a clearly silhouetted face, with neither happy nor sad eyes, but his lips were tightly pursed. When the stranger on a rainy night made the villagers look at him, he was wary and sad.

From outside the village to the entrance of the village, there were blood all the way, and there were corpses that were not restrained. When the young man walked past the corpses, he bent down without exception and closed their eyes.

Li Qingyang and several Sui soldiers followed, and also felt a depressing atmosphere shrouded around Master Qin.

So he learned from Qin Kun and slowly closed the unattended corpses and their eyes.

When fighting...what can we not die?

This is a big village, and seven out of ten of the villages have suffered disasters. I don’t know if it was done by the defeated soldiers or by the Sui army. Li Qingyang came beside Qin Kun and whispered: “Master Qin…we…”

Qin Kun raised his hand and stopped him: "It's not your fault, you are soldiers."

Professional soldiers are the duty of obeying orders and are originally war machines.

They are executioners and cannon fodders, but they are not the initiators.

Qin Kun walked into a yard with dilapidated doors and windows. An old man was holding a coma little girl. The old man looked at Qin Kun in and looked at him in horror.

"You...who are you..."

"Taoist You Fang."

Qin Kun stretched out two points to the little girl's forehead and abdomen. After a while, he took back his hand and looked at the leaking earthen house.

"The girl is hungry and scared."

As he said that, he took out the jerky prepared on the way and handed it over.

"Grind it into powder and feed it with some water. It's okay for your health... As for mental damage... it takes a while to recover."

Qin Kun stood up and turned to go out.

The old man couldn't understand what mental injury was, but when he saw a large piece of jerky meat in his hand, he suddenly burst into tears.

Good man.

These days... few people care about their life or death.

Qin Kun and a few people walked into the second house again.

There was a middle-aged man on the ground, and his body was already cold.

Qin Kun tidied up his clothes and wiped the blood from his face. The woman and the child next to the man looked at Qin Kun in horror. Qin Kun knew that the group of people were scared and said nothing. Until the body was almost cleaned up, Qin Kun left behind a piece of jerky meat.

The woman and the child stared blankly at the body just now, and became much more peaceful than the previous cunning appearance.

Qin Kun can't do much, let the dead leave more decently, and let the living keep their stomachs...it's considered insignificant.

Leaving one by one.

Qin Kun either said some comforting words, left some food, or simply did makeup, or helped the helpless person to make a fire, that's all.

I arrived at a house that was not like a human being. One wall had collapsed. There were four corpses, an old woman, two children, and a woman. The only person who lived was a man with his eyes numb.

His hands were covered with blood, and he dug four pits. Li Qingyang and others came forward silently, helped him bury the person, and then helped to set fire in a place where the rain could not be drenched, and left silently.

Qin Kun has seen so many dead people since he started working, but he still can't stand this kind of scene.

Who wants to die when a person lives?

But who has ever held his life in his hands?

Before leaving the village, the rain had stopped.

Qin Kun looked at Li Qingyang and the others covered in mud, and suddenly smiled softly: "I forgot to teach you."

Li Qingyang and the others said nothing, and suddenly found Qin Kun slashing their eyebrows. The others were stunned. Suddenly, the brother next to Li Qingyang was trembling and told him to turn around.

Li Qingyang turned around and saw an unforgettable scene.

At the entrance of the village, behind them, more than a hundred ghosts stood!

Either her cheeks were thin, her intestines were leaking, her body was covered in blood, or her limbs were incomplete. Li Qingyang's legs were weak and she forced herself to not kneel down.

Qin Kun looked at the ghosts and said nothing.

Li Qingyang looked at Qin Kun, his whole body trembled like a sieve. The three people next to him were also scared, but for some reason, no one screamed.

Then, they saw more than a hundred ghosts and knelt down towards them in one go!

When Li Qingyang knelt down, a huge buzzing sound appeared in his mind like a beating of a bronze bell.

More than a hundred ghosts knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times, then slowly stood up, left silently, and returned to the village.

quiet.

The ghosts dispersed, and the rain on the leaves fell on the ground, ticking.

Li Qingyang bit his lips and tears suddenly burst out.

"Master Qin, teach me."

He knelt down towards Qin Kun.

I didn't tell you anything, I just knelt on that.

Qin Kun looked into the distance: "What can I teach you?"

...

The battle to destroy Chen has begun, and China is about to usher in the unification of the Five Barbarians invading China. The world is filled with the spirit of change, and it is also covered with traces of blood and fire.

On the way forward, Li Qingyang looked at a village that was being washed away and was about to go over to help as usual, but Qin Kun stopped them.

Can't help anymore.

He could see the living people in the village, but he could also see the death aura filled with the upper part of the village.

This village will soon usher in a plague, and with their ability, they will not be able to save it anymore...

After leaving the village, no one questioned Qin Kun's decision. Since they arrived at a hillside, a man in monk's robes blocked their way.

"Amitabha, I followed the donor all the way, and saw that the donor accumulated virtue and did good deeds, and I admired him."

The monk celebrating together, but Qin Kun asked Li Qingyang and others to wait for him in front.

He looked at the monk and smiled softly: "I haven't tried it after following you for so long because I haven't found a reason to make my conscience live up to you, right?"

The monk smiled without saying a word.

Qin Kun asked, "Did you find it today?"

The monk nodded: "Why don't you save me when I see you?"

"Not saved."

"It is different from not saving or not saving."

The monk walked slowly and forced himself to hypnotize himself. He told himself that the person in front of him was hypocritical, and it seemed that in this way, his conscience could be passed. When a killer was used, he would not let the Buddha's heart be covered with dust.

The monk's eyes were sharp, and Qin Kun didn't like this kind of monk.

He asked, "Will you save them?"

"Amitabha, I am willing to save the great sufferings and great troubles in the world! So come and take your Buddha wheel."

The monk said solemnly and seriously.

Qin Kun laughed.

"Then come on."

"Thousand-handed Tathagata!"

The monk took action again, as always as the previous two.

The Vajra Palm of the Sky came towards Qin Kun's Seal. Qin Kun saw that the difference from the previous two was that there were eight big ghosts in the other's palm technique!

The monk is showing his hands!

The eight big ghosts are also exposing their hands!

This is not a ghost. It has not absorbed the power of fierce ghosts in the human body, but in terms of magic, it is integrated with the ghost messenger she has raised.

Strange!

One round, Qin Kun was knocked to the ground.

The monk could not hide the ecstasy in his eyes.

So easy?

But when I looked at Qin Kun again, I found that Qin Kun was still in his original position and did not move.

The monk still doesn't believe it.

It's impossible for you to empty it!

It’s the Buddha’s palm in the sky again.

A few ghost messengers appeared beside Qin Kun.
To be continued...