A ceremony for the passerby to save the deceased by a poor family was interrupted by an uninvited guest. Zhiyuan stopped chanting scriptures and looked at the two women in front of him, and soon recognized one of them as the concubine Zhang Lihua.

Although the other person's face was covered with dust, like a maid who had just finished his fire, he still recognized it.

Another young woman also had dust on her face, but it was difficult to cover up the fluff that was falling from the fish and geese. He did not recognize this person, thinking that it might be Zhang Lihua's maid.

Looking at the soldier with bad intentions at the door, thinking of the noise in the direction of Changgan, Zhiyuan quickly figured out the key, and Zhang Lihua also recognized Zhiyuan and held his legs and begged hard:

"Save...save me...master..."

Zhang Lihua was extremely frightened and said something unscrupulous. At this moment, she was not the concubine who was flattered by her ministers, but was like a woman about to drown, trying to catch the last straw.

Chen Jae, who was standing beside her, was frightened by the upcoming tragic encounter and could not say a word. She shook like a sieve and tears as big as beans overflowed from her eyes, crossed her beautiful face and fell to the ground.

Several soldiers at the door saw the situation in the yard clearly, saw the two women they were chasing, the bodies lying in the straw shed, and the survivors beside them.

The soldiers hesitated for a while and rushed in: Women are more important than anything else.

After participating in the mutiny, the government will inevitably settle the accounts afterwards. At that time, life will be lost, so now we should have fun in time, spend a few days before death, and taste the taste of a woman well, so it is not in vain to go to this world.

Before they could take a few steps, they were blocked by the monk. The other party clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha, why are you all donors here?"

When the Southern Dynasty worshipped Buddhism, the soldiers believed in Buddhism and were somewhat convinced. Facing this young and polite monk, they couldn't help but return the gift: "This monk, we...we are here to catch people."

Another person quickly added: "Don't you know the mage's name?"

"I am wise to save the dead."

Monks of this era claimed that they used "poor ways" rather than "poor monks". A soldier quickly apologized after hearing this: "Ah... I'm upset, I'm upset."

The other couple were a little anxious. Now it was not the time to greet him. Without further ado, they quickly grabbed the two little ladies to enjoy, otherwise they would not know when they were killed by the government.

Before they could speak, they heard Jiyuan coughing a few times, and then heard the other party's apologetic explanation:

"Dear donors, this deceased died of tuberculosis. Please avoid it."

"Ah?Tutorosis?"

The soldiers were shocked when they heard this. Tuberculosis is a terminal illness and can also be contagious. People who are infected with tuberculosis will cough continuously and die of blood. It's really miserable...

Wait, the mage coughed!

The few people were so scared that their faces were as white as paper, and they didn't even say hello, and immediately turned around and ran out of the yard. Seeing this, Zhiyuan claimed the crime to the Buddha in his heart because he had to lie to save people and violated the "not lie" among the Five Precepts.

The deceased whom he had just saved was not because of tuberculosis, but if he didn't say that, it would not be enough to scare away the soldiers. He could not stop the other party alone and could not protect two weak women.

Zhiyuan first closed the courtyard gate, then sued the survivors, said a few words, and helped Zhang Lihua and another woman get up.

"Thank you... Thank you... Woo woo woo woo..."

Zhang Lihua choked and thanked her. When she saw the pursuers retreat, she cried with joy. Tears washed away the ash on her face, which looked a little ridiculous.

This Master Zhiyuan is the apprentice of Zhiyan, the master Zhiyan. Zhang Lihua has followed Chen Shubao to Lingyao Temple to worship Buddha many times before. She has met Zhiyuan several times and has also talked to him.

Zhiyuan gave her a special feeling, with an extraordinary temperament, and was young, but she was valued by Master Zhizhe. Zhiyuan often travels among the people, performs rituals for the poor and saves the dead.

So it is normal for Zhiyuan to appear in this dilapidated place. Now it was the other party who saved her. Zhang Lihua was filled with mixed feelings and wanted to say something to thank him. But when the words came to her mouth, she couldn't help but sobbed, while Chen Jae, who was standing beside her, covered her mouth and cried.

She has been with her mother since she was a child. She has her mother shielded her from the wind and rain and lived a carefree life. The pursuit just now has scared Chen Jae to the point of collapse. She dared not think about what kind of experience she would have when she fell into the hands of those people.

Zhiyuan looked at Zhang Lihua calmly. The other party's name reminded him of his sister Yang Lihua. The imperial concubine who should have been hiding when she was traveling was in such a situation, probably related to the incidents that occurred in the city.

After becoming a monk in Jiankang, he often traveled to Lifang, saw the various aspects of life with his own eyes, experienced the hard life of the poor, and felt more and more that he was like Sima Zhong, the Emperor Hui of Jin who "why not eat meat minced".

Now that Jiankang is in chaos, Zhiyuan’s first thought is that the people will be affected, and countless families will be destroyed.

He was about to ask what happened, but suddenly he heard footsteps outside the yard again. He thought something was wrong in his heart. He quickly walked to the gate of the yard, but saw the soldiers who had just turned back, so he gritted his teeth to block the door and prevented the other party from entering.

"Master, please get out of here!"

"Donor, why bother to make things difficult for the miserable female donor?"

“Get out of here!”

The leading soldiers were a little furious. They just heard from Master Zhiyuan’s explanation that the deceased in the yard died of tuberculosis. They were afraid that they would get tuberculosis, so they ran away in a hurry. But then they thought, so what?

They participated in the mutiny today and will be beheaded by the government sooner or later, so what if they get tuberculosis? It’s better to have fun in time and talk about it again and again!

However, the wizard blocked the door, making them unable to enter, and wanted to draw their swords, but felt that they would not be able to reincarnate after death, so the soldiers hesitated.

They felt that the yard here was very dilapidated, and they thought that this family was very poor. Since this person was here to do rituals to save the deceased, it was free, so this monk was a good monk.

There are many monks, not all monks deserve the respect of soldiers. Those monks who are entitled to usury are definitely not included, but are willing to do free rituals for poor families and save the dead. They are respected by everyone.

I thought so, but desire also made them feel excited. As long as this Master Zhiyuan did not block the way, they could take the two women away and enjoy them. Now it's not too late, so it's better...

"Master, offended me!"

Several soldiers rushed forward and wanted to forcibly break up Zhiyuan. They didn't believe that so many of them were unable to do anything to a monk who had been vegetarian all day long. However, they could not resist each other. They didn't know whether the mage had the blessing of divine power or had magic.

After struggling for a while, I still couldn't set the mage apart.

The angry soldier waving the wooden stick to threaten, Zhiyuan stared at the other party without changing his face, without any fear.

The soldiers were shocked by Zhiyuan's momentum, as if a mouse saw a cat, and were inexplicably timid, not because they were doing bad things, but because the other party's momentum was amazing.

It seemed that the person in front of them was not a monk but a vassal king.

The majestic feeling made them tremble.

Mingming, Mingming, this monk was only wearing a shabby monk's robe and ripped cloth shoes. He looked similar to the thousands of monks in Jiankang City. Why did he have such amazing momentum?

Zhiyuan suddenly took a step forward, scaring the soldiers so much that they took a few steps back and almost turned around and ran away. But then they thought of the two women in the yard, and they couldn't help but become angry and became angry and brave.

They were born into a destitute military family and were bullied and exploited on weekdays, and no one sympathized with them.

When someone is beaten, no one will help him; when someone is humiliated, everyone is laughing at him. They are military households, even untouchables, and they will always be untouchables, and anyone can bully him. So, why do they have to pity others?

"Master, get out of the way! Otherwise, don't blame me for being so hard-working!"

"Amitabha, the donor is so angry."

"you...."

A soldier held the wooden stick tightly and suddenly raised it to smash it down on Zhiyuan's forehead. At this moment, a loud shout came from beside him: "Stop!!"

The wooden stick stopped in the air. The soldiers turned around and saw a group of people walking quickly towards this side. They recognized that Wu Dou, who was desperate on the battlefield, was a very strong man, and he could reach twenty or thirty people with his brothers.

"What are you doing to bully poor families? You have a good idea to beat dog officials and grab big families!"

Cheng Er, who was following Wu Dou, shouted that he had a scar on his face. Although one of his legs was lame, he still wanted to go to the battlefield, like a mad dog.

"This...there are people in this yard..."

The soldiers who tried to rush into the yard said silly, and Wu Dou snorted: "Why do the poor make things difficult for the poor? You have forgotten the feeling of being bullied? Do you still have to learn from them if you do it?"

Several soldiers wanted to say something, but seeing Wu Dou and his group were numerous, with blood on their bodies and murderous intent, they ran out in shame.

Wu Dou came to Zhiyuan, first looked at it, then saluted and said, "It turned out to be a wizard. Wu was so grateful to me that day. We are so ruthless and offended. Please forgive me."

Zhiyuan looked at Wu Dou, remembered a certain day and replied, "So it's Donor Wu, what's this?"

Wu Dou did not look at the situation in the yard and did not intend to rush in and rob the woman. He did not want to harm the people like the dog official. He could not control others, but he could never do that. He sincerely advised the other party:

"Master, now that the city is in chaos, please don't walk around."

"Master Wu, the people are already poor, so don't add fuel to the fire."

"What the master said...ah, who would be a human being? Who would be a dog? Don't know the title of a master?"

"I'm wise."

"Master Zhiyuan, please don't go out, others may not be as easy as Wu."

Wu Dou smiled bitterly. He didn't know how to answer the other party's previous request. Everyone was suffering, but the dog officials were too forced. If they didn't make trouble, they could only wait for death. Once the resentment accumulated by the soldiers over the years broke out, no one could control the development of the situation.

The team that started the business today was not in charge. He didn't know if there was a mastermind behind the scenes. He was only prepared to start the business today and could not control others.

The soldiers gathered around him now have some basic limits. They don’t want to plunder people, kill dog officials, eat big families, and never make things difficult for the common people.

There must be a limit on being a human being. You must not be bitten by a dog. You have to bite people like a dog. He only wants to settle accounts with the dog officials and try not to harm innocent people. Therefore, he brought the gathered soldiers to this area to stop burning, killing, looting and looting of the people.

I didn't expect to meet this Master Zhiyuan who did good deeds.

Wu Dou took out a small cloth bag from his arms and handed it to Zhiyuan: "Master, I have no choice but to repay my brothers that day. I finally saved some copper coins. It was very clean and it was not stolen. Please accept it."

In the courtyard, Chen Yao held Zhang Lihua's hand tightly and still shook. Although there was a dead person lying beside her, what she was afraid of was the group of people outside the courtyard. If these people were caught, she would not have a good end.

She didn't have the courage to commit suicide, so she could only rely on Concubine Zhang, and that monk... or a mage?

Zhang Lihua forced herself to calm down at this time, but she was still uneasy. She only hoped that Zhiyuan could persuade the soldiers outside to withdraw because she did not have the courage to commit suicide. Once the other party rushed in, she would not have the courage to gossip.

Just as he was nervous, he heard footsteps. Zhang Lihua thought the soldiers were coming in, so she was so scared that her legs trembled. She supported each other with Chen Xiao, who was also trembling, so she did not fall to the ground. As a result, the soldiers walked outwards.

Zhiyuan moved into the hospital and closed the gate. He first said something to the panicked survivors to stabilize their emotions. Then he walked to Zhang Lihua and said softly: "Your Highness, you're fine."

After hearing these words, Zhang Lihua and Chen Zai cried again with joy, almost kneeling down to express gratitude. They were supported by Zhiyuan with his hands, and the two were gasping for breath. It took them a long time to gradually stabilize their emotions.

Zhiyuan looked southeast, where there was more and more smoke, so he asked in a low voice: "Your Highness, what are your plans?"

Zhang Lihua regained some sanity, thought for a while and said, "The official family will definitely send troops to Waguan Temple, so..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of horns coming from the direction of the Zen Ling Bridge. When Zhang Lihua heard the sound, she couldn't help but feel excited: "It's the official army, the soldiers sent by the official are here!!"

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To be continued...