The autumn wind is cold, and five thousand iron cavalry set out south while the night is shining. The geese are falling silently wherever they pass.

On the other side, Luo Binwang also arrived in Anyang City seven days ago.

Anyang City seemed to be shrouded in a layer of haze, and everything was peaceful.

The government is delaying its business, and the men, women, young and old on the street seem to have lost their souls. When they meet a few more normal people, they are also old customers in gambling shops and brothels.

"The Buddhism here is so prosperous, it seems a bit abnormal. There are so many Buddhist temples in Jiangnan, and I haven't seen such a devout believer?" Luo Binwang frowned and walked on the street and thought to himself.

Chinese believers are selfish people. They will go to believe what is useful to themselves, and ignore what is useless to themselves. Buddhism advocates believers to be good, but they only remember to put down their butcher knife and become a Buddha. Being a Buddha is just a metaphor, not a Buddhist karma.

He remembered that in Xingyun Temple in Yiwu, the incense was as prosperous as the temples in Anyang, but at least 50% of the believers inside were fake believers, which means that although they burned incense and worshiped Buddha, they were just... worshipped.

How could it be like...

"Master, it's so difficult for fools. My family is unlucky. Poor children are now in a high fever. I'm worried that the master will use magic tricks to save my child." A bride cried.

She was holding a baby about one year old in her arms.

The bride was beautiful and had a beautiful look. Her crying made her feel a little weaker, making people unable to help but take care of her.

"I'm sorry for him." The master's ring scar shone brightly in the sun, as if he had been enlightened. He lowered his head and his pair of good eyebrows fell to his earlobes.

"Come with me." He led the bride to the wooden house on the street.

"No matter how much money, as long as I can save my son, I will be willing to do so."

"It's okay, you relax first. I will cast a spell to save him. Be good, don't resist. If you resist again, your son may die in the Yellow Spring and will never be reborn."

"Really? But this...is not in line with etiquette?" She was a little scared.

A low talk included crying and appointments, as well as humanitarian chaos, and the sound of taking off clothes was followed.

The sound of gasping between men and women was filled with ears, and Luo Binwang felt a sense of depression in his chest. He gritted his teeth and prepared to leave. He was looking for his mentor, but he had no time to care about this idiot.

But after walking for a long time, I still couldn't step out.

"Who is not young and impulsive, when Ren Xia?" He shook his head and said to himself. A force surged out of his thin body, and he kicked the wooden door with one kick.

Monk, woman, the two were entangled, the master's eyes were filled with excitement, which was greed and slaughter, while the bride's pretty face was covered with tears, drop by drop.

The baby is crying.

He did not know that his mother was being defiled, and in his name.

The weak body could only cry out loud.

"The world is bright and bright... You are ashamed to be a monk, bullying an orphan and widowed mother here!" Luo Binwang recited a few words according to his chivalrous and righteous opening remarks in his memory, and suddenly felt justice.

The master half-covered the cassock to cover up the ugly things. He had a kind and kind smile on his face and clasped his hands to salute, "What's the matter with this little master? I am saving people now and can't tolerate any carelessness. What if the child is sick and dies? Could it be...you care?"

The hypocritical face showed a grim smile, particularly hideous.

"Little brother, if you kill your youngest son, I will definitely not let you go." The bride echoed.

She took the initiative to take off her clothes, her body with white jade, her beautiful jade rabbit, her pretty snow, her two love beans trembled, one with saliva, moist, full of infinite temptation and imagination.

The demons dance! There is no distinction between right and wrong!

Luo Binwang looked at Anyang. It was Ye City hundreds of years ago. It was the capital of Cao Wei. It should have been like Jingluo. Etiquette was prevalent, but he was disappointed.

"Put your clothes, I have a way to save your child. Isn't it just a high fever?" Luo Binwang advised. He came from Chang'an and also prepared penicillin medicines.

"This baby has reached such a level, how can I be treated?" The master snorted coldly. He looked down at the bride and sighed: "I have lost three years of practice this time to save your child, but you...

This is this, this is it better not to save it!"

After saying that, he was really ready to walk away.

The street market was surrounded by people watching operas, including the woman's husband. He looked honest and saw this behavior, he immediately knelt down and hugged the master's thigh, begging him to save his son.

Chastity is not worth mentioning in front of human life.

"Please ask the master to treat all the people." The old woman begged, the middle-aged man begged, and the child begged.

"I have learned this by foolish people." Luo Binwang laughed at himself, feeling that his dog was meddling with other people's business. He secretly took out penicillin pills from his arms and fed the baby a piece, and then walked out of the wooden house without looking back.

The people cannot be saved, so they can only kill them with swords.

He looked down at the sword hanging around his waist and couldn't help but clasp it tightly.

But the children are indeed innocent.

Luo Binwang now understands why the Supreme Emperor has been committed to enlightening people's wisdom. It turns out that ignorance can really make people ignore right and wrong, and ignorance is really too terrifying.

He waited in the street for a while, and about a cup of tea, the old monk went out after finishing his work. The man helped to tie his belt, his face full of spring breeze, and he felt very comfortable.

The old monk walked towards the street where Luo Binwang was.

Steps are neither slow nor slow.

Sharp!

The head fell to the ground.

Luo Binwang calmly wiped the blood stuck on his face with a brocade plaster, and then wiped the sword, which was as new as a new one.

The crowd was silent and dared not look directly at it.

"Young man is awake, thank you master." The bride knelt on the ground and thanked the old monk who had left far away.

"I have a sword called Shuanghan, and the sword becomes Shuanghan's nineteen states. This is the first time I have seen blood." Luo Binwang shook his head and looked into the distance.

He slashed it with one sword.

Although he was born in the Jiangnan water town where he still sang Houtinghua, the southerners may not be weak!

I agreed to meet them to deliver the goods tonight, but I don’t know if I can meet as soon as possible.

As the night quietly approaches, everything is quiet.

Inn.

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

Three consecutive tones.

"Who, please come in?" Luo Binwang narrowed his eyes slightly, half lying on the Grand Master's chair, holding half a volume of poetry and books in his hand.

"But Luo Binwang?" Wang Er asked tentatively.

Luo Binwang nodded.

Wang Er looked a little excited, and his eyes signaled the two of them to walk over quietly, then knocked Luo Binwang out of the wood stick, then put it in a sack, and then carried it on his body.

"The Taoist priest said, this transaction is bad and the transaction is unsuccessful. Please check what this kid has left in the inn and take it away. Can't he miss anything?"

"Work hard! Work hard! Get rich! Get rich!" Two black-faced men stamped their feet together.

But she didn't know that the old monk who had just been kind to her was dead.
Chapter completed!