At that moment, when he came to me, he saw the blood all over his body, and his heart was grateful and inevitably afraid. Then she saw the warm smile and the smooth head, but she suddenly wanted to laugh. I can't smile bitterly, this word is extremely appropriate.

This is the last memory of the girl who had no relatives and no reason, and followed the empty enlightenment on the road.

Seeing the fear in the eyes of several women, Kongwu was stunned for a moment, looked at his monk's robe, touched his bare head, and immediately reacted. Also, even if he is the most courageous, as long as he has not experienced this kind of scene, he, the savior, will be instinctively and subconsciously identified as a demon by emotions such as fear.

Demon? Kongwu doesn't care what others think of him, because this help is just a gesture. In the eyes of some people, he is indeed a demon, and his slick skull will not stop him from killing.

Taking a step back, Kongwu didn't say much, giving a little time for these women to have a buffer time psychologically. He looked at the corpses all over the ground, walked over, and began to grope for them.

Being a monk is hard, just as in the current empire, religion is not flourishing, and those monks also have their own professions, exchanging their hands for a source of life. The same is true in this era, Buddhism was introduced to the land of China, but it did not flourish, and there were not many areas where it spread, let alone let those ordinary people know who you are and go to give alms to eat such a mouthful of food.

Taoism is similar, but because it is a local religion, it can have a sufficient foundation and many followers. However, the current Taoism is not called Taoism, the near one has the Taiping Dao, and the far one is the Wudou Mi Sect in Hanzhong, which are the predecessors of Taoism.

Those Taoist priests, there is no such Taoist title, more are heavenly masters, monks and the like. It's just that because the alchemist is one of the many professions that players can choose from when entering the game, even if Taoism does not have a truly complete structure, there are a huge number of these invisible Taoists. At the same time, because of the law of the seal, it is easier for these monks to obtain the convenience of the general government among the people.

As for the emptiness of oneself? His profession as a monk is probably a hidden profession in the game, right? At least, not just any player who wants to be able to do it, because it's not easy to find a temple. Why did he become this monk? In fact, emptiness is also a stomach of bitter water, in reality, he has contact with Buddhism, it does not mean that he is willing to become a monk! The ghost knows why, and the system directly put him into the White Horse Temple in Luoyang and became a small novice inside.

What? Merit? What is the point where monks and Taoists can be compared? Kongwu can only tell you very melancholy, probably this bald head, but it is not a light bulb in reality, otherwise with this hand, he will not sleep in this broken temple for a few days.

Food and clothing all depend on your hands, and all the ways to obtain them are with your own hands, the so-called fate, and Kongwu doesn't bother to use it at all. Why should he get what he was able to get with his hands from others in this way? And it is in the case of such abundance.

He had no resistance to touching the corpses at all, especially on the premise that the predecessors of these corpses were all damned people. These are all money, and when he is rich, his noodle bowl is no longer just a light noodle soup, but also a variety of ingredients!

Kongwu was a little excited, and the faster he groped, in a short period of time, there was already a lot of baggage behind him, and from the edge of the baggage, a lot of gold and silver jewelry was revealed.

It can be seen how rich the harvest of these bandits is, but it is a pity that they met the empty enlightenment, and all of them died, and these harvests became the harvest of the empty enlightenment. This is actually a very sad thing to say, if the bandit boss can choose again, he is afraid that he will not even set foot in this ruined temple.

It's a pity that there has never been an if, and no one in this world can have the opportunity to choose again.

This is the truth that Kongwu has known since the beginning of the game, if he still wants to play, he can only be an honest monk, and there is no chance to choose again. Kongwu doesn't want to choose anymore, being a monk is actually good, he should eat and drink, and he is actually no different from ordinary people.

Many choices are actually in their own hands, and those who can choose are very happy, at least they still have the opportunity to choose. Some people don't even have a chance to choose, such as the ordinary people who died at the hands of the bandits, such as these women in the ruined temple, they (they) originally had many choices. It's just that when these bandits choose to attack them, they have no choice.

The corpse in the eyes, the blood, in the eyes of the empty enlightenment, is really too ordinary things. Buddhism is not allowed to kill, that's for other people who believe in it, for emptiness, he is a Buddha, he can do whatever he wants.

Since these bandits chose to become a bandit, they chose to let others have no choice, and they chose to step into the ruined temple and come to him. From that moment on, in the eyes of the void, they had no choice but to die.

Stepping in a pool of blood, his back suddenly had an inexplicable sense of holiness in the eyes of those women. It's just that the owner of this holy back bent down again and again, bowed his head to pick up something, and this holy trace was suddenly broken.

"Whew." Kongwu threw down the burden in his hand and threw it into the small pile of baggage, and nodded with satisfaction.

This money is enough for him to squander for a while, as for returning it to their owners, what the hell is that? Their owners are dead, or they can't be found, and even if he wants to return them, there is nowhere to return them.

Kongwu sat back in his original sitting position by the campfire, crossed his legs, looked at the women who were cowering aside, still at a loss, and said, "Come here, it's cold at night." ”

A woman's body shuddered and gave a cautious glance at Sorago as if she were facing a tiger. No, even if it is a tiger, it is not a tenth of his terrible, at least the tiger can't kill so many bandits so easily.

A girl with a delicate face and a resolute look in her eyes that was different from other women got up and slowly walked in front of Kongwu. No matter how terrible Kongwu was, at least until now, there was nothing other than killing those evil bandits, and there was nothing other than to do anything against them.

It's not terrible... Really, not scary...

Thinking like this, the girl's body still couldn't stop trembling, and when her eyes met the eyes of the sky above, like a frightened rabbit, she quickly lowered her head. In those eyes, it was as if there was a deep lake hidden, and if she looked at it a few more times, her soul would be sucked in.

"Thanks... Thanks..."Intermittently, the girl said the word thank you. I don't know why, the tears that seemed to have dried up before flowed out of my eyes at this moment.

The perseverance that supported her in front of Kongwu, the courage that supported her to keep struggling along the way, her clothes became tattered and dirty, and even the redness and swelling marks left by the beatings in several parts of her body did not make her stop her tears. Little by little, instead of wiping away the pain and sorrow, it became more and more acute.

"Thank you!" She raised her head and repeated it loudly, her teeth clenching her lower lip tightly, and blood seeping out where her lips and teeth touched.

She has nothing left, familiar relatives, familiar friends. It was such an ordinary day, one night, but suddenly, in this time period, she lost everything.

"Why cry? At least you're alive, aren't you? Kongwu said. Lowering his head, he looked at the girl's tears, which fell to the ground drop by drop, splashing obvious wet marks in the dirt.

"But I don't want to live like this!" The girl screamed, hysterical. This kind of life, there is nothing, and if you are so lonely and lonely, what kind of life is that?

The women in the back, hearing the girl's words, couldn't help but think of what happened to them, and began to cry again. They survived, but they lost everything, even if there were still relatives and friends, but the death of their dearest relatives was undoubtedly equal to the destruction of everything.

"That's right." Emptiness can't empathize, and there are some things that you can't experience when you see them.

He could feel the sorrow, the pain, the sorrow, the pain of the women. But it's just feelings, he can't really substitute for them, and any words are extremely pale at this time.

Whatever you say, it's useless. Can you bring the dead back to life?

No, then shut up.

Even the Buddha could not resurrect the dead, and even if good and evil were rewarded, it could not do it. But there are so many words, it can't keep its mouth shut, and it keeps babbling, and those are all useless.

Sora was silent, and he closed his mouth. He could easily kill people, kill these bandits, and he couldn't revive the people who died under their hands. If he had a choice, he knew that if he let these women choose, they would rather that these bandits had never arrived, and that their relatives were fine.

Death is actually very simple, and living is one of the biggest difficulties. Especially when, in front of life, add two words, the more difficult it becomes.

Live well, how easy is it for these lonely and widowed women? There is great malice in the world for women, no matter where they are.

Sigh, there is a sense of powerlessness in the emptiness, this proposition is still not a solution to a highly civilized period like the Empire. If it weren't for the super-system of regulation and the efficient operation of the empire's violent apparatus, the rights and interests of many women would still not be guaranteed, let alone in this period.

"You guys, you should have some relatives and friends, right?" Sora asked.

"Come and warm up by the campfire, do you think I look like some kind of bad person?" Kongwu added that the current posture of these women did not make him feel any disgust.

Knowing that he reciprocated, he just did it and didn't care what he was paid. Although he eats meat, he is not a flower monk, don't say anything to promise him! What's more, this kind of defensive psychology is an excellent thing in the eyes of Kongwu, at least with the help of many people, and it may not be necessary to have some hidden purpose. Thinking of the white water noodles he had just eaten, Kongwu began to frown again, don't look at the thief next to him now, but unfortunately, he is also such a good money boy.

I looked at Kongwu again, and the women in the distance moved over. The warmth next to the bonfire made their trembling bodies gradually calm down.

"Live well, at least you're alive, aren't you?" Sora pulled out a thick branch from beside him, stirred the charcoal fire burning in the campfire, made it burn more violently, and added some new firewood to it.

"For the sake of the dead to live, they don't want to, you die for them, right?"

Help people to the end and send the Buddha to the west. Sora never refuses to help others in this way, as long as he decides to help, he will do it to the best of his ability. He not only wants to settle these women well, but also so that they can have a way to survive and have their own shelter.

Because after doing that, he won't help anymore. There is no one who can help anyone for a lifetime, right? Even he, he didn't have such a day of boiling noodles in white water in a broken temple, how could he help anyone? As for money, the money around him is ill-gotten gains, and he will spend it where it should be used.

Otherwise, there would have been enough bandits and bandits encountered by Kongwu along the way, and he would not have ended up in this miserable state. It is because all that money is used by him where it should be used, and on the people who should use it.

How much can be done, just do it now, Kongwu knows that his time is running out. He went west, measuring his westward steps and his death.

At that time, there should be no need to be this monk anymore. In this case, he will also go as his monk before that day comes.

For many people, in the game, it is undoubtedly bitter to have to restrain themselves like this. But isn't there a lot of suffering in the world? It's just that the distinction is in your eyes, and it's in his eyes. For Kongwu, this is not bitter, but sweet.

Some choices, as simple as that, are decided, and they will not be changed. What he wants to do, if he doesn't do it himself, others will do it, not without it. But he only cares, and he just does it.

(End of chapter)