C16 Daoyin went back to the village to take in the orphan girls

The monk Daoyin, after getting the Emperor Sword from Bai Ya, returned to the temple where he was staying at. After resting for a few hours, he went to the abbot to bid his farewells, took out his horse and headed towards the north.

Today, was the tenth day of the seventh month, three days away from the day Old Mo opened his sword. Similarly, three days away from the day the villa was slaughtered. However, there was no news from within the mountains. Today, some of Fang family members came to the manor to find out and inform the government.

As for the Daoyin Monk, he arrived at Yi Zhou City in the late of the day. He found an inn and planned to rest for the night before heading to Beiping City tomorrow. He ordered the waiter to prepare some fast food and sat down alone to wait. He saw two people who had nothing better to do drinking wine at the side. One of them said to the other, "Have you heard? Liu Jiazhuang has been killed! "

"Oh, which Liu Jiazhuang?"

"Who else could it be? It's the villa that Sword Crafting Immortal Mo was at a few days ago!" The entire village along with Old Mo's entire family have been killed, not a single person in the village is left alive. "

"How did you know?"

"My cousin is a government official in the yamen. This afternoon, someone came to inform the government that they will go and check tomorrow. I wonder who did this Old Mo offend?" This caused a calamity to befall the entire village. "Sigh!"

When the monk heard this, he could no longer sit still. He hastily took out a silver ingot from his bosom and placed it on the table. Then, he walked out the door, took the horse out of the stable and hurriedly left the city.

At this time, a layer of dark clouds slowly accumulated in the sky. They greedily devoured the sunlight, as if they were about to cover the entire sky, not leaving any light for the old city. The pedestrians on the street gradually dispersed, and the hawkers also began to hastily tidy up the place.

The Daoyin monk spurred his horse, the horse roared in pain and galloped towards Liu Jiazhuang's direction. Lightning flashed in the sky from time to time, accompanied by a few claps of thunder.

An hour later, Daoyin arrived inside the Villa. He was leading the horse forward and even though the sky was currently shrouded by dark clouds, it was fortunate that it wasn't too late, as he was barely able to see the current state of the Villa.

The streets of the villa had long since turned red, and the blood had already dried. It was completely dyed in the ground, and all the houses in the entire village had long since been burnt down by the fire. He walked into a few courtyards, but he could only find a few blackened corpses.

Not long after, he arrived at Old Mo's house. The Old Mo also left behind a broken wall and ruins. He walked into the broken house and rummaged through the corpses, but they were already unrecognizable. However, he knew that Elder Mo should be dead already. He pondered for a moment, who would be the culprit behind this? Could it be the prince? No, that shouldn't be the case. Although the prince had an ambitious mind, he was also a benevolent and righteous person. He definitely could not do such a ridiculous thing. He shook his head and chanted the Buddhist prayer: "Amitabha! Excellent! "Awesome!"

He arrived at the courtyard and took out a string of buddhist beads from his body, then sat down on the ground. He wanted to recite a passage of the Book of Rebirth, surpassing the limits of his soul.

Just at this moment, the sounds of a girl crying could be heard from within the villa. After a few moments, it stopped. The monk quickly stood up. Could it be that there were still people living in the village? He quickly went in search of the direction of the sound.

In the time it took to make a cup of tea, he arrived at a courtyard that was slightly larger than the rest. It was the old elder's courtyard. After arriving at the courtyard, he didn't discover anything, so he walked into the house.

As he walked into the room, he saw a seven or eight year old girl lying on top of a charred corpse. She was wearing only a green undergarment with her hair loose and her body covered in dirt.

"Amitabha, good! "Awesome!"

He hurriedly took two steps forward and reached out his hand to flip the little girl over. He extended his finger and placed it under her small nose. He nodded his head, and his breath was still there. He used his left hand to gently pick up the girl's small hand. Then, he placed his right hand's fingers on the girl's wrist. Not long after, he also nodded his head. He discovered that the lady's body was fine, but her heart was still weak. She must have suffered from the shock and the shock of her family members leaving. At this time, he took out an exquisite small bottle carved from jade from his chest, opened the stopper, and took out a pill. He gently opened the little girl's mouth and placed it in her mouth, then gently pinched her chin so that she could swallow it.

He chanted the Buddhist prayer: "Amitabha! Forget it, forget it. This pill should be able to help you forget it. " With that, the monk circulated his zhen qi as he extended his left index finger and pressed it on her acupoint, injecting the Yin Ability Scripture into it to help it dissolve the medicinal efficacy. It was only then that the monk felt at ease and walked out of the house. He grabbed a robe from the horse and wrapped the little girl in it, then carried her out of the house and mounted the horse and left. At this time, Xiao Yu had already started to get up, raindrops were already dripping on the ground, causing the blood to splash out.

On the night of the seventh of July, miserable cries rang out and the old elder's family was awakened. The old elder thought for a moment and knew something was going to happen, so he quickly ordered his son to hide his only granddaughter in his own cellar and warned her not to come out no matter what happened outside. The little girl was curled up in the cellar. She raised her head and looked at her father. His father also looked at her and then disappeared. A stone slab covered this small sky. The cellar was pitch black. His father had covered it with firewood. After a while, a few screams came from above and the girl covered her ears in fear. The night passed quickly, and the girl didn't dare to sleep. She didn't know what time it was outside, she only knew that sometimes she could see a little light. She only knew that all the sounds gradually disappeared until there was no sound at all. The girl wanted to cry, but she did not dare to cry. She was afraid of provoking something terrifying, and she wanted to go out to look for her father, but then she thought of her father's words.

When she was hungry, she ate a mouthful of the sweet potato in the cellar. When she was thirsty, she would drink a mouthful of the wine in the cellar. Four days and four nights later, she was sitting in the cellar. Only when she was really sleepy did she fall asleep for a while. Only after a few days did she hear a few muffled thunders. It was likely that it would rain soon.

Only then did he crawl out and walk into the house. When he saw the corpse of his family, he cried bitterly and fainted.

Only then did the Daoyin Monk come over and saved her.