The crying sounds in the square gradually disappeared, Yuanhui wiped her tears, picked up the dead old monk, and walked out of the Buddha Hand Square without looking at the two old monks standing beside her.

"Stop!" One of the serious-looking old monks said in a deep voice: "If you want to leave, just leave, but keep Junior Brother Huixuan."

The one who spoke was the first wood burning in the precepts hall.

But Yuanhui ignored him and he continued to move forward.

Ran Mu showed anger on his face and wanted to take action, but another old monk beside him sighed and said, "Junior Brother Huixuan regards the Great Buddha Temple as his home. I think he also hopes to be buried in the Great Buddha Temple after he dies. Is it really good for you to take him away like this?"

This is the first seat of the Prajna Hall to burn the mercy.

Yuanhui trembled all over. He turned around and looked at the heads of the two Great Buddha Temples. He looked at the bloody mouth and nose. The poor old man who died, whose always gloomy face became a little ferocious. "He takes this place as the head, but how did you force him to death?"

Both Ranmu and Ranbei were silent. They were indeed responsible for Huixuan's death. Junior Brother Huixuan has always been kind-hearted and devoted himself to practicing Buddhism. He should not have left the things he had done back then.

Yuanhui looked down at the dead master. He didn't want to leave his master here, but he knew that even if the Great Buddha Temple did this to his master, the master would definitely be willing to stay here.

He was sad and put his master on the ground.

He looked at Lanmu and Lanmo, remembered the master who had just died, and the dead junior brothers of Yuanhua, and the anger that had been suppressing erupted, "Om Mani Pame Hum, who is Monkey King!"

He left with a desolate and crazy smile.

Burn Mu was so angry that his whole body trembled, and he wanted to take action to keep Yuanhui behind.

Just shook the robe of the broad monk and shook his head.

Ranmu glared at Ranmo who stopped him, "Senior brother, he insulted..."

"Amitabha, have you forgotten Junior Brother Huixuan's last wish?" Ran sighed and said.

Ranmu was silent and had no intention of taking action. Huixuan's only last wish was to hope that they would not make things difficult for Yuanhui.

Otherwise, Yuanhui, a small junior, would they allow him to be so arrogant?

"Is it appropriate to just let him go?" Ranmu said in a deep voice: "He knows this."

"What's wrong with that?" Ran said sadly: "Junior Brother Huixuan will not betray the Great Buddha Temple. He will not know what he should know, so let him go."

Ranmu understood, even if Yuanhui knew about this, so what if he didn't know which disciples were in the Xiaofo Temple, the impact would not be too great.

At most, I just went out to slander the Great Buddha Temple, nodded, and endured it.

But they didn't expect that the consequences of letting this monk named Yuanhui were even more terrifying than the traitor they used to have.

From then on, an angry crazy monk appeared in the territory of the Great Buddha Temple. He wandered among the countryside. He insulted the Great Buddha Temple with vicious words and was almost beaten to death by believers. But every time he survived, gradually, people discovered that a group of people gathered around the angry crazy monk, and these people also followed the crazy monk to scold the Great Buddha Temple.

Anger is like a contagious plague. Once a spark burns, it will gradually become a prairie fire and will never be stopped.

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...

Spring has entered its final stage, but the weather in Jingdu is still warm and cool.

Baozifang is one of the granaries of Jingdu, and the streets here are rice shops.

The rice shop here is aimed at the people in the middle and lower classes of Jingdu. The profit is not high, but the advantage is that they have small profits but quick turnover.

Because of the large sales volume, truckloads of grain will be pulled to the rice shop every day to unload, which requires a lot of coolies to do such a job.

The coolies were tall and strong, with a strong figure as naked as brass, and carried bags of rice from the wooden truck into the warehouse in the store, becoming the most common unloading scene in rice shops.

Chenji rice shop occupies a street, and all the rice shops on the street belong to it. They are the top rice shops in the bun shop. The prosperous business Chenji rice shop unloads a large amount of goods every day and gives a lot of wages. It is the most popular among the workers.

But Chen Ji Mi Xing also has high requirements for coolies, and coolies with poor physical strength cannot be selected by Mi Xing.

Chen Ji Rice Street's coolies were taller and stronger than those of other rice streets. These tall and strong coolies were sweating profusely. Two or three bags of rice were placed on their backs and carried them into the warehouse.

Among a group of tall and strong coolies, there was a man who always stood out from the crowd. He was a head taller than those coolies, and his face was covered with a halberd-like beard.

When working, he was taciturn and could carry four or five bags of rice into the warehouse every time.

He is Lao Yan.

The coolies all admire Lao Yan very much, not only because Lao Yan is good at working, but also because Lao Yan is very righteous and often lends the wages he earns to some hard-earned coolies.

Even if the coolies may not be able to pay back the money, Lao Yan never urged anyone to pay back the money. If anyone has something to do, he will try his best to help anyone who can help.

The coolies only knew that Lao Yan was not a native of Jingdu, and he came from another place.

But no one knows where they come from.

Lao Yan came to Jingdu alone and became a small coolie in Mixing.

After unloading a truckload of rice, the coolies were able to stand next to the store to rest.

Lao Yan wiped the sweat from his face with his hands, and his eyes, which were as beautiful as an eagle, looked up slightly.

The clouds are light and the sky is high.

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...

After trying many times, the unwilling princes finally calmed down the invitation to Zhou Fan, the Lord of Hanbei, and never sent any invitations to disturb Zhou Fan.

Of course, Zhou Fan didn't care about this little thing. He focused on the two things about the old Chaos Demon Art and the suppression of theft in Hanbei Road.

He was able to formulate a plan to eliminate the snow thieves, relying on the believers of Xiao Kun Daxian Sect.

Warriors often walk around the wild. No matter how well the Thirteen Great Thieves hide, they will leave certain traces.

It is not said that all warriors are believers of Xiao Kun Daxian Sect, but believers of Xiao Kun Daxian Sect are mixed in the world of warriors. The news is even more informative than the Yiluansi cunning officers, and the number of people is advantageous...

Zhou Fan wanted to know the whereabouts of the Thirteen Great Thieves, so he just needed to issue an oracle. Every day, countless believers would pray to Xiao Kun and Daxian to gather clues.

After the divine nature dealt with these clues, even if the whereabouts of the Thirteen Thieves were uncertain, they would change their nests every once in a while, and their whereabouts were also well known to Zhou Fan.

As long as the whereabouts of these snow thieves can be confirmed and then concentrated their efforts to wipe them out one by one, it will not be difficult.

With the support of Zhou Fan from Hanbei Road, a vigorous anti-theft operation has been launched.

Of course, he, the Lord of Hanbei, also knew in his heart that the snow thieves were endless. Even if they destroyed all the thirteen thieves, there would be a new thirteen thieves.
Chapter completed!