Price?

 What else can I pay?

 The little monk is about to cry.

 His body collapsed on the ground and he tried hard to hold himself up, but he felt so weak.

It seems that except for what Xu Xiaoshou said just now, taking off all the clothes and throwing them out to feed the dogs, it is difficult to find any other so-called "costs", right?

 “Xu Xiaoshou!”

Mu Zixi finally couldn’t stand it anymore, “How can you bully someone? He’s just a child!”

"Bully?"

Xu Xiaoshou was amused, "Junior sister, can you wake up? Senior brother, I am standing up for you."

"Can……"

Mu Zixi hesitated for a moment.

　　That’s right!

　　I am being hunted for no reason. Isn't it just what I dream of having such a senior brother to help me out?

But……

 Seeing this little monk being completely defeated step by step from his words to his heart under Xu Xiaoshou's eyes, in the end even the remaining treasures on his body were taken away.

If I hadn’t spoken out to stop him, wouldn’t this monk have even his skin left in the end?

 “This one has gone too far...”

 The little girl murmured.

 The little monk is so miserable.

Even if she is actually a victim, she can't help but feel sympathy at this moment.

 “How about forget it?”

“He’s already a young man...” Mu Zixi pointed to the young monk on the ground and said timidly.

 “Yeah, yeah.” Bu Le nodded desperately.

At this time, he looked at the female benefactor whom he thought was a devil, and his eyes were kind.

 “What kind of son can he be?”

Xu Xiaoshou rolled his eyes: "There are many people who have broken arms and legs. They also have two eyes and one nose, and the whole person is intact. You are good at it. You make it sound as if I have done something inhumane."

 Unhappy: “……”

 Mu Zixi: “……”

 Everyone present was speechless.

 This Xu Xiaoshou...

 It is true that you did not do any actual harm.

But after all his words and deeds, didn’t you see that the young monk’s entire soul was scarred with holes?

 "The magic wand of hell, the Buddha-cutting knife..."

Yu Zhiwen murmured.

Her attention was not on these small details at all, but after thinking for a while, she asked in surprise: "Are you a disciple of the Buddhist Sect of the Western Regions?"

 “Uh…right.” Bu Le hesitated and turned to look.

He has noticed this beautiful big sister for a long time.

 But there was no conversation between the two parties at that time, and he couldn't speak, so he didn't know the origin of this eldest sister... er, the female donor.

 But it seemed that Xu Xiaoshou was unmoved after his remarks.

 Look at this female donor.

 Among the people present, is this the only one who recognizes his identity?

 “I have a grudge against the Buddha…”

Yu Zhiwen muttered again, frowned and asked: "If the Buddha has resentment, the prison will be full, and the sky without tears in Beihuai will be hurt... Is the master you are talking about the 'Resentment Buddha' correct?"

 “Yeah, yeah.” The little monk Bu Le nodded vigorously.

Very good!

 There is help now!

 Finally an acquaintance knows the origin of Master!

 He said in surprise: "Do you know my master?"

“I know him, but it is impossible for him to know me.” Yu Zhiwen smiled and said, “I just heard the legend of ‘Resent to the Buddha’.”

 “Like this…” The little monk’s eyes suddenly dimmed.

right.

 Master has been gone for so many years.

This female donor is so young, how could she really know her!

 I am really... whimsical.

"What riddles are you playing?" Xu Xiaoshou looked over curiously, "What are these sentences talking about?"

Yu Zhiwen smiled lightly: "Haven't you heard of it? The legend of the ten thrones in the Central Realm."

 “Ten seats?”

 Xu Xiaoshou was startled.

He has indeed heard of this title.

If I remember correctly, it seems that the Eighth Sword Immortal is also among them?

“So, does this have something to do with those…what the hell are you talking about?” Xu Xiaoshou raised an eyebrow.

"certainly."

Yu Zhiwen said: "Perhaps the most widely spread in the Eastern Region is the legend of the Eighth Sword Immortal."

“But the fight for the ten thrones in the Central Realm back then was really bloody.”

 “As for his master...”

Yu Zhiwen pointed at the young monk and said: "The gold content of his master's ten thrones is almost the highest in history. Almost all the powerful men in the five regions of the mainland have mobilized just to compete for those ten supreme thrones."

“The poem I mentioned is just a short password given by the bards who did good deeds in those days, arranged according to their ten names.”

“Who are they?” Xu Xiaoshou immediately became interested.

Yu Zhiwen breathed a sigh of relief, with a look of fascination in his eyes, and softly chanted:

 “Quilei Han, the Eight Masters, the gods and ghosts are unpredictable in the sky.”

 “There is no moon, my daughter is fragrant, I will break through the world of mortals and fight against ghosts.”

“If the Buddha has resentment, his prison will be full, and if there is no tears in the North Sophora japonica, the sky will be hurt.”

 “The moon is drunk and filled with hatred, half loving the common people and half being cold!”

She tilted her head and said with a smile, "Is it easy to remember?"

 “This is really easy to remember...”

 Xu Xiaoshou echoed unconsciously and was slightly stunned.

 In just a few words, he not only heard several familiar names.

Even in this few words, one can slightly appreciate the splendor of that era when geniuses emerged in large numbers, as well as the clang of the sword and the shadow.

This bard's singing skills are too good!

“Ten seats, ten people?” he asked.

“Yes.” Yu Zhiwen nodded, “In one word, one person.”

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　.

 Xu Xiaoshou finally fully understood the origin of this little monk.

 Have you any grudge against the Buddha?

 If the Buddha has any resentment, how should the hell be filled?

 He looked at the little monk who had collapsed on the ground in disbelief.

 This guy has such a great background?

 The Eighth Sword Immortal is also one of the ten thrones.
To be continued...