The bonfire is not very big.

A pile of dead branches were burning, the flame was about half a foot high, with a wooden stand on it, and a pottery kettle hanging down, as if it was cooking food.

There was a gurgling sound in the pottery.

Several monks were sitting around the bonfire, closing their eyes and chanting scriptures.

Hearing the sound, one of the monks turned his head and looked over here.

This is a middle-aged monk with a frost complexion on his face.

The wrinkles on the forehead are like cut by a knife.

High nose and deep eyes are the Hu species in the Western Regions.

In this era, the Tang Dynasty was the lord of the world, and people from all countries continued to pour into the Tang Dynasty, into Chang'an, and into Luoyang.

It is normal to see foreign monks.

There are countless Hu Temples in Luoyang alone.

There are those who worship the light, those who worship the holy fire, and those who worship the other things.

Su Dawei looked at these monks carefully. Except for the Hu monk in the Western Regions, the rest were Tang people.

"Since the guests are here, you might as well come here to roast the fire."

Hu Monk stood up and clasped his hands to Su Dawei and said, "Since we have met, it's all fate."

Perhaps the word fate touched Su Dawei.

Or maybe he is indeed tired and hungry.

Su Dawei nodded and walked towards the bonfire.

The monks moved their positions and gave up a piece of open space for Su Dawei.

The ground was covered with straw mats and futons, sitting cross-legged on them, not feeling cold.

The monks finished their prayers and chatted with each other.

Hu Monk took a cake from his bag and held it to Su Dawei in both hands.

"I guess there is no meal in this wilderness. If I don't dislike it, I have shiba cakes here."

Hu Seng Xiaoxiao: "It was brought from Chang'an."

Su Dawei glanced at Hu Monk, took the other party's kindness, and said casually: "I didn't ask for the monk's name."

"I am a monk Yuanzhao."

Seeing Su Dawei take the matador, he took out the wooden bowl from his bag, scooped a bowl of hot soup from the pottery on the bonfire and handed it to Su Dawei.

"Thank you."

"We were also passing by here. Some kind-hearted people lit a bonfire here and cooked hot soup cakes, but the people disappeared."

Yuan Zhao smiled and said, "Probably all of this was arranged by the Buddha. It's all like this by chance."

Su Dawei looked at the hot soup cake in the wooden bowl in his hand, thought about it and put it down.

"How did several mages appear here?"

"We were going to go to Kulin Temple in the Western Regions to preach the scriptures, but we probably can't."

Yuanzhao sighed.

Su Dawei took a light bite of the flax cake.

It was actually a cake baked by Chang'an Massage.

The cakes in his house are different from other houses. They use different oils and heat. Even if they are cold and hard, they are still crispy and can be eaten in one bite.

Su Dawei chewed the cake lightly and looked at Yuanzhao, with a look of confusion in his eyes.

"We... heard the news from Luoyang that something big happened in Luoyang."

Yuan Zhao showed compassion on her face.

Another monk beside the bonfire said with a sad expression: "The head of our Vinaya Sect, Master Zhou Xiu, was killed."

Su Dawei's heart was slightly shocked.

"The sect has issued a decree, and all monks will turn around."

"Swing, what to do? Is it revenge?"

Su Dawei asked softly.

Yuanzhao's eyes showed complex emotions and she was silent for a moment.

The other monks seemed to be infected with the sadness and did not speak for a while.

Until a monk looked at Su Dawei and suddenly said suspiciously: "Where did the guest come from? Why are he alone and not carrying his bag?"

This sound immediately aroused the vigilance of the other monks.

Yuan Zhao looked at Su Dawei, with a startle and suspicion on her face. Then she stood up suddenly and pointed at Su Dawei: "You..."

Bang!

Su Dawei bounced his fingers.

Yuanzhao shouted, and fell to the sky.

The other monks reacted differently, some shouted and some showed horror.

Some turned around and touched the ring knife.

"He is him..."

"Transfer to the sect that we found the person who killed Master Zhou Xiu!"

"quick……"

"Take a knife and kill him!"

Before the voice fell, Su Dawei waved his left hand.

Whoosh swish swish swish ~

Several strong winds flew out.

All the monks were knocked to the ground with screams.

The four sides were silent.

In the snowy mountains, the sound of a lonely wolf was faintly heard, coming from a distance.

Looking up at the sky, a bright moon hangs in the sky at some point.

Extremely cold.

Su Dawei slowly stood up, put his hands together, bowed to the monks, then turned around and strode away.

On the snow, a person's footprints stretched into the distance.

The bonfire crackled.

The flame gradually weakened.

I don’t know how long it took, but I heard a moan.

Yuanzhao struggled to get up from the ground.

He shook his head first, and reached out and touched his forehead in surprise.

A red mark in the middle of his eyebrows seemed to be hit by a stone.

Fortunately, it's not fatal.

Looking at the monks around me, each of them had a blood hole in their foreheads, and their bodies were already cold.

"Evil thief, evil thief~"

“Ah~”

Yuanzhao sent a cry of sorrow like a wolf to the sky.

...

"The 238 temples in Luoyang and 563 temples in Chang'an, all the abbots and masters in all the temples have agreed to kill Su Dawei and be my Buddhist sect and get rid of this Buddha's enemy."

In the fragrance, a sound came out faintly.

The voice was mixed with a sense of compassion, as if it was extremely resentful.

"Master, do you really want to eliminate Su Dawei? This person's cultivation level is so great..."

"The higher the cultivation level, the greater the harm it will be to my Buddhism. He said that Baima Temple, slaughtered it, killed Zhou Xiu, and killed many monks and monks. If this person is not eliminated, will my Buddhism still have a future?"

"The abbot of all the temples agreed to send an edict to the world to make Su Dawei the enemy of Buddha. No matter how powerful he is, he is only one person. He gathers the power of the monks in the world. Can't he still kill him?"

"But... this person must be the founding county duke of the Tang Dynasty."
To be continued...