Chapter 237 Why are you leaving...
"Abbott! I feel that my cultivation has improved a lot in the past few days!"
"Yes, Abbot! I didn't feel it when I was moving rocks before, but my cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds in the past few days!"
"Me too, me too!"
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A few days later, a group of monks said happily.
"This is normal and there is no need to be nervous."
The fat monk felt his powerful spiritual power and said calmly.
"Incense..."
After all the disciples left, the fat monk murmured the divine way.
Walking out of the few habitable rooms in Jiacheng, the fat monk held a Zen staff and walked on the roads of Jiacheng.
Now, the people in the ruins have been rescued. Although many people died in the ruins, there is nothing that can be done.
After the grief, the people of Jiacheng were carrying out construction projects and preparing to build temporary residences, creating a prosperous scene.
"Hello, Master!"
"Have you eaten, Master? I have some vegetarian buns that just came out of the drawer!"
"Thank you, Master!"
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Along the way, people from Jiacheng who saw the fat monk stopped what they were doing and greeted him gratefully.
This made the fat monk very happy, and he took the trouble to return the favor with passers-by.
In addition, he could also see small temples standing in the open spaces of several parks in Jiacheng.
And in these small temples, many people queue up to offer incense to the small temples.
Although the incense was all strange and weird, and some children were even served dogtail grass, the fat monk was not annoyed, but looked at it from a distance with a smile on his lips.
Perhaps this is the meaning of saving the common people?
The fat monk thought to himself.
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"What? Master, are you leaving?"
Mayor Jiacheng said in disbelief.
"Yes, we have checked around Jiacheng these days and found that the earth dragon turned over, and it was not just Jiacheng that was affected by the disaster.
These days have passed, and no one from the outside world has come to Jiacheng. I am afraid that the incident has spread so widely that the imperial court will be unable to control the situation in a short period of time.
The disaster in Jiacheng has been resolved, and the survivors buried in the ruins have been rescued. Then our mission here has been completed.
Therefore, today I will take my disciples to the next city to help the people there rescue their relatives and friends. I hope all the donors will understand. "
The fat monk held a Zen staff in one hand and stood on his chest with the other, bowing.
"This...Master, what you said makes sense. With such a compassionate heart, you are truly a living Buddha!
Since this is the case, we will not stop you. I hope that Master and all the eminent monks will have a safe journey and rescue our compatriots in the brother cities, so that we will have fewer relatives and friends! "
Hearing this, although the mayor was reluctant to give up, he still bowed deeply.
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"Master! Have a good journey!"
"Master! If there is trouble over there, you can go back to Jiacheng, and we can do our best!"
"Well done, masters! Have a safe journey!"
On the day of farewell, many people from Jiacheng came to see him off and shouted reluctantly.
But Zenlanji and his party will not stop here.
More people need to be saved.
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"Abbott, if the map is correct, we can reach Mucheng in two days' journey!"
While walking in the mountains and forests, a young monk wiped his sweat.
"The sun is almost gone, find a free place, set up a stove and light a fire!"
The fat monk took the Zen staff and looked at the dense forest. There was not much light coming through, so he rolled up the long sleeves of his cassock and said.
"Okay!"
When they heard that they were going to have a rest and eat, the monks became happy.
The fat monk called out the lotus platform, sat cross-legged, meditated, and recited Buddhist sutras.
But after chanting for a while, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
His cultivation...
His cultivation is declining!
Originally, on the night of the spiritual energy resurgence tide, he had broken through to the early stage of the third level!
And with the 500,000 people in Jiacheng and more or less incense offerings, his cultivation level has already reached the late third level.
But now, his cultivation level has fallen to the mid-level third level, and it is still falling!
"Abbot! Abbot! Our cultivation is slipping. What's going on?"
"Yes! Abbot! What should we do!"
At this time, the young monks came to ask in a panic.
"It's Jiacheng! Something happened in Jiacheng!"
The fat monk's heart tightened, and then he shouted in a low voice.
His disciples' contribution in the disaster relief process was far less than his, so their cultivation level has not improved significantly yet.
Therefore, they thought that this was the result of their hard training.
Only the person who has received the most incense understands that this is entirely due to the incense!
Now, there is only one possibility for their cultivation to slip!
The source of the incense is broken!
Something happened in Jiacheng!
"Let's go back to Jiacheng!"
After thinking about it, the fat monk ignored his hunger and shouted.
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Even if they were traveling at full speed, it was already late at night when Zenlanji and his party returned to Jiacheng.
When they got here, what they saw was an extremely terrifying scene.
The dense black insects submerged half of Jiacheng.
As for the people in Jiacheng, some were resisting vigorously, some were evacuating, and some were crying.
There were originally half a million Jiacheng people, but now they may have lost more than half.
Itβs no wonder that their incense has suffered huge losses and their cultivation has declined.
"Kill the enemy and save people! Quick!"
Seeing this, the fat monk no longer cared about his family's commandment not to kill, and shouted loudly.
As he spoke, he sat on the lotus platform, with a purple gold bowl hanging on his head, holding a Zen staff, and flew towards the depths of the insect tide!
If he wants to capture the thief, he must capture the king first!
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Bang~!
With the fierce blow of the Zen staff, the insect queen's head exploded and her body fell heavily.
Without the control of the Insect Queen, the Insects lost their command and fled randomly.
The crisis is over.
However, dead people cannot come back to life.
Looking at the remaining more than 200,000 people gathered together, the fat monk's chest seemed to be stuffed with something, unable to move smoothly.
If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have left...
"Why are you leaving..."
At this time, a mother cried hoarsely, holding the body of her child with only the head and half of the body left.
"We... we were going to save the people in Mucheng, but we didn't expect... Jiacheng would encounter such a disaster."
An exhausted young monk gasped.
"Save people? Aren't we human? Is it 200,000 or 300,000?
They all died because you left... Aren't they human? ! "
The mother screamed miserably.
The fat monk looked at all this, his eyebrows lowered and he said nothing.
But he could feel that his cultivation was still slipping.
Now, no one continues to die, but the hope in the hearts of the people who originally saved Jiacheng has dissipated.
But the fat monk didn't care. He was now filled with guilt.
Click~!
But at this moment, a shattering sound came.
"Cao Nima! What kind of Buddha? What kind of master? If you can't save people or protect the common people, why should you be enshrined? Why should I offer incense to you?!"
I saw a man holding a steel rod and smashing a corner of the small temple that was dedicated to the fat monk and the monks of Chanlan Temple!
This time, it seemed as if the flames in other people's chests were ignited. They all took weapons and attacked the small temple!
"Stop smashing it! Stop smashing it! Donors, please stop smashing it!"
The exhausted young monk stepped forward to stop him.
For him, this is the most meaningful thing since he became a monk.
Click~!
But at this moment, a butcher knife struck his neck.
In the previous battle, he was exhausted and his body could not withstand the full blow of an ordinary person.
His head fell down, and his wide eyes were full of confusion.
But it wasn't over yet. In the crowd, feet and shoes, one by one, trampled the head to pieces.
Right in front of the fat monk.
The next second, the purple golden bowl rose in the storm and fell upside down.
