I am a professional at killing time travelers

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Huikong's expression changed again and again. He knew the reason for all this. All these sufferings came from the exiled immortal, but the exiled immortal was too far away for him! Even if his cultivation had not been abolished, it would have been very difficult for him to kill the immortal. Fortunately, the continental war had begun, and this calamity would eventually pass.

Huikong did not go to persuade Wang Liushi, but just stood up and opened the door of the kitchen. He saw the little girl standing at the door, her young face was already full of tears. She did not dare to act recklessly that day. She knew that her mother locked her in the room to protect her, and she did not want to leave filth on her young heart.

But this door is like a fig leaf. It can cover up the mother's self-esteem, but it cannot cover up the child's heart full of hatred.

Huikong touched Chun'er's head and looked at the bubbling black pot. He thought carefully and turned to look at Wang Liushi: "Why not! I will stay here for a while! There is no place in the world where you can't practice? I am willing to stay and take care of you two donors!"

Wang Liu was delighted at first, but then her face suddenly changed as she thought of something: "She's still young! Come for me! At least wait until she grows up! I beg you!"

Huikong shook his head, turned around and picked up a broom from the corner. This courtyard had not been cleaned for a long time, and a thick layer of dust had accumulated. He did not speak but just kept waving the broom, gathering the weeds and dust together.

If you look closely at this time, you can see that Huikong's palm has four bloody marks left by his fingernails. He just became a monk, and his humanity has not been lost. Wang Liu said this lightly, but how can the sorrow and grievances of the past two years be summarized in two sentences?

Huikong took out a ladder from the side of the kitchen and found that the ladder had become loose and would fall apart with a slight shake. He took a hammer from the corner and started hammering on it, and soon the ladder was repaired.

He took the ladder and placed it on the eaves, and said softly to Wang Liu: "Just now I saw that the roof is a little damaged. I think it must be a hardship to deal with the wind and rain. I will fix it for you!"

Wang Liu just leaned against the door without saying a word, her eyes were unfocused, as if her soul was wandering away.

Huikong stood on the eaves and tidied the thatch on it. A lot of it had already rotted, and it would be a difficult task to repair it. It seemed that he would have to go up the mountain.

Huikong found a basket and put it on his back. At this time, the little girl was holding a tattered bowl with clear soup in it and some unknown grass leaves floating on it.

Chun'er first gave the bowl of soup to Le Huikong. With the tears on her face still fresh, she looked at Huikong with bright eyes.

Huikong drank the soup in one gulp. Not only did the soup taste bad, it even made his throat ache. He had never eaten anything so hard to describe in his life. At this moment, a trace of confusion appeared in his heart. He looked at Chun'er with a distracted look, as if he had become that fool at this moment, the fool who wanted revenge for his mother and had no way out!

Chun'er saw Huikong's eyes full of hope: "Are you my new father from now on?"

This sentence instantly struck Huikong, but Huikong did not have the courage to answer. He lowered his proud soul and said, "I just murmured, 'I came from Jinshan Temple and passed by here to preach the scriptures!'"

Chun'er's eyes instantly lost their luster and she became a dull little girl again, a soulless walking corpse. She turned around and walked back to the kitchen, carrying a bowl of thick porridge to her mother.

She reached the spoon into the bowl, scooped up the thick batter with force, blew on it, and then brought it to Wang Liu's lips.

The spirit returned to Wang Liu's eyes and she looked at Chun'er with love. How could she not know what this little girl was thinking? She just wanted someone to rely on, and she even wanted to find someone to rely on for Chun'er.

Huikong didn't dare to look the two women in the eye. He turned around and walked out of the yard, lowered his head, closed the gate, and then walked up the mountain.

Huikong was chopping fresh thatch halfway up the mountain, the light in his eyes flickering. At this moment, it seemed as if his cognition was impacted, and at this moment he didn't even know whether preaching was useful.

Can preaching really help these people escape from their suffering?

Buddhism says that their current health is due to the care they give to their parents, and everything has cause and effect. However, this entire village is stingy. Could it be that everyone in this world is unfilial?

Could it be that Buddha was wrong?

"No, no, no! How could I have such thoughts!" At this moment, Huikong's heart was shaken by the Buddhist principles that he had studied for more than ten years.

The brilliance in his eyes seemed to have faded a little.

"Hey! You seem to have plenty of free time! You're still fiddling with flowers and plants here!" Zheng Bing's annoying voice came over.

Huikong was not surprised at all, and looked up at Zheng Bing: "But what do you want, Buddhist disciple?"

Zheng Bing laughed: "The boss didn't give any instructions. Logically speaking, I shouldn't be here!"

Huikong looked at Zheng Bing with a cold expression: "But you still showed up!"

"Don't you want to know why I showed up?"

Huikong shook his head gently: "I don't want to!"

Zheng Bing ignored Huikong and continued to talk to himself: "I used my spiritual sense to scan the village. The main things in the village are the plants in the mountains, but not all the plants in the mountains are edible! Suddenly someone can afford to eat hundred-sided cakes. It can be regarded as a poor man suddenly becoming rich!"

Huikong frowned slightly: "What do you want to say?"

Zheng Bing raised the corners of his mouth, smiling wickedly and wildly: "Haha! If I eat grass roots every day, I will rob people who eat white flour!"

Huikong still frowned and didn't move at all.

Zheng Bing was a little surprised: "You still don't understand? Go back and take a look! The mother and daughter are almost torn apart!"

Huikong's expression suddenly changed, and he didn't care about the rusty sickle and backpack, and ran back to the courtyard.

Zheng Bing chuckled and hooked his finger at the sickle and backpack. The sickle and backpack flew into his hands like souls. Zheng Bing hid his figure and followed Huikong.

As Huikong was running, many villagers were watching him through the cracks in the doors. Those people naturally knew what was going to happen in Chun'er's courtyard, but they didn't have the leisure to care. Being able to protect their own food rations was already their limit.

Huikong rushed into the courtyard in just a moment.

When he saw this, he was immediately furious. At this time, three men had rushed in and were tearing off Wang Liu's clothes. Although Xiao Chun'er was held tightly in Wang Liu's arms, most of her clothes were torn off.

The broken bowl had been thrown to the ground and broken into pieces, but the pieces were clean, and there was still some batter on the lips of the three men.

Wang Liu held Xiaochun'er tightly, begging with tears on her face.

"She's still just a child! Let her go! Let me do it! Second uncle! Fourth uncle! Brother Liu! I can serve you! I don't want food! Please let Chun'er go!"

This was not the first time that Xiaochuner had seen this kind of scene. She was so scared that she couldn't even make a sound!

"Fuck! You still want food! We're almost starving to death anyway! Let's have some fun today! Then I'll also have a taste of what it means to not be the envy of sheep!"

The other two men followed suit, with morbid smiles on their faces, and continued to exert force with their hands. The coarse linen clothes could not withstand such a torment, and after a few moves, the mother and daughter were pinned to the ground by the three strong men.