disguised holy monk

Under the night, two big men guarded the deck with knives, the sharp blades flashed silver, and the tall figures cast shadows, and everyone curled up and did not dare to move.

The other two searched from upstairs to downstairs, carrying a large bag full of things.

"This time I made a lot of money, and there are so many good things!"

Listening to what they said, everyone on the deck just prayed that these thieves would leave after taking the money.

The girl curled up in her father's arms, her body still trembling a little.

Xuanqing sat on the ground, not far from the white-haired man.With his hands bound, Wuying sat cross-legged beside him, secretly struggling with the rope.

After the men searched upstairs, they searched downstairs again, but they searched over and over again, but they didn't find anything valuable.

There were only a few clothes in Xuanqing's baggage, and the only valuable thing was probably the golden nanmu bowl, which was taken away by them.

The white-haired man's medicine sachet was also poured out, but unfortunately there was nothing in it except bottles and cans.The men didn't care, but Xuan Qing frowned secretly.

The father and daughter were even penniless.

"Damn it, why is there nothing on this floor!" The man returned to the deck and threw the pile of things in his hand there, quite angrily.

Another person snorted and said: "Forget it, the first floor is full of poor servants and stinky donkeys, what good things can there be?"

Hearing this, the man glanced at the people on the deck. The lights on this side were brighter, and he could see more clearly. He squinted his eyes on the girl, and said with a smack, "Don't tell me, this woman looks like a girl." Not bad."

The girl trembled even more when she heard this, and unconsciously shrank into a ball, just wanting to shrink herself even smaller.

It's just that the big man stepped forward and grabbed her wrist and pulled her over. The girl's appearance could no longer be concealed, her black hair was smooth, her small and fair face had big watery eyes, and tears filled with fear at this moment. , It is pitiful to see.

The big man seemed to have his eyes straight, and he was about to drag him away. The old father rushed over and hugged his leg, begging: "No, please, let my daughter go..."

The big man raised his voice and snorted, "Everyone on this boat has to pay protection fees, but you don't have anything, what should we do?"

The old man had gray temples and tremblingly said: "Heroes, our father and daughter really have no money and are going to seek refuge with relatives. As long as you let my daughter go, the old man will be your cow and horse..."

Before he finished speaking, the big man interrupted him impatiently, "What's the use of asking you to be a bad old man? Why don't you let your daughter take care of the good brothers, and let you go..."

"Don't...Father!" The girl's gentle voice was full of tears.

Xuan Qing glanced around secretly, the people on the deck who were not affected were holding their heads and dared not look at it, the white-haired man still looked indifferent, and Wu Ying also looked indifferent.

Sure enough, only a kind-hearted person like him would stand up at this time!

He frowned, stood up slowly and sighed, "Amitabha, several benefactors, put down the butcher's knife and turn around."

His Buddha's name rang lingling, reaching people's hearts, and everyone on the deck was startled.

The white-haired man's Wubo eyes finally moved. Under the moonlight, the red mole on Xuanqing's forehead was like a cloud of clouds, and the indifferent brows were pure and clean, untainted by the world. Looking at it with a blink of an eye, it looked like a bodhisattva exuding Buddha's light is general.

Wuying saw him stand up, his expression changed, and he increased the strength in his hands.

The big guys looked ugly and pointed their knives at him, "Stinky monk, you still dare to preach here? Are you tired of working?"

Xuanqing looked calm, and stepped forward step by step, the monk's robe swayed in a perfect arc in the air, "Almsgiver, all living beings are suffering, why make things difficult for them?"

The big man on the side looked at Xuan Qing's handsome appearance, then at the girl, and said mockingly: "I think this bald donkey has moved his heart?"

There was a slight smile on Xuan Qing's eyebrows and he was unmoved, the big guys laughed, and the girl looked at Xuan Qing with tears in her eyes when she heard this.

"Never mind, throw him into the river to feed the fish!" The other man let go of the girl's wrist, threw her aside, cursed and strode towards Xuan Qing with a knife in his hand.

Wuying was worried and didn't care if his hands were tied, he just wanted to step forward-with his internal strength, he couldn't break free, isn't this just an ordinary rope?

It's just that Xuan Qing still stood there calmly.

And the man didn't take two steps, but he fell straight down, and then his hands and feet twitched, foaming at the mouth.

The other three men were taken aback, and they raised their knives and looked at Xuan Qing vigilantly, "What did you do?"

Xuan Qing shook his head slowly, with a compassionate expression, "Amitabha, the little monk didn't use any tricks."

Those three people obviously didn't believe it, they looked at each other, their brows were fierce, and they were ready to rush forward.

But it was the same end, the three of them also fell to the ground.

The rest of the people were dumbfounded, and the four fierce and strong men were dealt with just like that?Everyone looked at Xuan Qing with respect and awe for a while.

Wuying also breathed a sigh of relief, Xuanqing untied the rope in his hand, moved lightly, walked slowly to the old father and the girl, knelt down and helped them up, "Benefactor, are you all right?"

The old father thanked again and again, "It's all right, thank you Master!"

"Little girl is fine, just thank you little master for coming forward to save me... My name is Qingyi..." The girl clenched her lips and finished speaking a little shyly, then hid in her father's arms, but Shui Ling Ling Ling's eyes secretly fell on Xuan Qing.

Xuan Qing didn't decide at all, just smiled and explained: "Benefactors, you don't have to be polite, it wasn't the little monk who saved you just now."

As he spoke, his eyes fell on the white-haired man. He was just picking up his medicine bag, and put back the medicine bottles scattered on the ground bit by bit without saying a word.

Qingyi was a little puzzled, but only glanced at the twitching big guys on the ground, then looked at Xuanqing with some fear and whispered: "Little Master...will they die?"

Xuan Qing followed her gaze, and then he sighed, "Their life and death should not be decided by us."

As he spoke, he took out a few pills, fed them to the four people, and said softly: "Tie them up first, and hand them over to the government when they get ashore."

Those boatmen especially listened to his words now, upon hearing this, they immediately found ropes and tied the four of them tightly to the bottom warehouse.

It's already midnight, Xuanqing was about to go back when he was stopped by a soft voice, Qingyi said timidly, "Little Master, what's your name?"

Xuanqing gave a salute and said with a smile: "The little monk is called Xuanqing, it's getting late, the benefactor should go back to rest earlier, Xuanqing bids farewell."

After he finished speaking, he took Wuying to the direction where the white-haired man left.

"Xuanqing..." Qingyi murmured, staring at his back with bright eyes.