Broken bricks and tiles, and the village is in chaos.

Fortunately, there are some rotten wood that is useful, and they can barely be used for people to live in a random way.

But these wooden beams are quite heavy and cannot be moved by hungry refugees.

These more than ten wooden houses were all made by the thin man alone.

The man looked weathered, with dry lips and a shabby cloth shirt. He looked not tall and strong. He had walked for many times, but the straw sandals under his feet had long been worn out.

The most eye-catching thing is his head, and his hair seems to have just grown out, and it is a buzz cut like a pig bristle.

At this moment, the man carried a log that was thicker than his body and walked through the crowd as fast as he could. Faced with the thanks from many refugees, he just smiled a little.

"Hisser Master, drink water—"

A child approached timidly and handed him a piece of porcelain left, containing precious water.

The man paused, bent down and dipped some water on his fingertips, wiped his lips casually, and then he smiled and rubbed the child's head: "I'm enough, take it back."

In the war in Dongzhou, water and food are more expensive than human life.

How could the child understand the tricks in the words? He only thought that this master with divine power really had the ability to quench his thirst.

I licked my lips enviously. I would have been so good that I would never feel hungry again.

He turned around and ran towards the old man with a piece of porcelain. If it weren't for the great master here, grandpa who could not move his legs,

It has been eaten by others long ago.

However, before taking two steps, the child knocked his head to the ground.

He raised his head, and when he saw the scene in front of him, his round eyes were filled with fear in an instant. At the age of ignorance, he had been forced to learn to distinguish dangers.

In Dongzhou, these monks with bare heads are the greatest danger.

A group of monks stepped into the village with expressionless faces, patrolling the territory that had just been lost like a lion and tiger. They crushed the porcelain pieces on the ground, and their eyes swept across the ground, and all the refugees bowed their heads and knelt down.

Soon, they looked at the man in front of them.

Without much greeting, several sticks with eyebrows were pressed on the shoulders of the buzz-headed man and forced him to kneel on the ground.

"Which disciple are you? Who allows you to preach here?"

The leader approached calmly, squatted down, and reached out to lift the man's chin.

The sixth-level cultivation level is where I can’t be free and easy, but I dressed up like this, clearly trying to steal incense.

Fortunately, the other party was full of the aura of a traveler, but was not a fairy family. It should be the disciples of the other two Sumeru Mountains who ran to Dongzhou to fight Qiufeng. Otherwise, these eyebrows-like sticks would not be so simple as escorting them, and they had already smashed this head.

"I'm not a disciple, I'm just passing by and doing something."

The buzz-headed man did not struggle, just explained it briefly.

When the leader saw that he was unwilling to reveal his master's teachings, he thought that Da Qiufeng was caught and felt embarrassed, so he did not mean too much in embarrassment.

After all, in the current situation, the high-ranking Daluo Immortals and Bodhisattvas are naturally busy fighting for the temple, but the young monks below also think that they can make a living by drinking. This kind of thing is not rare in Dongzhou. They are all people in a sect. There is no need to kill them all, just drive them away.

Thinking of this, he raised his arm and signaled the brothers to collect the sticks. Then he said coldly: "If you are too idle, find something for yourself. Stop stretching to Dongzhou and leave here quickly. If you let me wait for you to see it, it will not be so good."

After the words came, the leader led a group of fellow brothers away.

The buzz-headed man was silent for a long time, but smiled helplessly, carried the log again, and placed it in the last house. Then he turned around and picked up the child on the ground who was so scared that he dared not move, and sent him back to the old man.

"Master."

The old man first took the child gratefully, and then his lips squirmed twice: "Why don't you tell them, you don't have to suffer such grievances."

He remembered very clearly that when this master first came here, his big bald head with a shiny tiles and cloth shirt was more like a monk in the world than these monks.

"Before it was."

Monk Zhikong patted the dust on his palm, and his whole body looked extremely free and easy, and said with a smile: "I don't want to be right now."

Since he saw with his own eyes that a group of fellow disciples tried every means to take Lord Shen's life, he was captured by the Thousand Arm Bodhisattva and turned into a black dog. Until now, he has seen how the two sects treat the world, he has never felt as proud as a disciple of the sect.

Therefore, I grew my hair and my whole body looked much sloppy, but my heart was much cleaner.

"It seems that the fight is about to start again." The old man hugged the child and looked timidly towards the direction of the city. A few days ago, these places were controlled by the immortals who were flying in the clouds. They were fighting against the earth and the mountains were shaking. It was really scary. Now the situation seems to have changed again.

Zhikong pursed his lips and waved his hand to signal that the young and old people should not be afraid. Then he turned around and walked towards the hillside, looking into the distance towards the city.

He could feel how violent the aura was at this seemingly peaceful place.

The monk's re-step indicates that the Three Immortal Sects have been defeated, but this breath of storm also shows that the group of immortals is unwilling to give up, and they are in front of them with a desperate attempt. Once it explodes, it is only unknown how many people can survive now.

"Why."

He shook his head and sighed.

Only by witnessing the tragic situation of other continents with one's own eyes can we understand how great the merit of Lord Shen taking action to protect the entire Nanzhou.

It’s a pity that there is no second Lord Shen in Dongzhou, and his strength is too low. Zhikong sighed, but did not complain.

In the world, some people do major tasks to save the people, and they are unable to take into account the small things, so they need someone to fill this loophole.

He thought that even Lord Shen would not have watched these refugees become displaced if he could take time out. He would definitely repair their houses and find food for them.

Thinking of that master, Monk Zhikong had the courage to continue walking again on his face.

He turned around and was about to leave the hillside.

At this moment, cicadas suddenly sounded in my ears. It was winter, where were the cicadas?

"Master, can you help me pick it up?"

Zhikong turned his head and found that under the big tree beside him, there was an extra little girl with red lips and white teeth, wearing a pigtail.

He looked well-behaved and charming, wearing a torn jacket and skirt, looked at himself like help, and pointed to the treetops with force.

"......"

Monk Zhikong closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he was adjusting his mood.

After a long time, he walked over quickly, picked off the things from the treetops, and spread his hands to see that it was a finely crafted cicada, only the size of a thumb, but it was lifelike.

But no matter how vivid it appears, it is just a dead thing and cannot make cicadas ring.

"Master, can I change it with you?"

The little girl blinked and stretched out her palm carefully. A live cicada was as angry as a wandering spring lies in the palm.

Monk Zhikong stood quietly in place and did not speak for a long time.

Until he saw the little girl slightly squeaking her eyebrows, he whispered: "If it is in a peaceful and prosperous era, the value of a golden cicada is naturally greater than that of a living cicada, but in this world, the things in my hands are really not as good as those of a bug that can fill the desires of mouth and tongue."

According to rumors, Bodhisattvas and Buddhas like to pretend to be other people to enlighten the world.

The noise of cicadas in winter and the sudden appearance of gold on the trees all show that this is an opportunity.

Monk Zhikong did not speak out loud, but just tactfully reminded the other party that he was too far away from the world and did not know the world. This method of testing was also a bit outdated and cliché.

When the point is broken, the opportunity will naturally no longer exist.

"So, don't you change it?" the little girl raised her eyebrows.

Monk Zhikong lowered his eyes slightly, and after a moment, he pulled the corner of his mouth: "Switch."

"Why do you need to change?" This time it was the girl's turn to be puzzled. She was not ready to make things difficult for the other party, so she chose this method of flaws, which was equivalent to missing the question in advance.

If you are a smart person, you will take over this opportunity.

If you are a foolish person and you still can't understand this, then you will be helpless.

But the little monk in front of him clearly saw that he actually chose to secretly mock himself. After sarcasm, he agreed to exchange the golden cicada for his own living cicada.

"Because-" Monk Zhikong thought for a long time and raised his head: "The creatures in Dongzhou have died too many times, and it is considered a matter of living one by one."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand straight towards the little girl.

Zhikong rejected the opportunity and only wanted a bug, and scolded the other party again.

The little girl stared at him speechlessly, and after a moment, she burst out laughing.

Not to mention, it's really interesting.

She really wanted to know what kind of reaction would be like when a young monk who dared to ridicule him in person in this world after knowing what he took.

"I have been raising this cicada for many years, so you have to pick it up."

She stretched out her delicate and white little hand, and the moment the two fingertips touched each other, the cicada, who was still half dead, suddenly had a golden light on her body, and then spread her wings and landed on Zhikong's palm.

At the same time, Zhikong's vision was instantly occupied by Huang Yun.

Wait until the clouds dissipate.

He was already among the mountains surrounded by Buddha's voice. When he looked up, he suddenly realized that he had become a buzzing golden cicada. In front of him, the mountains that spanned the sky were an extremely huge palm.

Even a wisp of palm lines on it was a deep ravine that could never be crossed for him even if he tried hard to swing his wings.

At the back, the owner of the palm was wearing a big red cassock and had a kind face. He sat cross-legged on the twelve-grade golden lotus, and spread his hands towards him with a smile.

In an instant, the sound of Buddha like a bell rang in Zhikong's ears,

"From today, you will be the second disciple under the old monk's throne, with the name of Jin Chanzi."
To be continued...