Without a heroic spirit, I can only end in person

Chapter 190 Be Compassionate
Seeing the words revealed on the book of heroic souls, Jiang He was a little surprised.

Isn't Gu Yuerong visiting relatives at home? How could she appear in Shuzhou, and it happened to be Fushan City where she was going to come?

Fingers across the words, memories flow into the heart.

When he guessed the general process based on the content of the conversation between the two, he suddenly realized.

Gu Yuerong should have accompanied this woman surnamed Chen to Fushan City to look for relatives—they also managed to find their lost brother in Fushan Temple.

However, the younger brother seems to have converted to Buddhism and has become a handyman monk in Fukuyama Temple.

Even after seeing her own sister, she didn't change her mind, but refused to meet her again.

This is why the two are worried.

Ms. Chen's family suffered a catastrophe, and most of them only her younger brother survived. She obviously didn't want her younger brother to become a monk, with the ancient Qingdeng Buddha as his companion.

This not only means that the Chen family is extinct and has no descendants, it also means that she has almost lost her last relative.

Gu Yuerong seems to be helping her find a way to let her meet her younger brother a few more times, and persuade him to return home...

"Isn't this a gift?"

Jiang He frowned slightly.

Time has passed so long, look at this reaction again.

Ms. Chen's younger brother has probably been murdered, and may have even been refined into human skin and turned into a monster's cassock.

The monster who stole his body was afraid of being exposed, so he closed the door and disappeared.

Under such circumstances, if Ms. Chen insisted on pestering her endlessly, the other party would most likely attack secretly to completely eliminate her last "hidden danger".

Moreover, this matter involved the red line of the Buddhist temple, even if Gu Yuerong was a member of the Gu family and Qin Haizong, she would never be spared.

While thinking about it, Jiang He made a decision.

【Wait and see what happens】

Having decided to go solo, it is naturally impossible to meet the rich woman in front of her.

However, the Gu family and Gu Yuerong took great care of him, and they are angel investors in this life. Now that he is in trouble, it is impossible for him to sit idly by.

It's better to wait and see the changes first, and protect one or two in the dark.

Even if the abbot of Fushan Temple took action himself, Jiang He could save their lives.

Moreover, even if the Buddhist temple has an idea, it would never dare to make a move in the open, at most it would make small moves behind the scenes.

Jiang He can take this opportunity to eliminate the demon monk and help him escape.

"It's a pity that on the way to Fushan Temple, I borrowed from the Buddhist temple several times and took the initiative to test it out, but no demon monk did anything to me."

"If they take the lead, it is reasonable for me to protect myself and fight back..."

"Maybe they only target unnamed lone travelers, and I'm too famous."

【You didn't come forward to recognize each other, you just got up and left with Painter Li. 】

[People coming and going in the teahouse, Gu Yuerong didn't notice it. 】

[After leaving the teahouse, you did not stay too far away, and resumed your old business nearby to draw friends. 】

[The name of the painting master has already spread to Fukuyama City. Some curious people invite you to paint. Seeing that the tip of your pen is so lifelike, you sigh that it is worthy of the name, so you buy it with a thousand dollars. 】

[You draw five pieces, you get a million dollars, and you seal your pen again. 】

Normally speaking, even if a painter has outstanding skills, it is impossible for him to put pen to paper like this.

The reason why Jiang He is so sought after is not only because of his speech knowledge far beyond ordinary people, which makes people want to make friends, but also because of his actions.

Almost none of the money earned from painting is given to the poor.

Such behavior not only earned him a reputation, but even those who bought the paintings also received certain praise.

Whether it is superficial or sincere, they are called good people by many people, and their reputation has risen.

Therefore, the value of Jiang He's paintings not only did not decrease due to frequent painting, but greatly increased after passing through towns and cities.

In the eyes of those rich and noble families, these exquisite paintings are not only excellent collections, but also equivalent to each [certificate], which proves their deeds of good deeds, and is naturally extremely sought after.

"In Yuling World, this is called a charity party."

Jiang He didn't care about these pursuits.

He has experienced both being famous all over the world and being enemies all over the world, and he has long since lost his heart in the flattery.

These are means, not ends.

Once he had enough money, he immediately launched his own project.

First, as usual, most of the money was distributed to the poor in Fukuyama Castle, and then he took the initiative to visit Fukuyama Temple.

After painting and distributing money, Jiang He's reputation in the neighborhood has reached reverence.

When he came to Fushan Temple, even the old abbot who was over a hundred years old put on cassocks and greeted him proactively.

Jiang He was flattered by mobilizing the crowd like this, and hurriedly saluted.

After some politeness, when both parties wanted to make friends, the atmosphere quickly became harmonious, and even discussed Buddhism for a while.

After the exchange, Jiang He couldn't help but admire.

"The words of the abbot have benefited me a lot."

"Your Dharma is so profound, your cultivation should have reached a very high level, right?"

The old abbot smiled and said with a kind face and kind eyes.

"The benefactor's words are wrong. Buddhism is Buddhism, and cultivation is cultivation. The two should not be confused... However, intensive study of Buddhism can indeed increase the speed of practice."

"Just a few years ago, this old man reached the realm of Little Arhat."

Fifth order?Invincible.

Jiang He asked curiously with respectful eyes.

"Why don't you study Buddhism in Lingshan, but stay in this countryside?"

Lingshan is full of big monsters, staying there, how can you be as comfortable as the abbot outside!

The old abbot said calmly.

"With a Buddha in your heart, there are spiritual mountains everywhere."

Jiang He seemed to be touched, thought for a moment, and stood up to salute.

"Thank you abbot for your guidance. I would like to offer a thousand pieces of gold to repair the golden bodies of the Buddhas. At the same time, I would also like to thank the abbot for his compassion and helping the victims of disasters in Kunzhou..."

The old abbot smiled.

"good."

Jiang He sat down again and spoke.

"To tell you the truth, I live in the world as my home. When I visited Kunzhou not long ago, I saw a catastrophe and countless people were displaced. Their bones were buried by the roadside, and they were deeply saddened..."

"Fortunately, the righteous men and the government took action to put down the disaster."

"After I came down to Fushan Castle, I heard that the abbot had rescued many victims who had fled from the disaster. I admired him so much, so I came to visit."

The old abbot suddenly realized that this was the reason why Master Huiyuan came to the temple.

"My Buddha is merciful, the donor is indeed a kind-hearted person."

"Most of those people have already returned to their hometowns. Only some people worship Buddhism, so they stay and live in the mountain behind the monastery."

"If the benefactor is interested, you can go and talk to them."

"really?"

Jiang He said in surprise.

The old abbot smiled.

"nature."

The rest of the people have been bewitched by a slight spell, and have become extremely devout believers, future reserves.

No matter how you say it, you will never leave the monastery.

Let this painter meet them, maybe he will show kindness again and leave some money, even paintings——

Even if it is a demon temple, as long as it is in the world of mortals, it will have needs for money, even more than ordinary people.

Jiang He also laughed.

……

"Are you going back to Kunzhou?"

The old abbot was dumbfounded.

He asked the monk to take the painter to meet the food.

In the end, how long has it been since these people, who have been bewitched by the spell, have all changed their minds and want to return to their hometown?
Have you brainwashed them with your motherly tricks?
The old abbot glanced at the Zhike monk.

The latter's expression was also confused, as if he hadn't slowed down, he felt the abbot's gaze, and shook his head slightly.

"..."

Just chatting?
How good are you at speaking!
"Master, I have already decided to convert to Buddhism, but after chatting with Mr. Gu, I can't help but think of the scene at home..."

A white-faced man had red eyes and tears streaming down his face.

"Although I am the only one left in the family, if I don't even go back, there will be no home at all..."

"Master, my Erni married far away, if I don't go back, she won't have a family."

A black and thin man cried.

"Me too!"

"..."

Jiang He looked at these people.

Although they were bewitched by spells, the Buddhist temple did not dare to brainwash them too blatantly - it would be better to refine human skin directly.

As long as Jiang He evokes their nostalgia for the past and their hometown, and let strong emotions burst out.

They can be made to change their minds on their own initiative without any magic tricks.

It's not difficult, just talk about it.

After all, it is easy to join the WTO, but difficult to get out of the world.

"Abbot, these people have been away for a long time, and they miss their hometown."

"Since that's the case, I don't need to bother your temple. I can pay for the caravan and send them back to their hometown."

"..."

The old abbot calmed down for a while, seemed to be emotional, and smiled.

"Your fate is not over, you should go back."

"I will trouble Master Gu."

"No trouble, no trouble."

Jiang He smiled, suddenly remembered something, and apologized.

"By the way, abbot, there are too many people and the distance is far away. After hiring a caravan, I am afraid that I will have little money left from painting in the city..."

You mother--

The old abbot almost couldn't hold back with his hundreds of years of cultivation.

Even the monks lie, are you still a person?

And if you have no money, can't you go to paint?

He smiled and nodded.

"It's good, it's good, it's better to gild the body of a Buddha statue than to save a living person. Don't care about it."

"Thank you, Abbot, for your guidance!"

Jiang He was overjoyed, and after thanking him, he took everyone away.

When everyone left the monastery.

The old abbot sensed that the breath was gone, his harmonious expression darkened instantly, and his teeth chattered.

"Damn guy..."

"Stop being greedy!"

"I'm here."

A burly monk walked into the hall.

"Go, find someone to inquire about the caravan's route and time, this time I will do it myself!"

The old abbot sneered with a gloomy face.

"It's ridiculous, the meat on your lips, do you really think you can take it away easily?"

……

Three days later.

A group of caravans set off from Fushan City and walked towards Kunzhou along the official road.

In the dense forest, a few masked people concealed their aura and trailed far behind.

I don't know how long it has passed, but probably felt that the timing was right, the masked man moved and chased after the caravan!

At this moment--

One of the masked men seemed to have a feeling in his heart, and suddenly stopped his movements, and shouted in a cold voice.

"You go."

The rest of them didn't dare to neglect, they went through the dense forest and attacked the caravan.

However, just as they approached, they saw several carriages exploded at the same time, and several government police officers in green robes jumped out of them and rushed towards several masked men!

see this scene.

The eyes of the person in the distance froze, and finally understood the source of the bad feeling——

In the smell of the convoy, there is a smell of Fukuyama Castle Official.

That Gu painter, just to escort a few disaster victims, even invited people from the government office over!

It's fine if you ask.

Is the city official really coming? !

Although he was sure of killing the city officials, he was the lord of the city, representing the Daluo court, and the subsequent troubles would be too great.

Shot without killing, easy to be remembered and set on fire.

The masked man took a deep look, turned around and left, and gave up on the action.

(End of this chapter)