From a refugee to a martial artist

Chapter 58 On merit
At this time, the inside and outside of the charity cemetery were silent, with only occasional low moans of pain and the chirping of birds.

Zhang Lingfeng entered the charity cemetery, supported Zhang Guinian, took out a pill and stuffed it into Zhang Guinian's mouth.

But Naroda's mother was not dead yet. She sat on the ground, her bones and flesh broken, blood flowing from all her orifices, but a hoarse laugh came out of her throat.

This is a sign of the final moment of death. Luo's mother laughed strangely and chanted a verse: "Ascend to that state of enlightenment..."

But before she could finish a sentence, the Taoist priest on the roof jumped down and kicked Luo's mother in the face.

"Is it annoying? You have to recite two verses even when you take a shit! You are reciting, reciting, reciting, what are you reciting? Are you worthy of reciting the verses of Nirvana? "

The Taoist priest was clearly a carefree and carefree person, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he acted like someone who was not to be trifled with. "He only has the appearance of a great monk, but not the essence of a great monk. If you pursue the image, it is a thousand miles away. It's really a dog in a tiger painting!"

There were gurgling sounds in Nālaṇṭhāra's throat, but she could not utter a word. The Buddha's light on her body dissipated, and her body was covered in blood. Her eyes were empty, but her expression was still ferocious and resentful.

She made a few gurgling sounds, and the blood on her body slowly began to burn.

"You have a method of thinking, but I have the ability to move the sky!" The Taoist stretched out his hand, pressed it on Luo's mother's brow, and then retracted it. All the flames on Luo's mother's body were pulled out. Luo's mother seemed to be in great pain and rolled over in agony.

"It's done!" The Taoist stood up straight, holding the whisk handle in one hand, with a faint smile on his face, clearly hiding his achievements and fame.

"Great joy! Great joy! Great joy! We have found the master!" The fairy who brought good news flew up and circled over the charity cemetery, making a creaking sound.

But at this moment, flames suddenly appeared on Luo's mother's body and slowly burned from her body outwards.

The Taoist priest immediately panicked and cast spells again and again, but he couldn't get rid of it.

"This, this, this..." The Taoist saw Zhang Guinian frowning and the others also looked puzzled. He immediately broke out in a sweat and no longer looked as cool as before, only panic.

Soon, Luo's mother turned into ashes, and no one inside or outside the charity cemetery made a sound.

"Not happy! Not happy!" The fairy wanted to say more, but was glared at by the Taoist priest, and immediately flew obediently to Gong Zihua's shoulder.

"This is karma fire." The Taoist priest was very serious, as if he wanted to save his reputation, and said to Zhang Guinian: "Brother Zhang, you should ask someone else. The other party casts karma fire, which is endless. I'm afraid the rank is not low. With my ability, I am still a little bit lacking. But such a master must have a background, so why let his disciples come here to make trouble?"

In Buddhism, all actions become karma, and karmic fire is the result of karma, also known as karmic retribution.

If a person is full of greed, anger, and ignorance, he will certainly create many evil karmas, and in the future he will suffer the consequences of his karma and the pain of being burned by the fire of karma.

To put it bluntly, it is still the Buddhist theory of cause and effect. Some people not only planted thoughts on Luo Mu, but also caused the cause of karmic fire.

"At least we know that the other party is a real master." Zhang Guinian was not discouraged, and smiled and said: "After all, there are still other survivors, so the credit has not been lost."

He looked around at the people outside the charity cemetery and said, "Inspect this place and call it a day!"

Following Zhang Guinian's order, everyone got busy, tying up all of Luo Mu's disciples and stuffing them onto the donkey cart.

Even Luo's mother's ashes were collected, and the cemetery was carefully examined inside and outside.

"Xiao Meng, although you are not one of us, you saved my life and killed an eighth-rank monk. Your contribution is not small. I will ask Zhang Tou to commend you when the time comes." When Gong Zihua is not showing off his skills with a knife, he is a gentle gentleman and speaks in a kindly manner.

"Thank you, Brother Gong." Meng Yuan agreed with a smile, and then curiously asked, "How long will it take for the reward to be issued?"

Meng Yuan is now extremely poor, so he borrowed two hundred taels from Master Nie. He gave half of it to the little girl to manage, and he didn't have much left of the other half after spending it today.

Therefore, Meng Yuan wanted to get some money as soon as possible.

"What's the hurry?" the angel interrupted, "You don't want to get it in ten days or half a month?"

"..." Meng Yuan smiled knowingly and asked, "Brother Baoxi, what is the reward for your contribution?"

"We need to go back and discuss this, and discuss the merits in detail. With me and Old Gong as witnesses, your small contribution will not be denied!" The Announcement Fairy was very familiar with this, and added, "Please treat me to a drink when the time comes."

Meng Yuan did not find it outrageous, but thought it was normal. In less than a quarter of an hour, everyone had finished packing.

The Taoist priest had disappeared, and everyone was riding horses and driving carts. Zhang Guinian seemed very tired, and he didn't even ride the horse. Instead, he dozed off on the donkey cart.

Meng Yuan, Gong Zihua and others followed the donkey cart with swords in hand, and the God of Good News led the way in front.

A group of forty or fifty people, most of whom were holding torches, came to the outside of the north city in a mighty procession and immediately led the local peasants out.

There were many believers present during the previous battle with Luo's mother, and they have already brought back the news.

Some brave people even stepped forward to ask the reason. Zhang Guinian specifically pointed to Gong Zihua and others to explain how Luo's mother first gave the patient medicine and then cured the disease.

"My benefactor!" Meng Yuan was just thinking that the little girl must be unable to sleep because he hadn't come back so late, when he saw Sister Hua and her brother kneeling in front of him.

"I'm not a benefactor, but I'm just repaying a favor." Meng Yuan helped Sister Hua and her brother up, "Live a good life in the future. Remember, all decent sects encourage people to be kind, filial to their parents, and friendly to their relatives and friends. Those who ask you to make offerings, recite scriptures, and sing scriptures are those with bad intentions."

"Remember, I remember! They are not doing this for my own good, they have bad intentions!" Sister Hua had tears in her eyes, "I have finally understood that everyone in this world is a bitch. Only my benefactor is not a bitch."

Meng Yuan pinched his brows and said, "Go, live a good life."

"What's your name?" Sister Hua walked a few steps and turned back to ask.

Meng Yuan smiled and shook his head without saying much.

"My lover asked for your name!" Zhang Guinian was sitting on the donkey cart and still had time to joke.

After Sister Hua and her brother walked away, Meng Yuan also got on the donkey cart.

It was late at night, Zhang Guinian took out a token and asked Zhang Lingfeng to ask someone to open the city gate.

After a while, the city gate opened and a group of people went into the city again.

"You are good, kid. Not only have you reached the eighth rank, but you also saved Xiao Gong's life. It seems that you don't just think about women!" Zhang Guinian sat on the donkey cart, patted Meng Yuan on the shoulder, and chatted: "You have made contributions. Come back to the garrison with me. I will commend you for your achievements and we will put them on paper!"

"Uncle Zhang, I didn't report my visit today, so I have to go back quickly." Meng Yuan was not in a hurry to be commended.

Although they were a visiting army this time, they fought to the death. Meng Yuan would not give up any credit for the achievement, as it was what he deserved.

But Meng Yuan saw clearly that he was a modest gentleman, gentle as jade, and he was too thin-skinned.

I was just cheated out of my meal money last time. If I go to share my achievements, I estimate that only 60% to 70% of my 100% contribution will be left on paper, and I may even have to spend money on a celebration banquet.

Moreover, he was not familiar with the situation in the garrison and did not know how the credit was divided.

Therefore, you have to find someone who is thick-skinned, even shameless, and who understands the market to talk to.

Only Master Nie can accomplish this kind of thing.

Moreover, his abilities were taught by Master Nie. He had killed enemies and made meritorious services outside, so he could ask for credit and feel proud.

"I will ask Master Nie to take me to the garrison tomorrow. Uncle Zhang will take me to see the world. Master Nie will definitely be very grateful." Meng Yuan said honestly.

As expected, Zhang Guinian immediately became anxious, "Uncle Zhang is very happy that you came to help him. But Uncle Zhang is not happy that you let Old Nie come to take credit for the achievement."

"As long as Uncle Zhang is happy! When the credit comes, I will treat Uncle Zhang to mutton soup!" Meng Yuan pretended not to understand. Seeing that they had entered the city, he hurriedly bowed to Zhang Guinian, jumped off the donkey cart and ran away.

"This kid..." Zhang Guinian opened his mouth, "He seemed quite honest, but I didn't expect that he had learned bad things from Old Nie!"

(End of this chapter)