At the foot of the lonely Hongye Mountain, dozens of people suddenly appeared, braved the snow to drive out the darkness.

They are all people in Jiming Village.
Just a few hours ago, a short blade washed the village.
Some people died, some children died, some husbands died, some wives died, some brothers died, some parents died.
They all lost loved ones.
That handle doesn’t ask, doesn’t ask, and the indiscriminate short blade somehow lost its life.
They met the devil.
Devil dressed in black and beautiful.
They begged to kneel on their knees in the cold wind and snowstorm, and begged the people in the temple to save the living Buddha
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Snow in the night
There was a bonfire at the head of the village.
I don’t know whether it is the smell of blood dispersed by the wind or the fire burning, which wakes up many German shepherd dogs in the village.
Dogs bark one after another.
More and more villagers were awakened by the strange noise in the middle of the night
Ali sat by the campfire.
The red fire reflect that beautiful but indifferent face.
Those handsome raven eyes stared at the bonfire stupefied, and no one knew what to think.
The blade with short blade has been washed by snow water, and the blade on both knees is still sharper than before.
In the distance, I learned that the footsteps of Suosuo were in a hurry and messy.
The elite Ali, who is flying south as a guest, has his own hearing and distinguishing personnel. There are traces of the yogi stepping on the snow in that panic step.
But she didn’t stretch her eyebrows.
Because she knew that the villagers didn’t invite people, and she wanted to wait for someone.
Villagers are surrounded by the old Zen master of Hongye Temple.
Zen master Hongye looked at the patroness who had been a guest in the mountain not long ago, and felt that Ali was climbing all over with the bonfire. In the middle of the night, the old Zen master put his hands together and declared a Buddhist name.
"I, Buddha’s merciful benefactor, must not add another obstacle to killing."
Ali never believes in Buddha, let alone Buddha’s compassion.
When she was a child, she was hungry and naked, and the experience she relied on had already made her see the world clearly.
Heaven is cruel to all things.
Can everything be benevolent?
Ali’s bright eyes reveal irony: "Does the Zen master know how to cross others as if he were crossing himself?"
Ali’s murder has climbed to the peak.
The north wind is getting worse.
There are some slight cracks in the robes of the old Zen master.
Master Hongye sighed bitterly in his heart.
If I can save these koo people behind me, who will go to hell if I don’t go to hell!
The Zen master lies in the snow like a bodhisattva with a low eyebrow.
"Amitabha …"
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It’s already late at night
Dare not disobey Ali’s orders, the villagers carried the cold body of the old Zen master to Momijiyama.
Zen master hongye died.
Monks in the mountains are like the tide.
There are bells and drums from Nanshan Drum Tower to swing in this snowy and quiet world, as if Buddhist sounds were singing to send the old Zen master to the west.
The young devil’s hand led the lamp to repair it, and many people were born along the steps.