Dream Picking Records

Looking at the crying sturdy man, Wang Xiao had a different opinion of him, and his next words made him decide to get involved.

"But recently I heard that my second uncle was discussing with others about the national master, killing my eldest brother, and not being able to find something... How could my second uncle kill my father when he was so kind to me?"

Wu Jing had woken up at some point and heard what he said, but he was not angry. He just smiled at Wang Xiaoyu, then sent a message to Wang Xiaoyu: "Half a year ago, my sect did send a senior monk to Feishan, but when he arrived, Feishan was deserted. And my Buddha believes in fate when saving people, and never forces anything."

“Oh?” Wang Xiao became interested after hearing this, and after thinking about it, he sent a message to Wujing: “If what Daoist Fellow Wujing said is true, then there is something wrong with his second uncle.”

Wujing was a little annoyed: "Yes, I think so too. Can you ask where his second uncle is? I want to find out."

"Why don't you ask yourself?"

Wang Xiao said with a smile, while Wujing looked a little embarrassed.

"He has some misunderstandings about Buddhism, and I'm afraid he won't tell me."

Wang Xiao stopped teasing him and turned to Wang Xiaoyu and said, "How about you come with us to find your second uncle tomorrow?"

He originally wanted to come out to find the answer, and now that he had a helper he agreed without hesitation.

"Okay, I'll go with the Taoist priest and the bald... monk." He smiled naively and apologized to Wujing.

"Does Donor Murong want to go too?"

"I'll go join in the fun."

"Mr. Murong, I have another question."

"Please say."

Wu Jing looked puzzled and asked, "If his father's matter is related to his second uncle, is it too cruel to take him there?"

Wang Xiao hesitated for a moment and replied, "Some things are better ended early."

"Amitabha."

Wang Xiao suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to ask something important, "Wang, um, Wang Xiaoyu, what realm is your second uncle in now?"

"When I left a week ago, he was at the eighth level of Guiyuan."

"Does he have any helpers at a higher level?"

"Let me think about it... Oh, yes, he has two capable men at the eighth level of Guiyuan."

After finding out everything, he was about to go back to sleep, but he saw Wujing following him with no intention of leaving.

"Aren't you going back inside?"

"Haha, no need. I'll just stay here for one night."

At noon the next day, the three men arrived at a town at the foot of Daoshan Mountain.

"Come with me."

Wang Xiaoyu led the way and came straight to a luxurious mansion with the words "Zhang Mansion" inscribed on a plaque.

In this world, have all the bandits set up camp in the city?

When the two were puzzled, Wang Xiaoyu walked up and knocked on the door. After a while, a young man walked out of the mansion.

"Oh, the former eldest son of Feishan is back! He even made a couple of bad friends while running away." The man's words and expression were extremely harsh.

"Let me see, a monk and a Taoist priest, are you going to perform a ritual for your father, haha!"

"Brother, I want to see my second uncle." Wang Xiaoyu still smiled naively.

"My dad is busy, he doesn't have time to care about you. Go wherever you want to have fun." The man rolled his eyes and walked away with a frivolous step.

"Hey, Taoist priest, senior monk, let's go in."

Judging from Wang Xiaoyu’s indifferent look, it must have been a long time since he was bullied because of his mental disability.

"Amitabha." Wujing chanted the Buddha's name, and his determination to find out the truth and save those who were destined to be liberated became stronger and stronger.

Wang Xiao and Wujing began to investigate with their mental powers as soon as they entered the mansion. They could clearly sense three particularly powerful forces, which should be the second uncle and two capable men that Wang Xiaoyu mentioned.

The three of them sensed the invasion of mental power and responded immediately.

"How dare you! Who dares to act so recklessly in Zhang's house?"

The three of them quickly left the room and stood in front of Wang Xiao and the other two. Soon after, the servants in the mansion surrounded them in full armor. They were all ferocious and pointed their weapons at them.

"My dear nephew, the friend you brought back here doesn't know the rules."

The middle-aged man in the lead had a scary scar in the middle of his face, and his wolf-like eyes gave off an oppressive feeling. He was carefully examining Wang Xiao and Wujing.

"Uncle, I have something I want to ask you."

"what's up."

"Has my father really been converted by Buddhism?"

Wang Xiaoyu was silent for a while, then raised his head and stared at his second uncle. His eyes seemed clearer and braver.

"It seems you know everything."

The middle-aged man tilted his neck left and right and spoke sinisterly. Suddenly, he put his face close to Wang Xiaoyu, staring at his nephew ferociously with wide eyes.

"That's right, your father was killed by me, Zhang Shicheng."

Seeing Wang Xiaoyu fall to the ground in fright, Zhang Shicheng laughed wildly and mockingly.

"You even named yourself Xiaoyu, but you turned out to be a fool just like your father! Haha, this really makes me laugh to death. My stubborn elder brother actually wants to do some chivalrous thing. Can you get enough food by doing chivalrous things? Huh?"

Zhang Shicheng roared again: "I am not like you now. I can get wind and rain whenever I want. Who dares not to obey my orders?"

"Amitabha, if the donor persists in his wrong course, he will eventually burn himself to death."

"Well, what did you say, little bald donkey?"

When the three men heard this, they flew into a rage and released all their aura, trying to crush the little monk in front of them.

Wu Jing was unmoved and said to Wang Xiao calmly, "Donor Murong, take Donor Wang out first. I will come back to you after I have saved them."

"Okay." Wang Xiao picked up Wang Xiaoyu and walked out. With a wave of his sleeves, he knocked out all the soldiers who blocked the way. He didn't care about their anger at all.

"court death!"

The three of them did not despise the little monk who came to them, and used all their skills to kill the little bald monk as quickly as possible. They used the big to bully the small, and the many to bully the few, and they occupied them all at once.

They don't care about morality, otherwise they wouldn't have killed their former big brother.

"Ding."

Wujing directly used the golden body of Buddhism!

Wang Xiao instantly felt the momentum. After all, he had faced it personally before, and he had seen Sima Jinghong use it at the Demon Extermination Conference. In comparison, the defective golden body used by Cai Deming was not worth mentioning at all.

"Master, is it okay for us to leave the senior monk alone?"

Wang Xiaoyu was frightened by his second uncle's fierce look. Just as he recovered, he became very worried about the situation inside.

Wang Xiao looked at him who was taller than himself and said to him in comfort: "Don't worry, even if there are two more Zhang Shichengs, they may not be his match."

Inside the mansion, Wujing easily dispelled the attacks of the three. As for the servants, they had no desire to fight at all when facing his indestructible golden body. The next second, waves of Buddhist chants continued to echo in their minds for a long time.

Everyone stood still, passively accepting the baptism of Buddhism, and the aura on their bodies was removed like peeling off silk threads from a cocoon.

"Amitabha."

About three minutes later, Wujing chanted the Buddha's name and slapped the two generals and all the servants, leaving nothing behind.

Zhang Shicheng was left alone, sitting on the ground with a pale face, begging for mercy incoherently.

"Master, Bodhisattva, Buddha, please have mercy on me and spare my life! You can even let me work like a cow or a horse, ah, I can give you all my property!"

Zhang Shicheng once forged a story that his elder brother had been converted by Buddhism, but he never expected that one day he would actually be saved by Buddhism.

Wu Jing saw that Zhang Shicheng's situation did not meet his expectations, so he shook his head slightly, reflected on himself, and felt that his level of salvation was not enough, and he needed to work harder in the future. Then he sent a message to the two people outside the door.

"Please come in, two donors."

Wang Xiao sensed that two of the three people's auras in the mansion had disappeared. He was wondering, he didn't see anyone running away? After hearing Wujing's voice, the two walked in.

The Zhang Mansion was spotless, and only Zhang Shicheng's voice begging for mercy destroyed the quiet beauty.

The two men opened their mouths in surprise. One couldn't believe that Wujing could save everyone, and the other couldn't believe that Wujing could save everyone.