You Jianghu people really know how to play

Tang Ou stopped talking after only one sentence, and looked at Xin Muyun quietly.

Xin Muyun took a few breaths and shouted angrily, "Don't lie!"

He was very excited, and his voice was so high that it broke.

But he also knew that Tang Ou would not lie to him about this kind of thing.

Tang Ou added slowly: "It's not a comfortable death. If you want to hear it, I can tell you slowly."

Xin Muyun's chest rose and fell, holding the string of Buddhist beads, trembling all over: "Tang Ou... Tang Ou!"

"Amitabha." Xinghai turned to Tang Ou, and said slowly, "Don't be impatient, benefactor Tang. Benefactor Xin has put down the butcher knife, and all grievances and grievances are gone..."

Tang Ou stabbed the sword in his hand fiercely to the ground: the piercing sound of cracking stones interrupted Xing Hai's words.

"Who said all grievances are gone?" Tang Ou said, "He has become a member of your Shaolin Temple. You want to protect him. What does this have to do with us?"

Xinghai stared at him, and smiled slightly.

The meaning in that smile was very complicated, but Tang Ou understood it in an instant.

Xinghai meant that he was too naive.

Dharma has somehow become a natural refuge.Those who are guilty, those who are dead, and those who are in pain come here one after another, in order to find a place to live under this Bodhi.So those with evil intentions, such as speculators like Xin Muyun, also took the opportunity to rush over.

There are very few people in the Jianghu who still carry a knife to seek after the enemy's family converts to Buddhism.One is that it is difficult to enter the Shaolin Temple, and the other is that it is tantamount to making the Shaolin Temple an enemy.

As one of the oldest gangs in the world of mortals, although Shaolin Temple claims not to be involved in disputes in the world of mortals, it has actually been deeply involved in the world of mortals.

It and Wudang are the two sects with the most upright face, but they are also the most unshakable power in the world.

Tang Ou stared at Xinghai.He seemed to know this monk, but also seemed to have never seen him before.

Everyone has their own interests, and he understands it very well.My father has been in the business field for many years. Although he has never been involved, he also understands that profit is the eternal and greatest pursuit.Tang Ou pulled out the sword, his hands were actually trembling.He couldn't help himself from thinking about what happened on Ziyun Peak.The bald-headed monks went up the mountain with a high-sounding reason, and then killed the person he respected and relied on the most.

It is impossible to forcibly take Xin Muyun away here. Seeing his pale face and trembling lips, Tang Ou felt an inexplicable joy in his heart.

"The Buddha must also bless you, Lord Xinbao." He said softly, "May you be alone in all your lives, with separated relatives, no friends and no friends, miserable life every day, and a lonely ghost with nowhere to go after death." lean on."

At this moment, he decided that he would never tell Xin Muyun about Ah Sui.He understood why Bailiji concealed Ah Sui's existence - facing such a person, torturing him slowly in this way was more refreshing than letting him collapse.

Also more efficient.

Tang Ou turned around and strode towards Zhaoxu who was wrestling with Lin Shaoyi.

Although Zhaoxu didn't want to fight him, Lin Shaoyi was really merciless, he made a long spear extremely flexible, and his moves went straight to the vitals.

Tang Ou stepped into the battle circle, Lin Shaoyi was startled, and quickly put away his weapon.Before Zhaoxu understood why Tang Ou rushed in, Tang Ou had already dragged him out and threw him to the ground.

Amid the Shaolin monk's scolding, Tang Ou frowned tightly, and hit Zhaoxu ten times in a row.

Punch to the flesh.

He was obviously angry, Shen Guangming didn't dare to go forward to pull him, only Lin Shaoyi pushed him away: "Enough!"

Tang Ou became ruthless, making people very strange.He stopped, wiped the blood off the back of his hands, got up and left without looking back.Shen Guangming hesitated for a moment, then ran after him.

Tang Ou walked so fast that he couldn't keep up at all, so he hurriedly called him: "Tang Ou!"

The snow was still falling, and Tang Ou's head and shoulders were covered with snow flakes. As soon as he got close, he was immediately blown away by his Qingyang true energy.

He walked so that his chest hurt, he turned around and grabbed Shen Guangming and hugged him into his arms.Shen Guangming was hugged too tightly by him, he couldn't breathe for a while, and was startled.

"Let's go." Tang Ou said with a low voice, "Don't stay here. I don't like...I don't like..."

"Okay, okay." Shen Guangming patted him on the back to comfort him, "Where do you want to go? Let's go."

Tang Ou was at a loss for a moment, then whispered: "Go home."

The two did not bid farewell to Lin Shaoyi.Tang Ou seemed unwilling to stay in this Buddhist temple for a moment, and left hand in hand with Shen Guangming.

It was the first time for Shen Guangming and him to walk hand in hand, and it felt fresh and nervous.

It was dark and transparent, and the snow slowly stopped.The soldiers at the checkpoint at the foot of the mountain cheered up and patrolled more closely.Tang Ou held Shen Guangming's waist and used lightness kung fu to go all the way down, passing through the checkpoint without stopping.

Back in Lingyong City, he still held Shen Guangming's hand tightly.There are almost no people in the streets and alleys of the city. Occasionally, a drunk stops at the corner to vomit and moan. Otherwise, there is endless silence.It was not easy to pass through the gate of Lingyong City, so the two found a place to sit in a nearby alley and waited slowly for the dawn.

Tang Ou was speechless all the way, Shen Guangming knew that he felt uncomfortable, but he couldn't think of how to comfort him.He was slow to express, but also slow to appease, the sound of singing, dancing and music came from nowhere in the city, and he felt even more miserable in this solitude, and even those joyful words were tainted with the chill of frost and snow.

At this time, a Kongming lantern was suddenly raised somewhere in the city.

The light is dim yellow, and it seems to be crumbling in the wind, slowly rising upwards.

"This is a lamp for praying for children's souls." Tang Ou said suddenly from the side, "Did you see the pattern on the lamp?"

"I see." Shen Guangming nodded.

"When a child under the age of ten passes away, a Kongming lantern must be placed on him. This is the custom of Lingyong." Tang Ou's voice was very soft and cold, "Too young and no one to lead him, leaving They don’t know where they are going after leaving the house. They cannot be allowed to wander into the world and become lonely ghosts. Such patterns are painted on the lamps, and it is said that they can lead children’s souls to the sky.”

"Go to the sky?" Shen Guangming swallowed back the last sentence "Why not go down".

"Having not been stained with the dust of the secular world, it is natural to go back to the sky." Tang Ou said slowly, "It's just that this Kongming Lantern can't be put on if you want to. The pattern on it is drawn by a master of Taoism. A tael of silver."

Shen Guangming couldn't help being speechless: "It's so expensive!"

"Poor people have no money to buy, so they have to watch every night. When a wealthy family releases a Kongming lantern, they will immediately light three small incense sticks to call out the child's soul and let him follow other people's lamps." Tang Ou watched as he drifted away. said the far lamp.

It is getting higher and smaller, like a small star in the distant sky.

And above these thick clouds, there are thousands of stars in the world, quietly waiting for a new guest.

Shen Guangming asked curiously: "What if you are not as weak as the crown, and you don't have such a young child?"

"Then there is no way. If you see it, you should be able to follow it." Tang Ou replied perfunctorily.

After he finished speaking, he tilted his head on Shen Guangming's shoulder.

The two leaned close to each other, seeing the sky bright.

At dawn, the sun came out.

The snow began to melt, and people felt even colder.Tang Ou and Shen Guangming bought two horses, said hello to Shaoyimeng, who was acting as a vegetable vendor by the city gate, and left through the city gate.

"Go to Sima's side before going home." Tang Ou said suddenly.

Shen Guangming finally laughed out loud at this moment: "Sure enough!"

Tang Ou wondered: "So what?"

"You really are not reconciled." Shen Guangming caught up with him and walked side by side with him, "There is no way to deal with Xin Muyun through force, there are other ways. I still remember Lin Shaoyi saying on Ziyun Peak that day if."

Tang Ou turned his head to look at him, with repressed excitement in his eyes: "That's right. If you violate the fundamental law, or cause trouble, Abbot Bai will discuss it publicly, or report to you. This is the temple rule of Shaolin, and it is also the law of our dynasty. Law."

"Punishment is a felony, and it belongs to Yousi." Shen Guangming continued, "Even if Xin Muyun becomes a Shaolin monk, what he committed will not be erased."

"Go to Sima Feng and Chi Yebai, they can help." Tang Ou's heart suddenly widened: he didn't expect Shen Guangming to still remember what he realized.

The two of them stopped talking and rode their horses to gallop ahead.Horseshoes kick up extremely high dust on the dry road in winter.

At this time, the sun was shining brightly, and the snow outside the Buddhist temple wall was slowly melting.

The snow melted and collapsed, revealing the cold body of a young boy buried in the snow.

Before the members of the Shaoyi League left Lingyong City, Lin Shaoyi kept a few elite fighters and asked them to keep an eye on Shu Lang and the others.

In the past few days, all members of the beggar gang have rushed to the Buddhist temple, but Xing Hai and others have already left, and it is useless for them to embarrass the abbot.Lin Shaoyi and Seventh Uncle had a hasty meeting.The old man seemed to have aged ten years overnight, and his temples were full of gray hair.He didn't say anything, but only got the attitude of Xing Hai and others towards A Sui's death from Lin Shaoyi.

Xin Muyun didn't admit that he did it, so naturally Xinghai and the others wouldn't admit it either.

Uncle Qi didn't need them to admit it, the answer was too obvious.He followed the route that Xing Hai and the others left.

Lin Shaoyi knew what he wanted to do.The beggar gang has the qualifications and the ability to be an enemy of Shaolin, and Seventh Uncle has never been afraid of it.

Before leaving, Ah Jia and Ah Yi came to him with a box of wound medicines and asked him, "Leader, what should we do with these things?"

Lin Shaoyi: "Throw it away."

The two looked at each other, and continued to say without fear of death: "The leader painstakingly collected these, and they are helpful to Master Xu."

On the day of the fire, Zhaoxu helped put out the fire for a long time, choking and crying, and later left the root cause of the disease.Lin Shaoyi looked at those wound medicines and was very irritable. He gritted his teeth and said, "Throw it away."

He didn't get angry at A and B. Although his face was fierce at this time, the two only thought he was joking, and put away the wound medicine carefully: "Give it to the master when you have a chance later."

"Master was really hurt this time. Hero Tang is really merciless." A Yi continued A Jia's words, "The leader must be in a hurry."

Lin Shaoyi: "Who is in a hurry? What are you in a hurry for?"

The two looked at each other quickly, and said in unison: "Worried about Tang Daxia's hand."

Lin Shao was angry and drove the two of them away.

A and B never threw away the wound medicine, but kept it carefully.The box was also picked by Lin Shaoyi himself. It is said that it was written by a master. The two of them didn't know how to tell the difference.

The goal of the Shaoyi League is the same as that of Tang and Chen: Lin Shaoyi also wants to use the power of Sima Feng and Chi Yebai to severely damage Shaolin.

On the day of leaving Lingyong City, the spies in charge of monitoring Shu Lang and others reported that Shu Lang left the city alone and returned to Diren's land.

Lin Shaoyi thought of what Sima Feng and Chi Yebai had said, and couldn't help but sneer: "I can bet you that Mu Le's son will do what his grandfather did."

Ah Jia and Ah Yi were at a loss: "What? Are you playing with dead people?"

Lin Shaoyi shook his head mysteriously, waved his hand, and everyone got on their horses, left Lingyong City, and went straight to Sima's family.

On this day, it really rained lightly.

The forests on the mountain are lush, the water vapor is abundant, and it is fresh.

It’s just that it’s inconvenient when night falls: the road is cold and muddy, and the rainwater accumulated on the leaves falls heavily, hitting the monks’ bare heads.

A figure in coir raincoat walked slowly on the mountain path.In his hand is a newly broken branch, used as a crutch, supporting him slowly up the mountain.

The spring breeze also turned cold at night, carrying a cool feeling, passing through the mountains and forests, and rushing straight into his arms.

He walked for a while and rested for a while, walked for a while, and rested for a while.

The thick clouds parted a bit, revealing half of the moon's chubby face.

The monk looked up and suddenly saw a ragged man standing on the dark mountain road ahead.

He was stunned for a moment, then recognized the person coming by the thin moonlight, smiled, raised his palm and said "Amitabha".

"Rujing, is that so?" The man came out from the shadow of the tree, with gray hair and bright eyes, he was the Seventh Uncle of the Beggar Gang.He looked the monk up and down, and asked with a sneer, "Should I still call you Xin Muyun?"

"After entering the Buddhist sect, the common name will go away. The little monk Rujing has met the seventh uncle of the Beggar Gang." Xin Muyun still smiled.

He described it as skinny and shriveled, his originally handsome face collapsed, as if he had gone through a torment in the world.

Uncle Qi looked at him coldly.He has been watching him for a while, and knows that he can't fall asleep every night. He meditates alone in the meditation room, or whispers, as if talking to others, or sits and recites scriptures, chanting the mantra of the past life.

He didn't know where the gods and ghosts were pestering Xin Muyun, but he was very happy to see him so haggard.

"I heard that you have been looking for another child from Xinjiabao, Xin Chen?" Uncle Seven asked.

Xin Muyun was startled when he heard the words, and finally raised his head to look directly at Qi Shu: "What do you mean?"

"I know where that child is now." Uncle Qi gritted his teeth and smiled, "Do you want to hear it?"

Xin Muyun narrowed her eyes, not believing it.

Uncle Qi approached step by step, he didn't retreat or evade, his face was full of doubts, and he seemed to know what he was going to do, and his tone was somewhat relieved: "The benefactor... the benefactor is merciful, let's end it quickly."

"You'll never find him." Uncle Qi continued his words, suppressing the resentment and grief in his voice, and said word by word, "He is young but kind-hearted, straightforward and timid, and never intends to harm anyone. , and because they are always protected by the brothers in the gang, they are even ignorant of worldly affairs."

Xin Muyun was forced to take a step back, her feet were unsteady, and she almost fell.Although his martial arts were gone, his mind was still clear, Qi Shu's few words made him pale and speechless.

"I heard from Shen Guangming that he once told you that he saw a young man in purple who held half of your family's jade piece?" Uncle Qi still said softly, "You said he has an extraordinary bearing, a kind face and a kind heart?"

Xin Muyun's eyes were trembling, and he yelled out, "Liar!"

Uncle Seven raised his palm: "It's a pity. There is no way Ah Sui can grow up to that age. He will never be as old as you, and he will never have an extraordinary day."

Without hesitation, he used the full power of Fulong's Palm and hit Xin Muyun hard on the forehead.

Xin Muyun still had an expression of horror and despair on his face, his knees gave way, and he knelt down on the ground.Thick blood flowed out from his seven orifices, and his face looked even more terrifying.

He opened his mouth in vain and made a sound, but he couldn't utter a complete sentence at all.

"What?" Seventh Uncle asked indifferently.

Xin Muyun couldn't make a sound, she blinked her eyelids with difficulty, and a line of tears flowed out.

Uncle Qi sneered and pressed his head hard again, and slapped him again.He didn't let go until the person under him was completely silent.As soon as he let go of his hand, Xin Muyun fell limply to the ground.

"Tang Ou and Lin Shaoyi are too young, and everything doesn't have to be resolved in a fair and just way." Uncle Qi bent down and found half a piece of jade from his arms, and held it in his hand, "The one who killed you is Fu Long. Palm, this family is the only one in the world. Uncle Seven and the Beggar Gang, Shaolin people are welcome to come and look for them."

He got up and kicked Xin Muyun.The body under his feet has died and is limp.

Uncle Qi looked back at the majestic temple hidden in the night, then turned around and walked quickly down the mountain.

The half piece of jade that belonged to Xin Chen was placed in his arms carefully so that it would not be lost or shattered.

The clouds parted again, and the moonlight became brighter and colder.

On the dark mountain road, corpses were silently displayed.In the meditation room of the monk Rujing, a scripture book was opened by the cold wind.It was a strange book that taught people how to talk to the dead.In the thick darkness, there seems to be a soul sitting in the room, waiting for Mr. Mu Yun who will never return.

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