Rainy day.

The Taoist temple is dim, and the small fire is swaying.

The purple clay pot "woo woo" is smoking.

Another little girl in a wide marijuana robe with medicine stewed on the stove moved a small bench and sat under the eaves of her house, watching the rain connect one by one, two, three, and four.

She has a rubber band in her mouth, her face is white, revealing a childish and bright face, Zhou Yushui's facial features are very delicate, and her complexion is white and red, like a porcelain doll carved in pink.

The little girl sat under the eaves, staring at the rain in a daze, her hands around the back of her head, and braiding herself.

On the bed behind him, there was a white-haired teenager, breathing evenly, seemingly asleep, but he turned over very gently, pillowed his arms, and looked at his sister silently, looking a little lonely and complicated...... He is much better these days.

It has something to do with the two young men who came to the temple before.

The arm that Zhou Jing pillowed under his head, holding a green slip in his palm, the texture was as smooth as jade, and it always overflowed with refreshing warmth.

Zhou Yushui said that it was two fairy-like men and women who gave this Qingjian.

As for why.

She didn't say anything.

Zhou Yushui's name has the word "rainwater" in it.

The rain stings is the name of the solar term.

Whenever it rains, the little guy likes to carry the bench and sit alone in front of the Taoist temple in a daze, Zhou Jingzhen knows that he is sick and sleeps for a long time, and there is no one in the Taoist temple to talk to her, so Zhou Yushui likes to be in a daze and has already learned to live a quiet life alone.

In this Pure Land world, not everyone is happy.

Take them, for example.

They are very lonely.

In Lingshan, where 100,000 Buddhist temples have been built, only the two of them live in a dilapidated Taoist temple, and the crowds of people coming and going, and the bustling and cheerful have nothing to do with them...... It's like birds flying through the sky, they don't belong here, but they can't get out of here.

Zhou Jingzhen just wanted to speak.

A dome bird that landed on the eaves spread its wings with great acuteness, flew up with a clatter, and flew away against the rain line.

Here it comes.

He hurriedly narrowed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

"The brother and sister surnamed Zhou live here......"

A hoarse voice of a middle-aged man sounded in the distance.

"Bang".

The broken door of the Taoist temple was kicked open by someone, and he fell into the rain, and Zhou Yushui, who was sitting on a small bench watching the rain, frowned and looked at the door...... Three or five big men, the comers were not good, and their faces were fierce, and the one leading the way in front was a bowed man with a rickety figure and a lewd face.

"Zhen Daodao......" Zhou Yushui raised his eyebrows, stood up, and quietly pulled out a silver cool sharp knife from the side of the stove and hid it in his sleeve.

The guy who followed him on the street for days.

It's just that Zhen Daodao's face is also ugly at this moment, half of his eyes are dark and blue, black, his lips are swollen, bloodshot, and his clothes are tattered.

Zhou Yushui understood what was happening in an instant.

He hurt Zhen Daode for several days and did not succeed, and when he encountered the Obon Festival, the law was strictly investigated, and under high pressure, there was no harvest, these hooligans splashed their skins, and there was an underworld force behind them, most of them were held accountable by the gang, and they threw the pot on their heads.

Zhou Yushui said quietly: "Come here, a few people won't come to drink tea, right?"

The big man at the head wears one

Hat, dressed in a robe, eight feet tall, with a tiger-headed knife at his waist, looks extremely terrifying.

He walked silently in the front, and after entering the temple, he didn't look around, and walked straight towards Zhou Yushui, and when she finished saying the word "drink tea", the man in the hat stepped into the main gate of the temple gate with an expressionless face.

"Bang"!

The purple clay pot and the stove were kicked over by him, and the sparks in the Taoist temple were splashed, coal was spilled, hot tea was spilled on the ground, and smoke and mist rose.

It's choking.

The big man stood in front of Zhou Yushui so calmly.

The little girl was trembling all over, she stubbornly raised her head, and met the indifferent gaze under the man's hat, but her voice was unusually calm.

"If you break something, you have to pay for it. ”

Zhen Daodao, who was held by the other two big men on his shoulders, listened to Zhou Yushui's words, his heart and liver trembled, and he couldn't help but stop his head, not wanting to see the tragedy that happened next.

The girl's voice was shattered by the rain.

The temple was unusually quiet.

This extremely quiet, suffocating dead silence lasted for nearly ten breaths.

The man in the hat snorted, and it was another kick.

The stove that was stewing medicinal herbs was kicked out of the Dao Temple by him, tilted out in the drizzly empty courtyard, and the medicine that Zhou Yushui had spent a lot of effort to buy back was poured on the ground.

The girl's eyes were bloodshot.

The man in the hat stretched out a hand and pointed to the shattered medicine pot in the courtyard, the extinguished stove.

Dog's breakfast.

He asked calmly, "Do you have to pay for this?"

Zhou Yushui twisted his waist violently, lifted the straddle, and the silver sword light instantly drew an arc and stabbed towards the man in the hat.

A sneer.

The man in the hat stretched out two fingers, sideways to avoid the knife at the same time, his fingers popped out, "snap", the sharp knife flew out, nailed to a wooden wall pillar, the girl's slender wrist was grasped by the man, the tall man was expressionless and carried Zhou Yushui to the ground almost off the ground, his palm was forced, and the little girl kicked indiscriminately, all of which worked.

"It's timid, but it's useless. ”

The man in the hat spoke extremely indifferently, "I have long heard that there is a pair of beggar brothers and sisters who live in this ruined temple and have no ability, no different from death...... Do you know that I broke your things to give you face, and you still want compensation?"

Zhou Yushui's braid, which had just been tied, fell off under the struggle, and the girl wore her hair scattered, and lifted it to the man fiercely, and roared angrily: "Debt repayment, it is justified, you broke my medicine pot, why don't you compensate?"

The man in the hat was expressionless, carried the little girl around in a circle, threw her away, slammed her into a temple pillar, and then stepped on her injured wrist, squatted down, lifted her hair, and looked expressionless, "Why? Because you are a beggar." ”

These days, it's not going well.

The uncles of the Vinaya, he can't afford to mess with.

This pair of beggar brothers and sisters, can he still not afford to provoke?

The man in the hat stared at Zhou Yushui, this little girl was very stubborn and had backbone, and she even asked herself why?

Just because you're a beggar.

So he deserves to be bullied, so he is not qualified to ask why.

He wanted to slap it down, but after careful inspection, this beggar sister turned out to be quite a peugeot, a little jasper, and she should be a little beauty when she grows up.

The man in the hat was slightly stunned, and a figure suddenly came from behind.

He frowned, and saw a white-haired young man, holding a sharpened branch, bouncing off the quiet bed and stabbing at him.

He got up and spun around with a kick that kicked Zhou Jing's chest hard, reducing the gray hair

Nian was knocked down at the waist and coughed up a large pool of blood.

The man in the hat smiled and said, "This is your sick brother, and you still have the strength to get out of bed?"

He carried the little girl, tied her hands behind his back, pressed them to the ground, and said Mu Ran: "I came here this time to tell you a ...... Two things. ”

"This ruined temple doesn't have to stay in the future. Lingshan does not welcome other beliefs, what is enshrined in this Broken Dao Temple?" he smiled and said, "Zhenwu Emperor?

"You brothers and sisters, you have ruined my good deeds, these days there is no gain, the lost money will be counted on the heads of both of you, if you can't afford to compensate, then smash this dwelling, just the beginning, from now on, you owe me a hundred taels of silver, every other day, the interest will rise, until it is repaid, you will be free. The man with a hat said expressionlessly: "You can try to escape from Lingshan, I will send someone to keep an eye on you, without the protection of the Law Sect, the day you leave Lingshan will be your death." ”

Zhou Yushui roared hoarsely: "You bastard!"

The man in the hat was expressionless and gave her a slap in the face.

"Smack".

The girl's cheeks were red and swollen, her hair was scattered, covering her eyes, two lines of clear tears fell silently, she gritted her teeth, her body trembled, but she couldn't say a word.

The man in the hat said calmly: "If you don't want to repay the debt, there is also a way, the little girl surnamed Zhou will go back with me, I will have fun, I will give you a freedom, and give you a lot of money, so that you can have a safe place to live." ”

He smiled, patted the white-haired young man's head with one hand, pulled up his hair, and said, "Little beggar, how about it? Sell your sister, pay off a debt, and make a lot of money, isn't this a loss?"

Zhou was stunned and wanted to raise his head, but the man in the hat held down his head, pressed his cheeks to the ground, wiped blood from his lips and teeth and the ground, and the other party's indifferent and slow questioning tone sounded in his ears.

"What, what, what?"

Zhou Jingzhen's vision blurred, and he raised his eyes with difficulty to look at his sister, and saw a lonely and dead silence.

At this moment, he thought about death again.

This is not the first time he has felt so much "pessimism", and there is pain.

But for the first time, a deep despair swelled up in his heart.

His body...... Because of illness, I was too weak.

He was too weak.

Too weak...... So you can only be bullied.

The man in the hat twisted the girl's hands with one hand, pressed her to her knees, and forced her to look at the cruel scene...... With his other hand, he grabbed Zhou Jing's hair, and slammed the white-haired boy's head to the ground again and again.

Blood blurred.

The man in the hat didn't notice that the dilapidated and silent statue of the True Martial Emperor, his eyes seemed to have a spiritual light, and the dust shook off silently.

The light in the white-haired boy's eyes dimmed.

His consciousness was shattered, and only one thought flashed through his mind.

If you can get rid of this painful, weak, humble life......

He is willing to pay the price of everything.

Followed by.

A soft voice sounded in Zhou's heart.

"Willing to pay the price of everything...... Doesn't it matter if you die?"

The young man's crippled consciousness was stunned.

He seemed to be standing in a strange perspective, looking at his body as a stranger, and was constantly being carried by his head and smashed to the ground, the green bricks shattered, and blood splattered everywhere......

It's not far from death.

He smiled and replied, "It doesn't matter. ”