In order to avoid Daohua and others, Dao Yan calculated the time to get food for Morris's father and daughter every time, and left the temple immediately after taking it and never stayed for a moment, and at night he went to the 'Phoenix Well' to sleep with 'Tai Chi', fortunately, the weather was still not cold, 'Tai Chi' had thick fur, and they often hugged each other and slept against the cold mountain wind.

In the quiet courtyard of the guest house, Dao Yan observed that there was no one around, so he gently pushed open the wooden door of the master's meditation room, and found that some dust had accumulated on the table and the ground, and Zong Zhen seemed to have not come back for a long time. Dao Yan was about to leave after finding a few pieces of cotton cloth suitable for wrapping bay leaves in the suitcase, but he was hit hard from behind and passed out.

When Dao Yan woke up, he found that his hands were tied behind his back and hung in the firewood room, and his mouth was stuffed. Daohua shook the paper in his hand with a sneer, and Dao Yan saw that the paper was written: Money? Life? Dao Yan closed his eyes, waiting for disaster to strike like a lamb to the slaughter.

"This time you have to use some ruthless tricks, otherwise this little guy will not be obedient." Dao Hong gritted his teeth and said viciously.

"Break one of his dog's legs and see if he can comply." Dao Yan answered.

Daohua did not answer.

"Anyway, Zong Zhen's guy has been missing for many days, and no one will ask whether this kid is dead or alive." Dao Hong said anxiously.

Daohua frowned slightly and said, "Then let's do it." ”

Seeing Dao Yan and Dao Hong with blood-red eyes like beasts, smiling wickedly, and holding wooden sticks towards him viciously, Dao Yan knew what was going to happen, and he suddenly wanted to hold a steel knife in his hand at this moment, either to kill the other party or kill himself, but then immediately fainted.

Stirred by the cold water, Dao Yan came to his senses again, a pungent smell of burnt smell came to his face, and the sharp pain in his heart made him want to end himself as soon as possible, and the blood kept flowing from the top of his head. The body convulsed involuntarily due to the pain, convulsing like a dying frog. Dao Yan stood naked and sweaty in front of the stove heating the shovel. Dao Hong seemed to be tired, and was sitting on a bench panting, holding half of the wooden stick that was still dripping blood in his hand, and Dao Hua pushed the door in.

"Still refused?" Daohua asked, seemingly surprised.

Dao Hong shook his head weakly.

"There is no place on his body that can be burned anymore, and his legs are broken, he is already deaf, and it makes no difference whether he cuts his ears or not, otherwise he will be blind in one eye." Dao Yan said as he fiddled with the red-hot shovel in his hand.

"What if this kid can't stand it and dies?" Dao Hong asked as he gasped.

"The key is that if we can't get the silver taels, we can't pay off the debts we owe to the wine shop, the green building, and the gambling house, so we have to end up with this kid." Daohua stared at his blood-red eyes and said viciously.

Saying this, Dao Yan and Dao Hong trembled at the same time, and Dao Hua turned around and opened the door, "Poke it, even if he agrees now, how can he steal it, and if he dies, throw it down from the back cliff." With that, he walked out.

Dao Yan then lowered the shovel into the bucket, and the red shovel sizzled when it met the cold water, and a large amount of smoke rose out. Dao Yan then flipped the shovel over and placed the shovel handle on the charcoal stove to heat it.

"You're going to poke him in the eye with this?" Dao Hong asked in surprise.

Dao Yan smiled and said, "Since he is going to die, why don't you let me have a good time." ”

When Dao Yan walked towards Dao Yan with a hideous face and a red-hot shovel handle, Dao Yan's murderous intent rose again, and he immediately fainted again. Dao Yan seemed very disappointed after seeing Dao Yan pass out, roaring and trying to wake him up with cold water, but Dao Yan did not wake up, Dao Yan jumped like thunder, waved his hand and poked the hot shovel handle on Dao Yan's legs, seeing that Dao Yan had not woken up, Dao Yan was like a mad beast holding the shovel with both hands and beating Dao Yan indiscriminately, salivating and roaring: "Let you pretend to be dead, wake up Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will see your painful and desperate appearance." ”

Dao Hong looked at Dao Yan's eyes that had become excited and crazy because of cruelty, and couldn't help but tremble.

"Daoyan, save me... Daoyan, Daoyan... Help me... Help me ... Dao Yan. A girl's voice echoed in her ears. Dao Yan opened his eyes and couldn't help but be surprised, in front of him, the girl in white was hanging in the air covered in blood, and Dao Hua and the others were holding murder weapons and laughing around her. Dao Yan shouted, "Stop, don't hurt her." At the same time, he struggled desperately, but his body was like a stone statue, and he couldn't move. The girl in white seemed to hear his shout, and slowly raised her head, and Dao Yan's face was suddenly bloodless, "No... The red blood on the white cheeks of the girl in white in front of her was slowly flowing down from the two burnt blood holes.

Dao Yan woke up and found that he was being carried upside down to the mountain, and 'Tai Chi' quietly followed a few steps away, Dao Yan endured severe pain and wanted to signal 'Tai Chi' to escape, but when he saw it, he signaled Dao Yan not to make a sound.

On the back cliff, Dao Yan was about to accumulate strength to throw Dao Yan down the mountain stream, when suddenly a sharp pain in his leg came as if he had been bitten by some wild beast, and then as soon as his hands were released, Dao Yan slid off his back. As soon as Dao Yan turned around, he saw a pair of sharp claws in front of him, and he howled miserably, and his eyes were bloody. 'Tai Chi' saw the opportunity, pushed hard with both palms, Dao Yan stepped into the air, and fell off the cliff with a long scream.

There was a sharp pounding on the door, and Morris took his scimitar and walked down the tower, and the two girls also woke up from their sleep, and followed their father with a little anxiety. After lighting the oil lamp, Morris opened the tower door, only to see a small creature covered in mud and blood standing pitifully in the doorway with a medicine bottle and a bay leaf in its mouth, and next to him lay a bloodied, ragged little monk who had passed out.

"Daddy, think of another way." The girl in white asked anxiously.

Morris shook his head helplessly and said, "He is too badly injured, he has lost too much blood, he has lost his breath, I can't do anything, may Allah forgive him." Qin'er, you go find a blanket, I'll put him in the sarcophagus outside, and tomorrow I will send someone to bury him according to their customs. ”

The girl in white brought her blanket with tears and helped Morris wrap it up, and Morris picked it up and put it in the sarcophagus at the edge of the woods, and turned around to return to the tower, but saw Tai Chi dragging the barrel towards him, and the girl in white also ran after it, and when Tai Chi approached Morris, he put down the barrel, took his trouser leg in his mouth, and pulled it into the woods with pleading eyes. Morris did not understand what the little creature wanted to do, but when he saw its pitiful appearance, he asked the girl in white to go to the tower and fetch his scimitar. After a while, the girl in white took a scimitar, a lantern, and an extra barrel in her hand. 'Tai Chi' took Morris and the girl in white through the woods to the 'Phoenix Well', when Morris was fetching water, the girl in white found the nest that Dao Yan had built for 'Tai Chi', and when the light flickered, she saw a string of carefully selected leaves on the stand, and the fragrant leaves that were drying were gently fluttering with the mountain breeze, and tears were sliding down her beautiful cheeks again.