"Ah~~ Senior brother... My eyes... It hurts.."

The little monk wailed in pain as he struggled to roll back and forth on the wooden bed.

However, the more he struggled, the more severe the wound was torn, and the sharp pain that reached his mind became more intense.

Gradually, the wound, which was already scabbed, gushed blood again.

Maybe it was because the wound was too deep, or maybe it was because it was not handled properly, but in short, the white cloth in his eyes was first stained yellow-green by a stream of pus.

After that, under the cover of blood, this oozing color was covered with blood.

When the abbot saw the little monk in such pain, he really couldn't bear it.

He remembered that the little monk was born with a pair of incomparably clean eyes.

He believes that anyone who is looked at by these pure eyes will have a feeling.

He really couldn't figure out who would destroy these eyes so cruelly.

The little monk was still struggling on the bed, rolling.

Master Abbot finally stretched out his hand, lightly pressed the little monk's arm, and couldn't bear to call out the name of the little monk.

"No thoughts.. Thoughtless.."

In a panic, the little monk hugged the abbot's arm.

Seeing this, the abbot picked up the little monk as before, and let the other man's head rest on his shoulder.

In fact, the little monk when he was young also loved to cry at every turn.

And every time at this time, those of them who are senior brothers will come forward to hug them and comfort them.

It's just that as long as the little monk in the past was hugged by the senior brothers, he would stop crying.

But now, the mental and physical pain made him, who was not already strong, cry even more helplessly.

His head rested on the abbot's right shoulder, and his right hand also wrapped around the abbot's neck.

But his left hand was still holding the jar in his arms, the 'strongest wine' in the world.

Perhaps it was the sharp pain in his eyes that reminded the little monk of that painful night, only to see him crying bitterly, but at the same time he was choked up.

"Woooooooooo Division.. Brother.. Master.. He really.. Already.. Gone.? ＂。

He didn't believe that the cold rainy night in his memory was real, so he wanted the abbot to tell him that all this was an illusion.

However, how can a monk speak?

Since all this has already existed, how can the abbot deceive.

So, he could only stretch out his hand, thinking like a long time ago, and gently patted the little monk's back.

It wasn't until a long time later that he said in a deep voice.

"No thoughts.. Uncle Shi, his old man.. It's really gone".

As soon as these words came out, he found that the little monk had stopped crying. However, instead of crying, there was a strong tremor.

He felt the body in his arms, trembling uncontrollably.

Not only that, but next to his right ear, there was a piercing sound of grinding teeth.

He knew that such a message was too heavy for the little monk.

Although within this Buddha sect, there are still these senior brothers. But for the little monk, Uncle Kongzhi can really be regarded as his dearest.

Therefore, at this moment, he didn't know what to do to comfort him, so he could only caress the other party's back over and over again, hoping that the little monk could calm down.

However, the abbot did not know that if a person wanted to forcibly stop crying, he would have to use all the muscles of his face to stop the tears.

That's exactly what the little monk did.

His round face, which was leaning on his brother's shoulder, had flattened a little because he had tried too hard.

He grinned, two rows of teeth clenched together.

He closed his eyes even harder, trying to stop the tears as he had done when his eyes were alive before.

His eyes were gone, but the wounds were.

In fact, the tears were indeed under his control and no longer overflowed.

But although he was able to control the tears, he could not control the great trauma caused by the movement of his eyes closed.

What was originally just a small wound has been broken at this moment.

Obviously, all his seven days of cultivation were in vain.

Streams of fresh blood slid down his face like pillars.

Two lines of bloody tears slid down his trembling lips, staining the two rows of white teeth red.

In the end, the bright red blood flowed from the little monk's mouth to the chin, until the red robe on the abbot's left shoulder was dyed into a new garment.

The three old monks standing behind the abbot had already closed their eyes, put their hands together on their chests, and silently recited the Heart Sutra over and over again in their mouths.

They really didn't want to watch this scene anymore.

Because it's too cruel for them.

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After a long time.

There was no sound in the bamboo houses.

The three old monks who were standing, as well as the abbot master who was hugging the little monk, all closed their eyes and silently prayed for the little monk in their hearts.

Right now, the little monk's body had stopped trembling, and the two lines of blood and tears in his eyes no longer flowed.

It's just that the bright red blood and tears did not dissipate, but solidified on his face, becoming more shocking.

Unconsciously, in a peaceful tranquility, a distant bell sounded over a valley, through a purple bamboo forest, and came to this bamboo house.

In fact, the bells in temples have always had a kind of magic that can calm people's hearts.

And the bell at this moment is no exception.

After the bell rang, several old monks in the room all opened their eyes and looked at the little monk in silence.

They didn't speak, they just watched in silence.

A moment later, after the distant bell had dissipated, the little monk suddenly and slowly pushed open the senior brother's chest and looked at the other party.

To be precise, he was facing the other side. Because he has lost the right to look at people.

The little monk did not speak. And he faced the abbot master with such an expressionless face and stayed for a long time.

In fact, half an hour has passed since the first empty seat entered the house.

And he has gradually faced the facts, he knows that the master is no longer there, and he also knows that the master doesn't want him to cry anymore.

He thought about it for a long time before he settled down and said in a deep voice to the abbot.

"Senior brother.. I don't want to be vulgar".

Master Abbot frowned, looked at the expressionless little monk, and asked.

"Can you tell Senior Brother why you want to be vulgar?"

The little monk's face unconsciously began to tremble again, because he remembered the master again and remembered what the master said.

So, he trembled and said stubbornly.

"The master said... Monks... Thou shalt not kill! ＂。

As soon as these words came out, all the old monks in the room frowned, and looked at this little junior brother with a worried expression.

The abbot master had already realized that something was wrong and spoke.

"So you want to ...... ＂。

But before he finished saying this, he saw that the little monk grinned in pain again, forcibly endured the pain of longing in his heart, and said firmly while sobbing.

"I... I... Think... also vulgar".