Fang Huan's face was heavy, and almost every corpse was carefully identified, including those with smashed heads, and it was necessary to identify which person in the village was the one who could do it.

In the end, Fang Huan didn't see the old medicine head in the corpse pile.

After breathing a long sigh of relief, Fang Huan was still relieved, and he hurriedly ran to the pharmacy and pushed open the door.

The pharmacy was empty, and it looked like no one had come back for days.

Fang Huan ran into the house, and after rummaging in the house for a long time, he was relieved and smiled.

The medicine box is not there, and the old medicine head has gone out to see people.

Is this a good reward for a good person?

The old medicine head used to be a traveling doctor, living in no fixed place, going wherever he went to see people, and he didn't even charge for consultation when he met poor people.

Until fifteen years ago, that is, the year Fang Huan was born, Lao Yaotou passed through Longweipo to treat the people in the village.

Longweipo is not big, there are only more than 30 households, but none of them will see a doctor, usually the villagers have an emergency illness or something and do not even have an emergency doctor, so they can only go all the way to the county town to see.

After the enthusiasm of the villagers, the old medicine head remained, and the villagers paid for the construction of this pharmacy.

The old medicine head said that he chose to shed it because he was old, and his legs and feet were not as good as before, and no one knew if he died in the wilderness one day.

When Fang Huan was seven years old, the old medicine head accepted Fang Huan as an apprentice, and often took Fang Huan into the mountains to collect medicine and go to the surrounding villages and towns to see people.

Whenever the old medicine head goes to the clinic, he will definitely carry his medicine box on his back, and Fang Huan knows this very well.

Now that the medicine box is not there, it means that the old medicine head is not in the village at all, and he has escaped this catastrophe, and Fang Huan's hanging heart has finally been put down.

The mother is dead, the master is dead, if the old medicine head also dies, Fang Huan will feel that he has harmed himself for all this.

Fortunately, the old medicine head is still alive.

After briefly sorting out his thoughts, Fang Huan walked back to the pile of corpses piled up in the center of the village, a little dazed.

Before these people were born, they had insulted their mothers and relatives openly and secretly, and they had thought about taking revenge on them when they were young, and they wished they would die.

But at this moment, seeing these people dying in front of his eyes, dying miserably, Fang Huan didn't hate it so much in his heart.

In the moonlight, a teenager squatted on the ground, his hands on his cheeks, and was stunned by the nearly 100 corpses.

"Little bastard, why aren't you going to die?"

"To live is to create evil!"

"Little brute, your mother is a shameless vixen!"

These people's unkind eyes, ugly faces, and vicious words about themselves in the past all appeared in Fang Huan's mind one by one.

After a long time, Fang Huan showed a smile full of relaxed expressions, then slowly stood up, stretched his waist, and waved his hand generously at the nearly hundred corpses that had died tragically.

"From now on, the past is written off. The boy's tone was very relaxed and indifferent.

But soon, Fang Huan made another difficulty, so many corpses, if they were not disposed of as soon as possible, it would definitely cause an epidemic, and the air was already filled with a faint smell of corpses, and these people had been dead for at least two or three days.

The fastest and best way is naturally to burn a fire, and it will be a hundred. But when Fang Huan casually walked into someone's house and turned out the flint, he put it down again before he could light it.

Because cremation is not promoted in this era.

"The Book of Filial Piety" says: The body is skinned, and the parents who receive it dare not destroy it, and the beginning of filial piety is also.

Dust to dust, dust to earth is the best choice.

After hesitating for a long time, Fang Huan walked out of the room, pointed to the pile of corpses, and said angrily: "Count your fate!

And then...... Fang Huan picked up the corpses one by one, walked like flying, and carried all the more than a hundred corpses to the cemetery in the shade of Ziyun Peak.

The spiritual power in his body was constantly running, and it was not difficult for Fang Huan to carry more than a hundred corpses, but by the time more than a hundred corpses were carried to the cemetery, the sky was already bright.

Fang Huan took out a shovel from the village, digging the soil pit one shovel after another, scolding while digging.

"You all wanted me to die when you were alive, and now you don't have to dig a grave for you, master? After reincarnation in the next life, don't be so broken-mouthed and accumulate some virtue. ”

Three days later.

It took Fang Huan a full three days to bury all the nearly 100 corpses.

Fang Huan did not bury these corpses with his mother, but buried these corpses far away from his mother, he didn't want these people to harass his mother again after they died.

During the burial period, Fang Huan rested when he was tired, and went back to the village to cook and eat when he was hungry.

After Fang Huan had buried all the corpses, it was already the evening of the third day, and he sat on the ground, his clothes covered with dust and blood, but he had a relaxed smile on his face.

Worthy of the heart!

Soon Fang Huan discovered something strange, and in the nearly 100 tombs, a faint bit of golden light floated out, quickly surging towards Fang Huan.

The black stone ring on Fang Huan's finger flickered, and a wisp of black mist floated out of the ring, standing beside Fang Huan, greedily sucking the golden light in the air.

"General Gongsun......? Is it the power of merit that the Master said?"

Gongsun Qi opened his mouth and said, "That's right, this is the power of merit. ”

"But aren't these people dead? Could it be that their souls haven't left?" Fang Huan was a little surprised.

Fang Huan buried the bones of these villagers, not for any merit.

Gongsun Qi shook his head and said, "What is merit? Only things that are unintentionally meritorious can be called merit." These meritorious powers are rewarded to you by the Heavenly Dao, not by these dead people. You didn't have the idea of gaining merit, but you did a good deed of collecting the bones of nearly 100 people, so the Heavenly Dao will send down merit. ”

Fang Huan nodded as if he didn't understand, and recalled the last words of the sixth real person in his mind.

Don't take evil as small, don't take good as small!

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Not far from the Longwei Slope, there is a small dirt slope, which is not high, but standing on the dirt slope, you can have a panoramic view of the scene of the Longwei Slope.

At this moment, a young man in a pale yellow robe, standing on the dirt slope with his hands in his hands, behind him was a tall and sturdy headless ghost general, and a small cute baby was sitting on the man's shoulder.

Zhang Gongliang!

For three days, Zhang Gongliang watched Fang Huan's every move on this small dirt slope.

"I can figure out the truth that the living don't compete with the dead, and the little junior brother has really grown up. Moreover, repaying grievances with virtue is a gentleman. The books I have taught him to read in the past few years have not been read in vain. My little junior brother is really good, are you right, Chengze?" Zhang Gongliang's eyes were full of relief, and he still had a smile as warm as a warm spring breeze.

"Fang Gongzi...... It's a nice kid indeed, but it's just the lord...... These nearly 100 corpses have been buried, your plan ......" Wei Chengze's voice was hesitant.

Zhang Gongliang waved his hand and said: "It's just a hundred or ten corpses, it's harmless, and it's worth it to give it to the junior brother to do a good deed." ”

Wei Chengze bowed down and said no more.

"Babbling. Xiaobei kept rubbing Zhang Gongliang's face with his little face.

"Okay, okay, Xiaobei, don't make trouble, you have to learn from Brother Fang Huan in the future, do you know?"

Xiaobei pouted dissatisfiedly, and finally nodded reluctantly.

After a long time, Zhang Gongliang suddenly asked, "Chengze, do you also think I'm wrong?"

Wei Chengze had no head, so naturally he couldn't see his expression, and could only hear a strong voice coming from his torso.

"Whether it's right or wrong, Cheng Ze is willing to walk with the lord. The soul is scattered, and I will not give up!"

"Babble, babble!"

Zhang Gongliang smiled, tapped his forehead with the yin fan in his hand, and said, "In that case, let's go meet that Hou Ye." Oh, by the way, Taihua Sect, Shaohua Sect, Lyyin Pavilion, Guyang Sect, these four sects don't seem to have any need to exist. ”。

After a pause, Zhang Gongliang said again: "If it weren't for the master's life, I would keep the Liu Huaiyu family to make sword grinding stones for Zifeng, I really want to crush them to death." ”

"After all, it's okay to offend me Zhang Gongliang, but to bully my two junior brothers...... No, I can't. ”