Li Yihuan frowned slightly, she was thinking about how to trick the desert monk into the wasteland. As the first person in the world, Da Mo's cultivation is comparable to that of a god and a Buddha, and it would be great if he could cultivate an heir for the Holy Sect. In the end, if he realized that he had made a big mistake, I am afraid it would be more uncomfortable than killing him! Thinking about it, Li Yihuan couldn't help but chuckle.

"Does the holy monk want to go back to Qinglong Temple?" Li Yihuan asked tentatively.

Da Mo shook his head: "I can't go back, I can't go back." ”

"Why don't you go to the West ...... with us" Li Yihuan was about to make an invitation, when suddenly two exclamations from behind interrupted their conversation.

"Holy Master, is it really you?" The two old figures, a man and a woman, the man carrying a fishing net, and the woman limping with a cane, both walked close and knelt down in front of the desert and saluted.

Da Mo hurriedly helped them up and said, "The two donors are polite, I am no longer a monk of Qinglong Temple." ”

"Does the Holy Master have a place to go? If you don't dislike it, it's better to live with us, the family is taken care of by the Qinglong Temple, and everything is okay." ”

"What's wrong with the Holy Master's eyes?"

"Blind!"

"What kind of world is this? Even a person as good as the Holy Master has been poisoned," said the two old men, and they burst into tears.

"The Holy Master must come to his home, and our home is the first one in the east of Qingping Village. ”

Da Mo looked up, but he couldn't see anything, and couldn't help sighing: "That's it, that's it, it's just a blind man, it's time to live a life in the world." Okay, two old men, I promise you. ”

"Okay, I have a child, Wen Bin, who is at home, so you can go and look for him. Let's go fishing first, the master and this girl will go to the village to wait, and when you come, the second child will give you a fish soup to drink. ”

Li Yihuan agreed with her mouth, but she played Xiao Jiujiu in her heart: Originally, she invited Da Mo to be a real thing, but she didn't expect to kill this pair of villagers halfway, and she couldn't let these two people live!

The two villagers passed by Li Yihuan and suddenly touched their necks.

"Old man, how did I get stung in the neck. ”

"Me too. Then the two went fishing.

Seeing the two disappear from sight, a smile curled up at the corner of Li Yihuan's mouth.

"I know these two old people, and I know their home. Donor, I can't see with my eyes, and I'm bothering you to help me go to Naqingping Village. Thank you, sir!"

"You're welcome, Holy Master!" Li Yihuan curled up a subtle smile at the corner of his mouth.

It takes half a day to walk from the sea to the village, but the desert takes three days. The desert couldn't argue the direction, and Li Yihuan didn't know the way, so he didn't find the sign of Qingping Village until the early morning of the third day. Three days is not short, not long, there are children babbling on the road, but it is not very boring, and before you know it, you will come to Qingping Village.

The three of them followed what the old man said, and went to the first house in the east of the village, standing outside the courtyard wall and looking into the courtyard.

The smoke curls and is a little messy, swaying in the wind. At this moment sat an eleven or twelve-year-old boy sitting in front of the stove, who had probably never cooked a meal, and his face was stained with a little black ash. The boy kept stuffing the firewood and grass, not knowing that the chimney outlet behind the pot hall had been blocked, and the black smoke poured out, hitting his face, the smoke smoked his eyes, tears flowed out, and he didn't know if he was really crying. But he was stubborn, still squinting and adding firewood unhurriedly, and he was going to cook breakfast for his playmate, which seemed very serious.

A sound came from the window, and someone in the room was getting up. The boy threw away the firewood and grass in his hand and ran to the door in three steps and two steps.

With a squeak, he pushed the door in, only to see another boy about to come out. The two children looked at each other like this, and they couldn't say anything in their hearts.

They looked at each other for a moment, their lips moved, and a thousand words turned into a simple greeting.

"Wen Bin, you're awake. ”

"Well, why is Lin Haoran you?" Even though Wen Bin had thousands of questions in his heart, it was so simple to say.

Lin Haoran is Wen Bin's only and best playmate in Qingping Village. Lin Haoran's eyes flashed with sadness, and he said in a low voice: "Wen Bin, you slept for a day and a night, and you had a terrible fever in the middle, and the fever only subsided this morning." Our two families are neighbors, and yesterday my father heard your shout, rushed in, and found you lying on the ground. A mist flashed in Lin Haoran's eyes, and tears rolled in his eyes.

"What did you find, what did you find, Haoran, say it quickly?" Wen Binzheng was shocked in his heart, and hugged Lin Haoran's shoulders with both hands and shook vigorously.

Lin Haoran glanced at Wen Bin, turned his eyes away, and said after a while: "Wen Bin, don't be too sad, the people in the village have already helped bury your uncle and aunt yesterday, although there is no Uncle Wen and Aunt Wen, but you still have me, my family will not leave you alone." ”

As if struck by lightning, Wen Bin let go of Lin Haoran, took two steps back, and his hands hung down weakly. Really! Everything is true! My father and mother are dead, what should I do? Wen Bin only felt that the sky was spinning, blood was surging upward, and his throat was sweet, and he spurted out in one gulp.

"Wen Bin, Wen Bin, you have to hold on. Seeing this, Lin Haoran hurriedly took two steps forward to support Wen Bin, tears welling up. Two children, you look at me, I look at you, my eyes are full of vicissitudes and helplessness, and the two hearts are intertwined like this.

Two lines of tears, just like that, silently, slipped down.

The two children, just like that, silently, looked at each other.

After a long time, Wen Bin stopped crying, wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, and said, "Haoran, where is my father and mother buried?"

Lin Haoran nodded, wiped his tears, and said: "Uncle Wen and Aunt Wen are buried on the hill one mile south of the village, which is the feng shui that my father showed me. The important thing is that it is also good for you, to ensure that you will be free of disasters in the future, the dragon of adults. In the end, his voice grew louder and clearer, as if he wanted to give Moonbin strength and comfort.

Wen Bin's eyes looked at the south of the village, and a mountain shadow became eclipsed in tears.

"Haoran, I want to go and kowtow to them three times and give them a ride, are you optimistic?" Wen Bin held back his cry and said in a trembling voice.

Lin Haoran turned his head to look at it, his eyes were anxious, and he said, "Okay, but you have already vomited blood, shall we go another day?"

Wen Bin waved his hand and said firmly: "No, just now!"

Lin Haoran saw that he was so stoic, and he no longer persuaded him.

The two came out, and the desert quietly followed.

Wen Bin couldn't help but walk towards home, but when he reached the gate, he stopped, but he couldn't take that step. I saw that the gate was open, the blood stains in the courtyard had not been buried, and the firewood and grass by the wall were uncleaned, scattered in the courtyard, looking lonely and decadent.

"Let's go, Wen Bin, don't look at it!" Lin Haoran stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder.

"Hey, isn't this the red-eyed monster?" I don't know when, a few boys gathered behind him, and those people were smiling, flattering, or ridiculing, all in different ways.

Among them, the boy in front of him was the oldest, and he was a head taller than the other children, and it seemed that he was the head of the group of teenagers. I saw him wearing a gray cloth coat, one big and one small, he stepped forward without saying a word, "snapped" and slapped Wen Bin in the face, and said with a smile: "Little monster, see who can protect you!"

"Hu Hao, Wen Bin just lost his parents, don't go too far in front of other people's fathers and mothers!" Lin Haoran wanted to step forward to stop him, but he was already pushed away by the rest of the children.

Wen Bin looked at the boy named Hu Hao in amazement, and said silently: "I have never offended you, and I haven't even spoken to you, but you either bullied me and insulted me, or beat me and scolded me, I never understood why this happened, but I only understood today" Speaking of this, Wen Bin's eyes widened, and then he said viciously word by word: "You are monsters!"

The boy named Hu Hao put away his smile and was stunned for a moment. For a long time, Wen Bin has been bullied because of his different eyes and because he is cowardly and bullied, especially the group of boys in front of him, and no one has ever regarded him as a friend and playmate. In the past, he either hid behind his father and mother, or endured it silently, never as tragic and tough as he is today. Suddenly, Hu Hao reacted, raised his sword eyebrows, stretched out a foot like a monkey peeing, kicked Wen Bin to the ground, stepped forward in two steps, pressed him under him, grabbed his neck with one hand, and said angrily: "Who do you say is a monster? You are a monster, say! Are you a red-eyed monster?"

Wen Bin closed his mouth tightly and ignored it.

That Hu Hao's face darkened, he became more and more angry, more and more anxious, his hand was forced, and he said loudly: "Isn't it?"

Wen Bin's trachea was choked, his breathing gradually became difficult, and his face slowly began to turn red, and he actually stiffened up, and he didn't say a word.

Hu Hao was getting angrier and angrier, the strength in his hands was getting bigger and bigger, and he said in a loud voice: "Isn't it?

Lin Haoran saw that it was wrong, seeing that Wen Bin's face turned from red to purple black, and out of nowhere, he broke free from everyone, stepped forward to pick up the brick, and smashed it on Hu Hao's head.

Wen Bin's eyes rolled and he gasped.

That Hu Hao was helped up by everyone, stunned on the ground, came back to his senses, remembered the scene just now, and became more and more afraid of each other, stayed for a while, and fled in all directions.

After a while, Wen Bin breathed smoothly, relieved himself, looked at the empty door, and muttered: "Dad, mother, Bin'er will never embarrass you in the future." ”

Suddenly, Wen Bin's breathing was steady, and Lin Haoran eased his brows and blamed: "Wen Bin, before life and death, you just accepted defeat, why are you so stoic? I almost lost your life!"

Wen Bin forced a smile and said: "What about you, when you are alive and dead, you just push him away, why are you so extreme? It almost killed him!"

After that, the two looked at each other and smiled, tacitly acknowledging each other.

Lin Haoran looked up at the sky and asked, "It's going to rain, should we still go?"

"Hmm," Wen Bin looked at Nanfang and nodded firmly.

Dark clouds gathered from two directions, and terrible lightning flashed in the clouds, just like two armies facing each other.

Suddenly, the wind is up!

The journey of a mile was not long coming, and two small graves, standing side by side, and the two new piles of soil had not yet grown weeds, and they seemed so incongruous. Wen Bin knelt in front of the grave, and had a stomach full of words in his heart, but at this time he choked up and couldn't say it, only a low sobbing was left and annihilated in the wind. A trace of pain flashed in Wen Bin's eyes, and he lowered his head silently.

Lin Haoran stood beside him, looking at the clouds in the distance, frowning, not knowing what he was thinking!

After a long time, Wen Bin raised his head, his eyes were blood-red, and he was a little different from usual.

"Haoran, who do you say the murderer will be?" Wen Bin said coldly.

Lin Haoran closed his eyes, said "hmm", and said, "Perhaps, the gods on the mountain can know!"

The surroundings were quiet again, Wen Bin thought for a while, and said, "I'm going to go to the gods and ask!"

Lin Haoran thought for a moment and said, "Just because you are a little kid, the gods won't tell you." ”

Then I took him as my teacher, and he told me. Wen Bin's voice trembled a little.

Lin Haoran shook his head and said, "What if the enemy is very strong?"

"Then I will become an immortal, stronger than him!" Wen Bin stood up straight, staring ahead, his eyes empty.

A bolt of lightning fell from the sky and struck into the ground.

On the horizon, there was another thunderclap!

Suddenly, the wind stops and the rain falls!