The hand of the monk Wuxin holding the wine jar froze in mid-air for a long time before he said: "You are right, we were all people with eggs. ”

Zhang Sui looked at the monk Wuxin, only to see that he was still drunk and hazy before, at this moment, his eyes clearly flashed with determination, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and said, "Then what are you going to do next?" Why did you kill the Sunset Lord's son? ”

"Because he mocked me for not being a man." The unintentional monk smashed the wine jar, stood up and looked at the high wall and said: "It's time to make an end, if the poor monk is not dead, then this time you go to Lingdao The poor monk will follow you, for you, the 'same fallen person at the end of the world'." If the poor monk dies—"

The heartless monk touched his bare head and muttered: "Sprinkle the ashes of the poor monk into the south of the abyss, the poor monk's bones can't be harvested, so feed the fish." ”

After the monk finished speaking, he strode towards the door.

"The sky is blue and the young child is crying sadly, and the fate is unfair. Tears ripple and raise my eyes without relatives, the high wall is gloomy, and I break my bowels......"

Listening to the heartless monk wolf howling an unknown tune, looking at his somewhat thin back, Zhang Sui took out the jade pendant of King Qin from the storage belt and muttered, "I hope I won't save the wrong person." ”

He followed the Wuxin monk to the main gate from a distance, and before he had gone far, he suddenly heard a noisy sound.

No, it's the sound of a roaring fire!

Zhang Sui hurriedly ran up, but saw that at the pagoda facing the gate, behind a stone pillar, the monk Wuxin stopped there, pressing his two hands on the stone pillar, his fingers embedded in it, and blood was dripping.

His gaze shrunk slightly, and he stared out of the door.

Zhang Sui looked in the direction of the monk's gaze, and saw a young monk sitting cross-legged on the ground at the gate, his hands folded.

There was a raging fire burning in his body!

Around him, a middle-aged man dressed in armor sat on a war horse.

He held a large knife in his left hand and looked down at the young monk motionless.

Zhang Sui's heart was raised to his throat, and he actually saw the scene of the living being burned!

Looking at the soldiers who were watching quietly, and the monks who were holding their hands together and bowing their heads and reciting Buddhist scriptures, Zhang Sui felt that a raging fire ignited in his heart!

Hurriedly rushed over, Zhang Sui was about to put out the fire, but saw that in the fire, the young monk raised his head, and it was the face of a heartless monk!

Heartless monks? Master Gaya!

Thinking of the words he had said when he was separated from Master Jiaye, Zhang Sui suddenly slapped his head heavily.

From the time he heard that the Heartless Monk had killed the son of the Sunset City Lord, Master Jiaye should have had the will to die!

Seeing Master Jiaye scorched in the flames, he forced out a smile in pain, opened his mouth, and said a few words silently, and the hand that Zhang Sui stretched out to the flames stiffened in midair.

The silent words are clearly - the unintentional will be handed over to you.

The air was filled with the smell of burnt meat, and finally, Master Gaya turned into a pile of bones, with black smoke rising from his body, his head drooping, and he did not move.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man turned over and got on his horse, took one last look at the corpse of Master Jiaye, and with a move of his right hand, five thousand troops followed and left.

After all the 5,000 troops were gone, Zhang Sui lowered his head, took out a large silk horse from the storage belt, wrapped the bones of Master Jiaye, and carried them into the temple.

The monks of Qingjue Temple still didn't know that what was inside the silk was actually their head abbot, and at this moment, Zhang Sui left with the corpse of the "heartless monk" and shook his head one by one.

However, when they saw the Wuxin monk hiding inside the high wall, behind the stone pillar, trembling all over, they were dumbfounded and dumbfounded.

The Wuxin monk watched Zhang Sui walk towards the courtyard with the bones of Master Jiaye, raised his head, and followed for a long time.

The monks of Qingjue Temple watched the Wuxin monk and Zhang Sui bury the burned "Wuxin monk" in the courtyard one by one, and stood far away one by one with suppressed anger, sadness and regret.

A new tomb stands next to Yuwen Yingzong's new mound, Zhang Sui was about to find a tombstone nearby, but saw the Wuxin monk take out a jade tablet from the storage belt and put it in front of the new tomb of the "Wuxin monk".

On the jade tablet, there are two lines of boys clearly engraved -

The tomb of Master Gaya, the abbot of Cheonggakuji Temple.

The tomb of the ordinary disciples of Qingjue Temple without a heart.

"I've been preparing this jade tablet for a long time, but I didn't expect it to come in handy today." The Wuxin monk turned his head, looked at Zhang Zhangsui and said: "The poor monk has changed his mind, if the poor monk will die, I hope that the donor must help the poor monk fulfill a small wish." ”

"Burn the bones of the poor monk to ashes and put them beside him, and they will be together forever and ever."

Zhang Sui nodded silently.

The Heartless Monk kowtowed heavily to the jade tablet nine times, then stood up and strode into the room in the courtyard.

After a while, I saw him carrying a package on his back, passing by Zhang Sui's side, and said, "Let's go, Lingdao." ”

When passing by the monks of Qingjue Temple, all the monks got out of the way, bowed their heads, and none of them said a word.

Zhang Sui followed the monk Wuxin and left, and after a while, he walked far away.

Glancing back at the pagoda of Qingjue Temple, Zhang Sui said, "Don't look at it again?" ”

"No need, the poor monks in that place already hate it, and I really don't miss it at all." The Wuxin monk took out two jars of wine from the storage belt, threw one jar to Zhang Sui behind him, and the other altar raised his head and drank it himself, saying: "If you want to cross the South Abyss, you must find someone who is familiar with all kinds of weather in the South Abyss, and a good big ship." ”

Zhang Sui glanced at the Wuxin monk in surprise and said, "I feel that you seem to know a lot about this?" ”

"The poor monk once wanted to leave the Qin State forever on a wooden boat no less than a hundred times and never see him again, so he asked everywhere, and only Nan Zhiyuan could go without looking back, or die in the belly of a fish at sea."

The Wuxin monk looked like he took it for granted, and said, "I didn't expect that the poor monk's plan has not been implemented yet, and it will be cheaper for you." ”

Putting down the wine jar, the Wuxin monk pointed to the sky in front of him with his right hand and said: "A hundred miles ahead, there is a small city called Qingcheng, where there is an old fisherman who has been fishing for generations in Nanzhiyuan for a living. It wasn't until the second half of his year that he moved to Qingcheng with his whole family and stabilized. ”

He recorded the observations of his ancestors and grandchildren on the weather in Nanzhiyuan for generations, and passed it on to one of his new proud disciples a month ago. We may not be able to get the old fisherman to follow us, and if we let his proud disciple follow us, it should be fine. ”

"It is rumored that as long as you get his observation record of the weather in Nanzhiyuan, then if you want to make a living fishing in Nanzhiyuan, or even become a small rich man, it is a matter of easy reach."

Zhang Sui looked at the monk Wuxin again, and felt a little glad of his decision.

I always thought that the Wuxin monk should be the kind of person whose sins are unforgivable, although he agreed to Master Jiaye's request, but Zhang Sui did not intend to treat the Wuxin monk as a useful person because of this.

However, the path of the unintentional monk made Zhang Sui understand that maybe this time, he was blindsided.

Along the way, or here, there will be many places where you need to rely on the unintentional monk.