The sudden situation caught Song Xiaofeng a little off guard, and he froze in place, he looked at the long knife in his hand that had pierced Zhang Jiyan's abdomen in a daze, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

"Gross!"

Song Xiaofeng's body trembled, his face suddenly turned pale, and he let go of the long knife and retched on the side.

Although he had seen a scene even bloodier than this before, he didn't know why, but today he smelled the strange but familiar strong smell of blood, which was extremely disgusting.

Maybe it's because today is the first time he's killed someone.

The thought of the sticky, pungent blood flowing because of him made him feel particularly uncomfortable.

The young monk looked at the figure lying in a pool of blood with a complicated expression, folded his hands, recited the Buddha name softly, and then began to recite the scriptures softly.

"This is why there is, this life is because of that, this is not for a reason, this is not for another, this is extinguished for the other ... ”

"Why, why are you doing this?" Song Xiaofeng stared blankly at the mountain-like figure beside him, staggered to the ground, and now, he felt a sense of weakness hit him.

"Ahem, haven't you always wanted to kill me, and now that you have fulfilled your wishes, why do you look a little unhappy?" Zhang Jiyan's expression on his face was calm, and there was even a kind of relief in his eyes.

"I ask you why you did this?!" Song Xiaofeng suddenly roared at him, gasping for breath in his mouth.

"Because I'm tired. After being silent for a while, the expression on Zhang Jiyan's face became more and more pale, but the look in his eyes became softer and softer.

It seems that all those aurishments have disappeared at this time.

"I'm so tired from running around and hiding in Tibet all these years, it's time to rest. Zhang Jiyan's eyes looked at the lush foliage above his head, and muttered.

Song Xiaofeng sat beside him without saying a word, his hands unconsciously grasping the soil under him, and his clenched fists were a little white.

"Ahem, you brothers and sisters still have a long way to go in this life, the happiness of the first half of your life was ruined by me, and the second half of your life will depend on you, and you two owe it to you in the next life. Zhang Jiyan sighed.

"Do you believe what I say?" Song Xiaofeng looked at him coldly and said, "You're not afraid that I made it up to lie to you?"

"That's impossible. Zhang Jiyan smiled, without any suspicion in his expression.

"Why are you so sure?" said Song Xiaofeng with a frown.

"Because Mingfeng is my father's nickname, and the only people in this world who know about this matter are me and my father, your grandfather and your father, and even my mother doesn't know. Zhang Jiyan seemed to recall something, and a smile appeared on his face.

"It was another time when the four of us drank together, and my dad was poured down by your grandfather, and he accidentally said it while drunk. ”

"My father felt that the name Mingfeng was not domineering enough, so he changed Ming to Tian, so the world only knew Zhang Tianfeng, but did not hear Zhang Mingfeng. ”

"But your grandfather doesn't like the sharp word Tianfeng, but prefers Mingfeng, so secretly, he and Brother Wenmao both call my father's nickname and avoid his real name. ”

Thinking of the events of the past, Zhang Jiyan's speed of speech was no longer slow, and even his pale face seemed to be a lot more rosy.

Song Xiaofeng was silent, even if he was still young, he knew that this was a sign of a return to the light.

"I wanted you to kill me with your own hands, maybe to reduce the hatred and fear in your heart. Zhang Jiyan glanced at the young monk not far away, and said softly, "However, it seems that my method is not good." ”

The young monk who was reciting the scriptures with his eyes closed couldn't help but sigh.

When a man is about to die, his words are good, and his deeds are good.

"So at the end of the day, I had to do it myself. Zhang Jiyan said calmly.

"You have avenged the blood feud of your parents with your own hands, and you don't have to have any psychological pressure, because you are the one who holds the knife, and I am the one who does it, and I can also ask for death, this should be the best ending. ”

"I knew this was the case, why did I have to do it in the first place?" Song Xiaofeng closed his eyes in some pain.

"It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in this world. Zhang Jiyan muttered softly.

"Ahem!" Zhang Jiyan coughed violently and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Song Xiaofeng glanced at the long knife inserted in his abdomen, and there was a look of struggle in his eyes.

"I remember that your mother was lying in a pool of blood like this. Zhang Jiyan stopped coughing and said something inexplicably.

Song Xiaofeng's body trembled, and the hands that had just wanted to make a move were put down again.

The corners of Zhang Jiyan's mouth showed a vague and equally inexplicable smile.

"It's time for me to go down and make amends to Brother Wenmao. ”

Zhang Jiyan's vision was a little blurred, and he seemed to see the scenery outside through the thick branches and leaves.

The wind is beautiful and the weather is clear.

"It's nice that the sky is clear after the rain. Zhang Jiyan muttered to himself.

"It's finally time to get a good night's sleep, I'm so tired. ”

As the last sentence fell, Zhang Jiyan finally closed his tired eyes.

It's not that you don't look at death, but you don't look blind when you die.

Song Xiaofeng silently looked at the mountain-like corpse beside him, and he didn't know why, but he felt a little sad in his heart.

。。。。。。

"Brother, are we going to bury him?" Song Xiaodie stood beside Song Xiaofeng, looked at the lifeless figure, and hesitated for a while.

"Let him be buried in the earth, I think my father and mother have a spirit in heaven, and they will agree with us to do this. Song Xiaofeng said softly.

"Amitabha, a small benefactor is a great good. The young monk simply bandaged the wound and folded his hands in front of Song Xiaofeng.

"Thanks to you, Master, Fluttershy and I wouldn't have survived today. Song Xiaofeng pulled Song Xiaodie to kneel solemnly and kowtowed to the young monk.

"It's all said, the little monk can't afford to be a master. The young monk hurriedly picked them up and said with a wry smile.

With the help of a master of the Spirit Sect Realm, the matter of letting Zhang Jiyan enter the ground for peace did not make the two little guys contribute much.

"Do you want to erect a monument?" Song Xiaodie tilted her head to look at her brother beside her.

"Let's set one up, let him be a lonely ghost, it doesn't seem to be good. Song Xiaofeng thought for a while and said.

"What's written on it?" Song then asked.

"Let's call it 'The Tomb of the Repentant.'" After thinking for a long time, Song Xiaofeng spoke.

The young monk smiled slightly, found a tree trunk, spiritual power surged, and sawdust flew.

Gently inserting the wooden tablet on the soil bag under the big tree, Song Xiaofeng hesitated for a while, then took a few steps back and bowed to the wooden tablet.

"The grievances and grievances of our Zhang and Song families will be written off from today onwards, and they do not owe each other. ”

"Little donor, you are also very Buddha-like. The young monk said with a smile with his hands folded.

"Then master, can you take me as an apprentice?" Song Xiaofeng suddenly said to the young monk on the side.

"You want to become a monk?" the young monk was stunned, and then looked at him with a strange expression.

"Uh, can you be a lay disciple?" Song Xiaofeng scratched his head a little embarrassed.

"Hehe, of course. The young monk chuckled softly.

"Apprentice to meet the master!" Song Xiaofeng looked overjoyed, and hurriedly prepared to kneel.

"No, these three heads, you've already eaten before. The young monk waved his hand gently, and the soft spiritual power pulled Song Xiaofeng's thin body up.

"Huh, when did I swallow it?" Song Xiaofeng scratched his head in confusion.

The young monk smiled and said nothing.

"Wow, it's sunny outside!"

I don't know when, the majestic rain has stopped.

Song Xiaodie exclaimed happily and hurriedly ran out of the shade of the tree, and the soft sunlight poured down.

The body is warm, the heart is warm, warm and warm.

After the rain, the sky is clear, the wind is beautiful, and the weather is clear.

That's great.