"Little bald donkey, your golden bell jar is not very good. The bearded man stood in front of the young monk, the long knife in his hand fell on the latter's shoulder, and with a little force, he could easily take the monk's life.

Yun Fan, who was standing on the side, heard the words 'Golden Bell Jar', and couldn't help but touch his nose subconsciously, it seemed that among his martial arts, there was also one called Golden Bell Jar.

The young monk glanced up at him, his expression still calm, as if he hadn't noticed the injury on his shoulder, and let the blood stain his entire right arm.

"Donor, to forgive others and forgive others is to spare yourself. The young monk's clear eyes looked at the bearded man in front of him, and said softly.

"Forgiveness?" said the bearded man, as if he had heard a joke, with a mocking look on his face.

"Why should I forgive them?" he asked rhetorically, and then his face turned hideous, "My father who was harmed by their Song family died tragically, and the family fell into the middle of the road, ruining my life, you tell me, why should I forgive them?!"

"Haven't you been tired all these years?" the young monk was not moved by his words in the slightest, but when the latter was excited, the blade that fell on his shoulder trembled slightly, making him frown.

"Tired, why are you tired?" the bearded man was silent for a while, and then laughed loudly, "I have a big revenge, and I am happy to take revenge, why am I tired?"

"You can deceive others, and you can deceive the little monk, but can you deceive yourself?" the young monk shook his head, "I believe you haven't slept peacefully for a long time." ”

The bearded man was silent again, not because the young monk's words made him disdainful or angry, but because what he said was indeed the truth.

He didn't know how many times he hadn't slept peacefully, and when he closed his eyes, what appeared in front of him was not the appearance of his father when he died tragically, or the people of the Song family who died at his hands.

When he dreamed back at midnight, they all seemed to turn into ghosts and come to ask for his life.

"Now that you have chosen this path, there is no chance to turn back, and there is no need. The bearded man's voice was a little hoarse, but there were still some different emotions faintly heard from his tone.

"Why isn't there a chance to turn back?" the young monk asked rhetorically.

He pointed to the two skinny little ones behind him, "The two of them are your chance to turn back." ”

"What you think is unnecessary is a matter of life and death in the eyes of others. ”

"There is nothing important in the world except life and death. The young monk glanced at the bearded man seriously, and then added, "This is what my master said, and what my master said is always right." ”

"Then what if I say that if I want to spare those two children, I need to use your life to resist?" the bearded man gave him a cold look.

The young monk was stunned, obviously not expecting him to say this.

"Why, don't you want to?" the bearded man couldn't help but sneer.

The young monk who came back to his senses smiled freely, folded his hands, bowed slightly at the bearded man, and recited a Buddha name.

"Please take this head from the little monk's neck. ”

Hearing this, the bearded man glanced at the young monk in a bit of a daze, wanting to see a hint of feigned composure in his eyes, or even a hint of fear.

It's just that what disappointed him was that he saw nothing but peace and calmness in the monk's eyes, as if this life was not his own.

"Didn't you just say that there is nothing important in the world except life and death?" the bearded man looked at the young monk with a somewhat complicated expression, "Why do you give up your life so easily for the sake of the two little hairy children now?"

"Didn't you say that what your master said was right?"

The young monk smiled slightly, "Yes, there are no major things in the world except for life and death, but some things are not big things, but they are things you have to do." ”

"My master's words are all right, but he also said that saving one life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, exchanging one life of the little monk for two of their lives, and even if the fate is offended, the little monk still built a seventh-level floating slaughter. The young monk smiled mellowly.

"Is it worth it?" asked the bearded man softly.

"Naturally, two major events are much more important than one major event. The young monk said seriously, "And the master said that the matter of building a floating temple is very important." ”

"You said you had to do something bigger than life and death. The bearded man stared at him and said, "Then I avenged my father, and that is what I have to do." ”

"So, it's something bigger than life and death. When the bearded man said this, his eyes glanced at the two children behind the young monk, and the meaning was self-evident.

Something bigger than a big thing is naturally bigger than two big things.

"I said before that the donor is very Buddha-like. The young monk said with a smile.

"Just donor, are you sure your father wants you to avenge him?"

"As a son of man, how can there be a reason not to avenge his father?" said the bearded man with a frown.

"Filial piety comes first, this is indeed true. The young monk nodded and shook his head again, "However, I believe that every father does not want his children to live in hatred for the rest of their lives. ”

"Because hatred is so painful. The young monk sighed and said, "It's painful enough to make people worse off than dead, like a walking dead living in this world." ”

Some people are alive, and he is dead.

"You can ask these two little ones what their father and mother said to them before they died. The young monk turned his head and glanced at the two little ones.

"I think it must be for them to live well, not for them to avenge them. ”

"No need to ask, I was there when they died. The bearded man said in a deep voice, "Or rather, I killed their parents with my own hands." ”

The bearded man's expression was a little abrupt, and he vaguely remembered that the gentle woman had shown one last smile to her two children before she died, in order to let them live.

The resolute middle-aged man who knew each other also let them live well before he died, and the farther away he could, the better, but he never mentioned anything about revenge.

He was silent again for a long time, and then roared with a somewhat painful expression, "Do you want me, as the son of man, to just let the revenge of killing my father go and turn a deaf ear?!"

The young monk was just about to speak, when a somewhat immature, but slightly cold voice sounded.

"Did you say it was my grandfather who killed your father?"

The bearded man and the young monk couldn't help but be stunned, and they all turned their eyes to the young boy who spoke.

The little boy raised his head and looked at the bearded man, and there was no fear in his eyes.

And the sister next to him was holding her brother's arm tightly and hiding behind him, looking still scared, but still forcing herself to look at the bearded man, because she felt extremely relieved with her brother by her side.

Rainstorm day, under the big tree.

Strong men, monks, children.

Four people, eight eyes facing each other.