The fat monk cautiously carried the bowl up the ladder, and saw the little junior brother in the corner who was focused on reading, his jade-like side face was like a peerless jade.

His hand trembled, and after a few breaths, he bit his lip and showed a hint of a smile, "Little junior brother! ”

Hearing the voice, Zong Yuan raised his head and saw someone coming, and immediately showed a smile on his face, "Senior brother, come and go, why are you here?" Is there something wrong with Master? ”

The four of them clearly saw the gloom and hatred flashing in the fat monk's eyes when he heard about his master's son, but the sect on the other side didn't notice it.

The two sat opposite each other, one was handsome, noble, familiar with Buddhist scriptures, loved by the master, arrogant, intelligent and excellent like a god.

And the other one is mediocre-looking, full of fat, looks lazy and delicious, and has a dark heart, how can such a person be liked by the master?

Sure enough, the fat monk and Zong Yuan didn't talk a few words, so they hurriedly pushed the bowl that was casually placed on the table.

"The sour plum soup they just boiled to relieve the heat, you taste it, this is specially served to you by the senior brother, otherwise when you go back, I am afraid that those few will have been snatched up a long time ago~" The fat monk said.

With a smile in his eyes, Zong Yuan brought it over when he saw this, and said with a smile: "Senior brother is so good to me~"

The smile on the corner of the fat monk's mouth froze, and he wanted to stop it, but the Zong Yuan on the other side had already drunk it.

"Well, it's delicious~"

"Hehe~" The fat monk's face flashed with a moment's emptiness, but this time he was seen clearly by Zong Yuan, "Big... Big brother, what's wrong with you? ”

"Is there anything wrong with this sour plum soup?"

"Wow~" The fat monk stood up suddenly, and in a hurry, he brought the bowl to the ground, which was broken in an instant, looking nervous, "I, I still have some things, let's ...... Let's go first~"

The fat monk lifted his feet and ran.

Seeing the fat monk leaving, Zong Yuan muttered, "Is something wrong?" Why does Big Brother look so strange? ”

He licked the corners of his mouth, and then his eyes bent with a smile, "Well, this sour plum soup is so sweet~"

As soon as the words fell, he covered his stomach, his face was distorted, and he tried to get up with his arms propped up, but his hands were weak, and he fell to the ground with a "bang".

He snorted in pain, rolled twice on the ground, and let out a broken moan, "Hmm, it hurts, it hurts, Master!" ”

Yan Hong's lips opened, and a wisp of blood red flowed down the corners of his mouth, and he looked pained and gasped for breath.

Only then did he realize that there was something wrong with the bowl of sour plum soup, and he stared at the broken bowl on the ground with fixed eyes, and crawled forward.

With a snort, he softened again.

At this time, two more monks came to the library, one tall and the other short, and the two of them were talking jokes as they walked.

"Senior Brother Jiu, come on, didn't you ask for Master Mingde's scriptures last time? I heard that the seventh junior brother has been put back~" The leader is tall, thin-looking, and a little lame when he walks.

The short little monk stared at two round grunt eyes, his eyes were shining, and the corners of his mouth shouted: "I'll tell you ......"

As soon as the two of them went upstairs, the words stopped, obviously they also saw the struggling Zong Yuan, the cry for help in his eyes, the snow-white face, the painful look, the blood on the corner of his mouth, and the embarrassed appearance, he was the little junior brother they had never seen before.

The two of them were stunned, but quickly came back to their senses, looked at each other, saw the broken bowl, and seemed to guess what was going on.

Zong Yuan raised his eyes with great effort, and his lips trembled hoarsely: "Help me!" ”

The two of them froze, and in the blink of an eye, they unconsciously looked away at the same time, and the tall man continued to talk to the little monk: "Senior Brother Jiu, you wait here, I'll fetch it for you~"

Although his complexion did not change, his voice couldn't help but tremble.

"Okay~" The little monk shrunk his neck, his voice was quieter, and his eyes were watery.

Zong Yuan tried to raise his hand to reach the little monk's robe, but before he could reach it, he watched as his two senior brothers took the scriptures, and then left as if nothing happened.

In the endless painful struggle, only blood marks and scratches from fingernails scratched the floor were left on the ground.

Zong Yuan looked at it in a daze, and the little bit of starlight under his eyes was completely dark.

After that, the library pavilion was very lively, people came and went, and it was very lively, like watching the flowers, and everyone became a murderer.

When the gods of light fall, demons crawl out of the darkness.

His pupils were slightly open, dark as a pool, and he watched deeply as it all happened.

When his senior brother, who was close to the monk, personally fed him a bowl of poison, the second senior brother and the ninth senior brother left as if they were blind, not caring about his pleas for help.

His third brother replaced the croton with a deadly poison, and the fourth brother cleaned up the broken porcelain bowl on the ground.

The fifth and sixth brothers tore down the bookshelves, destroyed the books and scriptures, and falsified the crime scene.

The seventh senior brother stole a demon heart, and the eighth senior brother gouged open his heart, dug out his heart, and took it away and destroyed it.

Senior Brother Ten sewed the Demon Heart into his body, and Senior Brother Eleventh disposed of the bloodstains around him and gave false testimony that he died violently because he gave birth to the Demon Heart.

When his master learned of his death, he was so sad and painful that he almost fainted, knowing that something might be wrong, but he still listened to the words of the other senior brothers and hastily cremated Zongyuan.

Wang Sili sniffed, his red eyes were buried on Lin Ziqing's shoulders at once, and he couldn't help choking: "He's too pitiful~"

When Bai Tang heard this, his face showed an expression that the matter was not over, and then looked, everything in the illusion was still going on, and after the death of the sect, all the senior brothers still did morning classes, hit the bell, chanted scriptures, and did almsgiving.

They frolicked and frolicked, as if there had never been such a little junior brother, until one day, the thin monk sneaked into the library, and it didn't take long for the fat monk to push the door in.

"What's the matter with you?" The thin monk looked impatient.

"You...... Why do you want to hurt me? What do you mean by passing me a note? The fat monk looked more annoyed than the thin monk.

"Shut up! I didn't do it for your own good, what other note, obviously you passed it on! The thin old man was furious and pulled out a note from his sleeve.

The two looked at it, only to see that there was no handwriting on the note, and the fat monk also panicked, and hurriedly pulled out the note from his arms, which was also a white note without words.

The door was pushed open, and his junior disciples walked in one after another, and when they saw the fat monk and the thin monk, they were even more puzzled, "Senior brother, third senior brother, why are we discussing things here?" ”

The thin monk sensed that something was wrong, and his face was gloomy: "Who told you?" ”

"Now, isn't that the note you left?"

"Huh? It's so strange, why is there no handwriting on it? ”

“……”

A gust of wind blew, and everyone couldn't help but shiver, and everyone who noticed that something was wrong rushed to the door.

Fear and fear occupied the heart, surpassing the old brother-brother friendship, and they tore it apart, fighting over who would go out first.

"Haha~" A strange smile echoed in the air.

"Ah, ghost~" At this moment, the sect's wish appeared, dressed in black, with a bright red mark on his forehead, which was a spark mark of the evil ghost path.

His expression was cold, and with a wave of his sleeves, several good senior brothers and junior brothers who were crowded at the door fell to the ground at once.

All of them looked pained, moaning and wailing in their mouths.

The door of the temple was in front of them, and it slammed shut.

The people who fell to the ground were so frightened that they screamed, got up, and went up to the temple door to open the door.

They tore, howled, stepped on the bodies of their brothers, and crawled to the door.

But Zong Yuan stood in the distance, leaning on the bookshelf behind him, his posture was lazy, and the corners of his mouth were pursed with a faint sneer: "Senior brothers, what are you running, Zong Yuan has missed you very much these days, I haven't seen you these days, why don't you come to catch up with me~"

Everyone's faces turned pale and white, and the timid senior brothers knelt on the ground, one after another, "Zong... Zongyuan, it's not me, I don't want to harm you, it's they who want to hurt you~"

"Yes, Zongyuan, we don't have ......"

The second senior brother and the ninth senior brother knelt on the ground, crying with a handful of snot and tears, they didn't dare, they didn't dare to save the sect~

became the sect vow of Shurakshasa , the corners of his mouth rose, and he said with a little sneer: "Okay, I believe in you, and I can let you go, but well, if you kill the third senior brother, I will let you go~"

His eyes were dark, with a cold light in his heart, and his gaze swept over the three of them playfully, like a devil's bewitchment: "I gave the opportunity, whether you want it or not, it's up to you~"

As soon as he finished speaking, the cowardly Second Senior Brother and the timid Ninth Senior Brother pounced on their Third Senior Brother, and the three of them fought.

"Hehe~" Zong Yuan raised his head and laughed, it seems that in order to survive, they are willing to do anything.

He hooked his lips lightly and said: "Fight, whoever wins, who can walk out alive today~"

Zong Yuan watched his senior brothers tear off their hypocritical skins one by one, attacking each other with hatred and revenge, he laughed even louder, it turned out that in front of interests, there was no family affection or friendship.

A scuffle, the battle was fierce, the flesh and blood were blurred, Zong Yuan stepped on a dozen corpses and walked out of the temple gate, he went to his master's courtyard with a cold face and a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Pushing open the door, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, his gentle and charitable master had hanged himself long since he had hanged himself with his trouser belt around his neck and hanging from the beams of the house.

Zong Yuan retracted the look in his eyes and was silent for a moment before he helped this respected master who had raised him for more than ten years and had always treated him like a parent from the rope.

There was a furious emotion hidden in his eyes, and his hand tried to penetrate the poor old man's heart mercilessly for the umpteenth time.

Master, why are you leaving?

I haven't asked you for an explanation yet? Why did you notice that there was something wrong with my death, but you didn't ask my good brothers?

He lowered his eyelids and reached out several times to dig open his heart and take a look.

But Zong Yuan still couldn't do it, he was like a statue with a cold body, and sat motionless for a while, before he slowly lowered his head, put his head against the position of the old man's chest, and whispered Master in his mouth.

Bai Tang looked past the two of them and looked at the table in the distance, where there was a broken and broken scripture book, and he raised his eyebrows slightly.

Jiang Futing seemed to notice it, and also looked up.

"Hey, fate makes people~" Lin Ziqing sighed, Wang Sili's eyes were red, like a poor and innocent little white rabbit~

The four of them watched as Zong Yuan buried his master in the courtyard, and the next year a seedling of a sycamore tree grew in the field.

Bai Tang hooked his lips, he and Jiang Futing glanced at each other, knowing each other that this illusion was real, but there was no true body of Zongyuan.