Chapter IV

"Bring the baby quickly." The fourth master shouted anxiously.

Lan Yue hurriedly hugged the child over. The fourth master put his arm around me. Holding the child in one hand.

"Fourth brother. Our children...... I finally ...... Our children are left...... "in my heart. How much joy there is? Hide until you almost overflow. It's going to overflow and fill every inch of air in this room.

I had tears in my eyes. made my already vague vision even more unclear: "Fourth brother. Is she good-looking?"

"Good looking. Our children. Pretty like you."

I laughed: "Fourth brother...... You're a liar...... She's red. Crumpled ...... It's ugly...... Like only ...... The little monkey without 'hair'......"

"'Jade' ice. Newborn children are like this. It will be fine in a few days. I don't believe you'll see it tomorrow. Our children. It's definitely beautiful, it's beautiful." The fourth master said to me with a crying voice.

I grinned, "Really...... Then what are you going to give her a name?"

The fourth master choked up and said, "Is it okay to call Yun Nao. Onyx's Naw."

I frowned: "It's ugly......"

"Then why don't you pick one up?"

The only name that flashed through my head. That is: "Zhen 'jade'...... Yinzhen's Zhen.' Jade' Ice 'Jade' ......"

The fourth master coaxed me: "It's called 'jade' Zhen...... Better to hear. Isn't it?"

I nodded. Look at the child. I can't see her features clearly. But I still think. She's so cute. I love her so much......

"Fourth brother...... I can't see the child's appearance clearly......" The body gradually became cold. It's hard for me to even move my lips.

The fourth master shook me: "'Jade' ice." Jade's ...... You're sober. Take a good look at me. Take a good look at the children."

"Fourth brother...... Take good care of your children...... Take good care of yourself...... Love the children so much......"

"'Jade' Ice.' Jade 'Ice." In the reluctant shouts of the fourth master. I hung my hand weakly to touch his cheek one last time......

Death...... It turned out to be such an easy thing......

The world is dark. Nothing. There is only empty darkness. Quietly. It makes people feel panicked......

"Kid. It's time to wake up."

What was that.

"Girl. It's time to wake up."

Who's talking.

"Little beauty. Wake up."

This voice. What a wicked......

"Wake me up."

Who is so anxious about Bala. Rushing to reincarnate. Ay. Am I not dead. Why don't I go to reincarnation.

"Wake me up. Or I'll gouge out your eyeballs."

I'm a ghost. There are no eyeballs.

"Donor. Wake up."

This old voice. So loving......

"It seems that the poor monk can only use the last method."

"Is it feasible?"

"I can only give it a try."

What to try. What are you going to do?

Ay. I'm dead. How do you feel like you've been stabbed in the forehead. Who pricked me with a needle. Treat a ghost like this. Is it really good for you guys to do this? It's not over yet. Feed. How many needles are you going to prick me? I'm just an innocent ghost. Is it still going to be bullied like this when you're dead? You have the ability to come out.

"It should be fine......

"I'll prick her Heavenly Spirit 'acupoint' with a golden needle again. I'm sure I'll wake up this time."

I'm going to die. Who is so cruel?

A sharp sting. It opened my eyes. I want to shout. But I found that I was powerless to shout......

Everything around you. Gradually focus to create a clearer image. The quack doctor stood next to me. Sweaty look. The Master of Idiocy also stood aside. The old figure looked particularly haggard. It was as if it was the moment when I closed my eyes. He suddenly grew a few dozen years old. Or should I say. It was as if all the vitality in his body had been 'drained' suddenly......

"Master ......"

"Donor. You're finally awake." The master was relieved.

The quack helped me to sit up. I was poured a big bowl of soup and medicine. Soon I felt like I was much better.

"What's going on. I had a long, long dream......"

The idiot shook his head: "When the poor monk is the benefactor. Accidentally hurt the benefactor into a demon...... Fortunately, there are quacks. The two of us work together. Finally brought you back, donor." He finished. Suddenly, my body went limp. I subconsciously wanted to reach out and help. But I'm also weak.

The idiot master waved his hand: "It's okay. The poor monk would have rested for a while. People are old. Such a ritual. I'm just tired." He said. Slowly walked out of the secret room. That back. All my life. I never forgot it.

It was an old man of the highest birth. has experienced unimaginable hardships for ordinary people in the world. He was emperor at a young age. Brilliant at its best. He had lost a loved one. Taste the pain of love. He was young. He turned himself into a portrait in the temple. A tablet. Then seclusion in the mountains. Cultivating the mind and reciting the Buddha. But he still holds the world.

That back. With a feeling of indescribability. That's a story that ordinary people absolutely can't have. I can't help but think about it. How those details turned a thousand times in his heart. I can't help but think about it. How many years. Midnight dreams. Did he ever miss that golden palace? Did he ever miss his children. Does he ......

Do you regret everything you have in this life......

But I think. He won't regret it. Because of the back of his departure. It's so determined. So...... Calm and tranquil......

The quack doctor 'forced' me to sleep for a while. Wait until your strength has regained somewhat. I was supported by quacks. Out of the secret room.

The master of the idiot sat on the 'bed' couch in the meditation room. Meditate. The expression is serene and serene. Loving and compassionate......

I walked over. Kneel before him. Clasp your hands together: "Master ......"

But he did not answer. I suddenly felt that something wasn't quite right. Reach out and touch his hand, which has a few age spots and wrinkled skin......

"Quacks...... Ice ......" his hand. There was no temperature at all. Such temperatures. I thought of that the only possible 'sex', although I was startled and prepared. But it was still a "boom......

The quack doctor hurried over. Tick the pulse of the master. Then he knelt down like me. He clasped his hands together and kowtowed: "Master. Easy walk......"

Master of Idiot......

Passed away......

An emperor. Just really gone. A master. Just left.

Leaving so quietly. So quiet......

is different from the vigorous life he is known for. His departure. It's so quiet......

He just sat there by himself. And then left.

I'd rather believe it. He has become a Buddha......

And if there is a fate. Three hundred years later. We'll see you again......

But even so. I still feel sad in my heart.

The quack doctor suddenly saw a letter beside the master. He took it and looked at it. Then handed me the letter.

The Idiot Master wrote: "'Jade' Ice Donor. Life. Dependent Origins and Dependent Extinction.' Flowers' bloom 'flowers' thanks. All have a definite number. The path of the poor monk. That's it...... Donor, you have to keep going. Where is there a turning back in life? The poor monk knows. You must have a lot to ask the poor monk. But in this life, there is no more chance. If there is a fate in the afterlife. We'll see you soon. If you still want to ask. Then the poor monk will definitely give you the answer. It's a pity at this time. But I can't."

"The secret guard is in the hands of the poor monk. It's been more than seventy years. Now gone. Only 'handover' to you. In order to reassure the poor monks. After the poor monk left. If there are any things of the law; Feel free to ask Little Twelve. He was taught by me personally. He has a talent for this. The heart 'sex' is clean. Be a trustworthy person. Token of the Dark Guard. The poor monk is left with you. Don't abuse it. In the future. Be sure to find the right person to entrust ......"

"Finally. The poor monk hopes that you must cherish it. Cherish yourself. Also cherish what you have. Don't be afraid. Let's move on. With your heart of compassion and love; Kill and move forward without mercy. A thought becomes a demon. One thought becomes a Buddha. There is goodness in the heart. and become a Buddha of his own."

There is goodness in the heart. and became a Buddha of his own.

O Master. Is this your consolation for me to be almost enchanted now? I understand. I understand......

I'll go all the way. The killing decision is unrelenting. Kindness in heart. Compassion and Compassion......

The quack 'handed me' something else in the envelope. It was a relic......

"Relic."

"yes. Relic. It is carved with a pattern unique to the Dark Guard. Reputedly. It was carved by the founder of the Darkguard. And the relic. Reputedly. It is the relics of the Buddha Shakyamuni......"

What the Dark Guard does. It's all done in the shadows. Assassinations, assassinations, assassinations. Even if necessary, they will set up blame. And its token. But he is the relic of the most compassionate Buddha in the world......

Master of Idiot. That's what you're talking about. A thought becomes a demon. One thought becomes a Buddha. There is goodness in the heart. Do you become a Buddha yourself?

I probably was. Got it......

The quack helped me to my feet: "I have to go. Here's the rest of the thing. You're in good hands. I'll go back to Beijing first and wait for you to come back."

I nodded: "Okay. I'll go back to you."

The quack doctor suddenly seemed to remember something. He took out a small glass mirror from his bosom and gave it to me: "Look at it. lest you be unprepared."

I don't know why. Look at yourself in the mirror.

"It'......" I said. There is a red lotus that seems to be burning. Such a bright 'color' color. Penetrates into the skin. It's like it's on my skin. Painted by the blood that naturally spills from each of my 'hair' pores......

"Cinnabar."

The quack nodded: "To lock up your soul that has fallen into the demon. The idiot stabbed between your eyebrows. Finely dense. It's all soul-locking scriptures. Since then. Even if no one does it for you anymore. Your soul. It should be fine."

I looked at the lotus 'flower' between my eyebrows, each 'flower' petal. It's like a living flame burning. Each piece ......

O master of idiotism. That's what you're for. Exhausted it all. For me. And the oil runs out of lights.

I sighed. Put the mirror back in the quack's hands. sighed: "You go......"

The quack departed from the secret passage. I fell to my knees. Look at the master of the idiot. I haven't gotten up for a long time. His kindness to me. I don't know how to reciprocate. See you in the afterlife. I hope I can at least say thank you.