I can't say the word "death".

Doe: "I have gone, buried in the back mountain where he cultivated." ”

Xue Huai's chest froze, and he was so depressed that he couldn't speak.

Du'e: "Treat you well, and follow the teacher down the mountain." ”

Xue Huai was slightly shocked: "I ...... Can you go down the mountain? ”

Due: "It's okay to follow as a teacher." ”

Xue Huai's heart was in a mess, and he asked half-loudly: "Master, do you know the ...... of 'shadow killing'?"

Doe: "No more questions. ”

Xue Huai hurriedly said: "Why? Senior Brother Xue Zhen died for no apparent reason, didn't he look for the murderer for him? ”

Doe: "If you want to talk about it, you are the murderer." Xue really died because of you, didn't she? ”

Xue Huai choked, and the words spoken by the ghostly voice echoed in his ears, making the resentment in his heart almost burst out of his chest. Ten years of grief and fear frustrated instantly, and he cried out in disregard: "Who the hell am I!" Why do people always want to kill me? Who is Senior Brother Xue Zhen? Are you here to watch over me? What about Master? Is Master also the one who watches over me? If so many people want me to die, why don't you let me die? Wouldn't it be all if I died?! ”

Doe looked at him quietly, all the time.

There was silence for so long that Xue Huai thought he wouldn't speak again, as before.

"Xuehuai." Du Er spoke softly, slowly, as if it had taken a lot of effort, "Sometimes the teacher doesn't know whether what he is doing is right or wrong, and he is not sure about your life and your future. ”

Xue Huai stared at the master closely.

"But one thing is for sure, you can't die, and you can't live well." Due said this in a very harsh tone, as if the judge had given him a sentence that he did not want to give at all, "You live, and there are countless people who will fight against each other because of you, but if you die, there will be countless people who will fall into hell for you." ”

"As for Shadow Killing, I don't know much about the teacher, I only know that you can treat him as if he doesn't exist. As long as the person he obeys does not give an order, he will never hurt you. Du Er sighed deeply, and saluted Xue Huai with his palms together, "As a teacher, I only know so much." ”

Xue Huai stared at Du Er in silence, and his voice was a little permeating: "Master, is it a coincidence that you became my master, or is it destined." ”

His dark eyes were thick like ink, and he was stunted with an indissoluble stubbornness.

Du'e was silent for a while, and finally replied: "Doomed." After that, he clasped his palms together again and saluted Xue Huai, as if he was sorry.

Xue Huai lowered his head and didn't raise it for a long time.

Doe waited quietly, as if waiting for some kind of verdict.

When Xue Huai raised his head again, his dark eyes were cold and quiet that a fourteen-year-old boy should not have, and said, "Master, take me down the mountain, whether to send me to life or death." ”

Doe quickly replied, "Yes." ”

Xue Huai nodded slightly: "I believe in Master." ”

It was early autumn when Xue Huai and Master descended the mountain. Before leaving, he sent a letter to King Hui, explaining that he was going down the mountain to travel, and the date of his return was undecided, and he could exchange letters with King Hui, and he would check whether King Hui had written to him at the post station in the town. On the day of going down the mountain, Xue Huai first went to the back mountain to worship Xue Zhen, and talked to Xue Zhen alone, and Du E had been waiting for him on the way down the mountain.

The master and apprentice did not have a clear destination, only walked all the way to turn their fate into good deeds, and they were still like in the temple, teaching Xue Huai all kinds of homework every day, Buddhism, Buddhism, chess, calligraphy and painting, military strategies, martial arts and medical skills, and so on. Xue Huai listened carefully and learned, and often felt that the master's knowledge was vast and profound, like the vastness of the sea. But the master is still strict, and whenever Xue Huai can't respond to something, he will be punished, just like what he received in the Discipline Hall.

The days of wandering abroad are quite hard, but there are no more villains, and no inexplicable disasters have come. After a long day, the snow felt something in my heart - the master took him down the mountain, as if to avoid disaster. Although the master still refuses to reveal a single so-called truth or secret, Xue Huai always feels that the master is not as unkind as in the temple, and occasionally shows himself the appearance of a kind elder.

As he grew older, Xue Huai was punished less and less, and he was hardly punished again after the age of seventeen. The master and apprentice will return to the temple every once in a while, but they will not stay in the temple for too long, most of them will treat the sick of poor families near Lanxi, or cultivate in the back mountain, and they will also go to King Hui's mansion at the invitation of King Hui to talk about Buddhism with King Hui or ask him for a safe pulse, because King Hui always said that he trusted Xue Huai's medical skills the most, but unfortunately he was not always in Lanxi.

When he travels all over the world, he does good deeds to help others, and when he returns to Lanxi, he treats the sick and gives porridge.

Such an ordinary and ordinary monk's daily life made Xue Huai gradually bury the dangerous and deceitful designs in the past, and even deliberately forgot them.

He was a little naïve to think that he had escaped the so-called fate, that he had avoided the calamity of innocence, and that he had been able to live in peace with the Master.

Xue Huai received a distress letter from Chang Yu in a small post station in winter, and at this time he and his master were in Taizhou, helping the victims in the turmoil. The turmoil in Taizhou was suppressed by the four daughters of the Yue family, and at this time the city had been pacified, and the victims had returned home one after another. So after Xue Huai asked the master's opinion, the master and apprentice embarked on the journey back to Lanxi together.

It's just that the closer he got to Lanxi, the more he felt that Master's brow hadn't stretched.

The cycle of fate never stops, never ends.