It was no longer possible to distinguish tears, rain or blood, and the third child made a weak voice.

"I'm sorry, eldest brother, second brother, I... I can't help it.... The third child didn't finish his words, but his injuries were too serious, and he finally died of despair.

"Third brother, third brother." Both shouted at the same time, but could not do anything.

The boss gently closed the eyes of the third child and lay him flat on the ground, and his originally kind face instantly became serious, and he asked.

"Who the hell is it?" A roar frightened the surrounding villagers into retreating.

"It's... Killed by lightning. Some villagers told the white-haired old man what they had seen.

"yes, we're... See. "There are also village names that are accompanied by proof.

"Nonsense! My Guang family does things above board, how can I end up so damned? The boss said in an atmospheric manner.

The usually calm second child suddenly noticed a detail, and he looked into the distance, and the completely different scene made him puzzled.

"Big brother, look at the other side of the mountain." The boss looked in the direction of the second child's finger.

I saw that the starry sky on the other side of the mountain was brilliant, cloudless, and the moonlight was shining, and then I looked at my village, which was completely two worlds, and the white-haired old man suddenly remembered something.

"No, let's go." The eldest directly carried the body of the third child and walked away, explaining to the second child as he walked.

"Second brother, do you remember that your father said that our family will have a death catastrophe every twenty years?"

"Remember, but nothing has happened in decades?" The second replied.

"Now that I think about it, I know that my father's purpose for letting our family live in seclusion here was to avoid death, but I didn't expect that decades have passed, and we still can't escape after all."

"So what can we do?"

"Find a way to keep the ...... of the family's bloodline." Before the words fell, another huge lightning bolt fell on the boss's head, and the white-haired old man fell down without resistance.

"Boom."

Another lightning flashed, and the second elder also suffered this bad luck, followed by countless lightning bolts one after another, and the entire Chinese New Year's Eve was like day for this village.

All the people in the village, men, women and children, died tragically overnight, and the death of everyone was horrific. It wasn't until the next morning that everything was back to normal, but the village was dead silent.

An old monk dressed in a monk's robe, a white beard happened to travel here, the scene in front of him shocked him, after careful investigation of the situation, although it looks like a natural disaster, but the old monk saw the clue, if it is a natural disaster then why the house is not damaged, but only the name of the village died, the old monk sighed.

"Amitabha, good, good, alas, who is going to lead the thunder to kill them all, alas."

After a helpless sigh, the response was the sad cry of insects and birds in the mountains, the old monk had a compassionate heart, he was already old, but he still cremated the corpses of more than 200 people outside the village one by one.

A breeze blew, scattering the ashes into the sky, and the old monk recited the Zen Sutra in his mouth, surpassing these lonely souls. When it was over, the old monk was a little tired and sat down outside the door of a small wooden house in the village to close his eyes and take a nap.

Suddenly, there was a cry of a baby from inside the wooden house, and the old monk immediately opened his eyes and stood up and walked to the inner room.

Searching for the sound, the old monk finally found a baby boy under the stove, who was less than a year old, presumably hungry, and then cried.

The old monk finally showed some smiles on his face, his heavy heart was somewhat relieved, and he looked at the dusty child in his arms, and felt pity.

"Why don't you just be dusted."

……

Fifteen years later.

Luochen has grown into a handsome boy, but he has been following the old monk around the world for more than ten years, and he is a little rough, but these ten years have made Luochen, who is only fifteen years old, have a different maturity and insight.

The old monk dragged his steps a little slowly, his gray beard was all white, he found a stone beside him and sat down, pulled Luochen down to his side and said: "Luochen, there are some things that should be told to you, if you don't talk about it, I'm afraid there will be no chance in the future." ”

"Master, if you say such things again, you will definitely live a long life." Luochen said this, but he knew in his heart that the old monk's body had obviously been worse than a year in the past few years, and the day when the oil ran out of light fell.

"Hehe, gods will die, how can people not die, okay, dust, listen to me." These old monks have taught all their knowledge to Luochen, and more than ten years of careful teaching have finally comforted the old man. Looking at the childish dust in front of him, the old monk was both painful and loving. Luochen has been smart and clever since he was a child, he can learn anything, and he understands it as soon as he listens to it, if he really wants to say that there is a little imperfection, it is that his cultivation in martial arts is too poor, just like an ordinary person, but in such a world, ordinary people are the weakest and weakest. Thinking of this, the old monk was a little relieved.

"Falling dust, don't know how to learn martial arts and don't care, stay away from the world, live a free life, why not, this is also the original intention of naming Luochen for you as a teacher."

"The apprentice knows, I want to be a monk who travels all over the world like my master,"

The old monk interrupted: "No, no, no, you are still young, the outside world is so big, you can't just focus on the present, I am to keep you away from the world's grievances, but how can the world be as we wish." ”

"Master, don't worry, I will definitely follow your teachings and be a person who adheres to my heart."

The old monk nodded with satisfaction and said, "Yes, I am relieved that you have such understanding." After the old monk finished speaking, he took a string of Buddhist beads from his wrist and handed it to Luochen.

"This is what I got by chance in my early years, and I give it to you now, remember not to leave me, so that I can keep you safe for the rest of your life."

Hearing that it was such a treasure, Luochen didn't dare to accept it, so he hurriedly excused himself and said: "Master, this must not be, such a valuable thing, you should keep it for yourself." ”

"Hehe, people who are about to run out of oil and lamps, what's the use of asking for this, besides, this is only useful for you, and others are just a string of ordinary Buddha beads." The old monk explained, and handed the beads to the dust again.

Healed the suspicious dust of the letter and took the Buddha beads, and after saluting, he said, "Thank you for the gift of the master." ”

"Then the teacher will pass you a set of meditation decisions, when you are upset and irritable, you can recite this heart decision to get through the difficulties with peace of mind, and the road ahead depends on how you go, remember what you just said--- it is enough to do what you want." The old monk said with a smile.

"Dust remembers." Then casually put the Buddha beads on his left wrist, the size is just right, a total of eight Buddha beads, each of which is very exquisite, and the dust is a little bit in love for a while.

A bright light inadvertently swept the old monk's eyes, and the strange feeling immediately made the old man realize that it was emanating from the string of Buddhist beads just now.

The old monk immediately grabbed Luochen's left hand and looked at it carefully, but there was nothing unusual, and the old monk who was a little worried finally gave up and couldn't help but read.

"Fortune and misfortune depend on each other, and it is up to fate."

Noticing the old monk's strange appearance, Luochen asked with concern, "Master, what's wrong with you?" Didn't you say you should do whatever you want, why should you leave it to the fate of God? ”

The old monk was asked for a while, looked at the child in front of him for a long time, and obviously saw his rebellious heart, and said secretly: "If it was a mistake to save this child in the first place, then let me bear the consequences." ”

But the old monk didn't say anything, just caressed and touched Luochen's unshaved hair, and said slowly: "Luochen, you have to always remember ......." ”

"Poof."

Before the words fell, a feathered arrow suddenly came out of the old monk's back.