An ancient temple at the foot of the Red Mountain, Hongmen Temple, it is said that it was a famous temple in Longcheng hundreds of years ago, with a large number of monks, incense flourishing, and many believers. And now it is a lonely broken temple, the weeds are luxuriant, the mountain stone in front of the door has long been spotted with moss, except for a Buddha statue in the front hall is still intact, only the old weeping willow in the courtyard that few people can not surround is still preserved to this day, it used to be used by believers to make wishes, and now there are still a few strings of faded bells, and the rest have long been dilapidated, only a thatched house in the backyard is still complete and clean.

Yan Nan and his master live in these thatched huts, and usually make a living by picking herbs, Yan Nan grew up here, and his only relative is this old monk, that is, his master. He didn't know where he came from or who his parents were, but he only knew that it was the master who adopted him and taught him to read, read and pick herbs, and the two of them depended on each other for more than ten years.

Now, Yan Nan also took out a red rope in his hand, silently walked under the old willow tree, pulled down a thick branch, and tied the red rope, he never believed in these, but since the master came back, he has been bedridden, and he has not gotten out of bed for many days, he has never been so eager that his actions can move the gods and make the master better, after all, he only has such a relative. But he had used up almost all the healing herbs he knew, but Master's body was still getting worse day by day. On this day, Yan Nan just came back from collecting medicine, the master had already done it, and his eyes were a little brighter, Yan Nan was even more happy to jump up when he saw it, thinking to himself: Finally, a few days of hard work have not been in vain, and he is also going to go down the mountain today to buy an old hen for the master and make a bowl of chicken soup, although the master has always been a vegetarian, but to this point, in order to make the master recover, he must hand it over to the master to eat anyway. But now that Master has regained his spirits, he is very pleased.

Just about to help the master get out of bed, the master waved his hand to stop Yan Nan, and pulled him to sit beside him, Yan Nan found that the master's eyes today were a little different from the usual solemnity, so he sat down honestly, the old monk stroked Yan Nan's little head, endless love and reluctance, or said word by word: "Yan'er, Master is leaving, I can't accompany you anymore." ”

Yan Nan was stunned when he heard this: "Master, you ......"

The old monk shook his head, didn't let Yan Nan continue, and continued: "Yan'er, keep in mind what Master said today, it will be useful for you no matter what path you take in the future, you know?" ”

Yan Nan nodded tearfully.

The old monk sighed: "Yan'er, remember Master's words, don't rush to find the Four Tigers for revenge, if you want revenge, you must wait until you are strong enough to destroy them at will, and there is no room to fight back, don't be strong for a while and hurt yourself and those close to you, you know." ”

Yan Nan nodded vigorously, and the old monk continued: "In the future, whether you want to take revenge or go to other paths, you must protect yourself first, as long as you are alive, you are qualified to do other facts, otherwise it is all in vain, today's world, the law is the jungle, there is no fairness at all, as long as you are weak, others will be stronger, fairness is only for people with equal strength, only if you look down on others, you are qualified to talk about fairness, do you remember?" ”

Yan Nan pulled the sleeves of his master's coat, his eyes were already blurred, and he nodded: "Master, Yan'er remembers, but don't leave me, you leave, what should Yan'er do?" ”

The old monk wiped away Yan Nan's tears and said: "As a man, don't cry easily, even if you are sad, don't cry in front of others, this is a sign of weakness, you will always grow up, and the master will leave sooner or later, but it's a pity that the master can't see you grow up, there will be no master in the future, you have to be strong." ”

"Master!" Yan Nan left tears again.

The old monk took out a jade pendant from his arms and put it in Yan Nan's hand tremblingly, "This is the object that was around you when the master picked you up, you took it by yourself, maybe you can find your relatives, at that time you were only the size of a palm, and the word Yan Nan was written on your clothes, so the master called you Yan Nan ......"

The old monk's speech became weaker and weaker, and he had already lay down, suddenly looking tired, his eyes were dilated, and finally his lips opened slightly and said, "Master is gone, Yan'er." Slowly closed his eyes, and as Yan Nan shouted out to Master heartbreakingly, the old monk never opened his eyes after all.

Yan Nan buried the master with his own hands, it was this old monk, the person he saw as soon as he opened his eyes, the person who taught him to read and recognize medicine, and the relatives who had accompanied him for more than ten years, but today, Yan Nan felt that as soon as the master left, he had nothing, and the whole world became gray and cold. Yan Nan silently shed tears in front of the master's grave and walked down the mountain silently.

Yan Nan also has a playmate at the bottom of the mountain, called Zhong Xiaoyu, who lives at the foot of the mountain, because Aunt Zhong worships the Buddha all the year round, often burns incense in Hongmen Temple, this comes and goes, and Zhong Xiaoyu is familiar with it, and often plays together. Xiaoyu's round face is very cute, and the master also likes her, her father often goes to do business outside the border, and the family is quite wealthy, and he often helps the master and apprentice.

Yan Nan crossed the river, walked to the side of a large courtyard in the foyer, and quietly bypassed the gate to the back door, just when Yan Nan just arrived at the corner of the wall, a black shadow flashed, disappeared in the wall, Yan Nan walked to the back door, to the door "Wang, Wang" learned a few dog barks, after a while, heard the sound of the door, a pretty face poked out, round face, laughing like a small flower.

"Little Boy" "Little Jade"

The two of them held hands affectionately, "You haven't come to me for a few days, little man." Xiao Yu's tone of concern was like that of a mature woman, Yan Nan lowered his head and told her, "My master has passed away." ”

"Master is dead", Xiao Yu was stunned when she heard this: "What's wrong with Master, is he sick, he was still in good health a few days ago." ”

Yan Nan told Xiao Yu before and after meeting the four tigers on the road and being rescued by others, Xiao Yu's eyes widened in disbelief, she still pulled Yan Nan to comfort her and asked, "Then what are you going to do in the future?" ”

Yan Nan was silent for a moment and replied: "I don't know, but I must avenge this revenge." ”

Xiao Yu patted him on the shoulder and didn't speak, then she rolled her big eyes and took Yan Nan's hand and said, "You haven't eaten yet, let's go, I'll take you to my living room and steal the pastries for you to eat." The two of them sneaked into the back door, it was almost noon, most of the family members were resting, Yan Nan ran into the inner courtyard with Xiao Yu and the two like kittens, Xiao Yu grabbed all the pastries on the plate and stuffed them to Yan Nan, "Eat quickly", Yan Nan was really hungry, and ate a few pieces in a moment, Xiao Yu held his cheeks and looked at Yan Nan's gulp of food, just like looking at a lover who had not seen him for many years, and didn't want to take his eyes off for a moment. It seemed to be a woman's voice, the voice came from the inner hall, and it was calm for a moment, but in the calm afternoon, it was particularly abrupt. Xiao Yu and Yan Nan were stunned, Yan Nan immediately put down the food in his hand, pulled Xiao Yu and quietly walked into the inner courtyard, which was the bedroom, the two stopped outside an inner room, it was Aunt Zhong's room, usually when Xiao Yu's father went out, Aunt Zhong lived alone, Xiao Yu was just about to push the door, but Yan Nan pulled him, and made a silent gesture, gently pierced the sticker on the door, and looked inside.

Yan Nan didn't let Xiaoyu go in directly, he still had his concerns, first, after all, it was the rest time, and it didn't seem polite to go in directly, and second, there was no one at this time, and there were sounds and voices, so there must be an inside story. When he looked inside, he saw a vision that would affect his life. He saw a pair of legs, a pair of thick long legs, and a huge gourd hanging from his waist and shoulders, and the gourd was painted with a vermilion pattern, as red as blood, this pattern made Yan Nan's heart tremble, and he felt that this pattern was like a bloody mouth, which could eat his flesh and blood at any time, and the man in black had a short knife stuck in his leg, because a bead curtain blocked the man's upper body, so that he could not see his face clearly. The man is putting on a long shirt at the moment, smashing the belt neatly, Yan Nan's eyes are fixed, the man has already dressed, quietly staring at the bed, seems to be a little reluctant, reaching out to caress a piece of white legs like snow, and then looking inside, Yan Nan was startled, the ground was scattered with Xiaoyu's mother's clothes, and on the bed was a woman wearing only pink obscene clothes, her skin was snow-white, and she was being molested by the man's hands, Xiaoyu's mother's eyes were slightly open, her lips were biting, but she was motionless, her cheeks were full of tears, and she let the hands of the man in black swim, The man seemed to be unsatisfied, but he still stopped, and drew the bright short knife on his leg.

"Mother", the man in black was just about to swing the knife, heard a shout, his eyes were sharp, he turned to the door, his eyes flowed out of a trace of ruthlessness and murderous intent, and he wanted to chase him out, but the figure was stagnant, and when he looked back, he saw that a white hand was pulling his shirt, and the woman didn't know when she got up, regardless of her clothes, she grabbed his shirt, and shouted weakly: "Yu'er, go quickly, go to find your father!" ”

At this moment, the man in black hesitated for a moment, looked back at the stunning woman, and with a flash of fierceness, he swept up through the window and disappeared again. Yan Nan pulled Xiao Yu to hide in a corner of the inner courtyard, covering Xiao Yu's mouth with his hand, Xiao Yu couldn't make a sound, but the tears had wet Yan Nan's hands, waiting for a long time, there was no movement, Yan Nan let go of Xiao Yu, and hurriedly ran to Aunt Zhong's room, seeing everything in the room, the corners of Yan Nan's mouth twitched, clenched his fists tightly, his heart fluctuated, and his teeth clucked. Mrs. Zhong was not clothed, her snow-white body had been dyed red with blood, Xiaoyu was already crying heartbreakingly, this cry also alarmed others, and the people in the family also rushed over when they heard the sound. Yan Nan only comforted Xiaoyu for a while, and after telling their family to inform the master, he walked out silently again.

When he walked to the door, he stopped again, staring at the void in front of him, but his heart was inexplicably surprised and frightened, and he didn't feel that his legs were trembling a little, Yan Nan's pupils were dilated, and the look of surprise was indescribable. Because he really saw Mrs. Zhong's figure floating vaguely in front of him, his body was transparent, only his face was seen, and her eyes were as hazy as mist, looking straight at Yan Nan, and later Mrs. Zhong's figure drifted away like fog, slowly gathering into a bright and crystalline bead, and flew into Yan Nan's body in a moment. Yan Nan's abdomen was cold in an instant, slowly spreading to the whole body, Yan Nan's body was cold at the moment, he couldn't move, even his head was dizzy, countless pictures flashed uncontrollably in his mind, and after a while, Yan Nan's face was pale, cold sweat soaked his whole body, and he was full of excitement, and his hands and feet slowly moved a few times before he took a step and walked towards Hongmen Temple.

At this moment, in a confined space in the hinterland of Montenegro, a middle-aged man in a long robe, surrounded by a black mist, the black fog ghostly flew and churned in the air, like boiling water, gradually, the mist gathered together like a soul, and all the brains were sucked into the man's air, flowing out of the middle-aged man's long white face, a wisp of long hair on the long face, the man sat quietly for a moment, stretched out his hands like a puppet, his fingers slowly trembled, making a gurgling sound, the man examined his hands, A ghostly voice sounded: "Well, the ghost tears are really a high-grade elixir, hahaha", and the ghostly laughter resounded through the valley.