Song Li frowned, grabbed his coat from the screen, turned around and walked towards the punishment hall.

Ji Mian also wanted to follow, but as soon as he took two steps, he stumbled and fell to the ground.

She also injured her leg.

"Sister Mianmian," Zishu, who was sleeping in the nearby meditation room, was awakened, ran out in plain clothes, and helped her up: "Are you okay?" ”

"It's fine." Ji Mian's face twitched, he jumped on one foot, and he took two steps and shouted.

Zishu helped her, and felt pain when he looked at it: "Uncle Infernal Affairs, they are really ruthless......

"Not ruthless...... Ah, Sister wants to do it herself, that's even more ...... Hiss...... Vicious! ”

Anyway, Buddhism doesn't kill, she chooses by herself, she can't die, and she can be happy.

Song Li made a move, she would definitely have to live rather than die.

——

The penal hall was established many generations ago, and although it has not been used much, it has not been abolished.

Occasionally opened, he is also a law enforcer composed of disciples of the Martial Arts Academy.

In addition to not wanting your life, the attack is really ruthless!

When Song left, there was a sign outside the door that read "Execution", which meant that there was no interruption, otherwise the interrupter would have to replace the previous punisher and accept all punishments.

She asked a monk who was keeping vigil next to her, "How long has he been in?" ”

The monk said, "An hour." ”

Two hours?

Song Li frowned, and directly raised his foot and kicked the door, in the room where the candle was lit, several disciples holding long sticks saw her and were stunned, "Senior Sister Song, why are you here?" ”

Song Li was cold: "What about people? ”

The disciple instantly understood, and pointed to the top.

The penal hall has a total of seven floors, and the final punishment is on the seventh floor.

"Bang!"

When Song Li came up, Fu Shiyi was kicked and flew to the wall.

He coughed and spit out a mouthful of blood, supported his arms and struggled to get up against the wall, full of gloom, and said to the disciples who were executing, "Come again." ”

"Amitabha," a monk saluted him: "My Buddha is merciful, the donor is self-defeating, and we are also doing good deeds when we are accomplished, and if we continue, the donor's life is in danger." ”

"Go on!" Fu Shiyi coughed up a mouthful of blood, staggered and rushed up again.

More than a dozen monks immediately dodged and surrounded him.

"Why is the donor obsessed?" The leader screamed, jumped up under his feet, and the long stick in his hand landed on Fu Shiyi's shoulder with the wind, making him kneel directly on the ground.

"Why is the donor obsessed?"

A dozen other people also questioned, and the sound of brushing through the rubble of the roof rushed into the sky.

Fu Shiyi crawled directly to the ground, blood constantly spilling out of his mouth, and he didn't move.

I don't know who saw the person standing at the staircase first, and shouted in surprise: "Senior Sister Song? ”

Fu Shiyi wanted to look up, but more than ten sticks fell on his body, his bones were all broken, his vision was dizzy, and his neck couldn't move as if it was broken.

Song Li let out a faint "um", looking at this scene with no expression on his face.

The monk looked at this scene and seemed to understand something, and hurriedly said: "This donor will be punished if he breaks in, and if I don't punish the innocent people, especially the guests outside the mountain, he will break a Buddha statue in the apse." ”

"We shot and he didn't fight back at all." Another person also said.

Naturally, they will not show mercy when they shoot, and every stick and every card will deal real damage.

On the premise that he won't die, do your best.

But this person doesn't even have the most basic resistance.

Fu Shiyi lay on the ground, wasted for a long time, and finally twisted his neck, his originally handsome face was covered with blood, he wanted to get up, but he couldn't exert a little strength, and opened his mouth in a trance: "Ah Li......"

That year, they met by chance on the way to be hunted down, and fought mercilessly in order to fight for a ruined temple as a temporary hideout, and the little boy won.

In order to protect himself, he threw the seven-year-old girl into a dry well, and attracted two groups of pursuers, so the little girl was arrested.

It was a hell on earth, and she had endured endless inhuman torture.

Almost all humanity has been wiped out.

In the end, it was the empty man who passed by and rescued her and brought her here to cultivate her self-cultivation.

Since then, her body has been like a mutation, and she has developed a stress response to the rough stone.

Originally, they could hide together, but there could only be one lord in a piece of land!

Did she hate the teenager? She didn't know either.

But over the years, she has never forgotten and never thought of taking revenge on that little boy.

After all, it's just that she's not as good as others.

It's just that I didn't expect that person to be Fu Shiyi.

At this time, Song Li looked at her, his eyebrows were cold, and his heart was in turmoil that he had never felt before.

It was a long time before she walked over with her feet up.

Squatted down in front of Fu Shiyi, his desolate fingers crossed his forehead, and he sneered: "It's a bitter meat trick again?" ”

"No," Fu Shiyi unloaded all his strength, lay on the floor, endured the pain of his limbs and five bones being broken, closed his eyes, and was weak with more breath and less breath, "I want to suffer all the suffering you have suffered, and then let you never encounter it again in the future, but that suffering is what I gave you." ”

Even if they didn't know each other at that time.

"The winner is king, and the loser is the villain." Song Li said this sentence without sadness or joy on his face.

Then get up.

"Ah Li......"

Seeing that she was leaving, Fu Shiyi suddenly felt a touch of panic in his heart, and wanted to reach out to grab her, but he was slashed in the back of the neck, and the whole person was completely unconscious.

——

"Boom! Boom! Boom-"

The morning bell of Hongyuan Temple rang through the sky, ethereal vicissitudes, mixed with the sound of beating wooden fish, which seemed to be in the ears, directly waking Fu Shiyi up.

The pain that tore all over his body as if he had been run over made him realize himself.

"Ah Li!" I subconsciously wanted to get up, but I was pressed down by someone's hand.

"Don't move around, lest the bones that have just been picked up will be shattered again."

Fu Shiyi lay back and looked sideways into the room, there was nothing except sandalwood and empty houses.

He looked at the empty man, his throat was dry, and his voice was hoarse: "What about Ah Li?" ”

The empty man recited the Buddha's name: "Go down the mountain." ”

Fu Shiyi was slightly stunned, flustered and worried, and he had to get up again regardless of his body.

Kongxiao didn't stop him this time, but said lightly: "Last night's punishment, except for Ren Du's second vein, your bones and tendons are almost all broken, if you want to lie in bed like this for the rest of your life, then just move." ”

Fu Shiyi's body stiffened, retracted his strength and lay back again, closing his eyes, "Did she leave anything behind?" ”

Kongxiao shook his head, knocked on the wooden fish in his hand, and said leisurely: "The world is vast, why be trapped by love, why be obsessed?" ”

Fu Shiyi's gauze-wrapped fingers curled up and said in a dumb voice, "You don't understand." ”

Kongxiao laughed: "Buddhism pays attention to the six purities, do you think that so many monks, they have seen through the red dust, should they have never tasted the eight sufferings of the world?" ”

Fu Shiyi said: "Everyone is different. ”

"That's right." Kongxiao nodded and turned the Buddha beads, "The poison in your body could have been suppressed, but it was dispersed last night and has invaded your heart." ”

Fu Shiyi's pupils suddenly condensed, and he pursed his lips: "Does she know too?" ”

"As I said, the two of you should not be married. However, the destiny of heaven may also be changed. Kongxiao didn't answer this question, only sighed heavily, "Buddhism pays attention to fate, if there is fate, we will meet again, don't be too obsessed." The mountains and rivers here are beautiful, quiet and elegant, suitable for healing injuries and detoxification, so let's live with peace of mind for the time being. ”