Chapter 2 Inheritance of Ancestors
In a dilapidated temple, the master and apprentice sit on a tattered straw mat.
"Yang Zhi, you don't have to feel guilty. Do you know why we are the only ones left with you and me?"
The master touched Yang Zhi's head lovingly, Yang Zhi thought for a moment and shook his head.
"Silly boy, thieves are the most shameful, but you can also see that there is no shortage of thieves in the world. But our sect that was founded on thieves is so lonely?"
The master sighed deeply, the thief door is getting more and more broken, maybe no one knows about the existence of the thief door for a long time.
"I know, those thieves are too bad, Master doesn't like them. ”
Yang Zhi raised his head, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.
"Silly boy, what is bad and what is good, this is not easy to measure, just like today, do you still think you are a bad person?"
Master said as he took out something out of nowhere.
I saw the master put things on the ground one by one, a spiritual position whose handwriting had been blurred, and a tattered book, and a token in the next piece.
Yang Zhi, kneeling down in front of the spiritual seat. ”
Master's face suddenly became serious, Yang Zhi listened to Master's arrangement, and after the whole process was over, Master handed over all three things to Yang Zhi, plus a space bag.
On this day, Yang Zhi became the head of the new generation of thieves, but he was a bare-bones commander.
With the help of his master, Yang Zhi cultivated the space generation and put the spirit position and token of the thief ancestor into the space bag. Then open the book and study it carefully.
"The first one steals gold and silver treasures, the beginner steals people's hearts, the small one steals all things, the big one steals the rules, and the peak can steal the sky. ”
There were a few words that made people feel excited, and listening to Yang Zhi's reading voice, the master nodded with satisfaction. The tired eyes slowly closed, and the body slowly stiffened.
Yang Zhi has never been exposed to the knowledge in this book. For a while, it was like a whole new world opening up to Yang Zhi, making Yang Zhi addicted to the world in the book and unable to extricate himself.
Theft, literally, is indeed shameful. This is also the reason why the thief door has developed so far, and it is becoming more and more dilapidated.
This book is the life's work of the ancestor of the thief, and it shows that the theft technique is not as simple as it seems on the surface.
For example, during the day, Yang Zhi stole the property of a rich man, and later gave it to the little girl without leaving a penny in order to save people. Is this specifically right or wrong, from the perspective of the owner, Yang Zhi is a shameful thief, and he is naturally wrong.
However, the money he stole saved people's lives, which is right, as Master said, where is there such a ruler to measure things in the world.
The content of the last page lifted Yang Zhi's spirits.
"Whoever I steal from the door, there are three who do not steal. The wealth of justice is not stolen, the old are not stolen, and the weak are not stolen....... ”
Behind are some of the door rules, from the door rules, even if the door is not good, but it is definitely not bad. Yang Zhi nodded with satisfaction, and just as he closed the book, a palm-sized piece of paper fell.
"Huh. ”
Yang Zhi was shocked, for fear that the book was broken. Hurriedly picked up the piece of paper on the ground, but the feel of the piece of paper was obviously different from that of a book.
Yang Zhi suddenly became puzzled, and hurriedly opened the book, rummaging through the pages. However, after reading a book, I couldn't find any damage.
"Master, Master, what do you think this is?"
Yang Zhi then remembered his master, and when he raised his head, the dazzling sunlight shone in. Only then did Yang Zhi know that he had actually read the book all night.
"Master, Master. ”
Even a few exhalations, the master did not respond. Yang Zhi hurriedly put his finger under the master's nostrils in a panic.
"Master, don't leave your apprentices behind!"
A heart-rending wail tore the silence of the ruined temple. Master went and went with satisfaction. Yang Zhi, who was only eight years old, dug a pit outside the ruined temple, moved the master's body into the pit, and prepared to bury it.
At this time, an envelope was revealed in Master's arms. Yang Zhi hurriedly opened the envelope, and inside was Master's handwriting.
"Yang Zhi, my stupid apprentice, Master will go one day. Don't be too sad, you have to remember that in that book, there is a secret hidden in the ancestor, and I heard that it is the inheritance of the ancestor. You must find the inheritance of the ancestor, the master does not want you to develop and grow the thief door, but the thief door cannot ......be extinguished. ”
Yang Zhi hurriedly took out the quick piece of paper, shocked in his heart, could it be that this is the ancestral inheritance that the successive heads of the thief sect have been looking for.
I don't know how many generations have passed, and they can't find it, why did I show up as soon as I got it. Yang Zhi thought for a while, but he really couldn't figure it out, so he had to put away the pieces of paper and put the master into the ground first.
An unnamed earthen bag was erected outside the ruined temple. This is Master's last wish, and Master is not allowed to leave anything about his identity.
After accompanying the master for three days and three nights, Yang Zhi took out the quick piece of paper. There's nothing on the scrap of paper, it's just a blank piece of paper.
But to Yang Zhi's surprise, he accidentally dropped the piece of paper to the ground, but the piece of paper was spotless.
What is certain now is that this piece of paper is no ordinary piece of paper. In fact, this book was the only book made of paper that Yang Zhi had ever seen.
The others are carved from bamboo slips. Of course, Yang Zhi, who is only eight years old, naturally doesn't think about the difference between this book and bamboo slips. According to custom, it is necessary to keep the spirits of the deceased for seven days.
Until the fifth day, Yang Zhi, who didn't eat or drink, couldn't hold on, his eyes were black, and he fainted.
It didn't take long for the originally clear sky to suddenly blow strong winds and rain down. The pouring rain suddenly wet Yang Zhi's thin clothes. It rained for several hours, and the angry god withdrew its tears.
In the rain, the rain entered Yang Zhi's mouth. Just this little rain has become Yang Zhi's life-saving elixir.
Yang Zhi, whose lips were cracked, coughed lightly and slowly woke up. Feel the moisture on your body, and the mud on the ground.
"Yikes. ”
Realizing something, Yang Zhi's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly took out the book in his arms. The books had been soaked in the rain, and Yang Zhi suddenly cried. This is a relic given to him by Master.
"Why, why didn't you even leave Master's relics for me. ”
Yang Zhi, who blamed himself and was aggrieved, sorted out the blurred and broken books little by little.
At this time, a piece of paper came into his hand. The piece of paper was not soaked or damaged. Yang Zhi looked at it curiously, and this look suddenly startled Yang Zhi.
I saw that on the piece of paper, some vein maps appeared, although Yang Zhi was young, he also knew that this was a map.
"This is the piece of paper, is this the ...... The place where the ancestors passed down. ”
Yang Zhi was short of breath, looking at the red dots on the map, his heart pounding.
"I understand, this may be the reason why the successive heads of the family can't find the inheritance of their ancestors. ”
Yang Zhi exclaimed, hurriedly looked around, and after seeing that there was no one, he carefully put the map into the space bag.