The strange bird Tuk Tuk, seeing Zhang Yang's eyes on himself, raised his head humanely, as if showing off, jumped on the spot, and turned around twice.

"Puff ......" was originally in a depressed mood, and it seemed that the little guy's actions couldn't help laughing, and his depressed mood was swept away.

However, at the moment when Zhang Yang laughed, the strange bird Tu Tuk suddenly shook its feathers, turned into a black cold lightning, and shot towards Zhang Yang.

"Whoosh!"

A cold air hit in an instant, and Zhang Yang couldn't help but shiver, and his hairs stood on end.

When the blind old monk next to him heard the sound, his face changed suddenly, and he immediately spoke, and said sharply: "Tuk Tuk, no!"

The blind old monk stopped drinking, and the black strange bird actually stopped immediately. The wings fluttered in the air, and the sharp beak was only an inch away from the flamboyant left eye.

Cold sweat kept dripping down his face, his eyes were full of horror, and he couldn't help but think with some fear: "If this old monk is half a point slower, I'm afraid that my eye will be pecked away by this strange bird!"

The strange bird tuk tuk fluttered in front of Zhang Yang for a while, and suddenly fell to the ground slowly.

The blind old monk smiled and said: "Don't blame the donor, Tu Du Fang must have misunderstood the donor, so he suddenly became difficult!"

It was only at this time that Zhang Yang came back to his senses with palpitations, and he took a deep look at the black strange bird, and secretly spoke!

"Thank you master for opening your mouth to help, otherwise the younger generation will ......" Zhang Yang bowed deeply to the blind old monk.

"Amitabha Buddha ......" the blind old monk clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name.

The two sat opposite each other, and in the stone cave, there was a sudden silence.

After a long time, the blind old monk spoke again and asked, "What are the donor's plans for the future?"

Zhang Yang sighed on his back, recalled the past in his mind, and sighed: "The worldly things have nothing to do with me anymore. ”

The blind old monk pondered for a long time and said, "The donor is young, why is he so demoralized?"

Zhang Yang was stunned and said: "Doesn't your Buddhism say that the four are empty and the six roots are quiet, how did you come to me and become a dwilight?"

The blind old monk sighed lightly and said: "Buddhism pays attention to the four major emptiness, which is the way of birth, but I look at the benefactor, and I have not cut off the red dust, and the entry into the world is not finished, so how can I talk about being born, how can the four major ones be empty, and the six roots are quiet?"

Zhang Yang was surprised again: "How can the master know that the younger generation has not broken the red dust and cannot be born?"

"Huh...... In the past three days of the benefactor's coma, he has been shouting the name of a woman every night, sometimes with love and sometimes hatred. A person can have such an extremely complex relationship with another person, and the obsession in this cannot be cut off in one or two sentences. ”

"I shouted her name in my sleep?" Zhang Yang's eyes were gloomy, the corners of his mouth showed bitterness, and he couldn't help laughing at himself in his heart: "Zhang Yang, Zhang Yang, this woman hurts you so deeply, you can never forget it." You've hurt her, but it's all unintentional......"

"Why, why do you do this to me, why?" Unconsciously, Zhang Yang's fists clenched, and his finger joints rattled!

"Alas...... How easy is it to cut off the red dust? Young man, you can do it yourself, the poor monk is leaving!" the blind old monk sighed on his back and slowly got up.

Zhang Yang immediately asked, "Where is the master going?"

"Hehe, the world is so big, where can't you go, where can't you go?" the blind old monk said meaningfully.

"Then whether we will meet again one day, he will repay the master's kindness for reconstruction!" Zhang Yang said eagerly.

The blind old monk turned around and said, "That's it...... , if there is a fate, we will meet. Before leaving, the poor monk gave the benefactor a gift. ”

Zhang Yang was surprised: "Master, you ......"

"Tu Tuk, go!" As the words of the blind old monk fell, the black strange bird Tu Tuk jumped on Zhang Yang's shoulder, and then jumped up, flying to Zhang Yang's head for a while, and hanging on Zhang Yang's back for a while, having a lot of fun.

Zhang Yang saw Tutu jumping up and down on him, and immediately felt his scalp tingle, and he couldn't help but think that if this little monster could play and peck at him, wouldn't it be a blood hole.

Before he could speak, the blind old monk said: "Don't be afraid, Tuk Tuk will not hurt you, because since the moment it drank your blood and was willing to lay a heterozyte to save you, you are its master, and there is an inexplicable sense of intimacy between it and you." ”

"Goo-to-......" Zhang Yang swallowed a mouthful of saliva and grinned: "The master is not joking with me, just now it almost ......"

The blind old monk smiled: "The donor has misunderstood, Fang Cai Tutu is just joking with you and deliberately scaring you, if it wants to hurt you, you will never have a chance to react." ”

Call......

Zhang Yang let out a sigh, and at this time, the black strange bird suddenly landed quietly on Zhang Yang's shoulder, his petite head snuggled against Zhang Yang's neck, rubbing slightly, and the mung bean's big eyes blinked and closed, as if he was pleasing him.

"This little thing, even coquettish ......" Zhang Yang was stunned for a long time, and suddenly felt particularly interesting.

"Tuk-tuk, tuk-tuk......" the black strange bird Tuk-tuk called twice happily.

After Zhang Yang listened, he woke up like a dream, it turned out that the reason why this little guy was called Tuk Tuk was because of this.

"Okay, the poor monk should go, and finally say a word, although the donor's meridians have been restored, but there is not much left of the martial arts, it may only be about thirty percent of the original, and in the future, when it comes to the rivers and lakes, it should be done according to its ability!" After saying this, the figure of the blind old monk has disappeared.

Zhang Yang looked at the empty space in front of him, and said in shock: "Such a terrifying body, but it is rare in the real world. It turns out that in the past ten years, the martial arts I have practiced are only small insect carving skills, compared to this monk, it is really as ridiculous as sitting in a well and watching the sky. ”

Zhang Yang was born late, so he naturally didn't know the name of this blind old monk.

It wasn't until later, when they met again, that he knew that this blind old monk turned out to be the three-eyed blind monk who shook the rivers and lakes thirty years ago!

After the three-eyed blind monk left, Zhang Yang did not linger anymore and walked down the mountain.

As soon as I got off the mountain, I saw a team of horses, galloping past, and the dirty dirt splashed all over my body.

However, Zhang Yang didn't care at all, because he saw that those people had a white strip of cloth tied to their foreheads, and it was obvious that someone in the family had died, and he was so eager to go to the funeral.

He roughly identified the direction and continued walking, and before long, he saw a tea shed.

In the tea shed, there are three tables of guests.

Zhang Yang had not eaten for three days, and he had talked with the blind monk before, but he did not notice it, and when he saw the tea and pastries on the table of those guests in the tea shed, he suddenly grunted with hunger and gurgling. In his throat, it was like a fire, and it was unbearable.

Now take a few steps forward, and want to buy some tea and pastries to quench your thirst. But as soon as I got closer, I touched my body, but it was empty.

"It's really a penny, is it a hero, I didn't think that my Zhang Yang would also get mixed up in this step of the field, and make it difficult for money!"

Although Zhang Yang was hungry and thirsty, his strong self-esteem made him choose to leave because he knew the consequences of doing so.

He was just about to turn around and prepare to leave, when suddenly a thin arm pushed Zhang Yang fiercely.

"Stinky food, hurry up, there's nothing for you to eat!" Zhang Yang looked up and saw a thin junior, old-fashioned and angry.

Although he was scolded by others, this feeling was not pleasant, but Zhang Yang gritted his teeth and endured it, silently walked to the side, and squatted under the old tree not far away.

"Mother, you see that big brother is so pitiful, I can't eat these pastries, give some to that big brother!" On a table in the northwest corner of the tea shed, a little girl of six or seven years old stared pitifully at the woman opposite, pleading.

After hearing this, the woman first glanced at her daughter, and then at Zhang Yang, who was squatting under the old tree, and a smile appeared on her face.

"Yingying is really sensible and knows how to help others. In that case, we have three pastries here, and you can give one to the big brother!" said the woman softly, her voice like heaven and full of infinite warmth.

The little girl got her mother's approval, happily took out a piece of pastry from the plate, and then greedily broke off a corner, stuffed it into her mouth, and a cheerful smile appeared on her face.

"Gluttonous little ghost, and said you can't eat it!" the woman pursed her lips and laughed when she saw her daughter's movements.

The little girl held the piece of broken pastry, rushed to Zhang Yang at once, and then handed it forward with both hands, and said in a milky voice: "Big brother, this pastry is for you to eat, that little corner was broken by Yingying with her hands, it is very clean, you can eat it!"

Zhang Yang raised his head suddenly, staring at the little girl in front of him with his eyes, and his eyes showed strange colors.

At first, the little girl was startled, and there was obvious fear in her eyes, but soon she became calm again, and a pair of bright eyes looked at Zhang Yang sincerely.

"Big brother...... "The little girl reminded.

Zhang Yang was silent.

The little girl suddenly smiled and said, "Oh, I know, big brother, you must feel that you are useless, don't you mean? It's okay, then you eat my pastry, and then help me do something, so it's all over!"

Suddenly, an inexplicable emotion flowed in Zhang Yang's heart, this was the first time he had been respected in the three months since he was exiled.

In the past three months, he has tasted the warmth and coldness of human affection, from Longzhou County to Shangzhou County, everywhere he went, he encountered white eyes, bullying and ridicule......

However, today, here, in an ignorant little girl, he was respected and warmed for the first time.

Suddenly, Zhang Yang's dirt-stained palm reached out, took the broken piece of pastry, and whispered thank you.

The little girl's face became cheerful again, and she said to Zhang Yang: "Big brother, I'm going to my mother's place, goodbye!"

With that, the little girl turned and prepared to walk towards the woman.

But as soon as she turned around, the little girl's little face, which was originally full of smiles, instantly turned pale. Wow, screamed. It's like a summer thunderstorm, after the thunder, the torrential rain comes in an instant.

Hearing the little girl's screams, Zhang Yang's fingers trembled suddenly, and the pastry that had just been stuffed in his mouth fell to the ground.

His gaze was like thunder and lightning, and he swept forward coldly, waiting to see what was happening in front of him.

Like a curtain, his eyes were covered with a layer of dead ash.